I’ve not had sex in the same room as someone who wasn’t ‘involved’ in the sex The closest I’ve been to this was when crashing at a friends house after a night out with a few other people, two of who shagged on the sofa in the room I was sleeping.
We’d been out all night around town, me and two friends along with (one of the guy’s) girlfriend and a couple of her old school friends who were visiting her for the weekend. After the last club had kicked out we’d all gone back to their flat for some more drinks and some food, stayed awake for another hour or so and then all gone to bed.
The flat we were stopping at had two sofas in an open plan living room/kitchen area which was sort of L-shaped. I’d claimed one and my mate was on the other one, (at the opposite end of the room from me) the two friends of the girlfriend had taken the only spare bedroom.
Half an hour or so after everyone had gone to bed, we were still awake quietly chatting and finishing off the last couple of glasses of beer. My friend had just finished his and said he was going to get up and go for a piss before going to sleep, so we were just trying to decide which door was the bathroom, so he didn’t go into the wrong room. (Modern flat so all the doors were identical and all shut of course).
Just then we heard a door open down the corridor, and some lights footsteps and one of the visiting ‘Old Friends’, the one that my mate on the sofa had spent half the evening flirting with, reappeared in the living room and went over to the sofa where my mate was. The room was dimly illuminated by some street lights outside the curtains so I could make out some moving shapes in the darkness.
A few minutes later I heard some quiet giggling and a lot of noises of fabric/the sofa moving around, then I saw both of them stand up, heard (I think) a belt being undone and some stuff hitting the floor, then they both got back onto the sofa, and there was some gentle whispering that I couldn’t make out.
This went on for 10/15 or so minutes, and then I could hear the tell tale noises of this girl starting to wank him off. Then there was some more vigorous tussling around and movement from the sofa, followed by the unmistakable sounds of quiet shagging starting.
I could tell they were really trying to be quiet, I think she was on top doing some grinding to start with, then I think they changed positions as I could hear the sofa squeaking away really quickly and rhythmically as he started quietly pumping her for a couple of minutes. I’d gotten as hard as a rock while this was going on of course!
Suddenly there was some muffled grunting, him blowing his load I guess, then it all went quiet for a couple of minutes before she quietly left the room closing the door behind herself.
Once she’d gone and we’d heard her going into another room, my mate whispered over to me “Oh, that’s made my night.” I asked him if he’d enjoyed that. He laughed and said something like “Oh yeah, I needed that.” I told him he was a lucky bastard, which he agreed with! He then came over to my end of the room, still naked but with both hands clutching his underwear over his dick, and was asking if we’d worked out which door was the bathroom, I said I still wasn’t sure, and suggested he just piss in the kitchen sink as he’d already fucked on the (flat owners) sofa and no one wanted to bump into him naked in the hallway! So he put the kitchen light on and I laughed at him while he stood on his tip toes and pissed into the sink.
We walked home together early the next morning, and I made him fill me in on the gory details. She’d come into the living room and got onto the sofa on top of him, and whispered in his ear “Let’s see if you’re more than just good chat then” as she was sliding her hand down his boxers and grabbing hold of his balls. He said he’d tried his best to keep the noise down, she had indeed started riding him on top, before they’d switched to missionary, he was glad he’d had a few beers or he was convinced he’d have blown his load as she tossed him off.
I don’t mind admitting I had a wank as soon as I got home, I suspect the friend did too. The guy who’s flat it was still doesn’t know they fucked on his sofa or that we both pissed in his kitchen sink!