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Conference Wife

By: BillAdams



My name is Bill. I'm 51 and a married family man. My life is mostly as conventional as you would expect. But this is a story about something exciting that happened to me. 

It's a long story and may not mean very much to you. In fact, most people would find it pretty boring. But for a guy like me who usually plays by the rules and doesn't get much excitement, it was something that I'll always remember. 

I'm like millions of other people. I grew up in a suburb you've never heard of, outside a big city no one cares about. I was a happy kid with a good family, but bored. High school was four years of feeling everyone else was having more fun than me. We were religious, but I won't get much into that for this story, except that it didn't exactly help the idea that I was missing out on all the real fun. 

My wife and I grew up together and we basically drifted into a relationship and marriage at a young age. I love her but we have really grown in different directions and our marriage has struggled for a few reasons beyond the usual strains of life and kids. I might say more about that in a different story. I love her and am committed to her. But I always find myself thinking what I missed out on as a young man, and how things might have turned out differently. I realize most middle-aged guys feel that way, but it consumes me more and more - this feeling that I somehow missed out on all the fun. 

I wasn't the smartest kid in class, but I did all right and got into a good college program. This led me into a career in a fairly specialized field and industry. Chances are you don't know much about my industry, which is pretty small and not at all glamorous. I've done pretty well for myself, becoming a partner in a successful firm. But even in an industry that already has a boring reputation, I have a reputation for being a straight arrow. As with everything else, I somehow chose the safe path rather than the fun one. So I'm a good guy who follows the rules, whose life is an open book, and who always does the right thing. I guess I should be grateful for all this, and I am. But more and more it grates on me. Always being the responsible one can get pretty boring. That's why what happened in this story was so exciting for me. 

Our industry has an annual convention. I used to find it really interesting with all the seminars and display booths and people to meet. Now I mostly go because that's what a senior partner should do. I do a lot of networking and stuff which is okay but feels pretty repetitive, since it's mostly the same people year after year. So most of it is pretty boring, like everything else in my life it seems.

The one thing that makes it still interesting is that for a few years I've had what I call a "conference wife." 

I didn't have a name for this for a long time, but it made instant sense when I came across it somewhere. No hanky-panky involved. Her name is Diane and she's almost my age. We've known each other for many years, back when we used to work at the same place.

Now we live a thousand miles apart, working for different firms with our own lives and families. But we both go to the conference year after year, and we have a lot of the same professional interests and similar personalities. So if neither of us has anyone else in particular to be with, we look around for each other, sit together, etc. It works pretty good. So..."conference wife."

I sometimes wonder if people have noticed and been curious about Diane and me. There's nothing else going on. But I have to admit I like the mystery, even if it's just in my head. Our industry is mostly guys - maybe twenty percent of all the people at this conference are women. I know Diane doesn't hang out with me because I'm a hot stud. More the opposite. In a place with so much guys, some of them not known for their progressive attitudes, I'm somebody "safe" for her. Kind of neutered, really. Still, my life is so boring that it's a perpetual ego boost to have this woman walking around with me. 

I won't deny I've had impure thoughts about Diane. A lot, in fact. She is an attractive 40ish mom - nothing special to you maybe, but I think she's hot. She has dark shoulder-length hair, a medium build and an expressive smile. So it's definitely nice to have this woman with me lighting up the room at boring dinners even though there's nothing to it. And I often go back alone to my hotel room afterward and entertain all kinds of thoughts about Diane with her clothes off. But between our friendship, our marriages and our professional reputations, I would never think of doing anything more. All guys have sex fantasies and Diane isn't the only woman I fantasize about. But I keep it in all in my head (or my little head...) and that's where it stayed. Until recently.

The Convention

This year looked much like the others. The convention was in a city I'd been to a few times and knew well. It stretches out over four nights and five days, starting with an evening reception, three full days of displays, presentations and stuff, and a final morning of meetings. There was only one small difference this year. We had a larger than usual group going from my firm, and had only a limited number of rooms blocked in the main convention center hotel, where I normally stay. So I volunteered to stay at a backup hotel. It was a twenty minute walk away but I figured I could get some exercise. Everything else was the same as always.

I flew out in the afternoon and headed straight for the convention center to register before going to my hotel. I was standing around with some others from the company when I heard a familiar sound. "Hello there."

I recognized Diane's voice and turned. I was happy to see her. We inevitably met up like this without even arranging it. She looked much the same as always, professionally attired in a conservative black skirt and white blouse - no pantsuits for her, or deep cleavage like some women. She smiled back at me and we exchanged a bit of home and office news. Then I asked her where she was staying.

"Oh, I was too slow to book anything good. I've been banished to a place nowhere near here." She named my hotel.

"No kidding," I said. "Guess where I am."

"The same?" 

"Yep."

She smiled. "Well, that's one nice thing. We can travel back and forth together." I was excited. As you know by now, I just like being with Diane. We talked some more and agreed to shuttle over to the hotel together. We put our things in a cab outside and kept talking the whole way. 

We were still talking as we got to the hotel check-in. I let her go first and she gave her name to the clerk. He checked the computer but seemed to take a while. He even began scratching his head. He asked Diane for her name again. He called over another employee. We both got a sinking feeling.

"I'm sorry, we don't have anything under your name." Diane isn't the type to swear, but she looked pissed. She argued she had a reservation. They asked for a confirmation number and she just stared at them. She took out her phone and scrolled around looking for the right email, but no success, still arguing with them. Eventually she threw up her hands and said "just give me a room!"

"I'm sorry, ma'am. We're fully booked tonight." She gave the stare again. Frankly, it was kind of sexy, though I felt her frustration. 

Diane turned to me, suddenly changing to a look of helpless adrift. So I turned on my executive confidence and told her it would be sorted out. The manager arrived but we had a fruitless conversation. I was getting frustrated myself and finally decided the best thing to do was get my own room, put down our stuff, and then figure out where she could stay. My own reservation was fine and soon we were moving up the elevator. Diane was still alternating from fuming to helpless as we pushed into my room. But her face changed as she walked in.

"Wow, this is so nice!" I looked around. It was better than I expected. The decor was very modern and cool, with two double beds. Diane walked into the bathroom and started to giggle.

"Hey, is this the honeymoon suite?"

I stuck my head in and understood. There was a large walk-in shower, all glass and definitely fitting more than one person. It looked a bit odd since the room had two double beds, but the counter was marble and also really nice. Perhaps this was the standard hotel shower? I swear I hadn't known all this when I booked the place and told Diane that. She giggled again. "Yeah, right," she said. She knew I was easy to tease.

I suggested we start figuring out her options. I called down to confirm there was still nothing in the hotel. The main conference hotel was also sold out, of course. We surfed travel sites and made some calls but nothing was available except some dodgy-sounding places or hotels far away from downtown. 

Diane was mulling over her crummy choices and suddenly looked at me. "Bill, can I just stay here?"

Now I'll admit I had certainly thought of that option but there was no way I was going to mention it. The obvious thing to do was to be a gentleman and give up the room entirely, taking one of the crappy options. I was ready to do that. But the idea of being sharing my room with Diane was electrifying, even though I knew it didn't mean...well...anything.

I carefully answered, "Well, sure. But only if you think that's the best choice." I left it hanging a bit. Please say yes, I thought.

She answered: "Sorry, you're right. That was totally weird. Forget I asked." 

Nooo, I thought. I went for the save. "No, I mean, it's totally fine with me. I mean, yeah, it's a little weird, but...it's okay with me." 

She replied, "But I guess not everyone would think that way if they found out." 

"True,' I conceded, desperately trying to play it cool. 

She bit her lip, something I'd never seen her do. "I know. But we've known each other - how many years? There's two beds. And I love this room. I don't think I want to tell my husband and I don't know what your wife would think..but..if there's no other option, and we're both okay with sharing the space..." 

I actually felt my heart pounding. I was incredibly excited about sharing a room with Diane, even though I knew it was probably going to be pretty complicated. The whole reason she was even thinking about it was that I was a "safe" middle-aged guy who would act with the utmost propriety. I knew I wasn't going to see anything of course, except maybe her in the morning in a tightly tied robe. 

