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Conference trips are a necessary part of my job. It was time again for another newspaper related conference. This year it would be in Chicago, one of my favorite cities. I was in circulation planning with a large western newspaper and had spent a lot of time in the Windy City. My main love for Chicago revolved around my love of the blues. There were numerous blues clubs scattered around the city and its' suburbs, however, Center Street with its' small, intimate, local talent clubs is where I liked to spend my time.
This trip I convinced my wife, Kim, to accompany me. Kim also worked for the same newspaper and had no problem convincing the powers-that-be she should attend. Kim still uses her maiden name so we decided to have some fun since not everyone would know we were married.
Here's a little background. I'm 42, 6' 2" and in reasonable shape. Kim is 36, 5' 8" with an athletic build. She has dark brown hair and green eyes with a constant twinkle in them. Her mouth is full with pouty lips that look great wrapped around my cock. Her breasts are a pert B-cup with fat, sensitive nipples that get and remain hard with little stimulation. Her tight ass still makes me twitch; it sits on long gorgeous legs. Hidden between them is her delicious pussy. She keeps it shaven so her prominent inner lips are clearly visible.
After 10 years of marriage, our sex life was still active. We had a few experiences with threesomes, but for the most part we loved each other and each other's company too much to share. Kim is my best friend, confidant and lover. Having seen some of our friends marriages fall to the wayside, we knew that having careers in the same industry was an additional reason things were going so well for us. It gave us something else in common.
The conference was held at the Embassy Suites Hotel. I had upgraded our room to a suite, paying the difference myself. When we entered, spread before us was a large room containing a king sized bed, sofa and a nice sized hot tub. The far wall was all glass with sliding doors leading to a private balcony. The large bathroom had a roomy walk-in glass shower. We put our things away and got comfortable.
Kim asked me to join her in the shower. No way was I going to ignore that invitation. She was entering the shower as I walked in. Her ass cheeks beckoned me to hurry. We held each other gently while gazing in each other's eyes. As we kissed, our love and hunger showed in our eyes even after all these years. As our tongues explored, I squeezed her tight ass and pulled her closer. My cock was trapped against her belly. We took turns soaping each other up and washing all the nooks and crannies.
Kim sank to her knees and held my cock close to her mouth. She teasingly kissed and licked the head. My 7" pole was aching for her to engulf me. She pulled back my foreskin and squeezed my shaft. Her lips neared their target, but stopped. When I groaned in mild frustration, she smiled, opened her luscious mouth and swallowed me to the root. Her tongue, lips and hand kept getting me close, but each time Kim would stop. This is a familiar game with her. When I couldn't take anymore of her teasing, I picked her up until she was able to wrap her legs around me. I then let her slide down until my cock was buried in the comfort of her velvety grasp.
I backed her against the wall and proceeded to pound her pussy until my sperm flooded her. She wasn't too far behind. We held each other until her shuddering eased. Kim slid down and hugged me. "You still give great shower," she said smilingly.
We both put on boxers; Kim added a short tank top that left her belly bare. This was our normal relaxed home-wear. I got a beer and a red wine out of the mini-bar and headed for the balcony with Kim trailing. We sat on soft chairs at the small cushion. I opened the wine and handed it to my wife. We discussed how these conferences had changed over the years. The newspaper industry used to be predominantly a male domain. The few women attending these conferences were considered fair game and pursued relentlessly. Those not complying would soon have rumors flying thru the industry implying they were gay. This week's conference would be about 40% women, many in high corporate positions. The pursuing during downtimes, however, would continue, only now from both fronts.
This last part was what Kim and I were discussing. We were both still in a dreamy sexual afterglow and our thoughts were still focused on our feelings. I reminded Kim it had been almost six months since we had a three-way encounter with our good friend and neighbor Dave. (That may have to be another story) Since few knew we were husband and wife, she was going to be hit on. I let her know if someone interested her, I was okay with it. I would prefer a threesome, but just wanted to know all the details if she went with a one-on-one.
Kim gave me a throaty chuckle and said, "You love to see me in my slut role. But you're right, the time might be right for some new experiences."
"My love, you are a slut even when it's only you and I."
We agreed that Kim would wear business attire during the conference, but would change to sexy evening wear at day end. Also, we would interface as colleagues from the same newspaper, friendly and familiar but nothing more to observing eyes. If something came up it would be up to Kim to decide whether she wanted to pursue it or not.
We had the rest of the evening to ourselves as the conference started tomorrow morning. We decided to explore the blues clubs on Center Street and eat there while enjoying the music. We dressed and got ready to go. I put on slacks and golf shirt; Kim in a short mid-thigh skirt and a sleeveless top that showed her braless breasts to advantage. Her fat nipples pointed the way. She was evidently in an exhibitionist mood.
A short cab ride later and we were in front of Blues Chicago, a local club I have always had luck at. They featured only local talent with occasional named entertainers dropping in. Their food was okay. We had a about a 20 minute wait for opening and joined a line of maybe 30 people. When the doors opened, we paid the cover charge and were able to get a booth close to the stage. The show wouldn't start for another hour, giving us time to eat and enjoy a few drinks.
The waiter taking our drink order seemed to be enthralled by Kim's on-display nipples and the clear view down her front. His attention ensured that they stayed in that condition. Kim, my little slut, took her time considering what drink to order. When she crossed her arms under her breasts and asked him what he suggested, I thought he was going to choke. A faint outline of his cock appeared in his pants. When he left with our order, I laughingly scolded her for teasing the poor guy. "Bet you we don't have to wait for our drinks all night," she coyly remarked.
A bit later we ordered our meal and when it arrived, enjoyed it along with the background blues playing while we waited for the main show. Kim was right, as usual; our attentive and staring waiter delivered our drinks speedily.