On the first day of the conference it started with a welcome speech and then just one talk on marketing. We were last to enter as we had played together almost non-stop since arrival, so we stood at the back surveying the seats available. There were a couple of spaces on the end of a row that seemed well positioned but Olivia had also been surveying and decided we would take a pair near the back pulling me along in front of several people who stood up to let us pass.
I quickly became somewhat listless and bored, the subject matter was not inspiring and our lives recently were so exciting, it felt a bit like being trapped. I could tell Olivia felt the same but was also distracted. Her hands and body were fidgety, she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs or moving her fingers, seemingly teasing the guy sitting next to us as well as me. Well that's what I thought. I heard them whisper at one point but couldn't make out the words. It was my fault really for teasing her on the way here and I felt sorry for the poor guy.
Although she must miss Jane, I knew Olivia was more interested in enjoying our time away, just us, rather than being at the conference. So much had happened over the past few weeks and of course we discussed issues endlessly, but seriously despite everything I was loving her even more if that was possible; it was like I never knew what new adventure I might face every day. We were supposed to be relying on our pact not to do anything without the others permission and even then to make sure we were together. But we had pushed the boundaries over the days and I knew she had exceeded them. I was no angel myself once I knew what she was up to, so there was always an edge of uncertainty to keep us on our toes.
At lunch I threw caution to the wind and said, "Let's go to bed," and she almost pulled me off my feet dragging me to the lifts. I laughed "what's got into you?"
"I don't know," she said, "Maybe it's being away with you in a hotel."
"Or could it have anything to do with that guy you were teasing in the hall?"
She looked at me strangely as if she trying to decide what I was alluding to, then decided to have nothing to do with that saying, "Maybe it was your fingers on me most of the way here, you owe me Mister," she smiled.
I kind of knew what she meant, we had a nice room with large windows, right now it was warm, bright, and sunny.
The moment we were through the doors we tore each other's clothes off again and we were back in our private world of pleasure and love. A good while later we were feeling a whole lot better, laying, facing each other as we softly stroked each other's body. "Are we going out tonight?" She asked eventually.
"I'd like to, maybe if you go ahead into the conference I'll do some investigating to see what places are recommended. The reception staff usually have some info. That way you can tell me anything I missed," I replied.
She didn't look 100% happy with being stuck in the conference on her own so I teased, "Well you know that the guy sitting next to you couldn't take his eyes off your legs?" I insinuated a finger between her thighs to feel her heat and yep her imagination was stoking up. "I bet he'd love to secretly do this," I added as I stroked her pussy lips, knowing how much she liked to tease me with her antics. I continued "Or of course you could work your feminine wiles on that good looking bellhop to get information from him, I'm sure he'd be up to giving you just about anything." I was really being evil now, as her imagination went into overdrive. I felt her starting to get wet and knew where her mind was going. I was really beginning to know how to push her buttons and we both adore this two-way teasing. "I bet that big bulge he had in his pants was just from looking at you," I suggested.
At this she decided to voice her own fantasy, when she said, "I wonder how long it takes the lift between floors. A girl could do a lot, going down from top to bottom." She teased, giving as good as me. "I wonder if I could get him off that quick, he looks young enough!"
I decided enough was enough and knowing she was wet, I pulled myself over her and slid my cock inside her moist tunnel in one smooth motion. We were both ready as can be and we savoured the friction between us as I moved in and out of her on a mission to chase away her fantasy and satisfy her. Olivia's hips moved up with my strokes, trying to keep my cock in a tight hold as her hands went to my butt pressing me deeper. Our moans grew together as we erased our frustrations and needs and it seemed so quick when she arched her back and squealed, "keep going, keep going, faster."
I knew she was close and so I released my self-control to concentrate only on our overwhelming need to climax together. When it did, I released inside her and she arched her back, her nails digging sharply into my cheeks. She pulled a pillow across her mouth to silence her scream. So as I flopped down, I peeked underneath the pillow to check she was ok, only to find one of her heart-melting beautiful smiles that had become such a big part of my reason for living.