And honestly, that's all I wanted. Despite all my fantasies over the years, I didn't actually want to sleep with Diane and break my marriage vows. But it was pretty exciting to think about this level of intimacy with Diane. And it would have be secret. I don't have many secrets.

So we agreed. There wasn't any discussion about rules. I don't know if that even occurred to Diane. In all our years of friendship and despite my regular fantasies, I never had any idea if she thought of me sexually. I'd hoped so, of course, but I was pretty sure she didn't. But now...a man and a woman together in a hotel room...well, something must have occurred to her, but nothing was said. I think she just still trusted me. 

Kind of humiliating, but again: my life is boring. I'll take what I can get.

We hung up her things in the closet beside mine, and after a few minutes in the bathroom to freshen up, she emerged and we headed back to the convention. 

We arrived as the reception was starting and Diane soon disappeared with some other people. I was networking as well but found myself mentally drifting, completely preoccupied by this new development and wondering what would happen later that evening. I had committed to having dinner with some possible clients; Diane also had some plans with others too. 

Thankfully the clients were even more straight-laced than me. The dinner was all business and ended by ten o'clock. Diane and I kept in touch by text so I knew she was nearby and about done too. I headed over to the taxi stand and soon Diane sidled up. We quickly ducked into a cab, both probably hoping no one noticed. Soon were opening the door to "our" room, talking and trading new industry gossip.

And then we were inside.

Diane was still chatting. But all evening I had been wondering how things were going to work. I hadn't packed any pyjamas. Did Diane stay up late? Maybe read in bed or watch TV? I realized I knew nothing about this personal side of her and hadn't exactly prepared to reveal my own habits. 

"So...lights out in five minutes?" I joked. I wasn't sure what else to do.

She stopped and almost snorted. "I don't think so. What do you usually do after getting back here?"

Think about you, I thought. But that didn't seem appropriate. I told her I usually worked or watched TV. 

She perked up. "Tell you what. I should catch up on emails. Turn on the TV and I can watch with you while I answer them." 

I said it sounded good to me. I did know a bit about her TV habits, so we checked the guide and I found a reality show I knew she liked and turned it on. She smiled and climbed up on the bed closer to the window, snuggling into the pillows with her laptop. She had kicked off her shoes and now untucked her blouse as well. She seemed very settled. 

Meanwhile, I was highly preoccupied with other thoughts. The lack of pyjamas posed an immediate problem. After all, what guy packs pyjamas if he expects to be alone? Sometimes I bring workout gear but hadn't bothered, assuming the walk from the hotel was all I'd have time for. I just had business clothes and underwear with me. I was pretty sure Diane had a nightgown or pyjamas, since women pack that sort of thing no matter what. And I was rethinking the entire idea, especially how dangerous or embarrassing it would be if anyone found out. Why didn't I find a different place myself? Why had I let my little head do my thinking? 

Meanwhile, she was still happy with her show and pillows. I settled onto my own bed and surfed my phone aimlessly, not sure what to do. Suddenly Diane blurted out, "Crap!"

"What?"

She was doing her stare thing again. I waited but she said nothing for a moment. "Just something I forgot," she finally said.

"What? Toothbrush?"

"No." She was quiet again. Then she said quietly, "I guess I didn't think through everything."

Now I was really curious. I figured I could press her a bit. "Something I can go out and get for you?" If she needed a toothbrush, there were several all-night stores nearby, but I was pretty sure that wasn't it.

"No," she said again. Another long pause and then she drew a breath. "I just realized I didn't bring anything to sleep in." She seemed genuinely embarrassed. I was delighted. 

"Well, to be honest, neither did I," I said. "I was planning to be discreet in the dark."

She laughed. "Well, I guess I'll have to do the same." 

Now that she was smiling again, I pressed some more. I thought about making a joke about warm flannels or something, but figured I'd take more of a risk. "So, do you usually not pack anything to sleep in?" I imagined Diane sleeping in just panties, or maybe even nude. 

She paused yet again, and then said, "Not usually. I meant to bring a pajama tee but I know I forgot to put it in the suitcase." Then she turned the tables. "What about yourself?"

I wasn't going to stop this conversation. "No, if I assume I'm going to be by myself, I don't worry too much about it."

"So what do you sleep in....exactly?"

"Well, at home, I usually wear pyjama bottoms," I said truthfully. "But if I'm by myself, I don't really see the need." This was also true.

"Hmm," she said. "So do you feel comfortable walking around your hotel room that way too?"

I casually threw up my hands and answered, "Well, yeah."

She rolled her eyes and replied, "That is such a guy thing. Do you at least wear underwear?"

I lied. "Yes." Then I pressed back. "Don't you ever do that?"

"What? Walk around a hotel room in my underwear?"

"Yes." Or nude, I thought.

"Well sometimes of course. But that's what a robe is for." 

"I honestly don't get it." I said. "Unless there was a building right beside you and someone could easily see through the window."

"Haha," she said. "Would you at least cover up then?" 

I smiled back. "Probably not. It's my room, after all." This was getting interesting even though she was sure to shut it down soon. 

"Not worried about the world seeing you in your underwear?" She smiled. "Or less?" 

"Nope," I said. "Even with less." I was getting excited admitting going around with nothing on to Diane, even though it would go nowhere.

She was still smiling, but hard to read. The smirk was gone. "A total guy thing. You think the world wants to see your..." she paused and leaned forward a little. "Your you know." 

I liked where she was going, even if she wasn't ready to say cock or penis. "No objections," I said. "But I can see how a woman wouldn't feel as safe being seen naked and bare assed through her window."

She was keeping up eye contact more than I expected. "No," she agreed. "It's just not a good idea. Who knows what might happen - next thing the guy is waiting for you outside the hotel." 

I agreed. "That makes sense. But if there's no other building and no one to see...then why does it matter?"

"It just does." She was still smiling. 

"Even though no one's going to actually see your...bare ass?" Or bare breasts, I thought.

She smiled. "I think we'd better stop this and get some sleep."

With that, she put away her laptop and headed for the bathroom. After a while she emerged in a tightly-tied robe with her clothes neatly folded. I then did the same, stripping nude in the bathroom and then putting on a robe as well. When I came out, she was in the bed still wearing the robe with most of the lights turned off. I climbed into my bed and turned off the last lamp. 

"Okay, mister. No peeking."

In the darkness I could hear her taking off the robe. I stripped mine off as well and threw it on the floor. I wanted to look over but knew I wouldn't see much anyway. 

We lay there quietly. "Comfortable?" I asked.

She murmured, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

I was already stroking my cock thinking about how little Diane was wearing. "Well, yeah." I confessed but as lightly as I could. I assumed she had panties on but probably nothing else. I felt myself hardening as I wondered what her bare tits looked like.

"I actually am," she said. "Except that I have a strange nearly naked man in my room."

"Well, I've got a nearly naked woman in my room."

She laughed a little. Then she suddenly became as direct as ever, "Don't get any ideas, but it's kind of fun, isn't it?"

"It definitely is fun."

"Mmhm. Good night, Bill."

"Good night, Diane."

I lay there pondering her words and stroking myself. I wanted to cum but it would have just been too hard to pull off silently. So I just kept touching and thinking about doing very naughty things with Diane as I drifted to sleep.

The First Morning

I woke up early as I always do. I lay in bed for a while looking over and admiring Diane's head and bare shoulders peeking out from her blankets. She was so sexy, and right there in my hotel room with me.

After a while I got up. Not bothering to put on the robe, I quietly walked nude to the bathroom, stopping and turning once to look at her, and enjoying having my limp cock pointed right at her. I shaved nude in the shower, noticing there were even two showerheads in the oversize, totally transparent space. I dressed in the bathroom. When I emerged, she was still asleep. 

I started the in-room coffee but I know she liked something better. The hotel had room service but I also knew there was a good coffee shop below, so I left and went downstairs. Not knowing exactly what to get Diane, I ordered a regular coffee, two different lattes, a smoothie and an armful of baked goods and headed back upstairs with my load, hoping not to run into anyone I knew. 


Conference Wife



When I got back to the room, she was lying propped up in bed with the her phone sipping the in-room coffee. She smiled when she saw me and even more when she saw my supplies. "Mmm, much better" she said, putting down her drink. I laid out the selection for her and she made her picks. I nibbled on the rest.

