Their dinner was outstanding. They tried a new place on a recommendation from a friend, and it was just what they liked: intimate, an inventive menu, and a great wine list.
"Ah, it's great to eat like adults. I'm having to remember to savor my meal, rather than wolf it down," Sharon laughed.
"Here, here," David replied, raising his glass. "To our best friends and a great weekend!"
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The two couples slowly walked back to their room under a full moon, reminiscing about how they had spent so many nights like this one before their kids. They tarried a little more than they did in the old days, when separate rooms were waiting on them.
"First dibs on the bathroom!" Steve said as they got to the hotel.
"Next!" David added.
"Some gentlemen we have for husbands, Sharon," Cynthia observed. "Maybe we should go on the prowl while they're in there. I'm sure there are some men back at the restaurant who would be happy to treat us nicely before going to bed."
"Not if they don't have a hotel room. You might be treated nicely in the back seat!" Steve shot back.
"You might be right. We'll let you off this time. Actually, you and David can go first, since you're usually pretty fast. Then you go Sharon, and I'll be able to take my time."
When David came out of the bathroom in his boxers, he got a whistle from Sharon. However, he knew that this would work both ways. Propped up in this bed reading, he would enjoy the show when Sharon came out in whatever she had to cover herself with. He figured that Steve would enjoy the same show with Cynthia. David and Cynthia never brought much sleepwear on these trips, so Cynthia would have to improvise. As Steve walked out in silk boxers, he got a similar catcall from Cynthia.
It was Sharon's turn. As she went in, David remarked, "You probably don't want to wear too much to bed, you know. I'm sure it will get stuffy with all of us in here." He felt Cynthia's pinch for that one.
"I don't know about hot, but it's getting deep," Sharon said as she closed the door.
When David heard the door open, he of course looked up, and whistled silently to himself. Sharon was clad in a tightly fitting black tank top, the type women wear under a blouse. "So she didn't have anything to sleep in either," David thought approvingly. He also approved of the obvious lack of a bra. He had always appreciated Sharon's breasts under her sweaters, but this was a much more intimate look. The shear material did little to change their natural shape, firm as they were. Her nipples were half-erect and stood out proudly on her chest. David quickly worked his gaze downward—he knew that he didn't have too much time to look Sharon over. The tank top flared over her hips and ended almost at the bottom of black panties. Beneath that, her well-remembered legs were walking over to the bed. He dropped his gaze—not even knowing whether Sharon had seen him staring. Something told him that Cynthia had, however, and he looked beside him to see her smirking, a world of meaning in her eyes. Cynthia got up and grabbed her overnight bag as she went in the door.
"Think I'll be too hot, Dave?" he heard Sharon tease as Cynthia closed the door behind her.
"Uh, I'm sure of it," David replied, burying his nose in the book. After reading the same sentence about a hundred times, he heard the door open again. Not knowing what Cynthia was going to wear, he was anticipating her entrance about as much as he figured Steve was. He wasn't disappointed. Sharon walked out in a lacy black bra that did little to obscure her erect nipples. Below that, a tight tummy gave way to matching black panties and graceful legs. Fixing David with a look first, Cynthia made a point of turning around and bending over to place her bag on the floor by the door. Being familiar with the view, David took the opportunity to see the effect of this on Steve.
Both Steve and Sharon had their eyes locked on Cynthia, each too mesmerized to worry about who was observing. As Sharon turned back around, they quickly lowered their gazes, but David could see the slight blush of excitement on Sharon's face. He knew that he didn't have to interpret the look on Steve's.
"Pleasant dreams, you two," Cynthia said sweetly as she slipped under the covers. David laughed to himself at how Cynthia always managed to say a lot with a few words.
"Always, Cynthia," he heard Steve say. "Night."
David turned the light off, slipped down under the covers, and turned back to Cynthia. Over her shoulder he saw that the curtain was still open and that the moonlight was silver on the trees. He and Cynthia often slept with curtains open on moonlit nights, and he didn't stir to close these. He heard a series of low endearments and several kisses behind him as he did the same with Cynthia. He could feel the heat from her and knew that she wanted him this night as much as he wanted her. He had a wild thought of pulling her to him and making love right there, but he held back. It was just something that had never come up between the couples, even in a joking sense, and he didn't feel bold enough to act on his own. With a final kiss, he extended his arm under Cynthia's head to cuddle her and turned on his back. As Cynthia shifted next to him and settled her head on his chest, he began the long process of getting sexual thoughts out of his head and drifting off to sleep. It was going to be a while.
