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Usual disclaimer: This story involves sexual subject matter. If you aren't
old enough to read this, go home!
Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000. Please don't
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.
Conventional Temptation, Part One of Three - by Jeff Zephyr
(jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000.
Quick outline: Al is married to Gwen, goes away to a business convention for
a three day weekend, and is tempted by an attractive female friend.
Codes, for overall story: (MF, M-solo, F-solo, oral, exhib, cheat?, rom)
Cheating is a complicated subject. You might not think so, but the rules
for what is cheating, and what you should do about it, are not consistent.
Some don't want it to happen, but usually mean that they don't want to know
about it if it happens and isn't repeated. Some say it is OK if it happens,
but don't tell, don't let anyone else know, and don't fall in love. Others
say "tell me about it when you get home". There is a 4th category which
says "let us all get together." That one doesn't count as cheating at all
to the participants. I'll let you know which category I belong in when the
subject comes up in my story.
I work in the computer industry, and attend trade shows several times each
year. People who have never been to a trade show might miss the mix of
boredom and excitement that makes up the business of a trade show, when you
are a participant rather than just the regular visitor. Our company set up
a booth at many shows, showing our products, advertising our services, and
basically trying to get new customers. It also let us meet with other
people in the industry, and get business which we could almost never have a
chance at otherwise. But a big part of the convention business is purely
social. You get together with friends you meet nowhere else, even if you
might talk on the phone or send email.
I was in charge of our trade show group, and ended up doing more of these
than I would have liked. Preparation for one is stressful, making sure that
anything new is ready for the show, gets there on time, gets set up, and
works! Coupled with the all-day, few breaks, constant spotlight of dealing
with the mass of attendees, it is a real grind. And having a chance to
unwind, we take it.
Most times, that means getting a little drunk, dancing with ladies when
present, and just talking about our lives outside the business. A few
times, we've been able to arrange schedules so that my wife can come along,
though the company has only paid for the room and expenses for that once.
For a lot of people at the shows, especially singles, it means a chance to
meet someone for an anonymous, hot night of sex. That doesn't happen all
that often, but it never stops them from trying. There are also married
people who look for those chances.
My team consisted of Stevie, a pushy sales-tech. He had curly hair, and
looked "cute", as girls would sometimes mention to him at the shows. But he
had a bad habit of starting out conversations with women with lines like
"I'm not busy tonight. Wanna fuck?" He was pushy to customers too, a
high-pressure salesman, and the company liked some of the results he got.
But mostly, he was there because he really knew the technical side of the
products, and didn't lose his temper with people who didn't. His tech
counterpart was Robbie. He was friends with Stevie, and was always butting
in whenever Stevie got too pushy with a customer. That made them a good
team. Robbie had long dark hair, glasses, and a bushy beard. He was very
shy, and when he talked, he rarely talked about personal things, only
business. But he had a nice girlfriend, and they were almost engaged.
The last member of my sales team was Daphne. She was a very pretty blonde,
with long hair, a nice looking body, and a sultry southern voice. She
happened to be very good at sales, as well as the technical side of the
business. But we always thought the reason she was picked for trade show
spokesperson was because of her sex appeal. She didn't mind the work, but
hoped the boss truly realized that her success was not due to her looks, as
we did. She didn't dress in a glamorous style at the shows, unlike some of
the "models" which did product presentations for other companies. But even
with a sweatshirt on, she couldn't hide her pretty face.
Daphne had gone out with Stevie for a while, but had broken up several
months ago. For some time, they didn't speak much at all, and Stevie was
very upset that this pretty girl didn't find him lovable and irresistible.
While they seemed over that, there was still some tension between them.
Neither had steady dates that we knew about.
Unlike the rest of the team, who were all recent tech or university
graduates, I had been in this business for years. It had changed from a
purely big business environment, or "hacker-techies" at some of the
technical shows, to a public media event. That made for more customers,
with less knowledge of what they were actually buying than before. All this
made my job a bit tougher, but I had kept up on news in the industry, and I
really got along with my team well. Daphne was especially helpful, able to
handle the actual show contacts and presentations, which left me free for
business meetings, and dealing with bigger customers who needed special
treatment.
Friday was a typical busy setup day, getting to the convention early to set
up our gear. We rode down in the company van, which let us carry most of
what we needed, with some material shipped in advance. After the work of
setting up, even with help, we were tired. We went to check into our rooms,
and found that they had booked two double rooms, not three, for us. Stevie
and Robbie were supposed to share a room, but I really didn't want to do so
with Daphne. Temptation is much easier to avoid if you can keep it at a
distance, and she was very pretty.
Naturally, I complained. "We asked for three rooms. I don't care who
messed up, we need to have another room."
"We don't have any double rooms available."
"OK, are their any rooms available?"
"There are no smaller rooms available, but there are some vacancies in the
suites."
"Any problems giving one to us?"
"I can take care of that right away. But you'll need to pay for it in
advance."
"It isn't my fault that the reservation was messed up. I have the
convention reservation letter here, see?" And I showed the clerk the letter.
He said "I'll need to check with my manager."
A couple minutes later, he came back. "I'm sorry, but we don't have a record
of the reservation. I can give you a suite, but you'll need to pay for the
upgrade."
'That is expensive for a mistake we didn't make, " I answered.
"Just call up the boss. He might be willing to spring for it," Daphne
stated.
"Maybe, but I wouldn't count on it." I turned to the clerk "Can you check
again, to see if you can find the reservation. I'll let you make a copy of
the letter, and you can check it out with the convention staff. You can
call us at our booth, someone will be there all day."
"I'll see what I can do. I don't make the rules, but I will try to work out
something."
"Thanks."
No need to take it out on the clerk, for whoever's mistake it was, I
thought. We started walking towards the convention area.
"Daphne, maybe you can I could share a room. I wouldn't have a problem with
that," Stevie suggested, smiling at Daphne.
"I'd rather sleep with a snake. But if we have to share rooms, I'll stay
with Al. He's a gentleman, and married."
"What if Gwen hears about you doing that?" Stevie asked me.
I replied, smiling, "I'll tell her all about it. No need to worry."