"Don't expect breakfast in bed every morning," I said.

She smiled. "Then you'd better not expect a nearly naked woman every night then." She even winked!

I let that simmer between us for a while. Then I asked her about her plan for the day.

"I'm actually thinking of staying here a bit. I want to prepare for my panel tomorrow."

"Your what?"

"My panel. Didn't I tell you? I'm on a panel discussion tomorrow afternoon."

I didn't know, so she told me a little more about it. It was about industry trends and was a nice professional honor. I was proud of her and told her so. She smiled. It was different than the smile when we bantered about going naked. She appreciated the professional compliment. 

I did have to get there early and connect with some people. I decided to walk to the convention center while she relaxed and did her prep in the room. Naturally I would have liked to stay and hang out with a scantily-clad Diane and see what other provocative things she might say, but I knew she'd appreciate the space. So I soon said goodbye as she lay there sipping her latte.

In the lobby I ran into some guys I knew - Wilson and Wyatt. I think of them by their last names because they address everyone else that way. I've known them for years but we are very different. I mentioned earlier how I'm always the straight man; they're always aggressively macho. They greeted me by commenting about scuffs on my shoes, which was typical for them. Then they kept on joshing:

"Adams (my last name), they still let you into this thing every year?"

I knew how to keep up with them. "Only to keep an eye on you." They had been debating getting a taxi but decided to walk with me, which was annoying. Sure enough, the next twenty minutes was full of jock talk and jokes at the expense of others. 

But I didn't really care. The whole time I was thinking: I've got a secret woman in my room and you don't. I thought about Diane in bed with almost nothing on, happily enjoying the things I brought her, and how she was now probably totally nude and soaping herself all over in my big glass shower. 

I felt so powerful with this secret. I hadn't felt this way in a long time. Thinking about naked Diane back in my room made me feel like I was stepping on these losers and crushing them under my scuffed shoes. 

The two macho guys, my inflated ego and I soon all arrived at the convention center. I walked around display tables and ducked into some presentations. It all went fast. I looked around for Diane and considered texting her but kept hesitating. I knew she'd be doing fine and I wanted to play it cool. I conferred with my partners about my client dinner and other things we were doing. It was all professionally exhilarating and at times I forgot entirely about Diane.

Finally, heading into a big afternoon session, I saw her in a small group on the other side of the room. I didn't get much out of the presentation because I was trying to keep her in sight. She was wearing a dark conservative dress. I found myself wondering how we would get ready for bed that night. As the session was ending, I texted her: "Hope things are good over the west side of the room." She soon turned and saw me. I just smiled because I didn't want others to see me with her more than I could help.

Walking out, I tried to concentrate more than ever on work. I was talking with one of our junior employees, a young woman named Julie. She was asking questions about the presentation we had just heard, but that I barely remembered, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. 

"There you are." It was Diane. Her dark dress still made it pretty clear there was a great body underneath. She introduced herself to Julie and made a joke about me. They kept talking and pretty much ignored me. Then Diane suddenly turned to me and said, "Can I borrow Julie tonight?" I was confused. Diane explained that she had arranged to have dinner with some other industry women and thought Julie might want to come "and hear how to deal with macho guys like you." I was flattered even though she was joking. 

I was also a bit disappointed because I had been trying to figure out how to have dinner alone with Diane. But that didn't seem possible so I said yes, Julie should go. They both smiled. Diane started to leave but then stopped and said quietly to me, "Let's get a drink before dinner." 

I smiled. She was still my conference wife.

Around five o'clock we went to a nearby bar. We found a table that left us in plain sight but with no other seats so no one could join. We talked shop about the day and her coming presentation. She complimented me for supporting female employees like Julie. I said she was no different than any anyone else.

Diane replied, "Except that she doesn't have a penis like most of the people here." 

I'll admit I was a bit thrown off by that one and could only mumble my agreement. Then I said a little more firmly, "That's true."

Diane threw me off again. "Not that there's anything wrong with penises themselves."

I recovered quicker this time and said, "I hope not."

She smiled, clearly having fun with me, "I'm actually a big fan of penises. In the right place at the right time, of course."

I was now ready and said slowly, looking at her, "At the right time." 

"Yes," she said to me, looking back. "Some other times it's just not right." 

"Though it's sometimes not easy to tell exactly," I said.

She was looking back. "That's right. Sometimes you're just not sure and you just have to see what happens."

I said, "I think I understand."

"Good," she said. "Are you going to take me back after dinner tonight?" 

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy."

We finished our drink and went our separate ways. I had dinner with some young up-and-coming guys from the industry, which was a bit of a cold shower but still an ego boost in its own way. These young guys actually seemed to respect me and want to hear what I had to say. It made me feel good, but in the back of my mind all I could think about was Diane talking about penises.

It went late, but as I was heading out, I met Diane and Julie coming back from their own dinner. Julie said she had a good time. I made a mental note to make sure to connect her with the other guys from the dinner. We said goodbye and Diane and I headed for the taxi stand walking as far apart as possible.

In the taxi she leaned against me a bit. "I'm tired." She had been drinking a little. I was a little worried because I didn't want to mess with that. But she perked up as we got to the hotel. We darted through the lobby and were soon entering our room.

The shoes came off again and she flopped onto her bed. "No emails tonight."

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yes, and ready for bed," she answered. I said I was as well. 

"Good." She paused. "How do you want to do it this time?"

I froze even though I'd been hoping for pretty much that question. "How do you mean?" 

"Well, Mr. Guy. I know I'm cramping your style in here." She smiled. "We both know you'd be strutting around here nude if it wasn't for me. In fact you have been anyway." I looked at her quizzically. 

She went on. "Mr. Sleeps Nude. I could see the reflection in the window this morning when you got up."

I was surprised, thrilled and confused all at once. I hadn't thought about that. No wonder she had been talking about penises earlier - she had seen mine. And I had deliberately been a perv, exposing my cock at her! Thank goodness I hadn't started playing with myself.

She saw the expression on my face. "Hey, it's okay. You thought I was sleeping."

"I did."

"But now I know you sleep in the nude."

"I do. I didn't think you wanted to hear that though. Or see my...penis."

She smiled. "Well, now I know. And I have."

"And you waited all day to tell me? Except for some heavy hinting earlier?"

"Well," she said. "Bill, honestly, I decided to think about it. I'm having fun with this. Are you?"

"I am."

"But I think it's best we don't have too much fun."

"I agree." 

"But you're a good guy. I totally trust you, and I'd like a little fun too. Just a little." 

"Okay." 

"So I'm not going to worry about what you see and don't see." To make her point, she got up and turned her back to me. "And this zipper was murder to do up this morning." I got the message and began to unzip the back of her dress. 

It went halfway down her back and I saw her bra strap. And then I saw a lot more, as she shimmered it off over her hips. Soon Diane was in just her underwear. With me. She smiled at me looking at her. "Perv."

I answered, "Hey, I was just helping." I was totally overwhelmed. Her underthings were white satin - nothing fancy but nice and classy. They looked marvelous to me. Her breasts were nicely supported by her bra and they looked almost exactly as I had imagined a hundred times while wishing I had x-ray vision. Her panties were fairly full coverage and seemed to be holding in her tummy a bit. Her hips were curvy and just right. Diane in her underwear was awesome.

She looked at me and said, "Bullshit." But she was still smiling and headed to the bathroom. This gave me a look at her gorgeous ass moving as she walked. She didn't look back as she closed the door.

I took off my jacket, tie and socks but then wasn't quite sure what else to do. Somehow it didn't seem right to strip down and greet her that way. I busied myself with some documents from the day. When she emerged, she looked at me, almost disappointed.

"You're going to sleep in your clothes?"

"Uh, no."

"Well then get ready for bed. It's lights out." She walked around the room in bra and panties, turning off lights. I was mesmerized again. Her body jiggled nicely as she moved. Her breasts looked nice and firm. She had bits of natural folds and wrinkles everywhere that just made her look exactly as a fortysomething woman should. And her ass was sexy as hell. I concentrated on it, watching her ass cheeks and the satin shifting with her every move. 

