The Next Room

Six hours of driving can be exhausting. Our trip to Chicago took that long and was just that, exhausting. It was late, for us, by the time we arrived at the hotel. I glanced at the dashboard clock. 11:30. I looked wife’s bleary, tired eyes. I knew from the moment I glanced into them that she was going to be too tired for some fun under the hotel room bed covers. Another night that had gotten away from us.

Our sex life was healthy, but sometimes we would go through streaks or phases where time passed, and days disappeared without any sexy fun. We knew it was normal for married couples with several kids and exceptionally busy jobs to go through these phases. Knowing this fact did not make missing those intimate times easier, of course. We simply move to the next day knowing it’s just a road-bump and not a U-turn. But we had been looking forward to this weekend away. I had high hopes. I thought about her naked skin pressed against mine and touch of her lips around my cock. I missed the feel of her breasts in my palms. I had driven most of the way to the hotel with my half-erected cock pressing my pants, making for the most uncomfortable yet thrilling drive. I had told her about how much I was looking forward to being with her in the hotel room, but I could see the apology in her eyes as we unpacked and settled into the room. She couldn’t do what we both wanted on that particular night. Maybe tomorrow, was the typical refrain. I turned off the hotel room lights.

I must have been more tired than I realized because I don’t recall falling asleep and barely remembered climbing into bed. I remember closing my eyes and then being jolted wide awake. My eyes squinted as they explored the darkened room for the red lights of the digital clock on the bedstand. Although I felt like I had been asleep for hours, it was only 2 a.m. I rolled to my back trying to determine why I had woken so suddenly. I heard my wife’s light snore mingle with the air conditioner fan humming at the side of the room. I smelled the musty hotel room air. I closed my eyes with no solution to why I had woken. Voices in the next hotel room caused my eyes to open again. Not really voices as much as audible moaning and dirty talk. I didn’t have to strain to hear through the paper-thin walls, I just had to lie still and hold my breath to be sure I knew what I was hearing. When a woman’s thick voice said, “Fuck yes!” I knew that my neighbors were getting the action I had wanted when my wife and I arrived at the hotel.

The woman’s voice sounded as if she were practically in the bed with me. I imagined that she must have been facing the wall between her face and my head. She moaned, coaxing her partner to keep giving her the pleasure she was feeling. I could hear mild bed movement and, hearing no male voice, I presumed his mouth and tongue were otherwise engaged. The woman’s low humming told me that she was happy with whatever it was he was up to. Reflexively, my cock flew to attention inside my boxers. The neighbor’s sounds made my body ache with arousal, reminding me of my needs. I looked over at my wife who was still deep in sleep. I refused to wake her, but I was going to have to deal with my erection based on the real-life porn taking place in the next room.

I reached under the covers and felt my fingertips roll across my balls and they immediately tightened. I glanced at my wife hoping not to wake her, yet wishing she were awake. I let my fingers bring the magnetic pull of my needs right to the tip of my skin.

The woman next door said, “I need you to fuck me now!” I heard their bed creak with movement. I wondered what position they were in based on the sounds being made. The woman’s moans sounded like they were right above my head. Doggie style, I thought. I heard the bed knock as the man behind her thrust into her. My hand had wrapped around the tip of my cock and I stroked it, pretending I was the man behind the woman in the other room. I imagined that I was helping her make those sounds while I fucked her.

The woman’s voice became urgent and I heard the man begin to moan too. I stroked my cock faster hearing the two of them close in on their orgasms. I was ready to explode. I needed to cum. I was deep in my fantasy of the sounds in the next room when a foreign hand grabbed hold of my cock and started stroking me. I must’ve gasped with my surprise because my wife laughed. 

“Caught you,” she said in a whisper and she moved in closer. Her long fingers wrapped around my cock. I felt her naked breasts press against my arm and side. She draped her leg over mine. She firmed her grip and stroked my hard cock. I pulled the sheet off us and braced for my climax. I felt my chest lift and fall with deep breathes. I heard the woman in the other room groan with another orgasm.

“That’s so hot,” my wife said. “Can you imagine fucking her?” 

 “Yes,” I said.

           “Make her cum,” my wife said, her whisper heavy in my ear. I lifted my ass off the bed and my cock erupted. I moaned and pulled my wife in closer as I came. The fantasy of fucking the woman in the other hotel room, the feel of my wife’s hand stroking my cock, and my wife’s urging gave my entire body an orgasm. I shook. My wife and I quietly laughed and pulled into each other closer.

           The couple next door continued fucking. I could sense that my wife was also enjoying the sounds of the couple next door. “Your turn?” I said adjusting our bodies in the bed. “You want to imagine getting fucked like she is?” My wife giggled as she moved flat onto her back.

           “Oh my god, yes,” she said. I reached my hand between her thighs and stroked her clit and pussy. Her hips bucked and she moaned quietly. We heard the couple next door both cry out as they came. My wife’s body erupted into an orgasm with them. She moaned. Her body shook. Her fingernails clawed into my forearm. My fingers kept moving until her boy calmed and her breathing relaxed. The other room became quiet and our foursome fell asleep in separate rooms, in separate worlds.