                          Conventional Temptation

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Conventional Temptation (all parts) - by Jeff Zephyr
(jeffzeph@hotmail.com) Copyright 2000, 2001.



Conventional Temptation, Part Two of Three - by Jeff Zephyr
(jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000.

-- Codes: (MF, M-solo, F-solo, oral, exhib, cheat?, rom)

Samantha was laying underneath me, as I knelt above her, looking down
at her. She was so beautiful this way, and seeing her like this
reminded of me Gwen. My wife, who I truly loved, and had often treated
just as I was about to pleasure Sammy. Despite my feelings of arousal,
my dick was not able to get hard, and I was glad. It was all too close
to a point which I didn't want to pass, to let it enter her body, and
take this teasing relationship to a new level.

To kiss her was the best way to begin making love to her orally, head
to toe, as I had said I would do. That we had already kissed didn't
change how I felt about doing that, and that somehow, it was more
serious than merely having oral sex. I realized that I wasn't moving
to being putting my mouth to work, as promised, and as a distraction,
I started stroking my fingers gently across her vulva, very lightly
touching, no pressure at all. I moved slowly upwards, in drifting
circles, touching every spot from her sides, to belly, to breasts.

This calmed me, somehow. It made me think of this as giving her a
therapeutic massage, just more intensely than one she could get from
the hotel health club. I wanted her to feel loved, and happy. I most
especially wanted to be able to say to Gwen that I did this for her,
when I could have taken more for myself.

I slipped my body gently down on top of her, and kissed her wetly on
the mouth. Our tongues joined, in a very intense kiss. I felt wetness
on my cock, as it touched her vulva. We stayed like this, rubbing our
bodies together, her pushing up at me, for quite a while. But though I
was enjoying this very much, I intended to do something unselfish, and
set out to give her as much pleasure as I could manage, without taking
any more myself.

"A kiss is such a nice way to show someone you care about them," I
told Samantha. I pulled my body up slightly, still letting my cock
brush her body, but no longer were our sexes touching. I kissed her
forehead, brushing her hair off her face to do so. I kissed and licked
her face, her closed eyelids, her cheeks, then nibbled on each
earlobe, stroking within it with my tongue.

"That tickles," Sammy laughed, predictably.

"It is supposed to," I breathed into her neck, then kissed it, lapping
at it, as I stroked her hair with my hands. "Laughing helps you relax,
but for it to work best, try to relax, just let me do everything to
make you feel good. Lay there, and have a good time."

"Yes, boss." More laughter followed from Samantha. My cock relaxed a
bit as well, which was good, as I feared that this excitement might
cause it to react, and I wasn't sure I could resist its demands if
that happened. Straddling Sammy's body was no longer the ideal
position for what I wanted to do, so I moved aside, and began kissing
her shoulders. I tenderly kissed and nibbled my way down her left arm,
sucked on her fingers, stroked her palm, elbow, and sides as I kissed
my way back up towards her armpit. I nuzzled there for a second, which
caused Sammy to twitch and laugh.

But I moved across her chest, giving her a chance to relax from her
laughter, and I kissed my way up her breast, to its tip, then sucked
her nipple into my mouth and gently twirled my tongue around it. My
hands were sliding across her body, holding her other breast, stroking
her belly. I could feel her heart beat faster as I do this, and she
said "That feels very, very nice," in a soft warm voice, the kind that
lets me know that she really likes this.

I spent some time doing this, alternating between breasts, nipples,
and stomach as I licked my way across the top of her body, nibbling
gently from time to time. I then said "Roll over, head to toe has to
be on both sides of your body."

"You haven't gotten to the good part yet."

"I'm patient. You should be too, it is worth the wait."

Samantha rolled over on her stomach, spreading her legs, and pushing
her crotch into the sheet. I kept my hands on her sides as she did
this, then rubbed my way up her back to her neck, following the
pressure of my fingers with the tip of my tongue. As I did this, I
moved one leg between hers, and my thighs pressed against hers, and my
crotch against her ass. I can't avoid doing it, and I know that the
touch of my body against my lover is a very big part of the pleasure
of this experience, and I don't want to deprive Samantha of that.

I spent some time kissing the back of her neck, stroking her hair, and
nibbling her ears, before starting my trek down her body from behind.
I kissed my way back and forth across her back, much as I had just
done to her front, though I didn't linger in the middle as I had done
earlier. I spent more time on her sides, gently stroking, kissing, and
licking them, moving slowly down towards her ass.

I decided to give her a little warning about what I was going to do. I
haven't met a woman who doesn't enjoy this kind of attention, but I
have found some who fear it may lead to anal activity which they don't
want or enjoy.

"I am going to kiss you all over. Just let yourself relax, and
remember, that this is just for your pleasure, and nothing but my
tongue is going to get inside of your body."

"Are you sure this is OK? Healthy, I mean?"

"Yes. There is a little hazard, but not to me, not if you are healthy.
And trust me, it doesn't really taste bad."

