"Jonnnn. I'm... feeling lonely," she purred quietly.
Despite her efforts, I heard her little message and gave Jon a knowing look. My wife Julie smirked too.
Cara was clearly not aware that we knew what this "code" of hers meant: she was horny. In the past, this little phrase resulted in Jon's swift disappearance from our voice chat server to take care of his wife. But at the moment, no such option was available.
I had met Jon early on in college and we hit it off right away. In those days, many late nights were wasted on Call of Duty and Everquest 2. Cara was his girlfriend at the time but went to a school across the country so she would visit sporadically over the years but never for very long. As a result, it wasn't until after college that I really got to know her. She was always pretty quiet but had a good sense of humor and a cute little smile. Nice body too.
Being a friend's significant other, I occasionally wondered what she was like in bed. Now, it was never more than a fun little fantasy to think about from time to time. Though as the years went on, there was a few interesting tidbits of info from Jon. Especially about how she would get "lonely" and demand his immediate attention.
Today, we were on our way back to our hotel after a long day at Comic Con. Despite an extensive search in the months leading up to the event, we were only able to book one hotel room for the four of us with two full beds instead of a single king or queen. And it wasn't even close to the venue! In practice, the walk back was probably two blocks too long for all of us. Especially on top of a full day of exploring the venue. As a result, we all collapsed onto our respective beds when we finally walked into the room.
"My feet," Julie dramatically declared, "are never to be used again."
We all laughed. My wife was like Cara in many ways. Shy but with an excellent sense of humor. Intelligent and easy to talk to as well. Honestly, the fact that she looked like dynamite in a tight dress was actually a bonus. Gazing down at her on the bed, my eyes lingered on her breasts for a few extra seconds and thought about how lucky I was to have her here next to me.
I saw something move in the corner of my eye and looked up to catch a glimpse of Cara whispering something in Jon's ear. It was clear that her "condition" hadn't changed. After that long day, I couldn't blame her. I was feeling a little frisky myself. But it was late and Jon had just turned on the 'Scott's Tots' episode of The Office and, frankly, who could feel sexy during that?! So we all settled into our beds and laughed together at the incredible awkwardness. One by one, we dropped off to sleep until the room went quiet, except for the lights and sounds of the TV.
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I awoke a few hours later and the TV was still on, playing yet another set of sitcom reruns. The buzz of the laugh track echoed through the room and I could faintly hear the characters shouting nonsense at one another.
But there was another noise. A rustling from across the room. I thought at first that one of our friends was a restless sleeper. But then I heard a giggle, followed by some whispers that were indecipherable over the TV.
Julie was sleeping soundly in front of me, on her side facing me. I adjusted myself slightly to peer just over her sleeping body and towards the other bed in the room. Thankfully, the light of the TV was more than enough to see what was going on.
Cara was on top of her husband, considerably less dressed than I had last seen her. All that remained now was a sleek black bra and matching panties. She leaned forward and kissed her lover, whose hands found their way back to her shapely ass. Jon gave it a squeeze, prompting a muffled squeal from Cara. Sitting up, she reached her hands behind her back and unhooked her bra, revealing a pair of perky tits that I'd guess were C cups in the dim light.
And at that, I was done just being a voyeur. Between my own cock now begging for action and the show going on across the room, there was no way I was going to be able to go back to sleep. Gingerly, I nudged my wife. She stirred slightly but thankfully not enough for our friends to notice. Another nudge and Julie groaned sleepily. I hushed her as quietly as I could. She opened one eye and looked at me, angry and confused as to why I was interrupting her precious sleep. I pointed towards the other side of the room subtly.
"Had to wake you," I whispered, still pointing over her shoulder. "Don't move."
Both of her eyes were open now and looking at me quizzically. Across the room, things were escalating and thus becoming a little more noisy. There was some shuffling, a few more whispers and then Jon moaned loud enough to be heard over the TV.
"Are they...?" Julie asked, eyes widening.
I peered over my wife once more. Our friends were both nude now and Cara's hand was wrapped around her husband's cock, stroking slightly. She smirked up at him, swaying her ass in the air. Her face drew closer to his package as she opened her mouth, letting her tongue slide along the underside of his shaft. Jon moaned again as Cara wrapped her lips around the first inch or two of him.
"Wow she's... uh," I stammered. "She just started going down on him."
Julie looked back at me, dumbfounded. I decided to just go for it.
"Are you interested in some fun yourself?"
My wife shifted slightly at the question. It was clear that the situation at hand had affected her too.
