Go on in, it's a swinging weekend anyway

Jake and Melanie opened the door as quietly as they could and slipped in, seemingly unnoticed. A big screen TV had the images of two large breasted models being plastered with a torrent of ejaculate, before licking the huge schlong in front of them clean. The moaning, however, was predominantly coming from the coach.

Two heads bobbed just over the back of the couch; one brown, one blonde. Jake recognized the sound as the pleasant moaning of a content Patricia.

Melanie exchanged a quick glance with her husband before rolling her suitcase into the next room. Jake, unable to restrain himself, snuck over towards the couch to get a better view. Apparently the lovers had not noticed the intrusion yet.

Mark was wedged between Patty's legs, furiously pumping into her as she pressed herself into her husband's hairy chest. Her frantic pants and moans were partially muffled by his thick forest of chest hair. Patty's left breast jiggled pleasantly with each thrust, the large mass being pressed down by Mark's arm.

Softer music played as the credits rolled past on the TV screen. Mark's pace slowed as Melanie snuck back into the room. He withdrew from his wife and leaned upwards to see over the couch and to investigate the footsteps he heard. "Aahhh!" he shouted in suprise, startled by Jake's close proximity.

"Hey Mark, didn't mean to interrupt you two, please, continue..." Jake said, trying to diffuse the situation.

"You nearly scared the shit out of me!" He leaned back onto the couch, gently rubbing his wife's foot which was now hovering around his crotch.

Melanie exchanged another glance with Jake, and then moved behind Mark, setting her hands on his shoulders, massaging gently. "Looking good there, Marky. Whatcha watching?"

"Documentary. Something about Stephen Hawking, I think." Mark comically crossed his leg and struck a contemplative pose, ignoring his still-hard cock and naked wife.

Melanie laughed heartily, standing up again and unbuttoned her shirt. "I'm sure it's fascinating."

Jake took the cue and began shedding his own clothes, taking a seat next to Patty, and gently caressed her leg. "You changed your hair! It's so short! And blonde again!"

"Well, I AM a natural blonde..." Patricia ran her hand along her glistening mound and twirled a few strands of her trimmed blonde pubic hair.

"This is gonna be a good weekend," Jake thought.