Now, that wasn't always true about the taste, but it was always true
that my lover's enjoyment and my appreciation of her pleasure was
worth a brief encounter with a slightly unsavory meal. The taste of
Sammy's skin so far was very pleasant, and so, I began kissing her
ass. I didn't start with the crack of it, but instead, brushed each
cheek from side to center, up and down, kneading it with fingers,
tapping on it, getting closer and closer to the center. I allowed my
kisses to extend to her thighs, and back across the center between her
legs, and licked her vulva briefly before I began my slow rise along
her crack. She wriggled as I did this, making it hard for me to stay
on target, but I stuck my tongue in as I went, lapping my way across
her anus, pressing hard there. She tasted nice, very clean, mostly
sweat, and I didn't mind it at all. I continued upward, while stroking
her inner thighs, just below her pussy, with my fingers. I made it to
the top of her crack, and continued up just past it, then began moving
back down, stopping just before her vagina. I repeated this activity
several times, then took a break to get a brandy. Since I had a small
bottle out, and a couple glasses, that didn't take long.

"It isn't just that I'm thirsty, or that I want to wash the taste out.
I don't want to risk carrying anything from there to your vagina," I
tell Samantha. "It might be safe, but I wouldn't want to spoil the
results of this evening with problems later."

"What about fucking in the ass? I haven't done that yet, either."

"The usual safe sex practices, you know, apply. It can feel quite
nice, but you do want to take care." I finish my drink, then say "You
can read more lectures and guides later. There are lots of good books
to give advice, but right now, I want to give you some examples to
learn from."

"Hands-on training is so much better than book learning," she says,
giggling. "Or in this case, tongue-on-skin training, mmm mmm mmm."

"I always enjoy enthusiastic students! Back to class, I guess. Now,
where did I leave off?"

Well, I couldn't start exactly where I was if I wanted to get the
right effect. Instead, I went straight for her vulva, without warning.
With her laying on her belly, ass pushed up, I had very good access,
and I licked it gently up and down, wiggling my tongue, lapping at her
wetness. I stroked her thighs with my hands, down to the backs of her
knees. I could have stayed here all night, and I'm sure that Samantha
wouldn't object. She tasted very good, and I was getting very turned
on. Hard again, even, though not quite so much as before. If I kept
this up, I could get carried away by my own feelings, and I just was
not sure I could handle explaining that to Gwen when I got home.

Thinking about Gwen helped me to relax. I started thinking about my
description of what I was doing to Sammy, as if I were relating it to
my wife. I thought to myself, "Gwen, I kissed my way down the back of
her thighs, licking her and tickling the insides, and she seemed to
enjoy it. I knew she was turned on by this, but she still seemed a bit
tight, and I wanted to help her to let go completely, to revel in the
pleasure of the sensations I was triggering in her."

Samantha seemed to be enjoying herself, alright. She humped the bed
gently, pressing her hand underneath her cunt, not enough to push in
or stroke it hard, but enough to stimulate it. In my mind, I was
making love to Samantha for the purpose of her pleasure, and for
Gwen's, so she would know that my entire purpose was kindness. My own
arousal had relaxed. At that point, I didn't feel anything of it,
instead, my desire was to make Sammy enjoy herself as much as
possible, simply from my touch, without getting anything for myself.

My kisses continued down her legs, as did my stroking, pressing, and
touching. I didn't stop along the way, but continued all the way down
the soles of her feet. She didn't giggle when I did this, but did move
her hand across her vulva, so I spent some time licking there, and
between her toes. I had alternated legs as I went down, and now,
switched feet, licking each toe, sucking it into my mouth. I let go of
her for a moment, and said "It is time to do you from the front."

"Mmmmm... I am way past ready for that. Can't you just go for the main
course?"

"Trust me, the wait is very much worth it. And don't worry about
ruffling the goods before I get there. They can handle it, so have
fun."

I resumed my activities, licking her toes again, then up her feet,
gentling rubbing each one between my hands. She had folded her legs
inward, while leaving her thighs spread, open for my eyes and her
fingers. I was not sure if she had come from her own attentions yet,
but she showed no signs of slowing down her strokes. I continued my
kissing, taking my time just as I had on the way down her legs. I
kissed her knees on the top, but then, slid down the back, to add
another bit of tickling stimulation. I continued my way along each
leg, alternating between them as I had before.

I finally reached her inner thighs, and Samantha moved her hands away,
to give me a clear shot at her lovely pussy. I granted her desire, and
spent much time licking her slit, her inner lips, and her clitoris.
Her clit was now quite large, big enough to let me truly suck it into
my mouth, and I did so, while stroking the fur above with my fingers.

The intensity of her reaction diverted me from my intention to only
briefly stop here. In a slightly selfish bit of thought, I realize
that I am quite tired, and that I have to get up early in the morning.
That if I continue this, my own excitement is going to rise, and I may
not be able to avoid going past this level of intimacy. Even less
selfishly, I thought that Sammy really needed to reach climax, and
denying her wouldn't be right.

Sammy gasped and squealed, and whispered "Please, please, don't stop."
And so, I didn't stop. I licked her pussy all over, I sucked her clit,
stroked her vagina lightly with one hand, her breasts with the other.
She shook all over, coming hard, and I continued to suck her clit
until she stopped, then licked softly all around her pussy. She had
her eyes closed, and was breathing slowly, simply laying on her back
relaxing, and I left here there, to go to the bathroom.

After relieving myself by urination, I started getting aroused again.
I was worried that Samantha might ask for another activity, and I was
worried, because I had already exceeded my "look, don't touch" quota
by a wide margin. When I came in and said "It's late, we should get
some sleep," it turned out that she was ahead of me in this feeling.
But she was in the wrong room, and I didn't really want to explain to
my coworkers about how I had Sammy stay overnight with me. That could
start all sorts of bad rumors.

