I had always been curious about my wife Dana's sex life before I met her, but we didn't talk about such things. It wasn't a taboo subject per se - it just didn't come up, probably because it's an awkward subject for most people. And on the rare occasions when it did, somehow the subject always changed. The question was always in the back of my mind - but when and how to ask?
I chose an evening when we had been relaxing on our living room couch after dinner and were into our second bottle of an excellent Cabernet. Dana was showing the effects of the wine and was in a very good mood. She was more talkative than usual and chatting about rumors of office affairs at her work. Seeing an opening, I took a shot.
"Speaking of work-related sex, I've always wondered if our office encounter was your first work-related experience," I commented, going for it directly. As it happened, we had an encounter in my office when we had worked together. (Chocolate Dreams)
Dana blushed as only she can, her fair skin coloring to a vivid red in seconds. "Why would you ask that?" she said, deflecting the question.
"Natural curiosity," I told her, moving closer to her. "I know we don't talk about our previous love lives much, but I'm trying to understand your needs. I want to make you happy every way I can, dear."
Dana thought about that for a few minutes, sipping her wine as she did. Good move - can't talk and drink at the same time!
"I appreciate that," she told me. "And you do make me very happy - you're a wonderful husband. I just hesitate because I don't want you to think badly of me. I did a few crazy things in the years before I met you."
"Now you really have me intrigued," I told her. "Look, we've been through a lot together and gotten to a wonderful place in our lives. You have to know that whatever you did in the past won't change my feelings for you. I'm just curious. But if you'd rather not tell me, that's fine. Either way, it won't change how I feel about you."
Dana thought about this for a few minutes; we talked some more, with me trying to make her feel safe no matter what she did or did not tell me. She finally decided to relate her first experience to me, trying to be open with me about herself. What follows is her story:
At the time, Dana was 23 years old and less than a year out of grad school. She worked in the marketing department of a medical supply company that specialized in surgical instruments. The marketing was not typical consumer marketing - the customers were the surgeons and nurses who worked in the operating room. Dana had been on several sales calls as part of her training and was even able to observe several surgeries that used the company's products. Luckily, she had a strong stomach, because there was more blood than an outsider might think.
Nine months into the job she was picked to be part of the team that would represent the company at an annual convention in Las Vegas. The convention was a 3-day event, full of seminars and company presentations on new and existing products. Preparation was an arduous effort, with long hours involved in creating and rehearsing presentations. Even though she was relatively junior, Dana was included because she worked hard, presented well and, frankly, was easy on the eyes. With her raven hair, beautiful face, fair skin and curvy figure she would have the full attention of the mostly male surgeons.
The first two days of the convention were busy, full of hard work - especially for the junior people like Dana who were responsible for all logistics and the coordination of meetings and seminars. Fortunately, everything went smoothly and the senior folks were in a very good mood by day three. That day was relatively easy - meetings and seminars in the morning, a golf outing in the afternoon and a formal closing dinner in the evening. Dana wasn't a golfer, so she was able to spend time at the hotel pool, relaxing with some of the other junior employees. They paced themselves on drinks, anticipating a long evening.
The closing dinner was traditionally an elegant affair, and this year was no exception. Dana was advised to dress accordingly, and she had splurged on a black cocktail dress that cost more than she had ever spent on a dress before. It fit her nicely, hugging her size 6 body - though perhaps a little too tightly on top. Dana normally dressed to minimize her 36D breasts, but the effect in this dress tonight would be quite the opposite. The dress embraced her generous bust and the scooped neckline was cut low enough to show the swell of her breasts and slight cleavage. But Dana thought it was modest enough for the occasion. The dress hem was about three inches above her knees, which would show off her long legs without being too flashy.
Dana had bought a black bra and panty set that was more risqué, but only to please herself - not for public consumption! The bra was lacy, and sheer enough that the shadows of her nipples showed. It was cut low between her breasts and had support at the outside of the cups, creating impressive cleavage. But that was hidden beneath the dress. The dress neckline had four buttons on top which allowed for more or less cleavage to be shown. Dana debated that point, finally deciding on leaving just one button undone.
The panties were sheer as well and cut high on the hips, making Dana's long legs look even longer. It wasn't quite a thong, covering several inches of her bottom but hardly all of it - again, not an issue since the dress would be covering it. She couldn't bring herself to hide the sexy panties with pantyhose, so Dana opted for black thigh-high stockings instead. As she dressed for the reception before dinner, she couldn't help but be pleased by how the lingerie and stockings looked on her, flattering her figure and legs.
She put a robe on over the lingerie and did her makeup before putting on the dress. An inexperienced young woman, she was enjoying this trip, the exposure to the business of the convention and the travel that came with it. The hotel facilities and rooms were typically lavish in the Las Vegas style. Every room was a suite, and Dana was lucky enough to have the spacious room to herself. She had luxuriated in the huge bed and upscale bathroom the suite provided.
Putting on her dress she examined herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom and was pleased with what she saw. She had decided on three-inch heels for her shoes since she was already relatively tall at 5'8". Four-inch heels would have been overkill! With the heels on, her legs looked endless as it was. A few last-minute fusses with her long dark hair and she was ready to go.
The cocktail hour was in full swing when she entered the reception area outside the ballroom where dinner would be served. She was given a name tag (with a magnetic back, (thank goodness), which she fastened to the shoulder strap of her dress. It had her first name in large print and her last in much smaller type. It also had her table number noted in the lower corner.
Dana marveled at the crowd and the noise of all the conversations. A waiter came by with glasses of champagne and she accepted one while searching the room for her co-workers. She finally found the younger group at a standing table near the wall and joined them.
"This is crazy!" she said after greetings. "I had no idea this many people were at this conference."
"Dana, your dress is amazing!" This from Charlotte, one of the other junior marketing people at the conference.
"Thanks Char," Dana replied. "You look great too!"
There were two young men as well, both of whom looked too intimidated to say much. They checked to see if they were seated together and found that they were not - all four had different table numbers.
"Any idea who else is at the tables?" Dana asked.
