The Hotel Reunion That Rekindled Old Desires

It had been quite some time since Carla and I had shared anything about us. Life had filled up with schedules, accumulated exhaustion, and weekends that vanished without a trace. But at the end of summer everything changed with a simple voice message. It was Adrián, an old friend with whom, along with his wife Lorena, we had taken our first steps into the world of swinging.

After the usual pleasantries, he got straight to the point: he wanted to ask us a favor. Lorena was turning years old in early September, on the ninth, and although we kept in touch often by message and even by phone, we hadn’t seen each other in person for almost two years. They lived in Madrid; we lived in Zaragoza. He was inviting us to her birthday and asking us to travel to the capital for a couple of days. But not a word to Lorena. It was a surprise.

We managed to arrange the days he asked for and told him we were in. The day before her birthday, we took the train from Zaragoza-Delicias station. All week long, we had talked about little else than what kind of surprise Adrián might be plotting. Knowing him, and knowing how the four of us had met, all our theories ended up in the same place. And every time we speculated, we ended up turned on, so you can imagine how those conversations ended.

When we arrived in Madrid, we sent Adrián a private message with the name of the hotel where we were staying. He replied at once, grateful, and told us he would be in touch soon with more details. We ate something light and went up to the room to rest. We took a shower that washed the travel heat off us and lay down naked on the huge double bed.

—Do you know I’m insanely curious about the surprise Adrián has prepared for her? —Carla said, turning toward me.

As she spoke, her hands never stayed still. Her left hand traced my thighs, slid up my groin, and reached my cock, which she brushed a couple of times until it started to harden. With her right hand she drew slow circles around my clit, sinking in a couple of fingers now and then. I closed my eyes and let her do it.

—It’s definitely something sexual —she went on, thinking out loud—. Knowing them, it has to be.

—Or maybe it’s a get-together with old friends and he’s thought of us too —she added, without stopping stroking me.

Her hands never stopped. I listened to her with my eyes closed, very aroused, and noticed how, little by little, she stopped talking and let out the occasional small, almost involuntary moan.

—Fuck, I’m getting really hot and you’re not telling me anything —she complained.

—Fuck me —I told her.

She stopped touching herself, turned her body, and straddled my legs, still holding my cock in her hand. She lifted her hips, moved closer, and guided it to her drenched sex. She took it in with one single motion, burying it to the hilt, and started rocking. I opened my eyes to look at her: her breasts bouncing with the rhythm of the thrusts, the look of pleasure on her face, her lower lip trapped between her teeth, her eyes closed. My hands went to her hard nipples and I played with them. I loved it when she was the one in control.

Then my phone started ringing. Neither of us made the slightest move to pick it up. The melody ended and we kept at it, but a few seconds later Carla’s phone rang. Still not getting off me, she reached out to see who it was.

—It’s Adrián —she said—. I’m going to answer.

While she talked to him, she stopped moving. So it was me who grabbed her by the hips and started pumping from below. Slowly at first. She carried on with the conversation, keeping her voice steady as if nothing were happening. I picked up the pace. She began to break her words up, losing the thread of what she was saying. I went faster, and she was panting now without even trying to hide it, until she had no choice but to hang up.

—Aaah… you’re such a bastard, but fuck do you fuck me well —Carla let out.

She collapsed onto my chest, exhausted by the orgasm and by the tension of talking to Adrián while I was inside her. She pulled my cock out of her and, seeing it still stiff and hard, smiled.

—You don’t deserve to come, bastard… but all right.

She bent down, took it into her mouth, and started sucking with a hunger I hadn’t known from her in a long time. Her hands stroked my balls, one of her fingers ventured farther back, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came in her mouth while she held my gaze.

—So what did Adrián want? —I asked her when I caught my breath.

—Shit… he’s downstairs, in the lobby, and he wanted to talk to us —she replied, wiping the corner of her lips.

***

I took my phone and called him. I told him to come up. He tried to apologize for the inopportune call, said he could come by another time, that he was even just about to go out into the street. I insisted until I convinced him. It didn’t even take five minutes for him to knock on the door. Carla and I had just enough time to throw on a robe before opening it.

Almost two years without seeing each other in person. There he was, standing in the doorway, elegant as always, in great shape and with that jovial smile he had never lost. He came in, we hugged like the old friends we were, and Carla melted against him, giving him several short kisses on the face.

—Sorry for interrupting you earlier with the call —Adrián said, a little embarrassed.

—Don’t worry, it’s nothing —I told him.

—You could have come straight up and joined in —my wife shot back with a half smile—. We would have relived old times.

Carla and I had already done quite a few swaps, and she had been with plenty of men, but Adrián held a special place in her heart. That was why, when we speculated about the surprise, deep down what she wanted was to be with him again. That was why she had arrived at the hotel so hot that afternoon.

—That’s exactly why I invited you to Lorena’s anniversary —Adrián clarified—. I want to give her a surprise and remember those encounters together.

He and Carla sat on the edge of the bed. I settled into an armchair, right across from them. Adrián kept talking and started explaining the surprise in detail. He told us that, if we didn’t mind, another couple would be taking part, one they had grown very close to lately, and that it would all begin that very night with a dinner for the six of us. We told him there was no problem on our side, that the more people, the better.

While he spoke, Carla rested her hand on his thigh. She slid it slowly, without any hurry, until it stopped over the bulge that was already visible in his pants. She lowered the zipper with two fingers and, once she reached that point, looked at him.

—Adrián, stand up and keep telling my husband about the surprise.

Adrián obeyed. Carla stayed seated on the edge of the bed, and from that position she yanked down his pants and boxers. His cock was now at my wife’s face level. She started kissing it all along its length while one hand clung to one of his buttocks and squeezed it, and the other stroked his shaved balls. With such a welcome, his cock didn’t take long to harden.

—Well, well… I see it’s happy to see me —she said before taking it into her mouth.

Adrián cleared his throat and tried to keep telling me what he had planned for the night, but it was clear that neither he was paying attention to his own words nor I to what he was saying. The blowjob Carla was giving him took all my concentration. My cock was waking up again beneath the robe. He held her head with one hand to slow the pace a little, carefully pulled his cock out of her mouth, and exhaled.

—I’m going to come —he warned.

While he held his cock and jerked off quickly, Carla untied her robe and showed him her breasts and belly. Adrián soon spilled over them. The semen slid down her skin, and she, with the help of her hands, spread it over her belly before bringing her fingers to her mouth to taste the leftovers. Then she took his cock, now already getting softer, and cleaned it with her tongue. Adrián held her by the shoulders, stood her up, and the two of them melted into a long, soft kiss.

I, from watching so much, had gotten hard again and was ready for action, but I understood it wasn’t the moment to play with my wife. I tried to calm down and stop thinking about what I had just seen. They separated and Adrián smiled.

—What a welcome you’ve given me, Carla. I wasn’t expecting that… thank you so much.

He went into the bathroom for a moment to freshen up. My wife sat down beside me, gave me a tongue kiss so I could taste the rest too, and whispered in my ear.

—I don’t know what plans Adrián has for tonight, but something tells me we’re going to have a very good time.

And, knowing her, I knew she was absolutely right.