She stopped, catching me, and said, "I mean it, mister." She then scrambled into bed and drew the covers up to her chest, though her bra was still visible.

I took my cue and removed my shirt. Then my pants. She watched as I lowered them down to reveal my tight boxer underwear. She kept looking. I could feel myself hardening, though luckily not too much. She watched as I headed to the bathroom. When I returned, she was still in bed with her bra on, and her bed light was the only one one. She watched me get into my own bed. 

She then said, "Anything else?"

"You want me to get your light?"

"No, I'm okay. Not yet. Anything else you need to do?"

I understood and, under the covers, stripped off my boxers and tossed them on the floor while she watched. Now I was nude again and this time she knew it. "Wouldn't want to cramp your style," she said.

"No problem."

Then she drew up her own covers a bit, and fumbled around removing her bra. I watched and caught the briefest glimpse of bare breasts. Then she held the covers as she reached over to turn off the light. The covers slipped a bit and I saw one bare tit and nipple completely before the light went out. 

It was now dark. "Comfortable?" she said.

"Very." I was now stroking my rock hard cock thinking about Diane's tits.

"Me too." She paused. "Bill, was that fun?"

"Very." I kept stroking. "Was it fun for you?"

"Mmm...no comment. What was fun about it?"

I thought for a second. "That you wanted me to see."

"I did," she said. "I also liked seeing you."

"I'm glad."

"Good night."

"Good night."

There was no way I was going to fall asleep. I was so excited and so full of sexual tension that I knew I had to cum. I had both hands on my cock and balls, stroking and thinking about the last two days and the laser image of Diane topless in my mind. She had deliberately teased me with a glimpse of her tits, and I was so fine with that. 

But equally good was how she had walked around, jiggling, natural and nearly bare, and especially her awesome ass. I kept replaying the image over and over of her bum cheeks shifting as she walked around in her panties. I kept thinking how I had this awesome woman right now in my hotel room, happy and trusting me, letting me see her bare breast and proudly letting me eye her ass. Maybe being "safe" wasn't so bad after all. And she had watched me strip, definitely checking out me out with approval, and then pretty much telling me to get nude in bed, baring my cock under her orders. 

I stroked and played with my balls thinking about Diane in her underwear and how I would get her naked. I'd undo her bra and free those breasts, caressing and playing with them. Then I'd get behind her and slip those silky panties down her ass, maybe first reaching inside to finger her a little. She'd be so hot that she'd lean back and rub against my cock, then turn around and fish it out of my boxers. I'd be hard and stiff and I thought about Diane seeing and admiring my erect cock.

I kept silent as I thought about Diane kneeling down and taking me in her mouth. She would play with my balls, cooing and admiring them as she paused between mouthfuls of cock. I would watch Diane's bare tits jiggle as I fucked her mouth. She was submissive and only wanted to please me. She was bent over and I imagined what she looked like from behind, her ass and pussy high up in the air as she sucked me. She was telling me how big and hard I was. She would tell me how she had always fantasized about my cock, and how every year she spent her hotel nights masturbating about me, wondering if I found her as hot as she found me.

I imagined her telling me that all the women at the dinner had talked about how they had secret fantasies about me. They had confessed to each other that they played with themselves thinking about me. 

I stroked furiously thinking about Diane sucking my cock while the other women jealously watched, all stripped nude themselves with their hot tits and asses, and all begging Diane for a taste of my cock. But Diane was mine and I was going to please her first. I thought of her looking up at me as I shot a big creamy load into her mouth and all over her face, letting her have every drop of my seed rather than sharing it with the other women that also wanted me. I kept absolutely silent, fantasizing about all these naked women as I pumped a mess of sloppy cum all over my hands and sheets.

Now I was relaxed, but felt bad for my nasty thoughts. I punished myself by not moving from the mess of my own cum. I fell asleep with a secret inside my secret.

The Second Morning

I woke up sticky. It was early again. Diane seemed asleep, even through the window reflection. 

I got up and walked over to the window close to her bed, careful to watch the reflection this time. I was totally nude just a few feet from her, my cock still sticky with the cum I had unloaded fantasizing about her. But any guilty thoughts vanished just from the beautiful sight of her asleep and bare-shouldered. I decided not to push it. I headed for the bathroom and was soon in the shower washing off the cum. I played with myself thinking about Diane soon standing in the same space nude, but didn't let myself climax. At my age you only have so much ammunition, and I wanted to stay buzzed for another day with this exciting woman.

I came out wearing underwear. She was awake and drew up the sheets to make sure she was covered. She looked at me and my underwear and smiled, "Nice. Can I give you my breakfast order?"

"You bet."

"Mmm." She told me what she wanted. I dressed and went downstairs. When I returned, she was in the bathroom with the door slightly open.

"Bill, is that you?"

"It better be."

"I want good coffee. Now." She almost sounded whiny.

"Want me to slip it through the door?"

"No it's fine." She opened the door. She had nothing but panties on. Her breasts were totally bare. I nearly dropped everything as i gazed at her nipples. They were like headlights. Her breasts definitely had a little sag but were nice handfuls and just right. Especially since they were Diane's breasts.

She took the latte. "Perv." But she smiled as she closed the door. I watched her panty-clad ass disappear.

I just stood still for a while. I heard the shower start. I thought about how Diane was taking her scrap of panties off and now she was totally nude. I stroked through my clothes thinking about her bare breasts and trying to recall every tiny detail. 

There was nothing particularly memorable about her tits and nipples except that they had just been on display for me, which was all that mattered. I thought about what it would be like to suck them. To actually hold her nice handfuls in my hands, playing with them while she watched and maybe moaned. Then listening to the water, I thought about her soaping up her breasts in the shower, and that great ass with her panties off. I wondered what she looked like from the front and her shaving habits. For several minutes I was completely lost in fantasy stroking myself, imagining Diane on the other side of the door.

Then I realized what I was doing and snapped out of it. I wasn't going to lose control like last night in bed. I decided the most mature thing was to get ready for the day. So I assembled everything ready to go and then sat down and answered some emails. Frankly, I felt pretty powerful and efficient - working hard but in the back of my mind thinking how I just saw Diane's tits, free and clear, and now she was naked in what I still thought of as "my" shower. I was the man. 

My phone rang. It was my wife. 

I had texted and emailed home a few times but this was the first call. Frankly, it wasn't that hard to shift gears and talk to her. I just left out one enormous thing. Part of me felt like shit. But another part thought: it's just a secret. I need a secret. 

This was the most amazing thing that had happened to me in a long time. I didn't want to hurt my wife in any way. Really. But I wanted this time with Diane too. It just made me feel so good and alive. I was so tired of being the straight man. Now I was the straight man with a big hot secret. So I totally compartmentalized it.

But hanging up, I forced myself to think exactly where this was going - something I had been trying hard to avoid for almost two days. Did I actually want to sleep with Diane? Hell, did I want to leave my wife for Diane? I honestly thought no to both. I was incredibly excited by Diane - the teasing, the way she was revealing her body to me, the license she was giving me, and just the power it gave me. I felt so alive and such a man. 

But for all the flirting, and despite all my fantasies, I wasn't sure I actually wanted to fuck Diane for real. Correction - of course I wanted to fuck her...hard. But I wasn't willing to court the consequences. I was glad that last night had just been a dirty fantasy and nowhere near reality. She was just a friend. She was my conference wife. We were sharing a little secret together and having fun.

The shower had been off for a while. Soon I heard her call out, "Bill, don't look, okay?"

"Okay." I heard her emerge and moving around. 

After a while she said, "it's okay now. If you want." I turned around and she was in black underwear this time, putting on a pullover top. I admired her ass as her head and arms temporarily disappeared. Then she put on a yellow skirt and started readying her things. 




Conference Wife



We agreed it was best to leave separately, so I headed for the lobby while she took a last look at her notes for the panel that afternoon. Wilson and Wyatt were downstairs and their stupid conversation resumed from yesterday. I mentioned I was waiting for Diane and that she was also staying at the hotel.

"Oh yeah," said one of them. "You guys are buddies." I agreed, mentioning our common history. 

"I'd stay buddies with that hot ass anytime," said the other. 

I stared at him. "Excuse me?"

