"Dude, what are you doing?" Daryl was looking around, outside the open door nervously.
Chad, the taller of the two men turned to his friend whispering, "I think they're sleeping."
"Who the fuck cares, bro! Get the fuck out of there, before we get caught." Daryl was much stockier than Chad. He had darker skin and if you asked Chad, Daryl was nowhere near as fast or as good looking.
"Dude, it's that couple from the pool bar. The ones that were slamming shots and laughing at everything Rick said." Chad had a mischievous excitement in his whisper.
Daryl had a new level of interest in his voice, "The hot MILF? The one wearing those orange bottoms that kept creeping up into all the places I want to be?" Daryl leaned in the room trying to see around Chad's tall frame, pushing him out of the way.
"D, you need to back the fuck up man!" Chad's voice was a lot louder than he would have preferred as the two college athletes shoved each other in the doorway. The rough housing escalated until Daryl pushed Chad into the lamp on the Hotel room end table, toppling it over. The shattering of the lamp rang out causing the two friends to stop and freeze in their spots. Their eyes shot back and forth looking between each other and the sleeping couple without moving a muscle.
Daryl spoke while continuing to hold himself like a statue, "Chad, I think these old bitches are black out drunk, kid." He gave another glance at the sleeping couple, before locking eyes with Chad. Staring at his friend he decided to test his theory, "Hey!" Daryl flinched after yelling. Both the men looked over at the couple again; no movement. They both laughed as they relaxed their stiff bodies and immediately went back to shoving each other.
"We have to fuck with them!" Chad gasped, as if he just figured out the meaning of life. He walked over to the night stand on the woman's side of the bed and grabbed her phone. "We should take selfies of ourselves all over the hotel! When they wake up and look at their pictures, they'll see our ugly mugs and be like, 'what the fuck?' that shit will be hysterical!"
"Bro, we are on spring break. We are on a hotel on the beach. We are in a room with a half-naked beautiful woman, who also happens to be completely black out drunk, and your grand idea is for us to take pictures of ourselves with her phone?" Daryl genuinely looked disappointed in his friend's lack of creativity as he continued, "Wouldn't it make more sense to take pictures of her, with our phones?"
"D, no offense there, little guy, but who gives a fucking shit about pictures of some middle-aged woman passed out in her bikini?" Chad's confusion displayed on his scruffy face as he went on, "I mean, sure she's hot for a MILF and all, but I could log onto Instagram right now and see women half her age and twice as hot, wearing skimpier things than old lady thongs."
"Who says she was wearing a bikini when we came in here?" Daryl muttered while eyeing the woman hungrily. She was laying on her stomach. Her bikini top was tied in the back. Her bottoms were tied on both sides of her curvy hips. Her husband was lying on his back, wearing board shorts and no shirt, arms folded over his stomach. Daryl smiled insanely at Chad as he reached his hand down to the side of the woman's bottoms, grabbed an end of the string keeping them secured to her soft skin, and pulled. "Oops," his insane smile broadened as he brought his hands up to his mouth in a sarcastic visual of, "silly me."
"D, that's fucked up man." Chad stepped back in disbelief.
"what's fucked up is, we go undefeated in the pre-season and lose to those fucking hicks! What's fucked up is, we come all the way down here to fuck the same girls we fuck at school and drink the same beer we always drink." Daryl stepped toward Chad and continued speaking as the remaining fabric covering the passed-out woman's ass fell to the bed, exposing her, "What's fucked up is, this was your fucking idea, bro. I didn't want you to walk through the open door, dude. I was against this!"
Chad, feeling his teammates angst stood still in his tracks, so not to be pushed back. Daryl continued, "what's fucked up is, we have a genuine opportunity to have some real fun and create some of those goddamn memories they sell us on in high school!" Daryl looked back at the bottomless beauty as he raised his arm in her direction, "Chad, this dude looks like one of those cuckold pieces of shit you see on porn videos, and she definitely looks like a hot wife to me!"
Chad laughed as Daryl finished his diatribe before giving in, "Alright, you're right. I mean we're just college kids on vacation, right? We've been drinking all day too. It's not our fault this lady went to bed naked." He stepped over towards the bed and slapped her exposed ass with the palm of his hand. The slapping sound echoed in the room. Once again, the men froze, waiting for the couple to wake up. When they were once again sure the couple's slumber was sound, they laughed madly.
"Chad, I am pretty sure these old farts are like dead to the world. What should we do, like for real man? Like what exactly should we do?"
Chad started snapping his fingers as he remembered the bull horn they had in their room.
"Dude!" Chad was punching Daryl's arm as he bounced on his feet. "We blast the bull horn thing in their faces, if it wakes them up and scares them to shit, we win! Good prank! If it doesn't wake them up," he looked at the husband still passed out on his back, "I dunno, maybe we should call 911, or at least take their shit and leave." Chad gave a final slap on Daryl's arm as he laughed and turned to walk out the room. "I'll be right back!" Chad sprinted out of the room and toward the elevator.