Looking back at Daphne, who was blushing a bit, I said "Just remember that,
when we are sleeping 'together'. Don't try anything, unless you think that
Gwen wouldn't mind it."
As usual, the opening part of the convention involved seeing what the
competition had to offer, and meeting with other company reps. I ran into
Samantha, one of technical reps from a supplier of ours. She had on a long
black dress, just past her knees, almost like silk, which showed some
cleavage in an diamond in the front, with an open back. She was very
pretty, and smart as well. We got along well. When I last saw her, the
previous year, she was engaged to one of the partners in her company, and
seemed very happy. I naturally asked her how that was working for her,
being engaged to the boss, and she almost broke out in tears, her frown was
so sharp.
"I'd take that to mean things aren't good."
"We aren't engaged any more. And I'm not working there either. See?" And
she pointed to her name tag, above her right breast, and I did notice the
change in company name. I also noticed her hard nipples. That was a hazard
of the air conditioning, which tends to make convention halls cold until a
lot of people come in. But she left her finger lingering at that point.
And I stared for a bit. I'm not certain why I did that, but we stood there
maybe a minute, her finger rubbing her hard nipple, and I watching it. She
was staring into space, not looking at me at all, and didn't seem to notice.
Daphne and the rest of the team showed up about then, and Daphne said "Time
for lunch. There's a nice Italian place down the street."
I quickly looked away from Samantha, and she put her hand down quickly, and
looked embarrassed.
"Sammy, do you want to come along?" I asked. "It will give us a chance to
talk. Guys, Samantha isn't going out with what's-his-name anymore."
"Al-vin, don't call me Sammy!" Samantha said, laughing. I'm not all that
sensitive about my real name, though teasing about chipmunks comes up from
time to time. It was good to hear her laugh. "It will be nice. I don't
know that many people, and I don't want to play "showgirl" for Jack, my
chief here. He'll figure out that I don't like that eventually, but right
now, I'd just like to relax." And she smiled. That made me feel better. I
didn't know how recent these changes were, but we had spent a fair amount of
time together before, with dealings between our companies. Well, between
her previous one and mine. We didn't have any business yet with her new
one. That made this a definite non-business dinner, much more relaxing than
getting roped into a "talk means money" meal.
We talked about our lives, and a bit of our business successes, for quite a
while, ordered food, and still, Samantha had avoided talking about her
problems. We had some drinks, and finally, she opened up with her story.
"Bill and I were good together, at the start. I was very happy, and you
remember, I couldn't wait for our wedding. But he started to get bossy.
He didn't want me to keep working, even though we could use the money, and I
am really good at my job. I couldn't dress like this at work, nor go to
shows. He accused me of flirting with almost everyone. I'm just friendly,
and even if it was sometimes real flirting, I wasn't planning to follow
through. I actually quit my job, and was ready to get married and live with
him. But I couldn't do it. We still had sex often then, but it wasn't as
nice as before."
"What happened with the engagement?" Daphne asked.
"I didn't break it off, he did. I told him I was going back to work, that I
was bored to death staying home. He said that I couldn't do that, the
company wouldn't take me back. That he'd make sure that no company would
hire me; he was a partner and could control the resumes and references. I
got really pissed off at that, and told him to go to hell. I was tired of
his control-freak stupidity, and I didn't love him anymore. He slapped me,
told me to get out of the apartment."
"Damn him! Wasn't that your apartment?" I yelled.
"He paid the lease, changed it to his name without telling me. More of his
control plans. When I went to the building manager, she let me stay until
the end of the week, then I had to move out right away. I've got a new
place now, but it hasn't been easy. Bill spread rumors about my sleeping my
way to the top, and how I was only after him for his money. My degree and
experience don't count for enough compared to that."
"It isn't fair. Not at all. Are you doing OK now?" I asked.
"Mostly. But I haven't had a good date in a long time. Not even a bad sex
date." Sighing, she said "It is hard for a girl branded a slut to meet nice
men."
"You're not a slut! You are a nice woman," Robbie said. "Is Bill still
telling people that?"
"I don't know. I moved, and live in a new city now. That helps some, but
everyone knows everyone in this business, so I can never tell who knows
about this."
"You should have been smarter, gone along with Bill. You'd have been set
once you were married, even if you got divorced right away. That would have
served him right," Stevie explained. He had a habit of saying the wrong
thing, even with good intentions.
"Fuck off, Stevie!" Daphne said. She wasn't in love with him. He was a
jerk!"
"Sorry, I was only trying to help," Stevie responded.
"How are you doing now, Sammy?" I asked, smiling. A smile often can help
out in bad situations.
"Don't call me Sammy, Al-vin!" Samantha said, and laughed again. "OK,
don't call me it around anyone else. It is OK, I guess. My position is
about as good as before, and my boss knows about my side of the story, so at
work there isn't a big problem. But Jack hits on me from time to time, and
I told him that I'm not going to go out with anyone else I work with, ever.
It is hard to know who to trust, and I haven't had much luck dating lately."
"You just need to meet a nice man." I said. "There are a few around."
"Sure, like you, and Robbie."
"What about me?" asked Stevie, frowning. If anything, it made him look like
a sad puppy, which seemed even more cute than usual.
"You're cute. But you need to practice more being nice. Looks don't
substitute for personality." Samantha replied.
"You got that right," Daphne said, poking Stevie.
"Ow, stop picking on me. It isn't fair." Stevie frowned even more.
"Don't worry, Stevie, I'll help you keep in line," Robbie told him. "You
don't want to be a lonely bachelor your whole life, do you?"
"So, how do you meet nice guys? And how do you know if they are really
nice?" Samantha asked.
Then Daphne said "Nothing is more important than petting the cat."
"What?"
"That is the sign in Al's office. He says that it is the key to a happy
life."
"What is it supposed to mean?" Samantha asks, looking at me.
Daphne, giggling, replies "Just substitute a different word for cat. And
take petting to mean pampering and loving without reservation, and include
the entire person attached to the 'cat'."
"I suppose that you 'pet' your wife's 'cat' often, Al?" Samantha wondered,
smiling at me.
"Of course. If she is happy, that makes me happy. It works well for us."
"I'll keep that in mind for Maggie and me," Robbie said. Everyone laughed,
except Stevie.