He wasn't fazed at all. "Hey, no offense, but you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I do," I said. "But she's my friend and a colleague and pretty fucking good at her work, so that's not how it's going to go." I felt hypocritical considering my own thoughts about her ass and a whole lot more.

"Okay, okay." I couldn't tell if I had won or not as Diane emerged from the elevator.

I had earlier convinced her to walk and get the exercise and fresh air. But now I couldn't figure out a way to ditch Wilson and Wyatt. So they joined us, soon turning their immaturity onto Diane. She knew them as well, but all their crap revolved around Diane being a woman.

"Can you walk fast in that skirt?"

"Must be nice to be asked to be on a panel. Did they need a woman or something?"

"I hear the feminists had their secret meeting last night to take over the industry."

She bantered back and seemed to push it all away, but I was steaming. These guys were such fuckups. Finally I turned to one and said, "Can't you guys shut up?"

"Whoa, whoa, buddy. It's just some jokes."

"Well they're not funny."

"Diane thinks they are. Right?"

She played their crude game. "Pretty funny for a couple of retards like yourselves." They laughed.

I was still mad. "Well, I guess I'm not getting the joke."

"You sure aren't. That's okay. We need some stiffs around here."

Diane chimed in, "True, Bill is pretty stiff." I hoped that was a phallic reference but I didn't think so. I actually felt mad at her too now.

I was still steaming as we arrived at the convention center, not just at Wilson and Wyatt but also because I couldn't figure our Diane's reaction. Why didn't she just tell them to fuck off? It was impossible to have a private word with her But as I was searching for the right room, my phone buzzed with a text. 

Don't fight my battles, please. No knight in shining armor.

Fuck, I thought. The day had started off so well with topless coffee but now it was just getting shittier. The straight man couldn't even be the good guy.

The morning dragged on. Lunch dragged on. Everyone I met droned on. I saw Diane occasionally, but there was no chance to say anything private. Finally, right before her special panel, she caught me in a hallway.

"Sorry if I was a little harsh this morning," she said.

"I just wanted to take a stand." 

"I know and appreciate that. But I know that game better than you ever will." She continued. "Still, it was very nice of you. One more reason I like you." Pause. "And I love sharing a hotel room with you." She smiled as she moved away, then hurried back for a second. "Perv." She winked. 

I was enchanted again.

The panel was chaired by one of the eminences in the industry and had three guys and Diane, all supposed to somehow explain the future of the industry. The first was ridiculously pretentious with a massive presentation that ran out of time; the second just said a bunch of jargon with a straight face. Diane gave a sharp, pointed talk. She had told me some of it over our drink yesterday but there were all kinds of new things I hadn't thought about but they made sense. 

I was super-proud of her - honestly both at this smart, professional woman that was doing a great job, but also of course because I was thinking nobody knows I've got her stashed away in my hotel room where she walks around with that great ass. She got lots of applause, though the final speaker was the best of all and gave a barnburner that blew everyone away. As she left the stage, people came up to congratulate Diane and for a few minutes she was totally surrounded. A couple of people asked to sit down with her to go over some things she said, so she drifted off with them. I went off to a bar with a group of guys and we talked shop. But I felt superior to every one of them. After all, I had Diane. 

After a while, I texted Diane and came back to find her talking with one last guy who seemed genuinely impressed by her work but also perhaps lingering longer than necessary. She saw me come up and with remarkable grace disengaged from her admirer and began walking away with me.

"Got any dinner plans?" she asked.

"I've got some choices," I said. I mentioned the large group and that I knew it would be loud and unproductive. Then I looked at her and said "I'd rather take just one person to dinner."

She smiled. "I'd like that." 

We found a nice classy place nearby. Not too fancy but upscale and appropriate for two mature professionals on business. We recognized a few people and they recognized us, but the tables were well apart so conversations were private. It was totally respectable and just right. Pretty much everyone else was a guy, though. I was the only one from the industry dining with a woman. A smart, pretty woman. I felt a little alpha male fuck you superiority toward all the stag groups.

I ordered some wine. She leaned forward. "Going to get me drunk?"

I had an answer ready. "No. Just happy." She smiled. The dinner was nice. The wine flowed. I told her how proud I was of her that afternoon. She smiled and we talked about the panel and the incident that morning. 

"Bill, I didn't mean to be so harsh. But getting rescued is not really the solution to guys like that."

"What is the solution?"

"There isn't just one. If there was, I'd lean in and write a book and make millions of dollars." 

We had had talks like this before about being a woman in the industry. But she surprised me by saying that guys like Wilson and Wyatt were easy to deal with, because they were such open sexists. Others were tougher, she said. "A lot of men say one thing but act another way." 

That made me feel guilty. I thought about my vast private world of dirty Diane fantasies while being - pretending to be? - her friend. 

I bit the bullet. "Does that include me?"

She smiled, "No. There's always room for improvement, Bill. You don't know everything, but I think you definitely get it. And I've seen enough deeds by you to prove it." 

I smiled back. Those words made me feel as good as anything else that had happened the last two days. Even if they didn't apply to sex fantasies of Diane sucking my cock, I assumed.

She sipped her wine. "And I know it's complicated for guys too. At least I assume so."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, just sorting out your attitudes to women and trying to keep everything where it should be."

I responded clumsily at this opening. "You mean, respecting you as professionals and as individuals and people, but also as the opposite sex?" 

She sipped again. "I guess that's one way of putting it." She was smiling. "You can't help being guys. And I guess we can't help being girls...women." 

"I do like women, Diane. A lot. Even though..." I hesitated. "Even though I probably come across as such a, well, stiff guy."

She smiled. "I know. You also seem to like taking care of women."

"I do."

"Especially if they're in their underwear?" She smiled.

"Well, that's sort of a bonus." 

"Mmm, I see." She was quiet. 

I continued, "It's a really nice bonus. But I'm not going to abuse the privilege."

She looked at me, "How...what do you mean by that?"

"I'm not sure. I just want to be careful."

Her glass was now sitting untouched on the table. "Me too." She was much quieter now. She looked vulnerable. She continued, "I guess that's what I like about you, Bill. You're always careful...even when you're having fun." 

I said, "We both have our own lives. I don't think either of us want to mess any of that up."

She agreed. "It's weird. What...fifteen years we've known each other? But I really only know a small part of you."

"And me you."

"And it's my best side. I'm basically a crummy bitch back home."

"I don't think so. Though I'm an inconsiderate slob myself."

"Well, I'm sure that's true." She laughed.

But I got her point. She was just my conference wife, and this was all just playing. It wasn't actually real. If we suddenly dumped our spouses and uprooted our lives to be with each other, it would be totally different. Heck, I knew there were a lot of things about Diane that would probably annoy me if I had to live with them 365 days a year. The whole thrill was because we were hiding from our real lives for a few days and holding a mutual secret. 

I confessed, "Diane, I know this isn't real and I don't want to mess up or ruin our lives. But I like just being able to do...things...with you. You don't really know the real me...but you also know things nobody else really does."

"You mean that you're not always the totally straight-laced stiff of the industry and..." she paused. "The sexless neutered family man? Instead you've got a woman stashed in your hotel room. Walking around in her underwear while you strut around with nothing on at all."

"Well, yeah." 

She smiled. "And I'm not always the bitchy professional or the having it all modern superwoman. At least I don't feel I have to be with you, Bill. You''re...well...safe, I guess. Safe enough that I can do stuff like that around you." 

"So," I said. "We can have a little fun as good friends. But it's not real life. And we need to be careful." 

"Agreed."

"Are we going to keep figuring out how careful?"

"I guess so," she smiled. Her confidence was coming back. "How careful should we be?"

I didn't want to break the magic but knew it was best to draw a line. "Well....Diane...as much as I'd like to, I don't think we should have sex."

She sipped her wine again. "I'd agree with both those things." Wow. She did want me, even if wasn't going to happen. She smiled and continued. "It's late. Bedtime for both of us."

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We were both tired and a little tipsy but not drunk as we left the restaurant. Some of the guys watched us but I didn't care. An old Van Halen line popped into my head: don't you know she's coming home with me. We spilled into a taxi, where we sat with our sides touching. The hotel lobby was thankfully deserted again. 

