The Hospitality Suite

WARNING: If you don't like stories where the cheater gets away with it or gets forgiven for it, this story and many others in my catalog are not for you. Unless otherwise labeled, my stories are FICTION no marriage has been endangered to create this story. This is not our universe though it has similarities. The story may not conform to our reality. STD's are not an issue in this universe, unless they feature in the story line. I don't care if you think every infidelity should end in divorce, or you would divorce. Your morals are not a part of my stories.

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Hospitality Room

I am part of the delegation sent by my company to South by South West. I spend a few hours at the booth, talking to people about our products. Then I am relieved and I wander the booths, looking to see what else is being shown. A young man steps out in front of me. "We have a hospitality room in the Sheraton, invitation only." He holds out a card. His booth does not look interesting.

"No thanks."

"Take the invite, if you decide not to come, nothing lost. There will be food and drink, and lots of opportunity to meet people."

I hesitate then take the card. It gives a company name, not the same as the booth, as well as the Sheraton address and room number. He photographs my show pass. More junk mail coming. Time is listed 6PM to midnight. I push it into the bag of brochures I am carrying. "Thanks." I pass him and continue.

After a while I check my watch and head back to our booth to take over and let someone else roam. I stay in the booth till the end of the day.

When I get back to my room after closing time, I dump the loot bag and sort it. Some stuff goes into the garbage. Some gets thrown into my suitcase. I look at the hospitality invite. I pick it up to throw it out, but then something catches my attention. It smells odd. I sniff it. I cannot identify the smell. My pussy tingles. Odd. I set the card down and check the time. 6:20. Maybe, I should check it out. He did say food, and I haven't eaten yet.

I change into something a bit more comfortable, a skirt and shirt. I stick with my comfortable show floor shoes. Just in case, I wear my show pass. I phone home to talk to Adam. Then I head downstairs. I grab a taxi to the Sheraton.

As I am walking down the hall I see a couple at the door to the room. They get turned away. I hear the guy grumbling as they pass me. I show the ticket to the guy at the door. He takes it, checks a computer and opens the door for me.

It is a suite. They have a display set up in the center of the room, something about pumping. I glance at it then ignore it. Along one side is a set of tables with food. Near the window is a bar with a bartender. A young woman with a tray offers me a fancy drink. I take it. "What is this?"

"It is the bartender's variant on a traditional Sex On The Beach."

It tastes good, but there is a hint of something else. I grab a plate and fill up on seafood and salads. I stand at a cocktail table by the window eating and drinking. After a bit the young woman comes by and offers me another drink, I swap for the now empty glass. The drink smells a bit like the smell on the invitation card.

I finish the food, and look around. The trade show is 3/4 male and 1/4 female, but this room is slightly overbalanced with women. When I look at them, they are all high-end attractive women. Makes me wonder why I am here, though my husband insists that I am a 10, I figure I am a 7 at best. After all, my breasts are only B cup. These women are 9's and 10's. Someone has been selective handing out the invites.

Then there is that smell. I cannot place it. I look around. There is a man standing beside the bedroom door. A woman walks over and he opens the door for her. I get a hint of the smell again. I don't know why but I follow her. He opens the door for me.

Inside, the smell is stronger, someone hands me another drink, smaller. I move over to stand by the wall, and sip. The taste of the smell is more intense. I cannot identify it, but it makes me tingle, so I like it.

The woman I followed is over on the other side of the room, opposite the foot of the bed. Two men beside her. In a few minutes I have a man either side of me. There is a woman lying on the bed. Two men are undressing her. It is all very erotic. My pussy tingles, and I feel wet.

One man kisses her while undoing her shirt. The other has pushed her skirt up and is pulling her panties down. She has her feet on the edge of the bed and has lifted her butt to facilitate removal of her panties. It is all happening slow motion. I look over at the woman who entered before me. One of the men next to her is kissing her.

I look at the two men next to me, and then lean over and kiss one of them. He reciprocates. He fondles my breast. My nipple is very sensitive. Both nipples are hard, slightly tenting my shirt despite the effort of my bra to hold them down. I wonder why I did that.

