I woke alone on the bed. The room smelt of sweat and sex, heated by the sunshine that drove through the windows. Behind me I could hear the shower running. I still felt as high as if I had taken the best drugs ever.
The digital clock on the bedside table showed 11.50. We should have been out of the hotel by now. I supposed that Ben must have left while I slept so I went to join Amy in the shower.
When I opened the door a wall of steam clouded out. The shower must have been running for an age. And Amy was not alone. She and Ben were pieced together, kissing in the warm water. I stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind me to keep the steam in. It was amazingly sexy. They broke off from their kiss and smiled at me. I smiled back.
"Good morning sleeping beauty," said Amy, sliding her hand down Ben's chest to gently hold his limp cock. "How are you?"
Despite what had just happened it was disconcerting to be stood naked with Ben and my wife in a shower room.
"You coming in?" asked Ben, making to get out and holding the bottle of shower gel for me.
Again the maze of emotions twisted around my brain. This image in front of me was a fantasy come true and opened up floods of pleasurable endorphins inside my brain but at the same time a terror crept through me. Was Amy falling in love with Ben? She had never been so into me during sex, even at the beginning of our relationship when we had been crazy about one another. It seemed as if she couldn't get enough of him. The thought of losing her felt like bullets hitting me.
"No, no, you carry on," I said, aware of the dried up cum on my chest.
I took the shower gel from Ben and squeezed it around Amy's neck like a necklace. Ben and I watched it melt and run over her breasts.
"Don't waste it." I told Ben.
He nodded and cupped Amy's tits, working a lather over them. While he did so I squeezed more over his shoulders so Amy had an excuse to run her hands over his muscly arms and chest.
From outside somewhere I heard a muffled knocking. Probably a cleaner's trolley hitting the corridor wall I thought, watching Amy kiss her lover while she felt his arse.
The knocking sounded again, louder.
"Oh god, that's us!" I said. I grabbed a towel and stepped out. A youthful girl in a cleaner's uniform was letting herself in. I struggled to wrap the towel around me and twisted to shut the door to the bathroom.