Stevie sat there, looking puzzled. Robbie sang ""Pussycat, pussycat, where
have you been?" Then, Stevie said "Oh! Ack!" and laughed a lot.
I explained about being serious about that slogan. Don't lose track of your
priorities in life, and miss out on a chance to be really happy. It isn't
just the sex, though I'd never skimp on that part of my relationship.
But Stevie said "How can you be a swinging single guy, and worry about
every girl you meet? I just want to have fun, not responsibilities." He
was looking at a rather pretty girl passing our table at that time, all by
herself for the moment. He also looked a little drunk. He got up, started
to walk away. "See you guys later. I'm going out for some fun!"
Daphne then asked "Should I go after him?"
"No, he'll catch up to us later. We don't need him until 4, so if he wants
to play a while, I can live with it."
"We still have to get the booth set up for the opening presentation. I need
to get back for that."
"OK. I'll catch up in a bit."
Robbie, Samantha, and I ordered some hor d'oeuvres, chatted for a while, and
relaxed. Samantha seemed happier, and we talked some about how our
relationships had worked out so far.
"Al is very lucky. The hotel, or someone, messed up our room reservations.
I'm going to have to share a room with him. And believe it or not, he says
that he is going to tell Gwen all about it. And he thinks that there will be
no problem with it at all," Daphne mused. "I don't know if I can stand it,
sleeping in the same room with him. He's so sexy!" She laughed, looking at
Samantha.
"Just remember that 'no means no' applies to me too!" I laughed back. "I
trust Gwen, and she trusts me, I think. I also spend a lot of time petting
the cats, both our four-footed kinds and her lovely one. I wouldn't mess
that relationship up."
"I wouldn't do that!" Daphne said. "But aren't you going to get horny, away
from her for three says, with me available?" she asked. "Don't you think
I'm sexy?"
"Sure, sure. Both things. I can handle the one on my own, and the other,
we'll have to see. But I don't think I'll have a problem. We work
together. I'd remember that we'd have to deal with this after this weekend,
if we got carried away."
"Don't you usually sleep naked?" Daphne asked. "You told me that you don't
at home."
"I don't usually wear clothes on the road, either. But I may have to make
an exception, with you in the room," I replied.
"Why? Maybe it would be nice, to let me see what Gwen enjoys with you. If
I were her, I wouldn't mind that. Besides, I like sleeping naked too."
"Daphne, don't tease Al like that. He is married, after all!" exclaimed
Samantha.
We then had to get back to work, but agreed to get together for supper. I
couldn't avoid thinking about what would happen tonight, with Daphne. I
wouldn't seduce her, or even make the slightest pass at her. But my usual
habit, when I could get to be alone at night, was to get naked, lie on the
bed, call my wife up, then talk about our day, while masturbating. She'd be
at home, dressed the same way, waiting for my call. Our phone talk tended
to turn into actual phone sex, describing everything, but it usually started
out with the usual kinds of conversations couples have. We'd just be
playing with ourselves, rather than waiting until we talked about sex.
With Daphne there, I didn't know if I could do that. I could ask her to
leave, before I called, and tell her why. But watching her do her
presentation, looking so nice, made me think about what might happen if she
didn't want to leave. Could I really go on as usual, with her there?
Would masturbating in front of her count as cheating? Especially if I told
Gwen about it, which I certainly would? And what if she decided to get
naked too? I rested in my chair, daydreaming, looking at Daphne, smiling
and pretty. And continued to do so for quite a while.
...
We had gone back to our shared room, tired, and ready for bed.
Daphne came out of the bathroom, after taking off her clothes and washing
up, completely naked. I had also undressed, and lay on the bed. "OK, we're
naked now. When are you going to get started?" Daphne asked me.
Daphne looked beautiful naked, like I had expected. Her pubic hairs were
trimmed, just a patch above the slit, and her breasts firm and high, with
hard nipples. I had my hard cock in one hand, the phone in the other. I
lay there, looking at Daphne, just enjoying her beauty. I wasn't moving at
all.
She said "Are you really going to call Gwen, and tell her what you are doing
now, and who you are with?"
"Mmm. Yes. I always do." I dialed, using one hand, which works OK with
some phones. Waited for a moment as it rang.
"Hi, Gwen. Something interesting came up today," I told her.
"It is your cock? Mmm. Or a business deal?"
"It isn't business."
Daphne moved closer to the bed, still standing. She whispered "Sexy
business, perhaps?"
I stared at Daphne, and got even harder. I could see moisture on her pussy,
making her hair a little wet. She was only a few inches from me, and I
turned to see her better.
"Something interesting, then? I miss you already, as always. If I were
there, I'd be stroking your shaft, and letting you taste my sweet puss.
Tell me more," Gwen said, encouraging me to go on.
"Our room reservations got mixed up. Daphne and I got stuck sharing a
room."
As was usual for our phone conversations when apart at night, I was stroking
myself, and I was sure that Gwen was too. Daphne was staring at me now,
watching me. I could tell, because my gaze had shifted to her eyes, and she
was smiling at me.
"Two beds, or one? And where did you send her off to? Did you tell her
what you are doing now?"
"It is a twin room, no need for sharing beds, especially with no sword handy
to separate us," I laughed. "I did tell her what I do with you on the
phone." I then waited a bit, since I wasn't sure how to say the next part.
"Hmm, how did she take that? She isn't going out with anyone now, is she?"
Gwen asked. "You didn't say where you sent her too. Or, naughty boy, did
you just call when she was in the shower?"
Daphne was close enough to overhear Gwen's side of the conversation, and she
giggled, stifling it. Loud enough, though, that I was sure that Gwen heard
her.
"Did I ever tell you that Daphne sleeps naked? She does, and looks very
nice," I said, smiling, as I was looking right at Daphne. "She asked to see
what you get from me. I hope you don't mind."
"Oh, that was her that I heard giggling, not a TV show? Let me talk to her
a moment," requested Gwen. So I handed the phone to Daphne, saying "Gwen
wants to talk with you."
"Oh, no, I couldn't. Are you sure?"
She took the phone, and listened for a while. She walked away from the bed,
and I lay there, still touching myself. I wondered what Gwen would tell
her.
