Jonathan awoke to the sounds of squeaking beds and moans. He rolled over and figuring it was a couple in the next room he glanced over at his wife's bed noticing was empty. 'Must be in the bathroom,' he thought.
He was surprised at how much he could hear. Most modern hotels are better soundproofed. Anyway, instead of trying to go back to sleep he focused on the sounds. As he listened he noted that the moaning and hushed talk sounded vaguely familiar. Figuring it was just his imagination he glanced over to his wife's bed, but it was still empty.
Oddly it was dark in the bathroom and he noticed the door to the adjoining room was slightly ajar. Intrigued he walked over to the door and opened it further. The sounds of the couple fucking got discernibly louder.
Looking at the second door he saw it was also slightly ajar. Quietly pressing his hand to the door he opened just enough to peek into the room.
He saw a man kneeling between a woman's legs, his ass muscles flexing as he thrust repeatedly. The woman's the toes pointed at the ceiling for a moment as she then bent her knees and her legs around the man.