She looked so peaceful, sleeping like an angel, that I couldn't make
myself even try to wake her up. I was tired as well, and laid down
next to her, on my back. I looked at her, enjoying the view, and
letting my relaxation turn into arousal. I then turned the light off,
pulled a sheet up over us, and started stroking my genitals, softly
cupping my balls, which had been strained by my activities tonight.
Not hurting as much as true blue balls, since I had some release, but
I felt a distinct need for release. I thought about Gwen, and what I
would have to say to her when I got home. I owed her treatment at
least as good as I just gave Sammy, and I imagined that she might
forgive me, understanding how I had resisted temptation, even though I
had come very close to doing more. I spent some time massaging my
balls gently, stroking my cock, but I was quite tired, and I fell
asleep, rolling over to hold Samantha against me.

I somehow managed to wake up before the alarm went off. I wasn't fully
awake, and I felt my hard dick pressed between my wife's legs, as I
held her from behind. Still almost dreaming, I started pushing it
against her, feeling the warmth and moisture of her sex against mine.
I couldn't be sure yet if I have entered her, but it felt very nice,
and I held her close, enjoying her scent, and the feel of her breasts.

I pumped back and forth between her legs, stroking her vulva with my
hard cock. Suddenly, I realized that something is wrong. She smelled
different this morning. I haven't opened my eyes, yet, but I could
smell and feel her hair, and it was not the same. It was shorter, for
one thing. Her breasts also felt changed, not as full, but somewhat
firmer and with very hard, short nipples.

"Sam!" I whispered. And stopped moving, as I remembered where I was,
and what had happened last night. Samantha didn't seem to be awake,
and perhaps didn't notice what we were almost doing. Perhaps even
actually doing, as I felt moistness on the tip of my cock. I asked, a
bit louder, Sam?"

But there was no answer, and her breathing seems slow and steady. I
rolled gently away from her, feeling my hard cock pop out from between
her legs, then I got up out of the bed. Gently, so as not to wake her,
then I walked, naked, to the bathroom.

I cannot do anything much there yet but wait and think, as my arousal
prevented urination. What seemed like friendly comforting, and a bit
of mutual entertainment short of actual sex, seems much more in the
morning light. I have not yet decided what I am going to say to
Samantha, but I already know that we cannot pursue this contact beyond
what we have already done. My worrying has let my hardness fade, and
so I relieve some needs here, and wash myself up a bit, before
preparing to return to the bed. I thought to myself, I'll just get
myself off before I go out there. No need to take chances. But as I
started stroking myself, and getting hard, I changed my mind.

Oh, not so far as to have sex with Sammy, but I wanted to check on
her, and the time, since I needed to know how long I could let her
sleep. As she still seemed to be asleep, even after I spoke her name
and said "Good morning, lover," I decided that I could afford to spend
some time helping myself this morning. I had plenty of time, as I had
woke up more than an hour before my usual get-ready time. Samantha had
rolled onto her back, with the sheet down around her belly, revealing
her pretty tits. There was some sunlight coming into the room, and it
made her look very beautiful.

I pulled the sheet down, revealing her body to me, and even pulled the
blankets off her feet, so I could see every detail. I was very hard by
this time, and my cock twitched, triggering thoughts of simply
climbing up onto her, and sticking it into her. I could see her
moistness, smell her sex, and I could just imagine how wonderful it
would feel to do it.

I spoke her name again, "Samantha?" But she didn't answer, again, and
I wondered just where a fuck with a sleeping woman would fall in the
cheating scale. If she didn't know, and I wouldn't tell, would it
count?

My temptation didn't lead me close to action at all, not as far as
touching her. I sat on the chair next to the bed, enjoyed the view,
and held my cock in my hands, as I stroked it, intent on relieving
this desire. My feeling was more than just a desire for climax, and
release, but to be freed of the fire that was in front of me, tempting
me. Forty days in the wilderness were likely harder to take, and I
knew that by tonight, I'd be at home, safe, and loved. I hoped for
that, anyway, but I couldn't help enjoying this feeling of temptation.

I stood up, moved over the bed, standing without touching it. I leaned
over, smelling her pussy, her belly, her tits, and briefly kiss each
nipple. I smell her hair, still holding my cock in one hand. I move
back to her pussy, spread in front of me, and softly, take a taste of
her slit, breathing her fragrance in. Samantha didn't seem to wake
even from this action, though she moves slightly, and I sat back in
the chair, still watching her naked form.

My own arousal is extremely strong, hurting in its intensity. My cock
dripped with moisture of my own, and that lubrication accelerated the
process. I stared at Sammy, at her pussy, her tits, her mouth, her
hair, even her toes. I remembered last night, and my memories blended
with others, with Gwen, with other women, and finally, release came.
Not a mild orgasm, but an explosion. I groaned, loudly, enough that I
was sure that Samantha would notice. I held my hand over the head,
trapping the fluids which came out, until my orgasm ceased.

I then went into the bathroom, and cleaned up a bit more. I washed my
hands, and my genitals, letting the warm water relax me even more. I
felt very relieved and happy. I left the bathroom, and still had no
gotten dressed, or even put a robe on.

Samantha had opened her eyes, but was still laying on the bed, naked
and uncovered. She looked at me, starting at my naked body, and my
damp cock. She pulled herself up, and looked down at her own body, a
bit wet with sweat, and moist between the legs.