"Ring. Ring." The sound of a phone ringing interrupted my reverie. Robbie
picked it up, said "Al. Al? It's for you."
The clerk from the hotel answered. He said "Sorry about the problem. There
will be no charge for the room upgrade. Thank you for staying with us."
"That's great!" I replied. "Thank you very much." And hung up the phone.
Another fantasy spoiled. It was probably just as well. Getting too close
to temptation isn't safe, no matter how much Gwen has said that she trusts
me to do the right thing. I didn't get to find out what would happen next.
An odd thing about fantasies is that you don't always seem to control the
situation, and this interruption ruined it for me. And work quickly drew me
away from these thoughts.
Now we just had to decide who got the extra large room. But that didn't
take long. Daphne said "You can use that room for business meetings, and
keep our extra stock closer than in the van. It will be better for doing
reports as well. So you take it, Al." So that settled that problem.
When we get together for supper, she came along with her chief, Jack, and
another couple from her company. We made introductions, but end up talking
mostly about business. Samantha didn't want to discuss her personal life in
front of her co-workers, and said that in front of them when I brought it
up. I try bringing up my own life and family, but Jack said "I get enough
of that at home, I don't need to listen to it here."
Once we finish eating, Daphne, Samantha, and I stay for a while for drinks
and conversation. We talk for a long time, about life, love, marriage, and
sex. Especially, how both Daphne and Samantha really miss having a nice man
to make love with. That leads to me talking about some of my times with my
wife, and how much I love to make love to her. Especially, about "petting
the cat", our teasing phrase for oral and manual stimulation from head to
toe, and especially, of course, on her genital region.
"All this talk has made me horny too. I'm going up to my room and call Gwen.
We can have some "phone sex." It helps keep me happy when I'm away from
her," I told everyone.
"What exactly is 'phone sex'?" Samantha asked me.
"Jacking off while talking on the phone!" Daphne laughed, answering and
breaking up, coughing bubbles in her glass.
"Oh. Don't you ever get tempted by all the pretty girls around here?"
"Temptation isn't the problem. It is giving into it which can lead to
trouble. This ring helps me to remember," I said, as I held my ring in my
fingers. "Besides, it is easier and safer to take care of the pressure
myself," I said, smiling.
"And does Gwen do the same thing?" Daphne asked.
"Yes, that is one nice thing about 'phone sex'. We get to do it together."
"And when you go home, you get to do even more. You are lucky."
"Just be patient, you might get lucky too."
"Hey, how is that going to work out with Daphne in the room?"
Daphne answered, "The hotel got another room for Al. A nice suite,
actually."
I was getting up to go to my room, and the two women both said "Have fun,"
at the same time. It was rather cute, I thought.
I left, paid the bill, and went to my room. I was very tired, and simply
laid on the bed for a while. I then got up, got undressed, and looked
around. It was a very nice room, with a balcony, meal alcove, and a large
bathroom with a big tub, plenty of room for two. It was the kind of place
that I'd have liked to have, if my wife was along. As I thought of that, I
picked up the phone, and called Gwen. She was resting in bed by this time
too, with the kids asleep, most likely. And it turned out that she was,
waiting dressed like I was, naked on the bed. All ready for our talk.
Being tired as I was, I said "I'm beat. I"ll need to keep it short this
time. I hope you don't mind."
"I can finish up if you can't make it. Just like I do at home," Gwen
answered, laughing back at me. "I started without you. I hope you don't
mind, darling. I haven't gotten too far along, but I'm keeping two fingers
wet and warm, inside me, as we speak."
"Hmm, warm and wet. I'm not wet yet, but I'm getting hard."
"Always take time to pet the cat."
"Always. That reminds me, Samantha isn't engaged to Bill. He turned out to
be a bossy jerk, and actually kicked her out of her apartment, after she
quit her job at his request. Daphne told her about the 'cat' priorities in
life. I hope she finds someone who can keep her 'cat' pampered."
"Isn't she that pretty blonde women, who helped us out with the networking
deal last year?"
"Yes, that's her. She is very nice, and deserves someone nice." Meantime,
I hear a moan, and I'd kept up my hand motions on my cock. It was getting
quite hard, and I could feel my orgasm building.
"Is she dressed nice? Or did you see another, even sexier girl there?
Mmmm, ohh."
"I think she is even prettier than before. Her dress was long and black, no
back, diamond notch above the breasts. Hard nipples showing, very exciting
woman." Ohh. Oooh!, I hear from Gwen "But not as much as you are. I love
hearing you come."
"Daphne and I almost ended up sharing a room. The hotel messed up. I was
already imagining what would happen if I did this with her in the room, then
they called, and said I could have a suite. A very nice room, but Daphne
said that she should arrange to 'lose' a room the next trip we take. She
sounded disappointed."
"She is so pretty. I bet you'd love that, jacking off in front of her.
Maybe, get her to do herself at the same time? Wouldn't that be amazing to
watch?"
My own load popped then, and I said "Yummy stuff! Too bad you're not here
to enjoy it."
"Uhh. You can save some for later, it'll keep." Giggling followed.
"I'm going to pass out now. We ended up drinking a bit, as well as talking,
and tomorrow is going to a bitch of a schedule."
"Goodnight. I love you."
"Bye-bye."
The next morning, I took a nice, sensual shower. I thought seriously about
getting off, with the nice massage head attachment they have in there, but
there just wasn't time before our first presentation. I grabbed coffee from
room service that I ordered, then head out to work. The morning is the
usual business, a mix of boring lectures and questions, some fun talking to
customers, watching the pretty models walk around doing their spiel, and
just taking care of business.
Samantha came by around lunch time, and asked "Do you guys want to do lunch
again?"
"Sure," Robbie
We left Stevie to cover the booth, and went off for lunch. There were a few
pretty girls around, so he didn't seem to mind this much. We went to the
hotel dining room, quicker to get to than going out someplace.
We ordered food, and talked about business for a bit, before getting back to
relaxing. Samantha asked "How did it go for you and Al last night, Daphne?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Sharing a room together, that could be interesting."
I interrupted, "We got separate rooms. The hotel managed to figure out our
reservations. I think I told you about that."
