This is the third of four short parts. Warning: This chapter contains group sex.
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We did sit in the front row for Bob's talk, and so did Jim, right next to Susan. Bob gave a spectacular talk! He was funny, and clear, and his research was exciting. I know, math research exciting? Well, you had to be there. I was spellbound.
The best part was after his talk, when everyone was done applauding, and all the well-wishers and back-slappers were congratulating him, he had eyes out only for me. He left the auditorium with Susan, Jim, and - most importantly - me. His left arm was around me, and it stayed around me as he shook hands with even more well-wishers as we all tried to exit the auditorium.
I felt like a groupie, bathing in the fame of my rock star 'paramour' as he claimed me as his own with his arm around my waist. I loved it. I love being claimed; being possessed. My insides turn to jello when a man shows off that I'm his, and his alone. The four of us went to the buffet lunch and we all agreed to meet for dinner that evening.
I returned to my room to masturbate, finally. I so, so needed some release. The orgasm came easily as I tickled my thighs and all around my pussy, deliberately tormenting myself. Foreplay is everything when it comes to masturbation, the other component being fantasy. I'm not proud of it, but my hottest fantasy is a threesome, namely me with two men. The men should be all over me, tickling me, tormenting me, sometimes tying me up, but always, always, fucking me to smithereens.
When I finally reached the fucking part of my fantasy, I imagined Bob's lovely circumcised cock plunging into my delicate little pussy repeatedly and relentlessly. My fingers played the role of his cock, first one finger, then two, and finally three fingers, really going at it, pummeling my poor pussy. My other hand was Jim and he was attacking my clitoris, rubbing it lovingly, as only he can (well, as only I can, but hey, it's my fantasy!). My two fantasy lovers drove me to a beautiful climax, and I groaned loudly in appreciation.
Now relaxed, the sexual tension having found its release, I donned my one-piece, modest bathing suit, and went to the sauna and then to the pool. Later I took a long bath, and went out to get my hair washed and blown dry at a beauty salon. I had my nails done, too. About the only thing I skipped was having my eyebrows done. Anyway, I felt pretty, and I was ready for dinner with my new 'paramour,' as Susan insisted on calling Bob.
We all went to dinner, Bob complementing me on how pretty I looked (yay!), and I blushed in response. Susan was all over Jim, and he was all over her, but I tried to behave like a respectful woman dining out with a colleague. I was glad I did, because to my shock there was a colleague, right in front of me. It was Jin Feng, from my own Wabash College no less, at the restaurant.
Jin came to our table to say hello, and I made introductions all around, and Bob said he had read some of Jin's published papers and they arranged to meet for coffee the next day. This was just what I did not need! Luckily, even though we were two men and two women and looked seriously like we were on a double date, I think Jin just thought of us as four colleagues grabbing some dinner together. At least, I hope that's what he thought!
When Jin left we finished dinner and then the four of us went to a nice bar for more drinking and dancing. I gave Bob no resistance as he felt me up through my clothes as we danced. Nobody else from the conference (except for Susan and Jim) were there. By the time we left the bar I was good and drunk, but I still managed to walk in my two-inch heels, albeit perhaps not in a straight line, and the four of us ended up in my hotel room.
I felt safe with Susan and Jim there. Bob and I got the love seat, and Susan and Jim got the bed. After around fifteen minutes Susan and Jim were making out like teenagers, and before long Jim had reduced Susan to her bra and panties. Bob looked at me and I shook my head.
"We can kiss, Bob, but please remember that I'm married. I can't be unfaithful to my husband," I said. That's pretty clear, isn't it?
"I understand," Bob said and we began to kiss. It happened again. Damn it all! Soon I too was down to my bra and panties, but Susan was now topless and only her panties were standing guard over her virtue. Instead of putting the brakes on things by having Susan and Jim there in the room with us, their romantic activity acted more like a catalyst. I could feel palpable danger.
I knew before long Bob would be fingering me and I would enter my trance and we would have sex. Desperate to avoid that, I hatched a plan. It might just work, I convinced myself. A short while later Jim got Susan naked, and she was draped over the love seat, with one leg over the back, the other with her foot on the floor, leaving her wide open. She had a really sexy body, and both Bob and I were captivated.
I don't find a woman's vagina especially attractive, but Susan looked so gorgeous, so inviting, it all worked together, and well, maybe I'm wrong? I think it's not so much the aesthetics of her body but the sexy and seductive way she was draped over the loveseat. Her legs were not just splayed, leaving her shamelessly wide open, but they were artfully splayed. Her pussy was perfectly trimmed, her pubic hair curling gently in tight little coils, just waiting for Jim's light touch.
If I had been a man I'd have been all over her!
I could not believe my eyes. Susan was the sexiest woman I had ever met, and here she was naked before me, her legs spread wide, her eyes closed, and her entire body conveyed a certain sexual welcoming. Jim accepted the shameless invitation and a few moments later he positioned himself. When he entered her, Susan sat up in almost a jump, leaned forward till her breasts touched his chest, and she kissed him. Talk about giving a man a green light! Their sex seemed so magical that I actually got jealous.
I looked at Bob and told him to lose his pants. And his briefs. He smiled at me. I saw total lust on his face and I'm ashamed to say this, but it turned me on. I got on my knees and I kissed his cock. I stroked it lovingly with my hands, and Bob got the message. Thank God he was into this!
I figured if I blew Bob, he would be satisfied, and he would not try to fuck me. I could even get away from him before he became hard again, and be safe from what now began to seem like an inevitable infidelity. I really did not want to be unfaithful to my husband, my dear sweet Gene!
I knew - I'm not stupid - that many people (Susan herself included) would feel I had already been unfaithful both with Philip and also with Bob, having let each of them get me naked and finger me to an orgasm, and now I was happily giving Bob a blowjob, something I had yet to do with my own husband Gene! As I've said before, however, for me, true infidelity is fucking another man. Men consider that the ultimate prize, I'm sure, and I was determined to keep that level of intimacy only for my husband!
I had sucked off a couple of men in college, before I had even met Gene, so I knew what I was doing. I took the tip of his cock in my mouth, caressing its head with my tongue. Bob groaned. It was nice to hear his deep bass groan, which harmonized with Susan's moans as Jim went to town, fucking her silly.