She asked me "Did you do anything to me when I was asleep?"

"Do you remember what we did last night, before you went to sleep?"

"I think so. Last part I remember was you sucking my clit until I
practically died coming," she stated, then laughed, "It was amazing. I
could do that every night."

"There is more to good sex than just sucking, but it is a start," I
tell her. "After you went to sleep, I lay down next to you, and also
went to sleep. This morning, I was very surprised to wake up holding
you in my arms, and I thought that you were Gwen. I started to do more
than just hold you, when I realized who you really were."

"If I were Gwen, would you have stopped?"

"No, but I would have changed my attentions to try to wake you up. As
it was, you seemed so happy sleeping there, so I got up, and went to
the bathroom. I did touch you, and look at you, for inspiration. But I
promise, no fucking, not even clit sucking, occurred."

"I wouldn't have minded if you had," she mused. "I am very horny,
ready to do it again, or even more. I can feel my pussy dripping,
inviting me to put something in it. Could you please make love to me?"

Now I felt very glad that I had gotten off before she woke up. This
offer doesn't even get a real rise in my dick, and I am sure she can
see that. Some of that resistance to her offer comes from my love for
my wife, I'm certain, but I was grateful for the ability of
satisfaction to conceal my temptations.

"You can take care of yourself this morning. Remember, I will tell
Gwen all about this weekend, as I have promised her to always tell the
truth. But I can help you out a bit with your itch."

Samantha lay back on the bed, and started to play with herself,
stroking her breasts, sides, belly, pussy, sucking her fingers after
pulling them out of her vagina, and doing a very good job of making me
aroused. I kissed her nipples, sucking on them and caressing her
breasts, biting them lightly, knowing that her arousal was already
strong enough to make such touches exciting. I lick my way down her
belly, briefly on her pubic hair, licking her fingers from behind as
they move in and out of her, as she fucked herself. I didn't stop,
though, but kept going all the way down to her right foot and toes. I
stayed there, sucking on them, licking her soles, nibbling each ankle,
as she caressed herself.

When I thought she was close to coming, I moved back to her pussy,
pushing my fingers into her, and trying to lick her clit. Samantha
allowed me to do so, spreading her legs further apart, and I continue
this until she comes, hard. Her body shakes, much as last night, but
she is no longer drunk, nor are we tired.

"That is a good hangover cure, Al." Samantha lays on the bed, still
breathing hard, and she looked very happy. She stayed like this for
some time, just laying there quietly, and I sat on the bed, watching
her.

"Could I do you now?" she asked me.

"I'm sorry, but I already took care of myself well before you woke up.
See," I said, pointing to my cock, which is a little bit harder, but
not fully extended, and not showing signs of a need for release.

"I need to take a shower, eat a bit, and get ready for work. I have a
meeting this morning," I say to her, as I get up off the bed.

Sammy said "I don't have a meeting, but if I don't show up they'll ask
all sorts of questions about where I've been. I could use a shower
too, do you think we could take one together?"

"Yes. Just don't get any ideas in there."

"It seems so strange, Al, to make love like this, and now, stand naked
in front of you and feel like I can't have you again. I'm sure that it
isn't because you don't like me, but I can't help wanting something
more."

"Sammy, I understand. But I can't give you more. Tonight was even more
than I planned on. But trust me, if I weren't attached, I would give
you a lot more. And somewhere, there is a guy who you will be able to
keep, and enjoy."

We went into the bathroom, found the towels, and started the shower.
The hotel bathroom has more room than mine at home, and there is more
than enough room for us to be comfortable within the shower itself. We
let the water run over our bodies and hair, and switch places, to let
both of us get wet. I rub soap on Sammy, and she helps wash my body.
We both put shampoo on, and let it start to rinse off.

The shower happened to have a nice extension with a massage head.
Samantha said "I haven't seen one of those before," and I answered
"They are a lot of fun. I have one at home, so let me show you just
how it works best."

I held the massage head, adjusting it for gentle pulsations, and aim
it over her back, down her ass, between her legs, up her pussy. I left
it there for quite a while, letting her relax under it, and then, I
hugged her close to me, with the shower head pulsating between us. My
cock got hard, and it pushed against her pussy, and this feels fine to
me. I continued using the water on her, running it up her breasts, her
neck, then back to her pussy. I maintain my watery attention on her
sexy pussy, until she came again, squealing with delight.

"I've never come so much in my life. I've got to get one of these at
home!"

I hadn't moved the water completely away from her pussy, and she said
"Stop, that's enough. Can I do you this way, please?"

"It might be a good idea to release this before going to work," I
answer, holding my now very hard cock. "Here, let me sit on the edge,
and I'll hold my shaft. Carefully, gently, use the water on my balls,
and everywhere else. I need it, really, but I'm very sensitive now, so
please, be gentle."

Samantha laughs, "I thought it was girls that required a gentle
touch."

"Trust me, I appreciate gentleness very well, and so do other guys."

Samantha started using a very light spray, aiming at my chest, my
nipples, even my face, which made me close my eyes. I stroked my
shaft, looking at her, and it didn't take long for the pressure to
build up. She worked the water down between my legs, sprinkling like a
hard rain against my balls, and in no time, I came again. Samantha
continued to use the spray to rinse my cock off, and caught a bit of
my come on her fingers, tasting it.

