Tony crossed his legs as he sat on the train. An hour to go. He couldn’t wait to get to the hotel, and his mind was racing ahead. How long had it been since he’d met Ann? It didn’t matter, they’d make up for it.

Eventually the train pulled into the station, and, struggling to focus his mind on the mundane, he was able to keep his erection at bay long enough to find a taxi. Soon, he was checking in at the front reception. The girl at the desk dealt with him in an efficient, bored manner.

“Room 412 sir. Out of the lift on the 4th floor and at the end of the corridor. Your colleague Ms Robins? No sir, she’s not checked in yet. But she mentioned you’d be working closely together on this trip when she booked, so we’ve reserved 411 for her –you should hear when she arrives.”

Hurrying to his room, Tony checked his watch. Just 30 minutes before their agreed time. She would be here soon. Carefully holding his overnight bag to disguise the bulge in his trousers, he smiled at the couple he passed as he made his way to the room. His was the last in the corridor, and he was glad he didn’t have much luggage. Swiping the key-card quickly, he opened the door and threw his bag into the wardrobe – he wouldn’t be needing a change of clothes for a few hours at least. Noting that the room was much the same as any other business hotel he’d stayed in, he lay back on his bed and anticipated Ann’s arrival.

Thinking about how they had made love on the last occasion they’d met, his cock quickly grew hard, and he had to resist the temptation to indulge himself. No, he would relax, shut his eyes, think of nothing, get a little rest while he had the chance.

He woke after dozing for a short while. Disoriented, he checked his watch. Just half-an-hour had passed. Rising out of his half-sleep, he wondered if Ann had arrived. Yes, he was certain that he’d heard a door open and close next to his room a few minutes ago and expected any minute to hear Ann knocking for him. But slightly dozy from his long journey, he’d decided to let her have a moment to freshen up while he shut his eyes for just a few more minutes. How long ago was that? 15 minutes? He wasn’t sure.

More awake now, he heard noises from a nearby room. Furniture being gently knocked against a wall, a man’s laugh maybe. Perhaps it was someone further down the hall. It was unlike Ann to keep him waiting…maybe she was showering and would have left the door deliberately open for him…

He decided to ring reception. The girl who had booked him in answered.

“Yes Mr Polley. Ms Robins checked in 20 minutes ago. The room next to yourself, yes. I told her you were already here and would she have me call you, but she said not. She was with another of your colleagues and she said they had some business to discuss before they need disturb you.”

Tony was confused.

“Another colleague?” he asked.

“Yes, sir. A gentleman with dark hair, about six foot tall. He’s not booked into the hotel though.”

“Okay thanks…”

“Thank-you sir.”

As the girl hung up, Tony was puzzled. Maybe she was mistaken…or maybe Ann really did have a work conference, and would see him between meetings.

Just then, he heard more noises, this time definitely from next door. Another sound of wood bashing against a wall. Then, a few seconds later, the same noise, only louder. Tony was lying awkwardly on his bed, having just replaced the phone receiver, but he daren’t move again, in case the noise of the bed springs adjusting masked any sound from the next room.

The banging against the adjoining wall was now a regular beat. Thud…pause…thud…pause...thud.

In fact, Tony thought, it sounds as if there’s a couple in there having…

The realisation dawned on him just a fraction of a second before he heard a long, lingering moan of pleasure. The voice was unquestionably female, undoubtedly Ann’s. She was in the room with another man!

Far from being appalled, Tony was instantly thrilled. They had often discussed ‘voyeurism’, but he’d never thought it’d happen. The idea of setting something up together seemed somehow too contrived, too false. But now Ann had thought of a way to surprise him.

Tony turned and lay down on the bed, not having to worry about missing noises from next door. Knowing it was Ann, he knew she would hold nothing back, especially as she knew he was listening!

It went quieter for a few minutes - sporadic, quieter groans, mainly from the man, suggesting to Tony that Ann was performing some teasing foreplay. He could only lie back and imagine. Perhaps they were now undressing eachother, hands moving inside clothing, pulling at buttons, feeling for flesh. Perhaps they were full-on snogging, grinding against eachother through their clothing, in a tantalizing fully-dressed rehearsal for the coming performance. Maybe she was slowly wanking him off, or maybe they were in the ‘69’ position, Ann’s mouth so full with the unknown man’s erection that she was unable to articulate her own pleasure loudly enough for her audience.

How lucky he was to know such a shameless sexpot! As the noises from next door faded to barely audible gasps, he thought about how she must have planned this, carefully booking the room, waiting for him to arrive, luring her conquest to back with her at the ideal moment. Maybe he knew there was another of her lovers listening…but probably not. Maybe he was a guy from work. Maybe he was someone she had picked up that very afternoon. Perhaps she had even paid him! Whatever, the effect was the same.

Barely able to control his arousal, Tony didn’t know whether to wank now, wait for the louder sounds that would surely accompany the impending copulation next door, or somehow hold himself for his own time with Ann later on.

It was silent next door now. What was happening. Had he come already? Had Ann been quieter than usual, just to frustrate Tony further? For a few moments, he wondered if he was imagining the whole thing. But then the sound of the bed rhythmically tapping against the wall started again, and Ann’s voice, blended together with the deeper noises of the man.

“Now fuck me. Fuck me hard!” she demanded.

The man was responding with short, determined grunts, as Ann’s cries escalated in volume and desperation.

“Get inside me. Fuck me. Yes. Fuck me hard.

Fuck me now. Go on. Fuck me. Push it in. Fuck yes. Yes! Ohhhhhh.”

Thud…pause….thud…pause…pause…pause. Was it Ann’s turn to be teased?

“Just fuck me. Get it all the way in me. Fuck my cunt hard.” he heard her shout.

The rhythmic thudding increased in speed and the pounding against the wall seemed to be in danger of causing structural damage as the man eagerly followed Ann’s explicit orders.

“Ahhhh. Ahhh. Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me.” The words were all Ann’s, occasionally drowned out by the throaty groans and cries of her lover.

“Oh god oh fucking god yes…

Fucking fuck me…Fuck my cunt.

Give it to me…fuck me there, OOOOOOOOO fuck yes….

Ahhhh. Ahhhhh Aaaaaaaa….

Oh yeah fuck me, you’re the best, fuck me, mmmmm oh jesus…

Do it fuck me just fuck me

Yes fuck me there oh yes oh yes fuck yes fuck yes

Fuck, fuck…oooooooo fuck”

There was no way on earth Tony could resist the urge to wank now and he came quickly, thrilled by Ann’s cries, thrilled by what she was doing, thrilled that she was loving it and that she was doing it for him, thrilled that it was partly an act for him but only partly an act, astonished that what felt like the best orgasm of his life was coming from another man’s fuck, another man fucking his lover, but not caring, not able to think about anything except the three orgasms exploding inches apart, two divided from one but Ann together with two.

“Arghhhhhhhhhh fuck fuck fuck” Ann screamed as she climaxed.

Tony somehow stifled his cry as his semen shot into the air. The man’s cry of joy and exertion as he came inside Ann was muffled somehow, maybe by pillow, maybe by sheer exhaustion. Ann’s own whimpers receded slowly into silence. Tony reached up and touched the wall by his bed, his fingers moist with his orgasm.

In her bed, Ann reached back and touched her fingers to the wall, and as the lips of the man now in her bed gently sucked at her nipple, she dreamed of later, when the lips of her lover in the next room would meet hers in a kiss of passion and jealous desire.