Daryl watched his teammate exit the room. Once Chad had turned the corner into the hallway Daryl turned toward the half-naked woman and he started speaking softly to her sleeping body, "My name is Daryl, friends call me D. Oh yeah? That's funny. Yes, your wife is very hot sir."
He walked along the husband's side of the bed while continuing, "Oh, you guys are into young men, huh? Well, lucky for you two I am a young man, and I am pretty hung."
He reached down to his zipper on his shorts while keeping up the conversation. The rip of his zipper being pulled down accompanied his words, "I honestly have never slept with a married woman, sir. Do you think it would be ok if I touched your wife?"
Making his way to the foot of the bed, Daryl let one hand graze across the woman's foot while his other hand freed himself from his shorts. "you are a very lucky man, sir. She is incredibly beautiful."
Daryl let his fingers rest on her flesh, dragging them upward as he walked on her side of the bed. He reached her bare bottom and stopped. "You want me to do what? Sir, I don't know if I could finger your wife, I just have never done anything like that before." His chuckle seemed more maniacal than playful. Daryl's hand slid across her tender cheek, heading between her newly tanned thighs. "Ok, sir. If you want me to, I will." Daryl moved his hand between under her bottom and spread her slowly. "I just don't know if I should." Daryl paused, "I understand, your marriage is in trouble and you both need this. I guess if you say it like that..." Daryl buried his fingers into the woman, who did not move. "damn sir, is she always this wet? Or is it just knowing that a young stud is going to fuck her?" Daryl's left hand explored the sleeping woman while his right started methodically rubbing his hardening cock.
"Sir, I don't want to get in any trouble, are you sure you want to see me inside your wife?" Daryl looked at the unconscious man. As if he had gotten the answer, he was looking for he continued, "Ok, sir. If that's what you want." Daryl climbed onto the bed and straddled his legs around the woman's as he started dabbing his hardness on her backside, every so often allowing himself to dip between her legs and collect her moisture before returning back to the surface. He maniacally chuckled to himself as continued teasing the resting woman's softness.
Daryl ran his fingers up her spine softly while his staff playfully bounce around between her legs. His fingers came to the strings keeping her bikini top together and with a quiet "bop" escaping his lips he tugged at the ends of the garment allowing the fabric to fall on both sides of her body. The woman was completely bare from the back of her neck to the back of her feet. Completely bare save for the large athlete that was straddling her, that is. Daryl eerily caressed the woman's backside and slowly started rocking himself back and forth allowing her soft bum to hold his weight as he did so. His hard and throbbing manhood tapping her entrance as he rocked forward applying his weight on her and retreating as he rocked back. He pondered for a brief moment if she should just get up and leave before this went too far. Then the horny animal inside him came rushing to the surface and a sly smile sleeked across his scruffy face.
With a final scan of the room and a double take toward the door to make sure he was alone; he swiftly buried his seven-inch cock deep inside the sleeping beauty. Daryl let out a triumphant groan under his breath as her warm wetness consumed him with ease. Daryl's hands clenched the woman's buttocks tightly to steady himself as he began to gyrate his long stem in and out of her cavern. Feeling more relaxed and confident with every stroke, his movement became more aggressive and his hands tightened on her soft flesh. Daryl looked over at the husbands face and couldn't tell if he the man's eyes had always been slightly open or if the man was starting to waken. The fear of being caught sent a gigantic surge of adrenaline straight to his balls. Still using both hands to grab tuffs of flesh on the woman's ass to brace himself, Daryl stared at the man with out blinking, almost anticipating any second the man awaken to find his wife being fucked by a complete stranger. His thrusts quickened; his body tightened at the rush of possibly being caught. Daryl groaned loudly as his orgasm erupted inside the sleeping woman's womb. His hands clenched the silky skin on the woman's ass so tight during his orgasm that it was sure to leave a bruise.
Daryl gave a few small pumps as deep inside her as he could go before his body went limp. His grip on her backside loosened as he seemingly sank down on the backs of her legs. He had drained every bit of his energy into her, and now it was slowly flowing onto the bed as his softening cock made its escape. His shaft was shiny and slick when it was fully removed. Daryl watched his essence pool onto the comforter for a brief moment, before slapping her ass and gaining his composure.
"Woo!" he bellowed louder than he would have liked. "Your wife sure has a nice pussy!" Daryl shook his cock aggressively and the remaining drops of himself danced onto her upper thighs and ass.
"Well, I thank you for letting me fuck your wife sir, not many husbands would allow their wives to be such a complete and total slut. You truly are an American hero!" Daryl saluted the sleeping man with his now soft and still glimmering prick dangling over his zipper.
"Dude, what the fuck did you do?"