By this time, Samantha was getting horny again. "I can't believe it,
my pussy feels like it is on fire."

"I could cool you off again, with my tongue. I think that might help."

"I'm getting all wrinkled in here. Could we do it on the bed, please?"

"Sure, if that would make you happy."

And we got out of the shower, dried off with our towels a bit. I
looked at the time, and recognized another hunger striking my body,
this time in my belly. I told Samantha "I think we should eat
breakfast before continuing, otherwise, we may pass out from
starvation."

Laughing, she said "I guess I don't mind, as long as we still have
time for, you know, other food."

"Not a problem, I think," I told her, and I called to order a simple
breakfast for us. I got my robe on, so I could answer the door for
room service, but Samantha stayed naked.

She told me "Just let me know when it comes, and I'll hide under the
covers. It feels so nice to be naked, here with you. I haven't felt
like this is so long."

I was not quite sure how to answer this one. I had hoped to make her
happy, and to help her relax, and maybe, think about what kind of guy
she really wanted in her life. I didn't want it to be me, however. I
was older, which meant more experienced, and perhaps wiser in the ways
of love and friendship. But I was also married, with no desire to
change that relationship. I didn't answer right away.

A knock on the door, and a voice saying "Room service," interrupted my
silence, and let me avoid answering the question. If there was a
question, I wasn't sure if Samantha was trying for something more from
me, or just enjoying the feeling that good sex gives to life.

Samantha jumped under the covers, and I went to answer the door. I
tried not to be embarrassed about this situation, as I might have been
if I were with my wife. But I don't quite achieve that, and forgot
about not having any money in my pockets, or even pockets on, to use
for a tip. I found my wallet, grab out a large bill, too big for an
ordinary tip, and just gave it away, saying, "Thanks, keep the change,
have a good morning."

I started to get breakfast out, taking it off the cart and putting it
on the table. Sammy came over, naked, and told me "Get naked too. I
want to have a nudist breakfast." The curtains on the room were opened
up a bit, though it was very unlikely anyone other than a bird could
see in. It exposed us both to daylight, not just the dimmer room
lights, and there was a glow about Samantha which made her seem even
more attractive than before. Breakfast was just rolls, toast, donuts,
and coffee, not a full meal.

"One of the advantages of eating in the nude is that you don't have to
worry about dripping jelly onto your suit or robe," I said to Sammy,
as a drop fell from her toast to her chest. "Let me show you another
way to enjoy the jelly."

I got up, and leaned over her chest, licking the spilled jelly off.
Some of it was on her tit, but most above there, so I decided to have
some more. I opened up the little jelly container, and poured it over
each nipple. I then licked it off, suckling her nipple for a while. I
should have been more hungry for food, but somehow, a donut and a cup
off coffee satisfied me.

"Don't stop eating, Sammy. Just let me have my breakfast here."

She laughed, and let me continue. I turned her chair away from the
table, and got some honey out, and poured it over her belly and navel,
and into her pubic hair. I licked that off, gently, not quite going
for her sensitive spots directly. I was enjoying this meal very much,
and I wanted Samantha to get turned on. For myself, I don't think I
could get it on again, and my cock didn't harden even with this
delectable feast in front of me.

I didn't proceed to her pussy, but instead, got back in my chair, and
relaxed, finishing my coffee. Samantha asked me "Is Gwen pretty?"

"Sure, sure is very pretty," I answered. It isn't an objective answer,
and I don't even think about it. I love her, and even Samantha doesn't
attract me as she does.

"OK, but is she as pretty as I am?"

"It isn't fair to ask that. Love makes me see her as more beautiful
than anyone. I would say, though, that most other people say she looks
very nice. But that it true for you as well." I get up, go to my
pants, pull my wallet out again.

"Here, I have a picture of her," I say, as I pull the picture section
open. My two kids, dog, even the cat, all have pictures in there.

"Samantha looked at them, and said "No nudes? Not even a full body
shot, just her head? How can I check her out like that?"

"I don't need nudes to know what she looks like, or remind me. And it
might be embarrassing if anyone came across them."

"She is nice, and your kids are beautiful. I don't quite understand
how you can be like this, with me, and not worry about how it will
affect her."

"Samantha, I promise, I am going to tell her about this, and make sure
that it is OK with her. I don't think she will mind your enjoying my
attention and comfort, so don't think that she is going to hate you.
As for the rest, that is between her and I, and I'll do whatever she
wants to make things right between us. I'm not sorry about last night,
and don't want you to be sorry either."

"Since we are done eating food, I'd like to have one more meal, if you
don't mind." I cleared off the table, but kept the honey jar and
jellies handy. "Get up on the table, and let me have some sweet pussy
pie for dessert."

"Al, I don't know if I can take it. But go ahead, I can't believe
this. I still want it."

This time, I didn't hold back or go very slow. Samantha was quite wet,
and her clitoris was exposed. I poured honey over it, then licked and
sucked it clean, and repeated this many times. I took a small break to
lick her nipples clean of jelly again, but I left my fingers crushing
her clit gently between them, and Sammy put her own fingers inside her
as I did that. It didn't take long for her to come again.

"Oh, that was really wonderful."

"Thanks. There is still time, let me have some more of this dessert,
you sweet woman."

"Go ahead, I think I can live through another one."

