Delirious in a Hotel

I travel a lot on business and I’ve spent many overnights alone in hotel rooms. Occasionally I’ll wake up in the middle of the night to the sounds of a couple in the next room enjoying each others' company. That’s nothing unusual; but my experience one time, delirious in a hotel, was nothing like the ordinary.

I was again traveling and happened to get really sick; I guess what they call a 3-day flu. Anyway, once I knew I was too sick to work, I canceled my appointments and hunkered down in the hotel room, delirious and sleeping in long stretches. What I’m going to relate I think is what I really heard going on next door, though I couldn’t swear that all of it is fact and none of it is delirious dreaming. I heard a couple check in next door. His voice was low and gruff and hers was tiny and high pitched. They spoke in some foreign language, I couldn’t tell which, but I’m guessing from the sound of it, and the character of their voices, that it was Japanese.

Just a handful of minutes after I heard their bags hit the floor, I heard them going at it The loveliest, most inspiring sound you can ever hear.She sang her Oh!s and Ah!s most beautifully. I could hear her voice rise to an orgasm; then pause while I heard nothing but the rhythm of him pounding away. Then she would begin sighing, then Oh!-ing in a rising tempo that would lead to another orgasm. After several exciting cycles of this she just flat out began to scream. And scream. Needless to say, even in my sick, delirious state, this gave me an erection and fond thoughts of my wife.

Eventually he came and the love-making ended. But shortly afterwards, I heard what sounded like her lovingly sucking the come off of his dick.

I drifted off to sleep, but heard her leave; a glance at my watch – it was about 10am – made me guess that she was off for shopping or a manicure or something.Not long after that, there as a knock at his door and I heard a woman’s voice. But the voices that followed sounded like a business meeting. They must have been speaking English and I over heard a word or two – contract, price discounts, delivery conditions – mundane things like that. Nothing sexy in that.

Except, after I heard papers being shuffled, briefcases being snapped, I also heard the rustle of clothes. Could it be? Oh, yes. Soon I heard the unmistakable rhythm of a bed rocking and very satisfying sounds of two voices, enjoying a rising sexual tension.

I drifted off into sleep, as my body worked to cure my fever.What woke me was the sound of the wife returning and a variety of shopping bags being dropped on the floor. I also heard the sound of a zipper and sucking, slurping sounds. Was she giving him head again? Did she taste the other woman’s juices? Did she like it? Or was she jealous? There was no way I could know.

The next thing I heard was the rattle of golf clubs. Sounded like he was going out for a round of golf. Then she was on the phone; room service.

Again I dozed and was awakened by room service knocking on the neighboring door. In the room I heard the waiter explain what must have been flavors of ice cream. Then some more voices. Then, louder, so I could clearly hear it, the waiter’s voice: “Oh, no. No. No, ma’am, we don’t do that!” Had she wanted the waiter to give her a fuck? I could only guess. But not long after I could hear her Oh!s and Ah!s, in a rising crescendo. Fingering herself? Vibrator? I didn’t know, but I did know she was getting it on again.

More sleep, more dreams. Then I heard the door, the golf clubs, the voices. Would it take them long? Nope. Soon it was the same sounds as when they first came in. Again, the loveliest, most inspiring sound you can ever hear. The bed rhythmically moving. Her sighs. His gasps. Her Oh!s. His Umphs. Her screaming, his grunting, as they both came.This was a couple with appetite and stamina. And it didn’t end there. What seemed like just a few minutes later, again those exciting sounds.

It inspired me – and if I hadn’t been so sick, I would have phoned my wife right away and done some loving phone sex. It was only mid-afternoon and how many times had each of them been at it? I had lost count. At this point, my illness and fever overcame me and as near as I can tell, I slept almost non-stop for about 24 hours, with a couple of feverish bathroom breaks. If my enthusiastic neighbors tested their stamina further, I was too deep asleep to know it.

By the time I recovered and began catching up with my job, they were apparently gone.I don’t know whether to envy them or not. But I sure would like to be able to have nearly that much fun with my wife.