In the room she followed her drill - shoes off, onto the bed. I popped into the bathroom for a minute. When I came out, she leaned with arms behind her back and said "Okay, mister. No TV tonight - it's late and time for bed."

I didn't bother playing coy. I started undressing. I took my time and she watched everything. Soon I was down to my boxers. I was wondering whether to take them off too when she said, "Very nice. Now get in bed." I did as I was told, keeping the boxers on.

She disappeared into the bathroom. When she emerged, she was in her underwear, including bra, like the night before. She was facing me so I couldn't watch her ass, but there was lots else to see as her body moved and jiggled. I thought she would head for her bed but instead she came over to mine.

"Scoot over. I was cold last night."

I couldn't believe it. It was only as she was lifting up the covers that I reacted and moved over enough to let her slip in. We weren't quite touching. She reached down to confirm my boxers were still on. "Good," she said.

Her bra was still on, which seemed weird. I wasn't sure what that meant, but figured I could take a slight risk. I touched the side lightly and said, "I don't think you need that on." She didn't say anything. I reached behind her and fumbled open the clasp. She still didn't say anything but leaned forward to make it easier. The bra slipped down and away from her breasts. She pulled it the rest of the way off and dropped it on the floor. She was mostly under the covers, and it was so dark that I couldn't see much or even make out the nipples that I had glimpsed that morning. But it didn't matter. The main thing is that she was now bare except for her panties, and she was with me. 

We lay there, bodies touching in places, hearing each other breathe. I could feel the side of one breast gently against me, pressing a bit as her chest rose and fell. It was strange to be beside a different woman than my wife. But any guilt was buried by excitement of the moment. Diane was no supermodel, but was a totally normal, hot woman. She was the woman who gave the great presentation that afternoon that everyone liked. But now she wanted to be here, with just me, with almost nothing on. She wanted to be in my bed, and I had got her top off and her breasts bare. And she was my secret that no one knew.

Her hand slipped back and forth over the waistband of my boxers, kind of like checking to make sure they were still on. I put my own hand on her hip to feel her panties. We lay there quietly stroking each other, in a way that emphasized our near-nudity. 

Of course I was hard - thinking about how easy it would be for Diane to just move down a little and brush against my firm, erect cock. And I thought about reaching just inside her panties a little. I was very curious to know if Diane had a natural bush or if she was shaved. But neither of us went further. I could still feel her bare tit against me, but wasn't going to touch without more of a sign. We had already gone pretty far, by our standards at least. 

We each shifted around a couple of times, silently. I felt different parts of Diane against me, and she felt most of me except my cock, which I made sure to keep away from her. I wanted to reach down and touch myself but didn't dare. I was horny and excited, but also just relaxed and even protective of my Diane. My topless, scantily-clad Diane here in bed with me because she trusted me. Because I was "safe." Somehow I eventually fell asleep. 

The Third Morning

Once again, I woke up first. During the night we had moved apart from each other, so we were no longer touching. But I looked over and under the rumpled corners saw plenty of bare Diane. One of her breasts was plainly visible, and now I had time to properly admire its nice shape and her nipple and areolae. I could see a hint of her black panties. And most of all I could just see her. I lay there for a while admiring nearly-naked Diane, stroking my cock inside my boxers most of the time. 

I didn't want to get out of bed and leaving this exciting woman, so eventually I took my hands out of my pants and grabbed my phone beside the bed. I sat up against the pillows and checked email. There was a text from my wife and I sent a quick reply back. Then I got busy answering a client inquiry that I had missed yesterday. It distracted me. I felt really fucking good working alongside near-naked Diane.

After a while I looked over and saw her eyes open, watching me. "Hey. Nice sleep?" she said. She had moved the blankets back up to cover her chest. 

I smiled. "Yes. Interesting, too."

"Not too crazy?"

"Not too crazy."

"Mmm. She lifted herself up a bit. The blankets were just barely covering her nipples now. "Hey, where's my coffee?"

I admitted I was feeling lazy for some reason. She smiled. "Well, perhaps I can stand the cheap stuff for one day. But I do need to get up and going soon. If you're going to shower first, can you do it soon?"

I put down my phone, a little disappointed that she seemed to be all business again. I said I would get the coffee going and then shower. 

She watched me walking around in my boxers making the coffee. I tried to move as smoothly as I could, enjoying her gaze. I had gone limp while sitting upright in bed, but now I was hardening again. The bulge was obvious. Diane was still watching. 

I turned toward her and slowly put my fingers inside my waistband. She didn't say anything as I began to lower them. My cock gently sprang out, right in Diane's view. It was still pointing down but getting big and engorged. I kicked the boxers off and stood there showing my cock to Diane. It was getting harder and rising. Soon I was erect and naked in front of Diane. 

She watched for a few seconds and then drew the covers all the way up to her shoulders. "Thanks, Mr. Perv. Now go take your shower." I started walking to the bathroom. "Nice ass," she added.

By the time I was in the bathroom, I was ready to shoot an enormous load of Diane-related cum. I started the water and began soaping up, getting my cock and balls lubricated and ready. But suddenly, through the transparent glass, I could see the door opening.

Diane walked in, her robe loosely on. "This coffee is awful," she said loudly through the water noise. 

"Sorry," I said. She didn't leave. Instead, she cleared a spot on the marble counter and hopped up on it. Sitting down, her robe was even more loose and I could almost see her breasts. 

"Hurry up. I need to get in there as soon as you're done."

I couldn't believe Diane was watching me shower. It was exciting, but I was actually pretty awkward, self-conscious of every move. I tried to be natural but made sure to always be turned so that either my penis or my butt was directly facing her. I was so excited at being able to show my cock to her twice. It wasn't very erect with all the hot water landing on it, but it stayed nice and long. I washed it for no particular reason, stroking it with a washcloth and then taking lots of time with my balls, all with her watching and sipping bad coffee. 

After an exciting few minutes of putting on my show, I figured it was over and turned off the water. I stepped out and Diane threw me a towel. "Finally," she said. I began drying a bit, though keeping my cock fully exposed all the time, right in front of her. I was glad it wasn't too shriveled. 

"My turn." She then stood up and took off her robe. She was nude underneath. Diane was totally naked, right in front of me. 

It was my dream come true. She had a nice trimmed but full bush, just as I'd hoped. Her beautiful tits were on full display again. Every inch of her was natural and perfect, and I was finally seeing it all. She stood still for a second, maybe just as frozen as I was about us being totally naked together for the first time. 

Then she moved again, hanging up the robe, and started toward the shower. She brushed past me slightly, almost hitting the tip of my cock, and I concentrated on watching her ass as she got in. I stood there, the towel forgotten. I watched her moving as she started up the water and stood underneath, getting bare and wet. After maybe a minute she turned and called through the water, "Okay, show's over. Get me some real coffee."

I left, dressed in a flash and soon returned with her latte. She was already out of the shower and in the room in bra and panties. I was a little disappointed but she thanked me and sipped her drink. I let my eyes roam and enjoyed the view, remembering what I had seen earlier. She didn't seem to mind at all as she sipped her drink while dressing and readying herself for the day. 

I left first so that we would arrive in the lobby separately, but I didn't recognize anyone downstairs. I waited for Diane and we took a cab to the convention center. We barely spoke the whole time, but she sat close beside me in the cab, her body against mine just like in bed the night before. I hoped there would be no panties at all that night. 

This was the third and last full day of the conference. The main banquet was that night, but for the morning an excursion had been organized. There was a facility on the outskirts of the city that was pretty interesting in our industry, and we had both signed up. A couple of buses had been hired, making it feel like a school field trip.




Conference Wife



Though Diane and I never said a word about it, we automatically kept discreet and away from each other. I was edgy enough to worry that maybe we were acting too discreet - that people had seen us last night and now could figure out we were actively avoiding each other. But that was probably all in my self-absorbed head (or both heads maybe...). 

We got on the same bus but sat well apart. I was with a couple of others from the firm and talked with them the whole way. Diane was talking to her group as well. Looking around and out the window seeing the city race by, sometimes I could just see her out of the corner of my eye. I didn't dare turn my head too far, but each time could feel my heart race a little, as I thought about our naked time that morning. Of Diane with every scrap of clothing off, even her panties. 