It took longer, this time, to get the same level of arousal. My tongue
was getting a little tired, despite the practice I've had working on
it. But as I was enjoying the taste and joy of her so much, I didn't
mind it, and Samantha didn't seem to either. I could feel her climax
building up, and she said "Oh, this is even more intense than before."

A knock on the door interrupted us. "Al, it's Daphne. It is almost
nine, we have to get going to get to the meeting."

I stopped licking Samantha, who yelped when she heard Daphne's voice.
I spoke loudly "OK, just wait a few minutes. I'll get dressed and be
right down."

I didn't think that Daphne heard Sammy, but Samantha started to get up
off the table. I told her, "Just stay there. Let me finish you up,
please. You were so close, it would be a shame to leave you
unsatisfied. Daphne's gone, and we really do have enough time for me
to do this for you."

I went back between her legs, pouring some honey over her pussy, and
licking it all off again. Samantha said "I can't believe that you are
doing this to me."

I wasn't quite sure why she said that, but I suspected that it wasn't
just eating her pussy like a piece of candy, or sucking her clit hard
into my mouth, between my teeth, then lapping her vagina deeply with
my tongue. I concentrated on making her come, pushing deep into her,
stroking her pussy lips with my fingers, sucking her clit deep into my
mouth, until she came again. It can't have taken more than a minute to
finish her up this way.

We both start to get dressed. I have more to put on, needing my full
suit and tie on this morning. Samantha has nothing but what she
brought last night, and somehow, seeing her dressed in that beautiful
black outfit again turned me on. How it could, I wasn't positive, but
I knew that her pussy, which I had just enjoyed tasting, was within
reach if I just pulled the dress up. If I wanted to, I could even eat
her in the elevator, if I dared.

"Should I wait here a while before going out?" she asked.

"Being sneaky only risks problems. If you not ashamed of what you
did... Are you?"

"No, it was wonderful."

"Then, you shouldn't act ashamed. That doesn't mean that you tell
everyone, or anyone, what we did. Just act as though we are supposed
to leave the room together, just as if you had stopped by this morning
for breakfast or something like that."

We took a look at each other. Samantha's dress looked a little worn,
but still quite nice, and I didn't think that anyone would notice her
lack of underwear as such, though the lack of stockings is rather
obvious.

I opened the door, and started to go out. Samantha was right behind
me. I stopped short, as I saw Daphne waiting across the hall. She
seems very surprised to see Samantha coming out with me, and has a
very shocked expression on her face.

"Al, what is your wife going to think!"

"About what? Oh, I don't keep secrets from Gwen. You can ask her about
this after we get back, trust me."

"I was comforting Samantha, and she slept in my room last night. She
drunk quite a bit, remember, and just needed someone to talk to. She
fell asleep, and I didn't want to trouble her by waking her up."

"Uh huh," Daphne answered. She didn't say it, but it didn't seem to me
that she was ready to believe me.

"He was a perfect gentleman," Sammy piped up. "He didn't fuck me last
night, if that is what you are thinking." Smiling, she followed with
"Though I wouldn't have minded, especially if her wasn't married." She
held my hand with the ring up as she said this.

"Maybe, you'll meet someone nice here," I said, looking at Samantha,
then back at Daphne.

"It can't hurt to try. I just don't know if I can find someone as nice
as you."

"A guy who'll let you sleep in his room without fucking you?" Daphne
asks, wryly. "Tell me, Al, if you were single, would you still have
been a perfect gentleman?"

I was relieved, a little, by this question, as it seemed as though
Daphne accepted my story. It was the truth, but I left out some rather
important details. "If she didn't want me to do more, and I wasn't
married, yes."

I looked at the time, and realized that we really had to go. I told
Samantha goodbye, said we might get together for lunch later. Daphne
and I headed to the elevator, to hurry to get to our meeting.

In the elevator, with only the two of us to hear, Daphne asked me,
"How can you feel so safe, having a sexy woman sleep in your room,
when you are going to tell your wife about it?"

"I trust Gwen, and she trusts me. I don't think that I did anything
wrong to Gwen in having Samantha sleep there with me. Gwen and I have
talked about the cheating issue, and the hazard of keeping secrets. If
I didn't tell her, and she found out, it would seem even worse."

"But what if Samantha hadn't taken no for an answer? What if you were,
you know, too drunk or horny, and you did, in her words, fuck?"

"I would still tell Gwen, of course. It would even be OK, and work
out. I would prefer to avoid that, but it wouldn't ruin our
relationship."

"Why? I mean, why avoid it, if she would accept it. I can understand
not doing it, and even telling her about it afterward. But if she is
really OK about it, why not go all out, and have fun?"

"Because I love my wife. Resisting temptation only applies if there is
some temptation, and being told that it is OK if I do it eliminates
the risk of temptation. I'd rather keep that resistance against it,
because even though it might be safe, and will be forgiven, I don't
want to push it too often, just in case I can't handle it, even if she
can.

She asked "That means that I could have come to your room, and got
laid last night, instead of sitting alone and getting off!"

"Other than the problem of the relationship sticking with us when we
went home, yes. Though I still may have said no, even if you came in
naked and asked me. You could have gotten Stevie to go to your room
easily enough. Or even Robbie."

"I wouldn't steal Robbie from Maggie. I like him, but I wouldn't do
that. And Stevie is annoying, even if he is cute. If I did go to bed
with him, I'm sure he'd never let it end with just one time."