Suddenly, David's drifting senses jerked back into acute focus. Had it been ten minutes or thirty since he had turned off the light? It took a second for his conscious mind to register what his subconscious had known instantly: he had heard a kiss. He dismissed the idea even as his heart began to pound, but he listened intently. There it was again. A quiet smacking sound. Surely it hadn't been that long, and his friends were just saying a final goodnight. But still he listened. He heard more smacking sounds, and then he was sure that Steve and Sharon were locked in a prolonged kiss. A surge of lightheaded energy coursed through him. He had never witnessed more than a social kiss between Steve and Sharon, yet here they were obviously swallowing each other's tongue. Careful not to nudge Cynthia, he turned his head ever so slightly and worked his eyes all the way over, trying to confirm what his ears were telling him. How far were they going to take this?
What he saw made his cock leap an inch. By the height of the covers on their bed, either Steve or Sharon was clearly on top of the other one. David turned his head to get a better view, wondering if Cynthia was awake as well. He hadn't noticed any movement from her yet, but she had her head on his chest and wouldn't have to move. David thanked his unwitting foresight in leaving the curtain open as he focused his eyes on the bed next to him. The figure on top's long blonde hair dropped down, slowly moving as it's owner made love with her tongue. The upper part of the back tank top extended from beneath the covers. Sharon's breasts were pressed into Steve's chest, so he couldn't see much there, but he did enjoy the view of Steve's hands massaging Sharon's shoulder blades. He thought that he could just see some slight movement where Sharon's ass would be, but he wasn't sure.
As they continued kissing, Steve's hands slowly worked down Sharon's back. With each caress, he lowered the covers a little more. David knew it was probably getting hot in there. Sharon was also starting to lift herself from Steve's chest, and now David could definitely see that she was slowly twisting over him. By the time Steve reached her lower back, Sharon had nearly raised completely off of him, only her breasts making contact. Both Steve and Sharon were still trying to be quiet, but David could hear some of their inhalations as they occasionally remembered to breathe. He watched with approval as Steve's hands worked back up, then to the sides, and finally to Sharon's front. As Steve's hands began to cup the underside of Sharon's breasts, David heard a very low moan. He saw Sharon arch her back slightly to allow Steve better access. His hands stayed low for a while, however, prolonging the anticipation. David could now see Sharon's entire breast stretching the tank top, the only contact being Sharon's nipples as she impatiently dragged them across Steve's chest. Steve sensed her need and brought his fingertips together at her nipples, drawing another moan and the beginning of a pronounced rocking in Sharon's hips.
"OK," Dave thought to himself, "this is going all the way. I wonder if Cynthia is catching this?" He felt it getting warm under their covers, but that could just be his excitement. He also wondered whether his friends intended for their lovemaking to be witnessed. They had waited a little while before starting, but not that long. They were being quiet, but not silent. It was hard to say. Well, he could answer one question, at least. With his arm draped over Cynthia, he took a finger and lightly traced a circle on her arm. If she were asleep, he knew it wouldn't wake her.
A second later, he felt movement under his arm. His cock jumped again as he felt Cynthia lightly drag her finger over his abdomen. His mouth going dry at the implied message, he felt her begin to drill the finger in and out of his navel. The finger stopped and the hand went flat. Once again, Cynthia was communicating: Let's quietly enjoy this show, and then let's start one of our own.
David's attention shifted back to the bed next to them, where things were heating up. Sharon's hips rocked back and forth, and she still locked her lips to Steve's. David felt sure that she had worked her pussy back to rub against Steve's cock. As Steve's hands left Sharon's breasts and slid the covers back over her panty-clad ass, David's suspicion was confirmed. Steve's hands then slipped under the waistband and slowly pulled the material down. David wondered how Steve and Sharon were going to get the panties off without a lot of stirring. He shouldn't have doubted his friends. Steve slowly worked the material down, aided by appropriate arching from Sharon. When her straddled legs stalled further progress, she deftly rolled one leg back over the other, bring her ass into full view. Steve worked the material down nearly to her knees, where she drew the upper leg and foot through the panties. She then rolled back over Steve, the panties forgotten on her other leg. As she started to work his boxers down, David could see Steve's cock standing proud. Soon she had worked them down far enough, and she moved above him again, rocking more forcefully now. This time the moan came from Steve.
Steve's hands returned to twist Sharon's nipples through the thin material of her top. David could see them fully extended—hard between Steve's fingers. Sharon's hips were rising higher as she worked the head of Steve's cock toward her opening. Steve patiently worked her nipples, waiting for Sharon to make the final move.