Samantha frowned, then laughed. "I'm sorry. I just didn't remember. I've
been distracted, and it has been a long day. It would have been
interesting, though, don't you think so?"
"I think it would have been fun," Daphne replied. "Maybe, I should make the
hotel arrangements next time, and "lose" the extra room, so we have to
share?" she inquired, teasingly, smiling and laughing.
"Too much temptation for me, Daphne, especially if you are still horny. It
might be a bit more challenging if you were attached again, though."
"Doing myself is OK, but it isn't the same as having real sex. It does cut
into my horniness, though. Otherwise, I'd be tempted to jump on Stevie!"
Daphne complained. "I wouldn't really do that, though. He's so cute, I wish
he'd grow up."
"Is he always such a jerk?" Samantha wondered.
"No, he is very nice, when he isn't on about sex. Or trying to sell you
something. You know what, though? I outsell him. I don't think it is sex
appeal either. I refuse to wear sexy clothes to work, just nice looking
stuff, like this." Daphne has on a white blouse with ruffles, blue slacks,
nothing especially sexy, but it does look nice. I had not truly thought
about what she was wearing, but it was nothing like the glamorous dress that
Samantha had on.
Samantha said, "I try not to use sex appeal either. But I like looking
sexy, even at work. Is that OK?"
"Sure," I replied. "Your dress makes you look pretty, not like you are
looking to get laid. Though it certainly is tempting. Especially with hard
nipples sticking up under it," I said, laughing, and smiling.
"Don't tease her, Al," Daphne demands. "I'd worry too much about the sex
side of things, and I don't like customers flirting with me. If you don't
mind that, I guess it is OK."
Samantha pouted, and didn't answer for a moment. "I don't mind the flirting.
It does sometimes get annoying. But I keep hoping that I'll attract a
nice guy, and I want one who won't mind it if I dress like this," she said.
Then she looked at me, and touched her nipples with a finger from each hand,
and asked "Would you mind me wearing a dress like this to work, if I were
married to you?"
"No. Gwen often wears clothes like that, and even less. You still have
nylons and panties on, right?" I ask, with a leering expression.
"She goes out without underwear?" asked Samantha, looking surprised.
"Even came by the office a few times, when she had time to get away.
Afternoon delight, at work, is delightful."
"Where did you find a private place, Al?" Daphne asked. "We don't have
office doors. Wouldn't you risk being caught?"
"That is part of the fun. Besides, we haven't gotten around to fucking at
work. I can rub her pussy under a dress, while she visits, or she can suck
me off under the desk, and no one will notice. There is also the bathroom,
it has a lock, and that gives us both a chance to eat each other nicely,
without interruptions."
"I'd love attention like that at work. Do you think Gwen would let me get
some from you?" Daphne teased, smiling.
I answered, "You need to ask her about that." And I laughed too. I was
getting horny, and was looking forward to my phone conversation tonight with
Gwen. "It would be too easy to turn a little bit of sex into a serious
relationship, though, especially at work. Don't tempt me, please, with
anything more than a light snack!"
"Hmm, love food!" Samantha purred. "I wish I could find someone who'd make
an offer like that. Too bad you're married."
"You'll find someone nice. Just keep asking. Especially, look for a man
who takes care of his pets, and you, well."
We talked some more, and drank some more. Daphne went off to sleep, and
Samantha told me that she wanted to stick around, and that a nice guy might
come along. I left, and went back to my room.
I got undressed, washed up a bit, and then lay down on the bed, naked. I
was tired, and a little drunk, so I decided to relax a bit, collect my
thoughts, and get a bit closer to coming before I called. Samantha and
Daphne's teasing had me very turned on, and though I didn't indulge a real
fantasy about them, they were in my mind. I called, and said hello as
usual.
"Have you been thinking about Sam again?" Gwen asked. "How are things going
with her?"
"She still seems unhappy. We left her alone, she was drinking a bit, and
hoping to run into a nice guy. It might happen. Her dress is very sexy,
did I tell you about it?"
"Yes. Was she wearing that one still?"
"It looked very nice. I commented on her hard nipples at supper. Daphne
was explaining how she didn't like to dress too sexily for work. Sam thinks
that she might meet someone, and she likes to look sexy. But I know someone
I love who dresses like that," I said, chuckling.
"Don't tease her too much. I bet that just thinking about her got you
really hard."
"Uh-hum. Actually, both of them, Daphne and her, did more than enough
teasing. I told them about your bringing 'lunch' to work for us to share."
"Mmm, lunch. Better than Homer's donuts, I'd say." Then I hear a clicking
sound on the line. Gwen said, "Who could be calling now. Damn call
waiting!"
And she clicked off, leaving me to continue on my own. A minute later, she
came back. "Sorry, I'll have to continue this later. Unless you are really
tired?"
"I'm just about ready to finish, and pass out again. I'll just call you
tomorrow. Have fun without me!"
"You have fun too. Love you, bye."
Sometimes, things just don't go perfectly, no matter how hard we work on the
situation, I thought. Then, I continued my pleasurable exercise. I was
already close to coming, and I felt the explosion building inside of me. It
was just pure pleasure, no fantasies, just feelings of love for Gwen.
"Knock, knock" came sounding from the door. More imperfect timing, and I
hadn't ordered anything. I got up, put on a light red hotel robe, and went
to the door. I was still hard, but I figured that whoever it was, I could
just find out and get them to go away.
I peeked through the door, opening it just enough to see out. It was
Samantha. She looked like she might have been crying, as her makeup was
rubbed off. She said "Can I come in please, for a little bit?"
"Wait a moment, please." I needed to relax, lose my hard-on, before getting
her in my room, I thought. I went to the bathroom, sat there a minute, then
flushed, even though I hadn't done anything.
"OK, come on in."
"I just need someone to talk to for a while." She sat down on the bed, and
motioned for me to sit down by her. I did so, and she pulled her shoes off,
and folded her legs to the side, as she leaned against me. I noticed that
her hose were off, and spent a while looking at her legs, then upward. Her
dress was just above her knees now, pulled up a little, and not revealing in
itself. But I didn't see any panty lines. Women wearing nothing under
their dress had always turned me on, and Gwen enjoyed taking advantage of
this with me. But sitting there in a robe, with nothing else on, next to
Samantha in a dress, with nothing under it, was hard to take. I crossed my
legs, put my hands in my lap, in a subtle attempt to hide my arousal.
