In a beach minshuku (Japanese guesthouse), Barbarella, her good friend and my friend were all sharing a single room. Everybody gets a futon to sleep on in a tatami mat room. We'd been on the beach, in the water and exploring rock pools all day. We watched the sunset and then had a great dinner. It came time to sleep and not surprisingly my wife was feeling frisky, so we waited until the other two were asleep and then I took her from behind in a spooning position. Barbarella was enjoying it a bit too much, so she had to bite her hand towel so as not to make any noise.
Absolutely my friend didn't wake up as he was lightly snoring, but I think Barbarella's friend may have known what we were up to. We moved to the communal bathroom area to allow Barbarella a little more freedom to express herself. The bathrooms in this Japanese guesthouse were at the end of the hall, not in the room itself and nobody else was staying on our floor, only the floor below us. So she wrapped a towel around herself and I threw on some boxers.
Things were going great in the washroom area but we wanted more, so we ramped it up and moved down the stairs toward the noise in rec room on the 2nd floor. There were a bunch of Japanese college students also staying there and they were playing pool. We got down the stairs and into the hallway to the the corner that leads to the rec room and I took her from behind for several minutes as she braced herself against the opposing walls. IF anybody had come around the corner they would have seen Barbarella in a perpetual star jump position with a look of bliss on her face.
Alas, nobody came around the corner and we moved back to the room and finished off as we both wanted more, but knew it wasn't possible that night. She didn't care at that point if her friend was watching or not as she got up and went to the toilet with the towel but not wearing it this time.
You gotta love it when our better halves get worked up to that point where they don't care anymore.
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