Our needs were cleansed now for a while and we quickly dressed and made our way to the lifts. Her bellboy was there and she gave him a cute knowing smile then looked down at his crotch, he coloured beautifully and she looked delighted. She left me in the lobby, going on to her next victim I thought to myself, 'she's not so horny now so this tease could be a slow burn.' I wonder if she'll wait for me.
I enquired with the concierge about clubs or bars where we could relax and maybe dance. Not too loudly I added "and somewhere suitable for adults rather than teenagers." I think he got the idea, because he smirked slightly and found a piece of paper and a directory, I pocketed the name of the club and headed into the hall. I spotted Olivia in the same spot and decided not to join her immediately so that I could enjoy watching her. I noticed that her skirt was riding a lot higher than earlier and she was sitting further around as I wasn't there so now her admirer has a better view of her legs.
I thought I'd let her know I was there so I stepped parallel to her so that she could catch me in her peripheral vision. A few minutes passed and she confirmed with a turn up at the corner of her mouth but I didn't think the man next to her had noticed. I moved into the shadows and watched as she accidentally dropped her pad somewhere below her neighbour. I saw her gasp and reach down with her left hand to get it but she toppled slightly. Then I saw her right hand go out to steady herself and it landed right in his crotch.
I nearly laughed out loud, she was so devious and naughty. After a bit of fussing around and a good bit of 'accidental' groping around she finally came up with the pad. I'm so sorry she must have whispered to the guy, like the bellhop. He had gone bright red and she made it worse by brushing his crotch down. I suspected he had quite an erection going and her naughty ruse was working. Sitting back up, her skirt was now even higher but she made no attempt to hide it. I was in two minds whether to join her before the man was tempted to do something I might regret. I don't know why but it was fun to watch and I suspected she had her hand somewhere on him. Wherever it was, it must have been naughty going by his reaction. He had turned more towards her and I suspected his hand was somewhere up her leg.
The location of his hand was confirmed when I saw her bite on her bottom lip as she suppressed a moan, now I was waiting for her signal. The guy had placed his notepad over his lap and what a coincidence, so had she. I saw her right hand reach under his pad and would bet that the movement was her moving down his zip and letting him free. A little grin came to her expression to signal her delight at getting her hand on him. It was very fortunate that it was dark, had I not been looking directly I would not notice her hand moving up and down under his notepad.
Then I saw her naughty smile, I knew it so well when she had achieved something really naughty and then she did something worse because she kissed him. It must have been a thoughtless action because then her head whipped around to look at me and I read the guilt and was it then that she gave something more away. Yes it was that and it was intriguing, she must know that man, they were too comfortable together. I held her gaze firmly, not letting her eyes wander, I looked straight into her eyes as if I was reading her soul. I felt rather than saw the colour drain from her face, but I was sure of it, I wanted my look to burn into her. I held her that way until suddenly she realised her right hand was full of his cum and it startled her to look down for her bag and presumably tissues.
I quickly took the nearest end of row seat and tried to pay attention to the lecture but my thoughts kept diverting. I felt that day by day I was losing the wife I had and was getting a new one, it was something I needed to think about another time. Right now I was looking forward to the future, and how lucky I was to have a beautiful and naughty wife like Olivia even if it was just for a short while. But, that little worry nagged at me, what was I becoming?!.
When we got back to our room, Olivia asked if I had enjoyed her little scene. I grinned and threw her on the bed, ripped off her panties and licked her centre until she cried out for me to stop. "That'll teach you for being such a tease," I said. To which she retorted, "He was very well endowed you know," leaving her sentence hanging. I threw the witch on her knees and took her there and then but I edged her endlessly, slowing down each time she wanted to cum, I thought that could wait for later. When I was ready I pulled out and rose above her mouth and pushed between her lips, she didn't stop me despite her own needs as I enjoyed her mouth and came deep in her throat. I left her hanging and needy as she deserved but was sure there was a great night to look forward to when she was in this kind of mood. I turned and walked into the bathroom knowing she would want to masturbate and after a few minutes I stepped back out to find her fingers working frantically.