I return to watching the woman on the bed. She sits up and the man removes her shirt. Then he undoes her bra. Both are handled with reverence and carefully laid on a chair next to her panties. She lays back and lifts her bum. The skirt is removed, to also be carefully folded and put on the chair. This all looks choreographed, practiced.

I look around the room. There are three chairs.

I look at the woman ahead of me. One of the men is undoing her shirt. I watch as it is removed and carefully put on one of the other two chairs. The third chair is across the bed from me. I wonder if one of them is the man who gave me the invitation. One of the men beside me puts his hand on my back and motions for me to move to the remaining chair. I walk around the bed and stand near the chair.

I watch as the man near the feet of the woman on the bed spreads her legs and gets down, exhaling onto her clit, then, gently using the tip of his tongue, swirls around it. She gasps.

I look down to see one of the men undoing my shirt. It feels so right, that it almost totally overrides the inner shock. His hand rubs my tummy. Then slides slowly into my panties to rub my clit. Oh, God I am sensitive today. Each time he touches my clit an electric spark jolts me.

I look at the woman ahead of me. She is stepping out of her skirt and panties, then she walks over to the bed turns around and lays down, spreading her legs. Her head is near the first woman on the bed. I know that I will be the third. An inner voice says No, No, Run. But it feels so right. I am so wet that I am dripping.

My shirt and bra are removed and laid on the chair, then my skirt. I pass my drink to one of the men. He looks at it "Finish it." I empty the glass then he takes it. I hook my thumbs into my panties and pull them down. They are quite damp. I pass them to the other man and then undo my shoes and slip out of them. The inner voice is trying to tell me this is wrong, but it feels so right. I walk over to the bed sit down and lay back with my head next to the first woman. I pull my knees up and then spread my legs to offer the man standing there, easy access to me. I look at the woman next to me, she has a man fucking her.

She looks at me. "Hello"

"Hello." I gasp, as the man between my legs exhales onto my clit, slowly shoves his fingers inside me and then licks my clit. I look down at him. He finds my G-spot, I gasp again. I am super sensitive. My clit, my G-spot and even my labia are all singing fuck me. Everything makes me want to fuck, and cum.

The first woman says to me "I am not on birth control."

I look at her as the second woman says "Me either."

I add my "Me too."

I look down at the man licking my clit. I seem to be much more sensitive than usual. I grab his head and hold it up. "Fuck me. Fuck me now and cum deep inside me."

He slides up and enters me. I shudder. He fondles my breast, rubbing my nipple, which gives me an electric jolt each time he pushes on it. His position rubs against my clit each stroke. Each time I feel an electric jolt of pleasure, growing in intensity with each repeat.

The first woman asks "Why are we doing this?"

Her man replies. "This is a drug test. It works best on women not on the pill, and close to ovulating. That is a side effect, it is intended to increase the intensity of orgasm."

She replies "OK, that makes sense. Will I be pregnant?"

"Probably, it is not 100%."

Then she cums really hard. Her legs are vibrating. She arches her back and screams in pleasure. He cums as well.

I can feel an orgasm starting to build. I wrap my legs around the man fucking me. I wrap my arms around his neck. Adam and I have been trying for a child for six months, he will be so happy. Wait, that sounds wrong in my head. Then my orgasm and woman 2's orgasm start about the same time. My bones all shake. I arch my back, and curl my toes. I moan. The man fucking me blows his load deep inside me. It feels so right. I hold him tight while he fills me with his sperm. My orgasm milks him for every last drop. I hold him in while he gets soft.

The first woman asks "Can I have another?" I tilt my head back. The man has pulled out of her and a moment later another man takes his place.

The man who just came in me pulls out. I look down as the second man takes his place. His cock slides into me. It feels so right, I moan. I wrap my legs around him and he starts fucking me. I have never felt so right in my life. I look over and the second woman has a second man fucking her. I am so sensitive. I rarely cum more than once, but I can already feel anther orgasm building.

