The Hotel Room_(0)

The wedding had been a blast! Our friends looked so happy, so in love as they exchanged their vows. Then it was off to the reception where the real fun began. The food was wonderful, the alcohol was free, and everyone was having a good time.

My own wife looked great. I loved her in this black and white dress. She doesn’t dress provocatively very often, so anytime she wears a dress that is low cut and shows off her wonderful cleavage is welcomed by me! It also went down to just above her knees, showing off her long, slender legs that just looked great in a pair of high heels. The more we danced together, the more I had to stop myself from trying to take her back into the coat room for a little alone time.

The more I drank, the harder that temptation was to resist. My wife, Jane, always says I am at my horniest when I’m drinking and/or hung over. Tonight was proving to be no exception. It had been just over a week since we had last had sex, the pitfalls of both of us working long hours and keeping up with the house had left us both too tired to try to seduce the other over the course of the busy week. Tonight, however, I was definitely not feeling too tired for sex!

Unfortunately, we were sharing a hotel room with her sister and her husband in an effort to save a little money for both couples. Don’t get me wrong, I love Jenna and Joe, but I wanted to get laid and their presence in the room would all but crush any chances I had at that tonight. Oh well, what’s a guy to do? Off to the bar for me again!

We continued to dance and party the night away. Knowing that I had virtually no shot at sex tonight did nothing to ease how horny I was. Rational thought has no effect on those feelings, especially after alcohol has begun to sink in. As we danced, I kept pulling Jane closer to my body, grabbing her ass any chance I got.

Right at midnight, the lights in the room turned on signaling the end of the reception. We all said our good byes to the bride and groom and headed outside to grab a can back to our hotel. When we got back to our room, we cracked open one last beer and began getting ready for bed as we talked and recapped the fun night we had; telling stories about everything that had just happened as if we all hadn’t just witnessed it!

An hour later, we were turning off the lights and crawling into bed. I was still wide awake and would have stayed up talking and drinking all night, but everyone else was tired and agreed it was time to sleep. On top of not being tired myself, I was still horny as hell!

“Screw it!” I thought to myself after about 20 minutes of lying there dead awake, “I might as well try to get lucky.” I looked over at my wife who was laying on her side, her back to me and her face in the direction of the other bed. I rolled over onto my side and spooned her. I placed my hand on her flat stomach – the wonderful product of hours spent in the gym and outside running – and slowly slid my hand under her shirt and up her stomach to her breasts.

Jane didn’t move at all, I often spooned her like this, breast-in-hand, so she thought nothing of it. She rarely wore a bra to bed and tonight was no exception. I then started caressing her left breast with my hand, giving it gentle squeezes and tweaking her nipples. Now she took notice.

“Stop that,” she said in a hushed voice, trying not to wake her sister and brother-in-law.

“Come on,” I pleaded, “you know I get horny when I’ve been drinking.”

“Seriously, stop,” she whispered back. “Jenna and Joe are in the bed right next to us. You’ll have to wait until we get home in the morning.”

I kept my hand manipulating her breast and moved my body in closer to hers until my now hard cock was pressing against her ass through the material of both of our shorts. I slowly started grinding into her ass. Jane wasn’t saying anything more and she wasn’t pulling away or stopping me. Her nipples were rock hard and standing at attention. Could it be? Did I have a chance at pulling this off? If there was no chance in hell, she would have made more of an attempt to stop me.

“I’m going to finish what I’ve started here one way or another, babe,” I whispered back in her ear. “You can either lay there and let me dry hump you until I shoot in my shorts or you can enjoy it, too.”

I squeezed her breast, pulled my hard on against her with emphasis and sucked on her ear lobe all at the same time to emphasize my point. Again, there was no protest and she actually moaned through her teeth a little, trying to stay quiet.

“I have a shot at actually pulling this off!” I again thought to myself.

I moved my hand from under Jane’s shirt, slid it down her side, around behind her and slid two fingers against her pussy through her shorts. I gave a few short strokes to her mound and again she moaned through clenched teeth.

A minute later and my hand reached up to the waist band of her shorts. I hooked my thumb under the waist band and held it there, testing the waters if you will. To my great surprise, Jane lifted her hips ever so slightly off the bed, a clear indication that I could proceed. I moved my other hand to her shorts, as well, and slowly slid them down and off of her long legs. As soon as her shorts were off, I made the same move and removed mine. I returned to my previous position, only this time my bare cock was pressed against her bare ass, slightly enveloped between her cheeks.

“Be quiet and move slowly so we don’t wake anyone up,” she directed me. “Christ, I can’t believe I’m letting you do this right now.”

Was I mistaken, or was the idea of other people being in the room, her own sister being one of them, making her hotter? Jane shifted her hips upward ever so slightly to give me better access to her pussy. I slid my left arm under her left leg to raise it up just enough to give me more room to maneuver my cock without drawing too much attention to how high her leg was raised.