Having been just moments from coming in my hand before Samantha came in
didn't help either.
Samantha had not said anything while I looked her over. I couldn't tell for
sure, but she didn't seem to be looking me over, as her eyes were watery.
"Samantha, can you tell me what the problem is?"
"Problem? I miss my 'good man'. Bill was so nice to me at the start. He
was always a little bossy, but he made me feel good. Especially in bed. That
was one place that he never really tried to take control. I could go wild
with him, suck and fuck him all night long, do whatever I wanted. I really
miss that Al."
"Sex doesn't always turn into love. It's important, but..."
"I know that! I just don't want to miss out on that part. I don't know how
I could have missed seeing how much Bill was like his father, wanting to
keep his wife in the home, a trophy," she said, sobbing.
I hugged her, holding her closely, and told her "Try not to think about it
so much. Just relax, lay back, take time to get over him."
"If I had found someone nice since, it would be so much easier. It's been
months since I've been with a guy. I picked up some in bars after we broke
up, but didn't get anything but laid in bed. I can't pick up anyone from
work now, it would look bad, with my rep. I've kept busy with work, and
don't have a social life. Guys flirt with me all the time, but... I don't
know, it is hard to take it. I know I dress like a sexy lady, and look OK,
but I want something more. Like what Gwen has with you," Samantha said,
turning to look in my eyes.
"And what I have with Gwen. Love, caring, compassion, trust, all so
important."
"And sex too? Do you give her what she wants?"
"Usually, yes. We trade off, who gets to pick."
"Just wondering, how often do you two make love? Bill was wild when he was
with me, but he'd get busy with work, and not show up for several days."
"We average twice a day. Work schedules make that mostly morning and night,
but we get together for lunch, and on weekends, sometimes we spend most of
the day screwing, especially with the kids off with grandma."
Samantha lay down on the bed on her side, pushing her dress up a little
higher. Not enough yet to see anything, but still, very exciting. I didn't
want to push things farther along, but I couldn't kick Samantha out.
I could try to distract her, I imagined. I told her "Roll over on your
stomach. I'll rub your back and neck, and that will help you get relaxed,
maybe make you feel good enough to get some sleep."
"OK, that would be nice," Samantha said, stretching her legs as she rolled,
with her dress slipping a bit further up, making a crumpled black mass at
the top of her thighs. I could smell a sweet fragrance, the odor of hot
pussy. She spread her legs out a bit, and put her hands above her head. I
couldn't actually see up her dress, not without dropping my head to the bed,
but I felt sure it was within a finger's reach. I was glad she was facing
away from me, as my robe had a pole sticking out the front. My cock had
pushed its way out into the air. I carefully slid it back in, as I moved
onto the bed next to Sam, to her neck, away from her seductive slit, and its
sweet perfume.
Her back was bare, except for the strap around her neck. I softly stroked
her neck, then pressed a little harder, and she hummed softly, "That feels
divine. Don't stop!"
I continued down her back, kneading her muscles. I brushed one hand along
her sides, up towards her breasts, which were slightly exposed, enough to
let be brush gently against them. I continue upward, to her shoulders, and
pressed hard against them, feeling the hard muscles loosen. I continued,
back to her neck, then up the sides of her head, her temples, and even
brushed her hair with my fingers.
She turned, sniffing at my fingers. "I smell something sexy," Samantha
said. "Were you masturbating, er, jacking off?"
"Uhmm, Yes."
"I don't smell sperm."
"I didn't get that far."
"Sorry I interrupted you then. Were you talking with Gwen as you did it?"
"Yes, but she couldn't stay on the line tonight. I can finish myself up
later, don't worry about it."
"Why not now? We could both do it. Watching me is like looking at a movie,
not touching each other. It's not like we'd be fucking! I'm really horny
now, and thinking about you doing it alone is sad."
"I don't know, Sammy. It's not that it might not be fun, but I wouldn't
want you to get carried away."
"I'll be good. It would really make me happy, particularly if I can make
you happy. Bill never touched himself in front of me. I'd really like to
see that, I might learn something," Samantha suggested, rolling over again.
She held the bottom of her dress in her hands, and slipped it upward,
briefly exposing her pubic hair, before standing up.
"It would be an honor to fuck my pussy for you. Please, may I?"
I was extremely turned on by her offer. And torn. My rule with Gwen was
that I would tell her everything that happened. I'd been out at strip bars,
X-rated movies, wet T-shirt contests, while on trips. I've watched the sex
channels, and told her about interesting things. And so on, with other
situations. This wasn't really cheating, not to just watch, look, and let
myself be looked at. At least, that is what I thought.
"We'll need to get comfortable, and be able to watch each other."
Samantha pulled her dress up and off, leaving her naked, and moved a chair
near the foot of the bed. I took my robe off, and lay back on the bed,
propping my head up with pillows. Samantha pushed a finger into her vagina,
before sitting down on the chair, spreading her legs wide. I held my dick
in my hand, and pressed my other hand below my balls, rubbing them softly
with my fingers. I was already very excited, and needed to move slowly if I
was going to have much of a show to give.
That didn't help very much, because Samantha was getting herself going fast.
I could smell the aroma of sex from where I lay, and looked straight into
her eyes, as she watched me. My hand started pumping up and down the shaft,
almost by itself. I tried to hold back, encircling the base with the
fingers of my other hand.
I had been avoiding taking a good look at Samantha's naked body. But she
started sliding the chair around the bed, and said "I need a closer look!"
That gave me a fine look at her breasts, which were smooth and taut, with
hard nipples and dark areolas. Long nipples, too, as I had noticed while
she had her dress still on. Her fingers covered her pussy, but I could see
that she was flicking her clit, while pushing three fingers in with her
other hand, and she was breathing hard, almost moaning.
That did it for me. I came, a true gusher shooting out onto the bed, some
onto Sam, before I caught most of it with my hand, then I began to wipe off
with my robe. Samantha's climax came with a loud yell, and I watched her.