"You didn't have sex with him when you went out?"

"No. We kissed, he rubbed my tits, told me how wonderful sex with him
would be. I didn't want to be disappointed, and I told him so, Daphne
said, laughing, "by his not living up to his PR."

Stevie was always a pushy, high pressure sales type, though he worked
mostly tech support. I didn't know that his teasing about sex actually
extended to his real relationships, but I could see why he seemed so
frustrated at work.

Daphne asked me "Are you going to tell your wife about us? I mean,
about my thinking about sleeping with you?"

"Sure."

"If I had slept in your room, I'd have tried to fuck you. Did you
sleep in your clothes?"

"No, I slept in bed, as usual."

"That means you were naked? Didn't you say that you always sleep
naked?"

"Yes. I had a robe I could grab easily enough, and there are two beds,
since they gave me a double." Though with all the boxes, books, and
equipment on it, I hadn't bothered to actually do that. But I didn't
tell Daphne that.

"Dang. I can't believe you are going tell your wife that you slept,
naked, with another woman in the room. Especially one as sexy as Sam,
and when she is horny too."

"I'm sure she'll enjoy the story."

We get off the elevator, and go to our meeting. After the meeting, it
is back to the show booth, and work, again. Daphne doesn't mention
Samantha being in my room to the guys, and I don't bring it up either.
We had a lot of other work to do, including dealing with the customers
who couldn't or didn't decide right away that they would work with us,
or want our products. That meant that we were very busy, and despite
some confusing feelings about the events this weekend, I just didn't
have time to dwell on them.

Later on, after lunch, Sam dropped by. She was still wearing the same
black dress, and still had nothing on under it. Daphne stared at her,
watching as Stevie flirted with her again, suggesting that maybe, she
needed a nice cute guy to have some fun with. I suspected that Daphne
had noticed what she wasn't wearing this morning, and I could easily
see the lack of panty lines under her dress in the bright light of the
convention floor. Samantha said that she had to go, and it was nice
talking to us again, and she left.

A short while later, Daphne came back from the ladies room with her
bra off. Her shirt wasn't so thin as to make this completely obvious,
but I noticed two hard points, and the subtle change in her shape. She
told me "The air-conditioning in here isn't working that good, and it
is getting hot. I hope you don't mind."

Stevie makes no comment about this, and I'm surprised that he said
nothing about how hot Sammy looked without underwear, or at least,
with bare legs. He was looking at the girls passing by us, but didn't
seem to be paying attention to the women right next to him.

Daphne asked "Has Sam been wearing her dress like that since this
morning?"

I answered "I guess so. Maybe it will help her find someone nice."

Stevie said "Dress like what?"

Robbie laughed. He is nice, a bit geeky looking, shy, but has a nice
girl that he loves. That is one big that Daphne never tries to hit on
him, even though she is lonely and horny.

Daphne said "She wasn't wearing any underwear."

"Oh. Wow, is she ever a hot babe. I should go after her."

I told him "You have to stay here and work. Besides, you should find a
nice regular girlfriend at home. You'd be happier that way."

We kept on working through the close of the convention, then did the
usual work of packing everything up, making out our order reports, and
all of the rest of the things which this part of our jobs entailed. It
left me tired, and we stopped briefly at the bar for a couple of
drinks. I hadn't seen Samantha since this afternoon, but I had hoped
to say goodbye to her, and maybe, talk a bit more about what had
happened between us. I stopped in the lobby to phone home, but get the
answering machine. I left a brief message, and said that I really
wanted some quiet time to talk with her when I got home, but I didn't
say anything about what had happened between Sammy and me.

I went up to my room to pack, and Sammy was waiting there for me. She
asked "Could you walk me to my room? I have some things I want to ask
you about."

I said OK, and we went off. She told me the story about how her
appearance didn't draw nearly as much attention as she hoped. Guys
still flirted with her, but there didn't seem to be any big difference
between today and yesterday, even though she had her bare pussy
practically dripping for someone to notice.

"The air conditioning vents are real cool, in two ways. I wish there
was a nice floor vent, for that Marilyn Monroe look, so that someone
might notice my pussy tingling besides me."

"Didn't anyone notice? I can believe that some guys would miss it.
Stevie did, talked with you and never even noticed. But the rest of us
noticed your pantyless attire."

"The only persons who noticed for sure were two teen girls, high
school types, maybe 16. I was coming down the escalator, and I had one
leg up a step to spread my dress, and by that time, I didn't care if
everyone saw me, or security came after me, as long as someone
appreciated what I was after."

"What happened?"

"The two of them watched me, and one licked her lips and said "Yummy"
as I passed. I was so embarrassed, that those girls, or one of them,
thought that I was showing off for them."

"At least someone noticed. And teen girls can have talented tongues,"
I said, and laughed again.

"I'd rather have a talented guy use his tongue on me. Could you
please, please, demonstrate your product one more time?"

"Sammy, I appreciate the offer, but I think that this time, you should
take care of your problem yourself."

"Let me show you what you are missing, if you've forgotten."

We were on the right floor, but her room was far down the hall. She
pulled her dress up and off, not just a quick flash, despite stopping
for a minute to let me watch her pussy.

"It is so wet, I can't believe how horny I've been running around all
day with it exposed like this. If my dress were shorter, I'm sure that
someone else could have noticed it better. But please, don't leave
this pie uneaten. I need it, just one more time."

