                          Conventional Temptation

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

Conventional Temptation - Part One of Three

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.
Still, 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. 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. Yet 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. 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. Daphne didn't dress in a glamorous
style at the shows, unlike some of the "models" which did product
presentations for other companies. However, 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 there 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. You'll need to pay for it in
advance, though, sir."

"It isn't my fault that the reservation was messed up. I have the
convention reservation letter here, see?" 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 toward 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 a 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 anymore. 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. 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." 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. Then 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. Yet 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.

"Bill 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. Still, 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.

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 pretty girl passing our table at that time, all by
herself for the moment. He also looked a little drunk. Stevie 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 four, 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
hors d'oeuvres, chatted for a while, and relaxed. Samantha seemed
happier. We talked some about how our relationships had worked out so
far. Daphne didn't leave right away, hanging around to talk a little
longer.

"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. "Still, 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. However, 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. Yet 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. Still, 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. I 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 she 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. My pretty, naked coworker 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, still feeling a little distracted by the direction my thoughts
had been taking.

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. Work quickly drew me away from these thoughts.

Now we just had to decide who got the extra large room. 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 got 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 do you mean by "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, taking care of the pressure myself is easier and
safer," 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,
not just a little room." 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 lay 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. 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 heard 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 heard from Gwen

"But not as much as you are. I love hearing you come," I said. "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 had on a white blouse with ruffles, blue slacks, nothing
especially sexy, but it did 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 demanded. "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. Nevertheless, 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. Still, 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!"

Then 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. I was close, but not quite there yet.

"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.

Not wanting to annoy anyone by revealing my condition, 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 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. Still, I didn't see any panty
lines. Women wearing nothing under their dresses 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 for me. I didn't want to push things farther along, but I
couldn't kick Samantha out. I could try to distract her, I imagined
and 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 quite 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. Along her sides, I brushed one hand softly as a kitten,
up toward her breasts, which were slightly exposed, enough to let be
brush gently against them. I continued upward, to her shoulders, and
pressed hard against them, feeling the hard muscles loosen. Then, I
continued on my way, 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. Torn, between my temptation,
and my desire to avoid the consequences if I indulged it. 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 she 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 for this lady.

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.

Keeping my eyes closed, or looking at my own hands, I had been
avoiding taking a good look at Samantha's naked body. However, 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 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. 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 all 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 said.
"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 while 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. Sam 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,
instead, I started rubbing her ass, and stroking a finger up and down
the crack, while massaging each cheek with the other hand. 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. My hands 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 breast
in my hand, nipple between my fingers. The other hand, I let move 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 in response. 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. Then she said "Is it OK if I do that for you? I'd
like to try it, getting you off without truly 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. Still, 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 in the tease on the genitals
that I did, in her case, she stroked her nails against my balls and
shaft, 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. 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 was almost touching it when she finished her request, and
her warm breath was 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 said "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 toward 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. Nevertheless, 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. My love with Gwen is built over years, and I might have
been able to make the same relationship with you, if we had started at
the same time. But my experience with Gwen makes a difference. I know
that love and caring makes 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.
Still, 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 to help her find a better relationship, knowing that it
can be wonderful. 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 cunnilingus 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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