I focus on the young man in my pussy. He fills me so completely. He curls up so he can suck on my breast while fucking me. That is so nice. My nipples are so sensitive, like mini-orgasms each time his tongue rubs my nipple. I am cumming again. He can feel it and hurries up. He does not want to miss the window when my cervix relaxes a bit during an orgasm. We both cum together. Again, I arch my back, curl my toes and moan. I hold him tight as he pumps me full of his semen. I want all of it. My vagina milks him to make sure I get every drop. I refuse to let go until he is soft enough to fall out of my pussy.

I hear the other two women ask for a third.

When the young man falls out, I ask for another. "Please, again?" There is a man waiting. I am positive that this will get me pregnant. I want another orgasm. I have never had three orgasms in one night. They have been incredible, better than I remember ever having before. I am so sensitive, my nipples, my clit, my labia, all ache for another man.

He slides his cock into my pussy. He fills me nicely. He bumps my clit. It almost triggers another orgasm. He leans forward and sucks on a nipple, then the other nipple. I moan in delight. It is like my whole body has become sensitive. Everything that touches me is electric, hinting of a coming orgasm. I twist my hips. I don't want all the lovely cum to slosh out while he is fucking me. I wrap my legs around him. I wrap my arms around his head. The smell of the card and the drinks surrounds me in a wonderful erotic cocoon. I feel another orgasm arrive. I arch my back, curl my toes and moan.

The third man fills me up as I cum. I hold him tight as my pussy milks every last drop of cum from his body. When he pulls out, I am about to ask for another and he puts his finger on my lips. "We only budgeted three per candidate. Would you like a diaphragm to hold the cum inside you?"

"Yes please, I want to keep all of it."

He is passed a box, and breaks the cellophane wrap. He opens the box and inserts the new diaphragm into me, holding all the lovely cum inside. Then he helps me up. He passes me my clothes piece by piece. I get dressed. He gets dressed. He guides me out of the bedroom.

The man by the door has two women waiting. "Give them a couple of minutes to clean up and then you can go in." They are both very attractive. They are radiant, close to ovulation.

I see the man who first fucked woman 1 over by the bar. I walk over and put my hand on his arm. "Can I get one of the invitations for a friend?" I just really want to have something with that smell to it.

"I'm sorry. We have all of the candidates we need. I suggest you go back to your hotel and get some rest. If it works you should be pregnant by morning. Then you can wash out the remanning cum and go back to your planned activities." He reaches over the bar and pulls a hanky out of a box. "This will help you."

I put it to my nose and inhale deeply. Oh, joy it smells of the card. "Oh, thank you, thank you."

"If you store it in a sealed bag, it will last longer." He passes me a double seal baggie. I push it in and seal it up. "We will keep track of your progress. If there are any issues, we will let you know. Don't inhale the fumes again until you are close to home. You might embarrass yourself."

I am puzzled, but "Thank you." I turn and head back to my hotel. On my way out I notice the man who first fucked me. He takes a picture with his cell phone. When I get to the hotel, I get undressed and rinse my panties in the sink. There has been some leakage. I get into bed, I am content. I sleep well.

When I wake up, I am convinced that I am now pregnant. I leave the used diaphragm in the hotel bathroom after I shower. I keep the little baggie in my purse. I am tempted to inhale again, but I remember his warning. I hold off for now. I fill my shifts at the booth. I am incredibly horny. Every man I see looks sexy. I finish my shift then I catch the 7PM flight home. When the plane lands I get a taxi. As We pull up in front of the house, I open the baggie and inhale deeply, then seal it up again. Adam is home when I open the door. I wrap myself around him. "I am so fuckin horny for you." I fuck Adam till he is empty though I am sure he is too late to get the egg. I am still sensitive, my nipples, my clit, my G-spot all react much more strongly than usual. I cum twice while fucking my husband. A couple of the best orgasms in my life.

Three weeks later I test positive. I am pregnant. Adam is over the moon happy. I am too, though I wonder which man won the race. I figure it is better if Adam never hears about that part of my trip. I ache for the smell on the hanky in my purse. I resolve to keep it for special occasions. I realize that after a deep inhale I will happily fuck any man willing to fertilize my eggs. I also remember that it will be the most intense when I am ovulating. I wonder how I can get more. If I had more, I could use it regularly and keep a stock of plan B. I am so fuckin horny.