We got to our destination, which anyone else would find extremely boring but was genuinely interesting to us. I still tried to keep my distance from Diane, but as we walked around, our groups got closer and closer. Soon I was only a few feet from her. Everyone was talking about what we were seeing, so there was no need to act any differently around her. 

Part of the area was still a construction zone, and we had to walk past some muddy unpaved parts. Diane, a couple of others and me were close together when suddenly a truck driving by us hit a puddle. SPLASH! Muddy water flew over all of us.

We weren't drenched, but our clothes were all stained. Diane definitely had a little mud in our hair. Everyone gathered around. The organizers were embarrassed, apologizing to us and tearing a strip off the driver. I was angry of course, but less about myself and more about Diane, who always took pride in looking professional. I wanted to yell at the driver myself for messing her up. But after a while we calmed down and even laughed a bit. It was just an accident. Despite looking silly, we finished the tour with everyone else.

Given our state, the apologetic organizers arranged for taxis to take us back to our hotels to clean up, promising to cover emergency dry-cleaning. The other two muddy people were at the main hotel, so this meant Diane and I were once again in a taxi by ourselves - and for a perfectly legitimate reason. 

In the taxi we looked at each other. Diane alternated from upset to giggling. I was just intrigued about this unusual development. I have to admit I had some ideas. We slipped into the back of the hotel, embarrassed by our appearance more than a need for discretion. Standing in the elevator, looking at each other, we started to laugh uncontrollably. Not the sort of thing that happens at a typical professional convention! We opened the door to our room still giggling, and it closed shut behind us.

Diane suddenly stopped giggling and turned to me and asked, "What should we do now?"

I wasn't a fool and looked at her. "I guess we'd better get these muddy clothes off."

She looked back. "I agree. We need to take our clothes off." She began to undo her blouse right in front of me. "And then I think we both need to shower."

We undressed in front of each other. Diane unbuttoned and removed her stained blouse, revealing the bra I had seen that morning. It was white and satiny like the first time. I removed my jacket and tie and unbuttoned my shirt, taking it off as Diane reached around and unzipped her skirt. The skirt fell to the ground and she was in her underwear while I was stripped to the waist. I removed my socks and unzipped my pants, letting them fall close to her skirt on the ground. Diane looked at our crumpled clothes and, ever practical, smiled. "They're getting dry-cleaned anyway." 

Diane didn't hesitate to undo her bra, letting loose her wonderful firm breasts that I had admired the day before and that morning. I felt myself growing firm in my underwear as I pulled it down. My cock sprang out, even more enthusiastically than earlier that morning. Diane watched it as she removed her own panties. We got naked together. 

I admired Diane's bush. That morning had been such a surprise that I had trouble taking it in. Now I could gaze at her pussy, with a full, mature triangle, shaved at the edges and looking like it was occasionally trimmed and kept orderly. I don't really get the shaved look. I couldn't see much else through the hair, but I didn't need a gynecological view. I took in all her curves - her nicely rounded hips and her firm breasts. Diane looked every inch a woman, a woman who was now naked with me, and shamelessly eyeing my equally naked cock. 

We didn't say anything as she turned and walked into the bathroom. I stared unabashedly at her ass, which looked so good in panties and even better without. I followed her inside and watched as she stepped into that glorious shower with the two sets of taps. I had eyed them for several days, constantly picturing Diane in there with me. She left the door open as she turned on one set of taps, and finally said to me, "We should hurry and save time so we can get back. " 

I got in and turned on the other set. Then we both just stood there, about a foot apart, totally naked, watching warm water stream down each other's body. We had shared a bed and watched each other shower that morning, but this was the most exciting yet. Part of me desperately wanted to reach out and grab Diane, playing with her tits, sucking her nipples, and so much more. But I was also glad to just share the space with her, so open and free. 

My cock was half-erect, wilting a bit with all the hot water, and I was a little frustrated - I wanted Diane to see me totally erect again, pointing at her. I thought about reaching down and stroking it, right in front of her. But somehow that didn't seem essential either. The important thing is that she was seeing my cock again, while I could look at her all I wanted. That gave me a small idea. 

"Turn around," I said. Diane obediently did so, showing me her bare ass. She paused and looked back over her shoulder at me watching her ass.

She finally spoke. "Perv." She didn't move.

I said, "It just looks so good." 

She smiled. "Well, you'd better turn around too." I did. I looked back and she was eyeing my own ass. "Nice," she said.

Diane then turned halfway and picked up her washing things. As she began to soap herself, she said, "I'm actually serious. We should get back soon." I reached over to my own things, which were on her side. My hand was only a couple of inches from her tits and she stopped while I grabbed things. I could feel the incredible electricity and my cock was stiffening. But I behaved - relatively speaking - and returned back to my side.

We washed in silence, but watched each other constantly. Diane shampooed her hair twice to get all the mud out. Though not strictly necessary, we each washed ourselves all over. Diane soaped up her tits, and while it was only a few seconds, she acted like I wasn't right there staring. She washed between her legs briefly. I again spent a truly unnecessary length of time soaping up my cock and balls. Diane stopped to watch me wash them off. 

When she rinsed her hair for the second time, she closed her eyes in the stream of water, her hands in her hair and arms lifted up to really show off her bare breasts. It was such a beautiful sight that I couldn't resist reaching down and stroking my cock while looking at her. She opened her eyes and frowned in a sort of gentle tut-tut way. "Such a perv." But then she then closed them again, and her hands drifted out of her hair and gently down her body. She stopped to brush her nipples and then all down her skin to her pussy. I kept stroking as she took the briefest touch between her legs and then moved them back up and away to her sides. I stopped as well. She opened her eyes again. "Good boy."

She turned her water off, and I did mine We stood there again for a few seconds, naked with slight goosebumps. Her hair was slicked down and her whole body was glistening and perfect. Her pink areolae, red nipples and black bush all stood out perfectly against her white skin. Then she stepped out of the shower, showing me her nice jiggling but still firm ass, and grabbed a towel. I followed and we were soon drying off in silence.

We dressed quickly, almost ignoring each other. We gathered our muddy things and went downstairs and left them to be picked up. We got into a cab and headed back to the conference. I reached over and touched Diane's hand.

"I hope that was fun."

She didn't look at me but made a big smile at the floor. "It was."

The afternoon was a bit of a blur. I don't remember much of what I did, but I know I strode around like a colossus. All I could think about was Diane and me showering together, in the middle of the day at that. With this powerful secret, everything else I heard and saw faded away. With other men, I felt automatically superior, treasuring my secret sexy Diane. With women, I let myself think how easily they might also strip off their own clothes with me given the chance. I was tough. I had arrived. I was the man.

Nagging in the back of my mind of course was exactly what would happen that night, our last night together. I had a few different thoughts, in different directions. I still didn't know exactly where Diane was going, much less where I wanted to go. But she had already made me feel so good.

The evening banquet, suiting our boring industry, was a low-key affair. It's mainly a chance to get together on the last night of the conference and give a few awards. In previous years, it had been the highlight of my time with Diane, when we would sit together and I would watch her light up the rest of the typically all-male table. But now I had a whole different set of private highlights with her. I considered not sitting with her at all, then decided that might actually get more notice than the other way around.

She was the same as always at dinner. She sat there, chatting away, and I could see glimpses down her top and the outline of her body. But now I didn't need to take quick looks - I had seen her bare tits and pussy already twice that day. So instead I just watched her, as most of the guys, fueled by a few drinks, played for her attention. Some of them even joked about my stiff reputation, like Wilson and Wyatt had the other day. Suckers. They had no idea that her ass was coming home with me again tonight. I had a couple of glasses of wine, but didn't want to overdo it. I wanted to be ready for...whatever. 

The speeches and awards started. In my blurry state, I hadn't paid a lot of attention to the program. The speakers were boring but mercifully short. Then they began announcing awards - for innovation, long service to the industry, etc. I clapped for everyone. Then the MC announced a new award, for "Character and Citizenship Exempilying the Values of the Industry," and with a flourish announced the inaugural winner. 

I heard my name. 

