Strange things can happen when friends travel together, strangely erotic things. People, who normally keep their taboo fantasies secret, become daring in the anonymous environment of a romantic city like Toronto. Average family men and women, struggling with the tedium of sameness, can be tempted.
Kate and Jeff, Sharon and Greg crossed the NY/ Canadian border packed into a Dodge Caravan, ready for a long weekend away from reality. In their possession were tickets for the Yankees / Blue Jays baseball game at the Sky Dome and ‘Phantom of the Opera’ theater tickets.
Kate and Jeff stood at their hotel room window. “What an amazing view!” She hugged his arm.
Lake Ontario twinkled in the setting sun as a plane landed below them on the island airport.
“Yeah, it sure is.” Jeff’s eyes ogled Kate’s breasts.
Hot from the five-hour drive, she stripped down to panties as soon as the room door closed. Ten years and two kids had changed her some. The small boobs sagged a little. Yet they still made his mouth water. The air conditioning tweaked the pink nipples with invisible fingers and they pointed at the lake in stereo. He was drawn to them like a sailor to beckoning sirens.
Jeff’s hand cupped the left one and Kate closed her eyes. “Mmm, nice,” she murmured. “What time does the game start?”
“Right now.” Side stepping in front, Jeff used both hands to tease her breasts. The velvety weight in each palm a heavenly pleasure. His thumb flicked over each cool crown.
Her eyes remained closed but her head tilted up with a smile.
Bending slightly, Jeff’s mouth covered the happy lips and the game went beyond first base. Kate always had a fine ass – kept hard by hours of walking a mail route. As his hands massaged each cheek, Kate pressed against him from chest to groin. Small fingers slipped into his back pockets to rub in kind.
The floor moved under them until Kate fell back onto the bed. Jeff grabbed the panty waistband and yanked them down to her knees.
“Oh, my.” Kate’s skin turned pink. “This is going to be a slambam.”
His shorts unzipped and dropping, Jeff growled, “That’s all we have time for… now.”
“Let me help, Stud,” said Kate, sitting up and grasping the expanding cock. “Nothing like a quickie to relax after a long drive, is there.” Both hands pumped him to full size while she kicked off her undies.
Jeff played with her hair and tickled her ears. She liked that. Kate’s ears are sensitive and, when touched, make her tingle and shiver.
A thump, thump, thump sound came from the wall on the other side of the headboard. With joint realization, the couple smiled at the sex their friends next-door were having.
Jeff said, “Great minds think alike,” and pushed Kate onto her back. Pressing between her legs, slippery warmth enveloped him with little resistance.
Kate wrapped her legs over his back and forced him deep.
A thought bloomed in Jeff’s lusty head and he slid them bodily up the cool bedspread until Kate’s head bumped the wall. As he began to thrust into his love, their mattress echoed the thump from the other side. Soon they were lost in physical joy.
The remote thump became rapid and out of control, and then fell silent.
The pressure burst inside Jeff and the thumping stopped from their side.
“Oh, god!” Kate’s hands were between her open legs, taking charge of her own climax.
Jeff sucked her nipples to assist.
When Kate’s arching finale subsided, they snuggled briefly before getting dressed.
Throwing on a baggy Yankees tee-shirt over her naked torso, Kate declared, “I love Toronto already.”
“Me too,” Jeff smiled back, as he picked up the phone and dialed. After a short wait, he said, “Hey Greg, are you guys done over there or should we leave without you?” With a wink to Kate, he said, “Okay, meet you out in the hall in ten minutes.”
***
The smirk on Greg’s face, as he hung up the phone, made Sharon ask, “They heard us didn’t they? I told you they would. God, I’m so embarrassed.”
“Sharon, just relax.” Greg loves his wife, yet her increasing prudishness frustrated him. “They were making just as much noise as we were and it didn’t bother them. Don’t you find it just a little bit exciting to think about Kate and Jeff on the other side of the wall making love?” It certainly excited Greg to think about them. He envied Jeff. Tiny Kate seemed such a free spirit. She was a hot little spinner of a woman.
“No, I don’t. What goes on between married couples is private and should remain private.” Sharon rolled her 5’ 8” plump frame off the bed and began to dress.
Greg watched her. She was a good wife in most ways. But sex was becoming an issue, a bone of contention. Since baby Jillian’s birth two years ago, Sharon had lost interest in sex and gained weight. His desire to cheat was becoming epidemic. Plus, he had the time and resources to be a Sugar Daddy to some young chick. Only his will power to remain faithful kept him home at night. This vacation with Jeff and Kate was a deliberate attempt to loosen Sharon up. He hoped Kate would become a mentor of sorts. Nothing was ever officially mentioned in this regard, unless you count Greg’s prayers for a miracle.
“Well, Honey, I’m sure that Kate and Jeff aren’t thinking evil thoughts about us. They’re good people and I’m sure they’re glad we’re having fun.”
Time passed quietly until the couples met in the hallway.
By unanimous vote, they decided to save cab fare and walk the few blocks to the stadium. The general conversation focused on the hotel, the baseball game, and their children. Nothing was said about thumping the walls.
Gradually the men paired up and walked ahead.
Jeff looked back at the women before whispering, “Nice little warm up before the game, ‘eh Greg?”
“Yes, it was,” Greg admitted. “Until Sharon found out you heard us.”
“Really?” They walked a few steps in silence. “I’m sorry, Man. I’ll make sure Kate doesn’t say anything.”
“No, don’t do that.” A quick look back and then Greg confessed, “I’m hoping Kate will talk to her. I love Sharon, but she’s become such a puritanical bitch lately.”
***
Kate watched the men walking side by side in front of her. Jeff was almost a foot shorter. They looked like Mutt and Jeff in reverse. Greg was soft around the edges like Sharon, so they made a nice pair, well suited to each other.
In a dreamy voice Kate turned to Sharon and said, “Isn’t it great to be free from home for a while and just indulge ourselves? It sounded like you and Greg were having as much fun as we were.”
There was no response. But Sharon wore a pinched face.
“Is everything all right?”
“Didn’t it bother you?” Sharon hissed.
“Did what bother me?”
“That you’re… you know… doing it and other people could hear you. It made me feel so… dirty.”
A twinge of defensiveness shot through Kate. “No, it didn’t bother me. In fact, I liked it.”
With a sudden urge to be close to her husband, Kate moved up beside Jeff and stuck her hand in his back pocket. “Hi Honey,” she said with an affectionate squeeze.
Greg slowed down to walk with Sharon.
Jeff kissed Kate’s head and whispered, “How are you and Sharon getting along?”
“She’s turned into one repressed lady. I don’t think she remembers how to enjoy life.”
“Well, don’t let it spoil our weekend, okay?” he said, and hugged her sideways.
“No way!” and gave his ass a good squeeze.
After the third inning the score was 9 – 0 in favor of the Blue Jays. The Yankee fans became restless.
“Hey, four beers here!”
Sharon said, “Greg, that’s your fifth. Slow down.”
“And my sixth, dear wife, if you don’t have one of these,” said Greg, and handed her a cup.
Night had fallen. The lights were on. Greg turned in a slow circle and seemed to be searching for something.
“Whadya lookin’ for?” asked Jeff, with a thick tongue.
“Remember a few years ago when people were screwin’ in the hotel windows in front of the whole stadium? Man, you gotta have balls the size of coconuts to pull something like that.”
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