Anna and Dave had been married for about 7 years. Anna's best friend, Wendy, had been dating Matt for about two years. Matt was a good guy, very handsome and kept in good shape. Anna thought he and Wendy would get married eventually, but Wendy wasn't so sure. The four friends decided to go on a joint holiday over a three-day weekend. They all took off the Friday before and booked two adjoining rooms at a resort a few hours' drive from where they lived.
About two weeks before the trip, Wendy called Anna in tears. She had come home early that day and found Matt in bed with someone else. She caught Matt wearing leather chaps and a ball gag, bent over a chair while her personal trainer, Kyle, pounded him from behind. Wendy could tell this wasn't their first time.
They broke up and Matt was moving out. Wendy wanted to cancel the trip, but Anna convinced her to go. "We'll have fun together, the three of us. Besides, it's too late to cancel, you might as well enjoy the weekend." Wendy reluctantly agreed.
Anna called ahead to let the resort know that Wendy would be coming alone. She didn't want a bellhop asking Wendy about her boyfriend and ruining the weekend.
On the Friday morning of the long weekend, Anna and Dave picked up Wendy at her place. Anna had worked late the night before, so she let Wendy ride shotgun and caught up on her sleep in the backseat. Dave and Wendy had never really talked to each other alone before, but they found they had quite a bit in common. Dave was a funny and genuine guy. Wendy found it a breath of fresh air after two years of dealing with Matt. By the time they reached the resort, they were laughing and carrying on like a happy couple.
After they pulled up, Dave grabbed his and Wendy's bags, while Anna grabbed her own. Anna was still a bit groggy from the nap, so she shuffled behind them looking a bit like the third wheel. At check in, the clerk saw the note on the reservation about the recent breakup. He mistook Wendy and Dave for the couple and handed out the room keys accordingly. Before Dave could correct him, Anna interrupted with a quick "thank you," and ended the conversation.
Just then, Wendy's phone rang and she went off to a quieter part of the lobby to answer it. Dave cornered Anna. "What's going on, Anna?"
"Well," Anna said with a wry smile, "we always say that hotel sex doesn't count." Anna always got horny in hotels, and they had experimented with bondage, anal, and some other kinkier stuff. Their sex life at home wasn't dull, but Anna didn't like to be that adventurous in familiar surroundings. At first, Dave was confused about the dichotomy and they had a lot of frustrated fights. Early on in their marriage, Dave and Anna had made a deal that anything done in a hotel was not, necessarily, fair game at home.
Today, Anna was in a funny mood and honestly didn't think Dave would really go along with it. She figured she could have a little fun with him and Wendy.
Dave was never one to back down from a dare, so he went along out of pride and a little curiosity. He really wanted to see how Anna would break it to her friend. He sized up his wife, and met her wry smile with his own. "Okay, I'm game," he said.
When Wendy came back, Anna was undeterred and simply said to Wendy, "I'm going to loan you this big, hulking hetero for a few days. Have fun!" She nonchalantly grabbed her luggage and left the lobby for her room. In the room, she opened her side of the two interior doors connecting the adjoining rooms and anxiously waited to eavesdrop on her husband and Wendy.
Wendy and Dave arrived a few minutes later and were obviously hamming it up, fully expecting Anna to be listening. "Oh Dave! Mwah mwwah," Wendy cried, making childish kissing noises. "Oh my! You're just so BIG!"
"Oh, Wendy your tits are gorgeous!" He wasn't lying.
When Anna refused to react, Dave and Wendy escalated the theatrics. Dave stood at the foot of the bed and started thrusting the bed frame into the wall with his knees. Wendy quickly joined in. Still fully clothed, she climbed on the bed and went down on all fours in front of Dave. Dave grabbed her hips and she grabbed the headboard and they frantically pounded the bed into the wall.
"Oh, Dave, yes, give it to me! Give me your big cock!" On the other side of the interior door, Anna rolled her eyes.
Dave and Wendy were only playing, but there is only so much of that kind of playing two heterosexual people can do before nature starts to take over. For Wendy, it had been over a month since she had a real cock inside of her and that was with Matt. Being gay, he really wasn't that into the sex. She could feel herself getting more and more turned on, but the freedom of being in a hotel room and going along with the joke got the better of her judgment. When Dave's raging hardon started pressing on her pussy from behind, it suddenly became very real for both of them.
They both jumped back from each other and blushed furiously. An awkward quiet fell on the room. Wendy quickly jumped off the bed and mumbled something about wanting to take a shower before dinner. She headed across the largish room toward the bathroom. Dave's now obvious erection was pointed toward the window, as Dave was suddenly captivated by the scenery.
On the other side of the adjoining doors, a few feet from the suddenly quiet bed, the silence bothered Anna more than the mock thrusting. She pressed her ear against the adjoining door for what seemed like 20 minutes. "What just happened," she thought. For a moment, she swore she heard kissing, or was it heavy breathing. She couldn't hear the shower running, or at least, not so that she could tell it was their shower. Her mind raced. "Was Dave fucking my best friend? Were they just playing with me? Did they realize the silence would bother me more? I bet that's it. Well, I won't give them the satisfaction." After a long pause, she would hear the bed creak, or a dubious noise and repeat the cycle. At one point, she could have sworn she heard her husband grunt and cum. Her nervous cycle was broken by a firm knock at the door.
In the adjoining room, Wendy had finished her shower, which included a wonderfully stimulating release, with the help of the shower head. While she was showering, Dave had quickly jerked off, trying—unsuccessfully—not to think of the soft feel of Wendy's fleshy hips and the swaying of her massive breasts as he mock fucked her. Wendy came out of the bathroom wrapped tightly in a bathrobe, drying her hair. They again avoided eye contact as Dave slipped in to the bathroom to take his own, colder, shower.
Wendy heard the adjoining room's interior door shut, and realized that Anna and Dave were still playing their marital game of chicken. She was hoping one of them had given up, so she could treat herself to a good rub in the privacy of her own room. Curious about the state of play, she opened her side of the double door and listened in. Suddenly, she remembered that, before the breakup, she had booked a couples' massage for her and Matt. Her face turned beet red as she realized what was about to happen.