It was beautiful, something that I've always loved to see, when a woman
comes.
She got up, sat next to me on the bed, and hugged me tight, and told me
"That was great, thank you." She rubbed some of my come onto her fingers,
and licked at it, then licked my hand, then said "Tasty," when she was done.
We lay there for a short while, simply relaxing in the afterglow of our
orgasms.
She asked me if I wanted a drink, and I told her "Not much alcohol in it,
whatever you want to mix up with soda will be fine."
She sat down on the chair, and she told me that this was almost as good as
real sex with Bill. She went on in some detail about experiences with him,
and with other men. While flattering, I didn't think that masturbation,
even with good results as we had, compared well with sex with a good lover.
And I told her that.
"Sex with Gwen is really something special?"
"Yes. Being in love, knowing how to treat each other, and trusting each
other make a big difference. Plus practice, and always being willing to try
new things."
Thinking about my wife brought me a new worry. I said "Remember, I tell
Gwen everything that happens, if it is important. And this situation
certainly is, I declared. "No means NO!" I shouted, a bit louder than I
meant to. "And it applies to men and women."
"I promise, I'll respect you in the morning," Samantha teasingly says. "I
mean it, I'll listen to you if you say 'no' to me."
"Good. Thanks. I'm not sure exactly how I'm going to explain this to Gwen."
"You really helped me out. Comforting a friend is a good thing, isn't it?"
Samantha asked me.
"I guess it is."
"Hmmmmm..."
"What?"
"I could use more comforting. I'm still feeling horny, Al. Could we do it
again?"
"It will be a bit before I can. I have an idea. Lay down on the bed again,
this time with your hands under you on your pussy. I'll give you another
massage, but this time, for more than just relaxing your upper body. You'll
have to handle your sex parts yourself."
"That sounds wonderful." Sammy did so, while arching her back upward enough
to give me a good look at her vulva from behind. She had her fingers at the
ready, but only stroked the mons, brushing her pubic hair away, which gave
me an even better view of her vulva. Her clitoris was quite large now, and
stood out hard. Women are lucky in that way, I thought. They can keep
going and going, no need to recharge.
This time, I started on her toes. I gently rubbed each one, then up her
feet, doing one, then the other. I moved up her legs, still switching back
and forth, sometimes stroking both, alternating between hard pressure and
soft, kitten-like touches. My cock was starting to get hard, and it pressed
against the sole of her foot as I moved up. She giggled, and realizing what
it was, pushed her fingers into her vagina, and started working the top of
her pussy, stroking it, pulling on the lips, and making it sweat. It was a
very intense feeling for me to know that I was helping her to get off, and
to be so turned on by me, without actually having sex together.
I couldn't resist a touch on her pussy. I didn't go straight for it, but as
I started rubbing her ass, and stroking a finger up and down the crack,
while massaging each cheek, I let my cheek hand slip downward, straight
across her slit and clit. Samantha went "Eeeek! Do that again!" I did so,
then she said "I thought I was taking care of the pussy? Not that I minded
that."
"You are. Sometimes my hand slips, though. It was just an accident, don't
expect it to happen again," I laughed.
She moved her knees up, spreading her legs, a perfect position for a
doggie-style fuck. I didn't plan to let that happen, but teasing about it
would make me even hotter than I was already, and I suspected that Sammy
wouldn't mind it. I moved behind her, and started stroking up and down her
sides, and grabbed her across her belly, letting my fingers meet in her
navel. I moved my fingers slowly outward, then up her sides, and down again.
As I did this, I leaned closer to her, and my cock touched the back of her
thighs, just out of range of entry into her. I could feel her hands slide
against my shaft, and she grabbed it, and tried to pull it in.
"No fair doing that," I challenged. And I changed my touches from soft
caresses to rapid taps, trying to tickle her. I didn't have much time
before my teasing massage turned into a hot fuck, and felt the tip of my
cock rubbing something wet. Sammy started giggling, and slid up the bed a
bit, and I managed to get my cock safely away.
"Get back to work on that hot spot of yours, Sammy," I ordered.
"Yes, master!"
I moved to the side of her, and reached over her back, and rubbed the sides
of her breasts. She lifted herself up, which gave me full access to them,
and I took my time stroking each, rubbing the nipples lightly, and felt them
get very hard. I continued holding one, and moved the other hand to her
neck, and stroked it, then behind her ears, across her cheeks, and softly,
across her lips. She sucked my finger in, and I felt a shock in my cock.
Samantha continued to suck on my finger, pulling it into her mouth, grunting
as she did so, then spat it out as she came.
I hugged her from behind, holding her breasts in each hand, until she
stopped moving. I lay on top of her for a few minutes. I thought that
perhaps she had come so hard she passed out, as that often happened with me
and my wife. But then she said "Is it OK if I do that for you? I'd like to
try it, getting you off without actually touching your cock."
"Sure." I figured that it wouldn't take long for me to come again, with the
arousal I had from helping Sammy come like that.
Samantha started out much as I did, teasing my feet, stroking my legs,
rubbing my butt. But I wasn't getting to the point of getting off, and it
was hard to get a good hand cycle going while laying on my stomach. I've
done that before, but it would still be easier if I could roll over. She
managed to sneak it the tease on the genitals that I did, in her case, she
stroked her nails against my balls, for a few seconds, before moving upward.
As Samantha massaged my back with her breasts, letting her nipples scratch
against me, she stroked my sides, and slid her fingers under my belly, then
up to my nipples. This felt wonderful, but it was relaxing.
"I think I should roll over, and give you a chance to practice your nipple
massage from the front."
"I won't mind that. Though it would be more challenging if I made you get
off without turning over, wouldn't it?"
"Maybe. But you'll have a better view if I turn over."
"Go ahead, let's take a look at it."
So I turned over, and lay back flat on the bed. I was able to get both
hands onto the shaft, while Samantha crawled over me, straight above me, her
nipples touching mine. We looked into each other's eyes, and my hands, and
the tip of my cock from time to time, brushed against her pussy.
I started breathing harder, and Samantha rocked slowly back and forth, using
her body to massage mine, and letting her hair tickle my face, while her
breath warmed it. She said "Let me know when you get close to coming. I
want to see you come."
