My best friend and I both got married within two years out of college. Our husbands are close friends, too, and we do almost everything together as two couples. Last summer, we planned a road trip to the Ozarks for a week of hiking and boating. After a full day of driving to get to our destination, we grabbed a quick dinner at a local diner and then checked into our hotel.
To save a little money, we had reserved a room with two queen beds. My husband was a little disappointed that sharing a room might make it difficult for us to be intimate. I assured him that we would find private times to satisfy our urges, and that we could quietly have some fun under the covers at night, especially when our friends were asleep.
We unpacked a little, then all changed into athletic shorts and t-shirts for bed. We all were exhausted from the drive, so we decided soon to just go to sleep and get an early start the next morning. As we laid down in bed, my husband leaned over to kiss me, and I playfully grabbed his crotch.
Our kiss went from a peck to tongue dance, and my husband's beautiful 9" cock started to thicken under my touch. He then pulled his hips away from my hand, removed his tongue from my mouth and said "I can't do this now - I am too tired, and not ready to put on a show for our friends. Maybe later this week." With that, he kissed my forehead and said goodnight.
In a few minutes, a low snore came from my husband's side of the bed. I also could hear nothing but slow breathing coming from the other bed. It appeared I was the only one awake.
I was really tired, but I was also horny. I slowly started rubbing my legs and shorts under the covers, gently working my hands across my warm mound. My hands were on top of my shorts, but each lazy stroke of my hand gave me shivers. Careful not to wake my husband, or our friends sleeping in the other bed, I kept my rubbing slow and quiet, but I was heating up very quickly.
I slid my hand under the waistband of my shorts, and down across my panty-covered pussy. I felt a wet spot already forming on my French-cut panties as my fingers did a slow and steady dance along the folds of my labia, gently rubbing toward my love button. When my fingers first contacted my clit through the fabric, I closed my eyes, let out a huge sigh, and turned slightly away from my husband.
When my eyes opened, my friend's husband (Brad) was staring directly at me from the other bed a few feet away. Our eyes made contact, and a huge smile crept across his face. He knew exactly what I was doing under the covers. I smiled back, stared at him, and pulled my covers off to give him a better view. I was very aroused, so I pushed my shorts down and off my legs, too. I closed my eyes to focus on my touch.
My right hand kept stroking my pussy through my panties, while my left hand slid below my shirt to caress my breasts. I pushed my shirt up to expose my nipples to my admirer as they hardened quickly. I alternated from one nipple to the other, pinching each one and twirling it between my fingers, as the hand on my crotch picked up its pace, too. I was hot and wet as my body reacted to each sensation. Knowing that a few feet away Brad was watching me intently even heightened the pleasure.
