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The Double Date That Didn't End, Ch 8

Date: 10/9/2014, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: KennethPierce, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

laughter fogged up the cold night air all around us. With Connor still lying down on the ice, I crawled on top of him and tenderly kissed his forehead. "You're okay?" "Yeah, I'm okay. The wall got it worse than I did." He squeezed his muscular arms around me, holding my body to his. Face to face, our lips were close enough to touch. "Looks like I lost the race, though. I'm gonna go ahead and say me falling on my ass constitutes a forfeit." I mussed up his short-cropped hair. "Meaning you have to do anything I tell you to." "That was the deal. What do you want from me?" Connor asked, his hands gently squeezing at my buttocks. “You’ll see, soon enough,” I whispered. We kissed, and beneath me I felt Connor harden through his jeans. ******** SHANE ******** Tracy's fingers teased their way down my zipper, finally freeing my cock to the chilly night air. She wasted no time, immediately gripping my naked shaft between her fingers and pumping me to full hardness. Then she dropped her mouth down to my lap and--and-- "Ohhh..." I moaned. Tracy took her lips off my cock just long enough to whisper, "Keep telling the story." We'd been making out in my car for god knows how long. Our passionate bouts of kissing and groping were periodically interrupted by me recounting for Tracy the many, MANY fantasies I'd had of her over the years. "Where was I?" I panted. "Ha-bo-reeb," she mumbled through the meat of my cock. "Right, Halloween. You're-ahh! You're wearing that damnable little I Dream of ... Jeannie costume, with those see-through harem pants and that tight crop top." "I remember that night," Tracy teased, releasing my cock once more. "Two years ago. You were eye-fucking me like the whole time." "Yeah, well, in the 'What If' fantasy, I do a whole lot more than just look at you. I rip that costume right off your body, tearing apart the lace and the silk--then I bend you over the sofa, slide aside the tiny pink panties you're wearing, and I fuck you right there at the party, in full view of everyone." "Mmm, I would have liked that," she purred. Her fingers trailed up and down my wet shaft, and our eyes met in the darkness of the car. Tracy moaned slightly as she spoke: "I wanted you so bad that night. I kept finding excuses to sit on your lap, just so I could feel how hard you were beneath me. If you had gone for it--tried to really fuck me--I might not have been able to resist, even with Connor and Ria right there with us." I groaned as she squeezed my shaft for emphasis. Tracy blushed: "I went home that night and fucked Connor like crazy, pretending it was you." "Oh Jesus," I moaned. "Honestly, I think that night was the reason I agreed to do that bachelor party strip tease thing for you, two months later." I reached up and squeezed Tracy's breasts through her sweater. "Thank God for that, then. If that night had never happened, then this night might never have happened." "Another 'what if?'" Tracy's huge eyes held mine as she asked, "And how about you and me? Do ...