Caveats:
This story could be in nonconsent, or group sex, or BDSM, or loving wives, or even humor, although perhaps that's a stretch, as it contains elements of each. I rather arbitrarily chose group sex. If you object to any of these themes, perhaps you should choose to read a different story?
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"Bye, honey. I hope it's a good conference and that your talk is a big success!" he said.
"Thanks, Babe. It's only four days, and three nights we'll be apart, so try not to miss me too much," I said. "By the time I return, your quarantine should be over."
"It's such a drag. Mike was exposed to the virus, and I was exposed to Mike, and now I'm a shut-in for five goddam days," Philip said.
"I know, honey; this way, at least, I'm not being exposed, well, at least, not too much. You know, in case you actually get the virus," I said. We had originally planned for Philip to come to Chicago with me. The virus exposure, even if it was indirect, wrecked those plans. I was going to have a huge hotel room all to myself. Philip always travels in style, and of course he had intended to be there, with me.
"I'm not getting it, Cristina. I feel fine!" he said.
"I'm sure you're not getting it, too, but we're supposed to be cautious," I said.
"I know, I know. Ethics is such a bummer."
"Ain't it, though? Well, you have electronic everything, so enjoy it as much as you can. Not too much porn, okay?" I teased. Philip didn't know that I knew about his pornography habit. He looked surprised but let it go. There was an awkward silence.
"You still want me to Facetime call you each night at 9?" he asked. "What if you're at a reception or a dinner, or something? 9pm in Chicago is the shank of the evening, you know."
"Let's make it 10PM Chicago time, okay babe?"
"Sure. Chicago and Austin are in the same time zones. Bon voyage," he said, turning to go back inside.
"Don't I get a kiss goodbye?" I asked.
Philip made that gesture like 'I could've had a V8,' slapping his forehead, and he turned back around and gave me a kiss I would not easily be able to forget! I felt like going back in and ripping down his pants and bending over for him! However, if I did that, I'd miss my plane. I ended up being hot and bothered in the taxi all the way to the airport!
It's not good to go to a conference all horny. Not good at all.
In the airplane, however, I effortlessly entered my sexless conference, all business, mode. I went over my talk in my head. It's funny: I was to give a one-hour plenary talk, kind of a big deal, but when I went over it in my head it took about 30 seconds. As always, I was scared it was too short, but probably, as always, it was too long. I had a glass of white wine, a perk of flying business class, and it helped me to relax.
**
My talk was a huge success! Everyone was complimenting me on it. I drank only a little at the no host cocktail conference reception, and then I went out with 'the gang' for dinner. Of course, we all opted for Mexican food, with margaritas in view.
At the restaurant, we had a table for ten of us, and Hans made a point of sitting next to me. Everyone knew Hans and I had some history, and in fact, it was my falling in love with Philip that caused me to break up with Hans. I was too slow in breaking up with Hans, however, (breaking up with a guy is not my strong suit, but Philip insisted I do it, and in particular he insisted that I stop sleeping with Hans while I was also sleeping with him) and I was bedding both men for a bit too long for it to be kosher, so there were some hard feelings. It's unfortunate, but I had such strong feeling for both men. It was not easy for me to make a choice between them. Once I had, however, I never looked back.
Hans took my choosing Philip over him rather hard. In retrospect, I think he had even been thinking of marriage. I was surprised, since he had experienced the wild times we had enjoyed at the seashore that one time. Hans didn't seem to mind at all when I slept with Mark and Stew, in addition to him, that wild time at the shore, and so I thought he wasn't thinking he was that committed to me, or that I was, to him. (That was before Philip entered the picture.) I had rotated between the three men; a different guy each night for about two weeks. It was crazy, but life was like that back then.
Mark and Stew were also at the Mexican dinner, and each of them, plus Hans, were ordering pitchers of delicious margaritas, over and over again. There were other women there too, of course, such as Marsha and Marybeth. All of us girls got drunk. The mole sauce was out of this world, as were the margaritas. I lose my responsible nature when I'm drunk.
We all went back to my spacious and luxurious hotel room (Philip reserved it originally for both of us, before the virus interrupted our life; Philip has money -- lots of it). I suddenly realized it was only minutes before Philip's Facetime call, scheduled for 10 o'clock, Chicago time. I shooed the gang out of my room, Marybeth giggling up a storm, by saying we'd meet up at the hotel bar after my call.
Philip's call came right on time, and Philip and I giggled and had fun. I told him how my talk was a success, and described the enchiladas mole I had for dinner, washed down by a boatload of margaritas. I didn't mention Hans, Mark, and Stew, but I did mention Marybeth, since she was a former sweetheart of Philip's, way back when.
"You do in fact sound drunk," Philip said.
"Honey, I'm as drunk as a skunk in a trunk with a monk," I said, giggling over the phone. I giggle a lot when I'm drunk.
"Since you're drunk, why don't you remove your top, and your bra, and let me see those gorgeous boobs I love so much," Philip said.
"Oh, you rake. Well, okay, I guess. It's just for you, right? You're not recording this, or blasting it over the Internet, right?" I replied. Even drunk I knew how Philip was, and he was so talented with technology. After all, he worked at Google. I could imagine anything happening.
He kept pressuring me, so eventually I gave in. I knew from the start I'd give in, but self-respect forced me to make him work for it. I put the phone down, removing my top and also my bra. "How's this?" I asked, returning to the phone.
"All I can see is your face," he said. Philip was a computer nerd, but he was also very much a man, and as such he has a strong admiration of the naked female form -- mine, in particular.
I put the phone farther away. "How's this now?" I asked.
"Gorgeous, lovely, divine," he replied. Before we could continue, someone rang the bell at my hotel room door.
"Just a minute, honey. I'm going to put you on hold while I get the door, okay?"
"Just remember you're topless!"
