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This could be a long story, but it's late, so you get the Cliff Notes, besides I'm sure I posted the full story previously.

We were evacuated before a large hurricane hit our area, and due to the damage we were unable to got back to a few weeks. We were stranded, my sister had room for us, but she gets on our nerves after a few hours, nonetheless a few weeks. While searching for a room, we ran into some acquaintances at a fast food joint. We told them our dilemma and it turned out they lucked into a nice room with 2 king beds, it was at a nice hotel that was expensive. They offered us the other bed so we could split the price, at the time we thought this was just for a few days.

It took some getting used to, these people were friends of friends, so we didn't know them that well, or them us. So we talked about it, it was a mini-suite with a small sitting area, the bedroom had the 2 kings, it worked out since I'm a night own who sleeps very little. After a few days we decided that we could give each other "private time", by leaving for a couple of hours, even though there was no place to go really.

About the 5th night I heard them making love in the dark, I thought my wife was asleep until she leaned against my erection. We both tried to be quiet, but we all knew what we were doing. The next day we all joked about it.

My wife and the other lady went shopping and the husband I went for a few beers. When the ladies came back they announced they had something to talk about. It seems our friends were more or less hippies at one point and had tried communal living. In spite of their insurance sales jobs, they had been around the block with casual nudity and the like.

It didn't become an orgy by any means, but the hiding and whispering stopped and the room became more of a clothing optional zone.