Friends of ours, Albert and Anita, had an unexpected errand to run that required traveling to a city 400 miles from our town. My wife, Michelle, and I talked with Albert and Anita about taking trips to the major cities in our area since we always have fun when we're together.
They asked us if we would like to join them on this trip, explaining that it was unplanned, and they couldn't afford to do more than get there and head home. We had no actual plans for the weekend, so we agreed to go.
Anita warned us that she couldn't guarantee we'd have a bed at the motel where she had made reservations. We told her that we would bring our sleeping bags and that floor space in their room suited our budget better anyway.
Time spent with Albert and Anita is always charged with sexual energy as we trade erotic banter almost continually. Only the fact that there isn't mutual physical attraction among the four of us has kept us out of the same bed.
However, eight hours on the road with sex as the main topic had us all very aroused. Drinks over dinner enhanced this mood.
The motel was cheap. The king-size bed left just enough room for the small single trundle bed the staff rolled in. Michelle decided she would be happier in a sleeping bag on the floor, allowing me to have the trundle bed.
We set the trundle up beside the main bed, and Michelle made her bed on the only floor space left, at the foot of the other beds.
We prepared for sleep. It turns out we all prefer to sleep in the nude at home but brought something to wear for this trip. Both Albert and I had loose-fitting shorts. Michelle had a long white satin tee shirt trimmed in purple leaves.
Anita came out of the bathroom in a small white silk blouse and matching tap (very short) shorts. This sheer outfit clearly showed her well-formed breasts and lace panties underneath it.
We settled in to watch TV, all hoping for adult movies. Unfortunately, the only cable station this motel offered had the adult movie scheduled for much later. No other program seemed to hold our interest. Michelle and Albert were dozing off, so we decided to turn off the TV and call it a night.
We got quite a surprise when Albert turned off the lights. The curtains were thin and did nothing to stop the light from streaming in. A large yellow security lamp outside our picture window ensured we knew just how thin the curtains were.
I could easily see Albert snuggling up to Anita on the bed next to me. Michelle quickly fell asleep in the shadows on the floor. That left me feeling horny and alone.
Anita and Albert are a very tactile couple and like to sleep wrapped around each other. On the hottest night, they still prefer to maintain body contact until they rise. Albert had also boasted to me that he fucks Anita at least once a day.
I was hoping they would try a quiet coupling that I could watch and get off on. I arranged my pillows to give me a good view but hide my face from them. All seemed to be going well. Anita was facing me, and Albert had settled in behind her with his hand on her breast, then he started to snore.
I couldn't get comfortable after that. My shorts became unbearable, and I removed them. I tried my favorite position, cock in hand, but I wouldn't sleep. I then realized that I heard the same restless tossing from Anita. So I resumed my watching position.
Anita had pushed the covers down to her waist. She was lying on her side, facing me. I could see her hard nipples tracing lines in her silky blouse as they lifted, rose, and fell.
I started to run my fingertips across my stiffening cock. As I watched, I saw that Anita was gently squeezing and releasing her breasts with her arms. It was very subtle, and I wasn't sure if it was deliberate. I was afraid to look at her face for confirmation. If she acted because she thought I was asleep, I certainly didn't want to interrupt her.
I recalled a story Albert told of the time he and Anita visited an X-rated movie theater. After they had been there some time, she spotted a man several rows ahead of them involved in some activity she couldn't quite see.
She asked Albert what was going on. Albert took one look and insisted they leave right then. As she got up to leave, she saw the man had his cock in his hand, all 12+ inches of it, and he was taking long leisurely strokes on it.
As they entered the central aisle to leave, the man turned to look with a big smile on his face, proud of what he had in his hand. Whenever they tell this story, Anita's eyes always glaze over with excitement.
With this in mind, and my heart pounding in my chest, I started exaggerating my stroking to clarify what I was doing under my covers. I was still playing possum, pretending my actions were independent of anything Anita was doing.
I used long slow strokes. I was encouraged when she started rubbing the area just under her breasts. This wasn't the unconscious movements of a sleeping person but the deliberate self-stimulation of a horny woman.
I still was unsure of this game. True, the exhibitionist in me wanted her to watch me beat off. The voyeur in me wanted to watch her stroke to climax. What if I was wrong, and she was acting privately, believing we were all sleeping. I could ruin our friendship if I acted too boldly.
I wanted further proof we were interacting. I faked a stretch that caused my blanket to fall off the bed and left my sheet at my waist. My face was still hidden from Anita's. I felt as nervous as the first time I ever got laid. I swallowed so loudly I thought it could be heard in the next room.
I slowly ran my hand up from my cock to my chest. I began squeezing my chest and pinching my nipple. Anita's rubbing had pushed her blouse up, exposing her midriff. Emitting a soft sigh, she ran her hand up over her blouse to squeeze her breast and pinch her nipple. My heart skipped a beat, my pulse raced, and my cock throbbed. I had no doubts now. We were going to masturbate for each other while our spouses slept.