Samantha stuck her finger into herself, and pushed it in and out. I
couldn't stop watching, but I knew that we could easily get caught
doing this. And my resistance to temptation couldn't handle this very
well at all. I kissed her on her lips, then her nipples, and finally,
sucked on her pussy. She came, right there in the hallway, taking only
a couple of minutes. She was still wet, and said "Please, come with me
until I just can't take it any more. Make me do it, let me feel it
again."

If she had said "Come fuck me," I could have said no. But I just
couldn't see where it would hurt, to please her again as I had this
morning. And I was very turned on by her nakedness in the hallway, and
would feel so much safer in her room.

"Go on, run, and I'll eat you in your bed."

I don't know if anyone saw us, but I heard voices as we ran down the
hall. We got to her room, and then, she had to find the key, which was
in her purse, which was rolled up inside her dress. I pushed my
fingers into her pussy as she tried to open the door, and she only
went "Oh, oh". No warning at all about letting her get in safely, no
thought at all except of sex, as far as I could think, or feel on my
fingers.

When we got inside, she said "You can lick me clean now. Please, say
yes, dammit!"

"Yes!" And I proceed to do so, with her standing, kissing her from
head to ankles, as she still had her shoes on but nothing else. And
she comes, again.

She said "Thanks. You've been wonderful to me, this weekend. Are you
really going to tell your wife about us?" "Yes. I think she will be
happy that I resisted fucking you, even with such a beautiful offer as
yours is."

"Could you do me, one more time? Love me, just a little longer?"
Samantha sings to me.

"I can do that."

I gave her another full body and tongue massage, pushing my fingers
hard into her vagina, until she comes, and falls asleep. I left her on
bed, naked, uncovered, and put the "Do not disturb" sign on door,
locking it as I went out. I didn't treat her exactly the same as the
previous night, because she was so close to coming, but I still
managed to taste every part of her again.

I was very horny, and it was hard to get her image out of my mind. I
made her happy, and I think, satisfied her itch for a while, and
maybe, taught her something. I wouldn't see her again soon, and by the
time I did, my temptation for her might fade.

On the trip home in the van, we talk about many things, as usual. But
the conversation ends up on relationships and sex. Daphne is up front
with me, the men in back. She hadn't put her bra back on, but had
changed to a lighter shirt, which made this fact even more apparent.
Our conversation led to Samantha, who we all liked.

"Did you say goodbye to Sam before we left?" Daphne asked.

"I even kissed her goodbye," I teased back.

"How was she feeling?"

"She seemed pretty happy now. I hope that she finds someone good for
her soon."

"You are a very nice man," Daphne told me. Robbie asked "What about
me?"

"You are nice too."

Then Stevie chimed in with "Anything nice to say about me?"

"You could be nicer if you tried harder. You look very nice, but you
don't pay attention well."

"What do you mean?"

"You haven't said anything about my taking my bra off after lunch. I
was sitting next to you the whole time, and I watched you ogle the
women coming by, especially the models in their sexy outfits."

"You aren't wearing a bra? It doesn't show."

"See! Al and Robbie noticed. They didn't make snide comments, just
asked if I was comfortable. And it does show, if you paid attention.
Not only was my bra starting to scratch me, my nipples were staying
hard, and that was uncomfortable too."

"Hey, does that mean you were horny for me again?"

"Not exactly. I was horny, but... Al, please help?"

"Just because you are horny, and want to have sex, doesn't mean that
you have to do something about it with the closest person. Even if you
like that person, and think they are sexy, you don't have to. On top
of that, at- work romances have other problems, such as when you break
up. You acted rather badly when Daphne said she wouldn't go out with
you again, like there was something wrong with her."

OK, that was about it. We were quiet until home. Stevie seemed to be
thinking about the situation, and perhaps, might actually change. We
dropped the guys off, and Daphne rode with me until she dropped me off
at home.

She asked "What do you think your wife will say when you tell her
about this weekend?"

"I'm going to "pet the cat" a few times before that comes up. You
know, "Nothing is more important than petting the cat."

"And kissing it, pampering it, maybe licking it a bit," laughing.
"Mmm, especially when you finish the story off with NOT fucking sexy
Sammy, after she offered herself to you. She did, didn't she?" "Don't
tell anyone else though. She was a bit drunk, and lonely. It isn't
easy to find someone who really loves you, and will stick with you
even in bad times. I'm just lucky, I guess."

"Can you tell me about it, after you tell your wife?"

"How about you ask her? I'll tell her that you want to know, and she
can call you up and talk about it. She might even have some advice on
how to meet nice guys?"

She noticed my hard-on. Daphne looks at me for a long time, letting me
see where her gaze is aimed at, and said "Looks like you've been
missing your wife?"

"Sammy really made it hard for the trip home. She thanked me for
treating her so nicely, and hugged me. And on top of that, my wife and
I got cut off, and so I didn't get to talk with her much, as we
usually do."

"Have fun!" Daphne laughed at me, as I went towards the house.

"Thanks! I'll see you tomorrow at work."

I headed into the house. I could hear the kids making some noise, the
TV on as it often was. I was happy to be home, and looking forward to
seeing my kids, and my wife. I was worried about how to explain this
weekend, but I remembered our trust and my promise. And my love, and
that helped me relax.

I opened the door, and went inside.



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