Aaron and Renee had a wonderful time in the halls -- and the beds -- of the club they were visiting. It was a long trip up there, and it was the final night of a three-day weekend. On Monday, they'd have to make the long drive back.
So they'd turned in early -- and early for a swing club, you know, is sometime between midnight and 1 a.m. After a night -- two nights, actually -- of intense fucking, they were tired, and yet they were horny. They made love with each other, delighting in the familiar feeling of their union as they whispered in each other's ear, caressed each other's bodies, and brought each other to one final orgasm.
And then they fell asleep, recovering mind and body for the journey the next day.
At least, that was the plan.
The club has many rooms with multiple beds; this room was one of them. Aaron and Renee were so tired -- literally, so fucking tired -- that they did not hear another couple come into the room with them and occupy the other bed.
When morning came, and light began to filter in around the heavy curtains on the window, Aaron stirred ever so slightly. It was enough to make Renee aware of his presence. She cuddled up against him, her hand reaching down between his legs where their juices from the previous night's session had dried on his dick.
He, of course, loved the attention her hand was providing to his cock, which started to grow under her loving touch. He moaned ever so slightly. He adjusted his body angle to caress her most impressive breasts and gently tweak her sensitive nipples. That made it her turn to moan. Morning breath or no morning breath, the two of them kissed and their tongues danced as they picked up the pace of the way they touched each other. And the moans increased in both volume and intensity.
Suddenly, they heard something across the room. They realized they were not alone. There was someone across the room.
Not interrupting what they were doing with their hands, they lifted their heads and peered across the room. There was someone on the other bed. Something was happening on the other bed. From the gentle sounds of pleasure, they knew what that something was. As their eyes became more and more accustomed to the low light in the room, they could see who the people were -- a Hispanic couple, a little younger than they were, getting busy with sex on the morning after.
Aaron and Renee crawled to the end of their bed and sat up, with their feet on the floor. With their arms around each other -- Renee stroking Aaron's cock and Aaron tweaking Renee's right nipple -- they watched silently for awhile. Then Aaron spoke.