We had gone to sleep in the motel. It was my wife and I, a hitchhiker we'd picked up outside Chicago, James was his name, or something innocuous like that. He was very quiet.
We had been together nearly four years, my wife and I but we're newly married. With the change in our status, which hardly felt different to me, she seemed to have more confidence. In life and in bed. Recently, she had become enamored by experimentation with anal sex. It was a fetish I was ambivalent about at first, but when I discovered the effect on her, the explosive pleasure it gave her, not to mention the tightness and warmth of that other orifice, I had been converted.
James or whatever was very quiet. After our first stop for gas, my wife sat in the back with him, trying to get him to open up. He was from Michigan. He'd had a girl, was engaged, but she had broken it off. Now, he was going to see his older brother in Denver.
The motel had given us a king-size instead of two doubles. It was late, we were tired from driving. We decided to make do.
I awoke in the night to my wife's labored breathing and her fondling my penis through my underwear. She extended her leg to where it was between mine, rubbing against me. She started tugging at the band of my underwear, so I took them off. I was half-erect already, and in the dark, she licked her fingers and took me in her hand. We kissed. Half asleep, I finally remembered James and became nervous about waking him.
What about - I started.
Shhhh.
She turned around, placed her bare hips into my crotch. I heard her lick her fingers again, wet herself. She reached between her legs, guided the tip of me into her.
I slowly pressed my way inside her. It felt incredible. She was always tighter when she woke in the middle of the night. I slowly slid in and out of her, and she moaned, softly as she could. James, or his silhouette, was lying still on the other side of her. She raised her pillow, bit down on the corner, and I could no longer see him to watch for movement.
I didn't care.
I carefully slid in and out, trying to work at her rhythmically. I felt her fingers move from her clitoris to the underside of my penis, then my testicles, when I realized it wasn't just her fingers.
I slid out of her, but she held me to her. Between her legs I now realized I was head to head with James's cock. She rubbed us together between her legs. We could feel the heat emanating from her. I tried to enter her again but she had him inside her and now it was my tip running against him. I nearly came right there from the shock, even shot a spurt of precum.
