The banquet during the last night of the journalism conference in Atlanta was perfectly done. About 200 of the most influential journalists in the US were in attendance. The food, including multiple seafood, steak, and vegetarian options, was top-tier. And Cate found herself simply loving the oaky French Chardonnays that were found at each table.
Mark looked at her lovingly, held her hand, and asked if she wanted anything from the dessert table. Those chocolate-covered strawberries had looked amazing and Mark was more than glad to oblige. While Mark was away, Cate struck up some conversation with her new friend Heather and her two colleagues from the Atlantic: Ashley and Tiffany. These were smart, successful, professional women. And each of them, by chance, was blonde and beautiful. Cate felt like she was surrounded by models. Fortunately, Cate was looking fine herself, in a partially sheer black dress that amplified her curvy figure and outrageous cleavage. Her blue eyes and dark lips caught the attention of more than a few men who were in attendance that evening. And Cate was simply feeling sexy.
***
Cate and Mark found themselves sharing an elevator with the Atlantic women on the way up to the 11th floor. Cate's mind was filled with thoughts about her interaction with Heather in the elevator the other day. With just the two of them in the elevator, Cate had on that other occasion found herself being seduced by this hot and powerful journalist - up against the wall and deep in an open-mouth kiss that just felt amazing.
Heather smiled smartly at Cate in front of the group. Cate smiled back with a bit of reservation. But she found herself, at the same time, incredibly horny, and this fact must have shown in some way.
Cate and Mark exchanged pleasantries with the ladies from the Atlantic, wishing them the best into the future, and went into their hotel room.
Mark was wearing a well-cut sports jacket and he looked as handsome as ever that evening. Everything about this trip really helped Cate see Mark in a much different perspective. He was no longer the boring, naggy, blah guy whom she'd taken for granted over the past decade or so.
In this new phase of their relationship, he genuinely was, in Cate's mind, the handsome, charming, charismatic, successful man whom she was lucky to have as a husband. And he was hot to her now just as he was when they were first dating. She couldn't wait to be with him one last night in Atlanta.
On cue, Mark firmly put his hands on Cate's gorgeous, curvaceous waist and started to kiss her on the mouth, looking deeply into her sky-blue eyes. He grabbed the top of her ass with both hands and nudged her body against the wall. She loved every second of this and was so turned on that she nearly came right then.
Cate had a few drinks in her and was a bit foggy. The next thing she knew, she was laying on her back on the bed, with Mark standing right next to her. Was he going to whip out his dick and put it up against her mouth? She wanted this so bad. And fortunately for her, she got her wish.
Mark's dick was rock-solid and pulsing. He placed it up against her lips. She found herself grabbing it with her hand to get it deeper in.
"Cate, that's a naughty girl," Mark said firmly.
She had no idea what was going on.
"Cate, you should be able to make me come with just your mouth. You need to be tied up to do this right."