"It isn't going to be long now."
Sammy rose up on the bed, giving me a glorious view of the front of her
body. Her pussy was dripping wet, and there was a sheen of sweat on her
breasts. She moved down the bed, then crouched, bringing her face next to
my cock.
"You look so beautiful this way," she sighed, almost whispering. "I don't
want to waste your tasty come."
"It won't be long now," I answered, breathing hard now.
"Can I suck it off? Not just from your fingers, I want to taste your cock.
Please?"
Her mouth is almost touching it when she finished her request, and her warm
breath is enough to tip me over. I said "Yes, go for it!", and came just as
her lips came down over the head. It didn't seem quite as explosive as my
earlier ejaculation, but it went on for quite a while. Her mouth sucked
hard on the top of my cock, and I felt her tongue lapping against the tip,
as she swallowed it all. Sammy continued to lick the shaft, all the way
down to my balls, then sucked the head again. I let her continue for
several minutes, but I didn't get hard again. I enjoyed the attention, and
said "I like how that feels, Sammy. But I just don't think I have another
shot left in me tonight."
Stopping for breath, she says "Let me taste it a little longer. I don't
care if you get hard or not, let me make you feel nice."
Samantha went back to sucking and licking, demonstrating fine technique.
But after a while, she stopped, then slid up next to me, laying partially on
top of me, and tried to kiss me on my lips.
As I turned away, Samantha inquired "Don't you like the taste of sperm and
cock?" Then, she laughed softly.
"I don't mind it, from the mouth of my lover. But a kiss feels more
romantic than just having sex, and even more in a not-really-sex situation
like this one."
"How about a non-romantic kiss? Just for pretend, no love, like actors in a
movie? I'd really like to feel your kiss."
I turned back towards her, and she kissed me. There was a definite taste of
come in her mouth, but our tongues touched and dueled, in a very relaxing,
slow way. We kissed like that for quite a while, before Samantha rolled on
her back next to me.
Then, she asked a serious, scary question. It wasn't quite as bad as the
one I feared most to hear from a potential lover while I was still married,
but it came close. She asked me "Could you love me? Could you love me like
you do Gwen?"
I really liked Samantha. She was very pretty, and even allowing a handicap
in points for youth, probably would win a beauty contest against Gwen. For
love alone, that objectively shouldn't have been a factor. But if I had met
her and Gwen at the same age, it might have made a difference.
"You're being very quiet."
"I'm thinking. Yes, and not exactly."
"Hmm? What do you mean?"
"I could love you, but it won't happen because I'm in love with someone
else. And my love with Gwen is built over years, and I might have been able
to make the same relationship with you, if we started at the same time. But
my experience with Gwen makes a difference. I know that love and caring
make a tremendous difference in my life. And I'm eternally grateful that I
found someone who has the same interest in expressing love through sex as I
do."
"I feel loved by you."
"I do you love you. Just not in the "I'm in love with you" kind of way. I
care about you, and hope that you can find someone to make you happy. And
learn to recognize what you need to be happy, and to make your lover happy."
"Didn't I get you off well? Aren't you happy?"
"It was very nice, and I appreciate it a lot. But it wasn't as good as with
Gwen, though it was very exciting. It isn't just the sex, or how you did
it. I love her, and that makes a real difference."
"So, how do I know if I am really in love?"
"It is tricky, isn't it. Gwen did things for me, without asking for
anything in exchange. I did the same for her. In sex, in going places,
gifts, and in conversations. I let her know what I liked, and wanted from
life. She did the same with me. We still have sex, sometimes, where one of
us takes care of the other, purely pleasuring the other."
"Isn't that hard, not getting anything for yourself?"
"Masturbation works, if you need it. But taking turns is very nice. We did
that tonight, but without the actual sex part."
"Do you give Gwen massages like you did me?"
"I do. But I tend to use my tongue, and don't skip the sexy bits."
"Are you as good with that as you are with your hands?"
"I try to be even better."
"Could you show me, please?"
Now, this is getting harder to deal with, I contemplated. Massage to assist
masturbation isn't quite real sex. Letting her suck the come out of my dick
is close, but still not the same as a full blow job. But it isn't getting
anything for myself, so it might be OK. And maybe, Samantha has never had
good oral sex, and so showing her would be very good for her. As I hit this
point in my thoughts, I realized I might be rationalizing, in order to get
the opportunity to enjoy the taste of Sammy, who might never give me another
chance at her pussy.
"Have you ever had oral sex from head to toe?" I asked, staring at her as I
rolled over onto my knees.
"No. I've had some hickies on my neck and belly, and had my earlobes
nibbled. I've also had my tits and pussy sucked more than a few times. But
head to toe seems a bit much, isn't it?"
"No, just like with fingers, a touch works wonders all over your body, and
the tongue feels marvelous for that. Gwen does it often for me."
"OK, I'll let you do that."
"I might be prying, but do you come well from oral sex?"
"It is pretty good, sometimes."
"Compared to what we did tonight so far, how is it?"
"Bill tried hard, I know, but it wasn't that good. There was this guy I
met, who really "rang my bell" when he lapped my cunt, but I met him out of
town, and didn't get to see him again. I can guess, but why are you
asking?"
"It isn't the only way to show how much you love your lover, but it is
magical if you can do it well. I don't want to get your expectations up too
high, especially since I'm tired. But I've been practicing the fine art of
cunninglus a long time. Maybe, as long as your entire life," I chuckled at
her. "Finding someone willing to learn how to please you this way is good.
If they'll treat your pussy nicely, it is a sign that they may treat the
rest of you just as well."
"Hmm, I could offer guys a taste test?" Sammy wondered. "Except that asking
might make me sound like a slut?"
"No more than guys asking for blow jobs. If you are going to have sex
anyway, why not ask for some kind of sign that they like you enough to make
you happy, before they get off themselves?"
"I see," she replied. "I'm getting horny again. Can you believe it?"
"Hey, I guess its time I put my mouth where my money is?" I ask, smiling.
And I move over her, straddling her body as she lay on the bed, and brush
her hair to the sides of her face, before beginning my task.
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