I was so shocked that I barely felt Diane get up and give me a warm but chaste hug. In my fog I shook a few hands around me. My partners, who had nominated and championed me, all came up and congratulated me. I was honoured, though probably not as much as I might have been a few days before. Given the last few days, part of me wanted to return the "Character" part of the award.

The banquet came to an end. People came up to congratulate me and tell me how much they admired me and my steadiness. It made me feel pretty good, except about my little secret. My partners insisted we go out to celebrate. Diane promised she would catch up with me "and your boys" in a little bit.

Diane slipped - mostly - from my mind as I hoisted beers and laughed with people who liked and respected me. My earlier naked-Diane blur became an alcoholic fog. True to the industry, we didn't get too plastered or stay too late, and people began to drift away to pack and prepare for the final meetings the next day. It was down to me and two other guys when Diane showed up. She smiled. "Someone's been celebrating."

She sat down and ordered a glass of wine. She had been out with some people herself. The four of us talked for a bit - I think the two guys suddenly found reasons to stay longer. But eventually they left too, perhaps even sensing Diane was somehow mine. 

Now we were alone and clinked glasses. "Congratulations," she said. "How are you feeling?"

"Pretty damn good," I admitted.

"Me too. I'm so glad for you," she said. "You really are a good man." She paused. "Even when you're misbehaving with me."

"Thanks," I smiled. "And you're a pretty awesome woman." I mentioned again how great she had been on the panel the other day. "You're achieved so much in the industry."

She thanked me. "I appreciate that. Sometimes I have my doubts, but I never feel that way with you. You've always make me feel really respected and accepted."

"You're welcome."

She smiled. "I'll say it again - I don't worry about having to play the superwoman who has it all when I'm with you. Or choose between being one of the boys or the bitchy career lady." She continued, "Sometimes it's nice to not have to be perfect." She smiled.

A warm feeling flooded over me, though it might have just been the booze. "And..." I hesitated. "I guess I'm glad to not always be the safe, stiff guy. That I can be...a man."

"Mmhm, that's right," she said. "You are a man, Bill. No doubt about it. I saw lots of proof today." She winked.

"And you're a woman, Diane." I smiled. 

"I guess we've been misbehaving, though," she said. 

I agreed. "We have. It's made me feel really good...like...like a man," I said. "But then," I held up my award, "so does this." I was proud of both, I realized.

She smiled. "The second one is probably better."

"You''re right. As fun as the other has been."

"Mmhm. It has been. But not something we should probably continue." I realized she was right. We were on the brink. It was time to come back down. 

We took a taxi back to the hotel. In the room, we took some time to pack up for leaving the next day. We undressed, watching each other a little. Diane took off everything but her panties, then climbed into her own bed, her tits jiggling but soon hidden. 

I stripped down to my own underwear and she watched me turning out the lights before getting into my bed. We lay there quietly and I stroked my cock, which was incredibly stiff after the day of sexual excitement and tension. Then Diane spoke. "Bill, can I confess something?"

"Sure." 

She giggled. "I always sleep this way. Nothing but panties. I just didn't want to admit it the first night."

I laughed. "No problem."

"Thanks."

I took my boxers off and lay their stroking nude, thinking about all my moments with Diane, and this latest sexy revelation of her sleeping almost nude every night. 

I hadn't cum for two days, and our night sleeping together and our sexy shower meant that my balls were heavy. I wasn't going to fuck Diane but I needed release. I didn't even care if she heard. I was too horny to really think straight, but I was pretty sure she wouldn't mind. As I played with myself, I thought I could hear her taking short sharp breaths. Was she masturbating too, taking care of her own tension? I hoped so.

I thought of Diane playing with her pussy, touching herself everywhere. I replayed our shower in my head and thought about every inch of her hot body, especially her beautiful nipples against her pale white skin. I imagined her now in bed - maybe turned over onto her stomach, her great ass raised up for me to watch while she fingered her pussy. I stopped a couple of times to calm down and listen. She was definitely breathing heavy. Diane was masturbating just like me. 

I thought about flinging aside the covers and catching her playing with herself. With her ass still up in the air, I wouldn't hesitate, taking her from behind and ramming my cock into that wet pussy that I wanted so bad. I thought about fucking Diane, her facing away from me and grinding on my cock, getting herself off and taking me as deep as possible. She would be bent over in front of me, wanting me - needing me - to fill her up. She wanted me bad, and I needed to fuck her bad after three days of teasing and gradual complete nudity. I held my cock like it was her pussy, letting it slide in and out, the way I would watch myself sliding in and out of her. 

As I fucked Diane, her tits would jiggle and sway under the violence of my thrusts. I was in charge and she was submitting to my cock. I thought about her moaning as I pleasured her, reaching under to cup those great tits and down to finger her clit. I would play with her, the way she was really playing with herself in bed beside me. She was in ecstasy, all because of me. Her groans grew louder as I pushed her over the edge, climaxing while filled with my cock.

As she collapsed, I would pull out and turn her over, putting my penis in front of her face. She still wanted me so bad - wanted my cock so bad - that she wouldn't hesitate to start licking and sucking, tasting her own cum mixed with my lube. I slid in and out of her again, watching Diane eagerly deep throat me and then letting me withdraw all the way to the tip, which she kissed and licked. I imagined her reaching down and playing with her clit while she took me in her mouth. I was so ready to cum - both in my fantasy and for real. But I wanted to fuck Diane more and empty my balls deep inside her.

I pulled my glistening tip from her lips and moved down. I was fully erect and her legs were spread as wide as possible. I entered her, feeling her slickness again. I slowly drove as deep as I could, then pulled back all the way. Diane moaned and demanded that I fill her up again. She lifted her legs on either side of me and drew me even closer, pushing me deep into her again. She was so open and I fucked her, first slowly and then faster and faster. I told her how hot she was and how I loved every minute of her in the hotel room - clothed, underwear, nude, whatever - but especially in the shower, with her glistening white skin and black bush. She moaned and bucked under my thrusts and was ready to cum again. 

This time I was ready too. As Diane moaned and climaxed again, I could feel my balls contract and then begin to spew deep inside her. It felt like I was filling up Diane with gallons of my warm hot seed. I wasn't safe at all. I was an animal fucking her and she loved it after the days of teasing and slowly getting her naked. 

My fantasy met reality, as under the bed sheets I felt my stiff cock beginning to pump. I could still hear Diane's breaths, and she could probably hear mine. She was masturbating just like me, taking out all the tension we had built up in each other. It was so hot to know I had done that to Diane. I went back to imagining her shamelessly caressing her tits and fingering her pussy and hoped she could hear me as I unloaded twice as much cum as the night before. It was warm and messy and I thought about it covering every inch of Diane with it, marking her as mine so every man knew it. 

As the last convulsion died away, I finally relaxed, more than I had in four days. Diane was also quiet now. We had shared this secret fun but still managed to behave, kind of. I wiped my cum on the sheets and soon fell asleep.

The Fourth Morning

When I woke up, I could hear the shower already running. Soon Diane came out wrapped in a towel. 

She said, "Good morning." Then she briefly opened the towel. "Last look." 

I admired her naked body one last time, and then she closed it again. "Perv. Go shower." I got out of bed, still naked, and left the room. As I walked past, she whispered, "Nice."

In the big shower stall, I stroked quickly and thought about our shower from the day before. I shot another load of warm sloppy cum right where Diane had been standing. It quickly washed down the drain. 




Conference Wife



We finished packing and went downstairs and checked out. Then we had breakfast together in the coffee shop. We talked shop the whole time.

We put our luggage in a taxi and stored it at the convention center. Then we split up to attend separate meetings for the morning. Diane had to leave at noon for the airport; I was going a couple of hours later. We met again just before twelve as she was picking up her luggage.

"Until next year," she said. "And I will double-confirm my room."

I smiled. "Until next year. Diane?"

"What?"

I looked intently at her. "You are smoking hot and this was awesome. But I'm more interested in just being your friend."

She looked back at me and smiled. "Perv." She smiled. "You are a sexy man, Bill. But I feel the same as you." 

I carried her bags out to the taxi, walking a bit behind her to admire her ass one last time. We hugged lightly and she got in. The taxi pulled away, taking my conference wife away for another year.