Cuckold stories: Conference Sex – by lionheart72. Dan gets a series of ever-hotter texts from Jenn. “I’m just saying,” Dan said quietly, “conference sex is a thing.” “Geez, honey,” Jenn rolled her eyes. “It’s a work conference, not one of your pervy fantasies.”

Cuckold stories: Conference Sex

by lionheart72

Genres: Fiction, Cuckold, Exhibitionism, Male/Female, Masturbation

The airport crowds flowed around the young couple, people drifting in and out of shops and food stands or making their way to the security lines that stood between them and their flights.

“Why can’t it be both?” Dan grinned.

“Perv,” Jenn growled, but the twinkle in her eye betrayed her amusement.

“All I’m saying is…” Dan started.

“… that if some guy tries to pick me up at the hotel bar, you’re ok with me *fucking* him,” Jenn whispered hotly.

“Well…” Dan flushed.

“You’re a perv,” Jenn replied with an amused grin. “Have fun with the house to yourself. Try not to spend the whole time I’m gone jerking off to porn.”

“No promises,” Dan grinned back.

<<<>>>

Lounging on the couch, Dan let the late night TV wash over him. He smiled when his phone rang.

“Hi, honey. How’s the conference?” he said as he answered it.

“Boring seminars, pushy vendors, the usual,” Jenn replied.

“Having fun?” Dan chuckled.

“Oh yeah,” Jenn’s sarcasm practically dripped through the phone. “I just love it. What are you up to?”

“Oh, you know… wild party, drinking, smoking pot, a bunch of naked coeds in the hot-tub begging to suck me off.” Dan stretched out on the couch.

“You’re bored and watching late-night TV, aren’t you?” Jenn laughed.

“How did you know?” Dan asked.

“We don’t have a hot-tub,” Jenn pointed out.

“Fair point,” Dan conceded. “What are you up to?”

“Well…” Jenn hesitated teasingly.

“What are you doing?” Dan perked up.

“I thought I’d go down to the hotel bar,” Jenn replied.

“Looking for a guy?” Dan teased.

“Perv,” Jenn laughed. “I’m meeting some friends for drinks… but…”

“But what?” Dan sat up slowly.

“Remember that little black dress you liked?” Jenn replied.

“Yes?”

There was a long pause, and Dan’s phone chimed to announce an incoming picture. Glancing down he saw Jenn, standing in what was clearly a hotel hallway, reflected in a mirror. Her dark hair hung loose around her pretty face and brushed her shoulders, bare except for the spaghetti straps of the little black dress. It clung to her curves, emphasizing her fair skin, the swell of her breasts, her tight belly. The hemline lay just low enough to avoid being totally slutty but high enough to suggest wicked thoughts. Dan’s breath caught in his throat. His sudden hard-on was almost painful.

“Wow,” he breathed.

“I thought you’d get a kick out of that,” Jenn’s voice teased through the phone.

“Are you wearing panties?” Dan wondered aloud.

“Yes,” Jenn laughed, adding, “perv.”

“Take ’em off,” Dan said.

“No,” Jenn gasped, plainly shocked.

“Take your panties off,” Dan insisted.

“No,” Jenn replied breathlessly. “You know how short this dress is.”

“Off. Right now.”

“Right… Dan, I’m in a hallway. I can’t.” Jenn laughed shakily.

Dan said nothing, waiting. There was silence on the other end of the line. After a long pause, his phone chimed again.

Jenn stood, reflected against the mirrored doors of a hotel elevator, a tangle of thin, black fabric gripped in one hand. Her dress was hiked up just high enough to offer a teasing peek at her neatly trimmed pussy.

“Beautiful,” Dan breathed.

“I’ll call you later.” Jenn’s voice was husky. “Perv.”

<<<>>>

“Damn time zones,” Dan muttered to himself.

It was either terribly late or hideously early. He’d fallen asleep on the couch to the drone of the television, alternately watching old movies on Netflix and entertaining himself with fantasies of what Jenn, panty-less in her slinky black dress, might be getting up to.

The last thing she’d said was that she would call later.

Rubbing bleary eyes, Dan glanced at his phone.

There were several messages from Jenn.

The first was another picture that made him instantly, painfully, hard again. The picture, shot up below the hem of her little black dress, showed Jen’s naked pussy, wet and puffy, between her two long fair legs. She must have been sitting on a barstool, her legs parted, holding her phone down by her knees.

JENN: Like what U C perv?

JENN: U up? Haha

JENN: Guy got me a drink.

JENN: OMG I think he saw me take that pic!

The last message was another picture, this one of Jenn sitting on a barstool, smiling, a drink in one hand while her other hand pulled her top down just far enough to flash a bare, hard nipple at the camera. Her legs were again spread, flashing her pussy too.

It took a moment for the significance of the picture to register in Dan’s mind. She had a drink in one hand and was flashing a tit with the other. Someone else was holding the camera. Someone who had seen her take that upskirt pic. Someone who had bought her a drink. Someone who had snapped a pic of Jenn flashing her tit and pussy in a hotel bar.

The last picture had been received more than an hour ago.

Dan felt a strange twist in his stomach, nerves and maybe jealousy. At the same time, his dick was achingly hard.

His hands shook as he started to type out: Who took that? His finger hovered over the send button, then slowly he deleted the message, typed a new one and sent it.

DAN: Hot pic.

He stared at his phone, waiting. After an eternity, a minute passed. Then another.

DAN: U naughty tease 🙂

Another endless minute passed.

DAN: Fell asleep. U have fun flashing the bar?

After another minute, Dan realized that, despite the time zone difference, it must be late there too. Jenn was probably back in her room by now, probably even asleep herself. There were lots of good, simple reasons why she didn’t reply right away. She might not even see his messages until morning.

He managed to force himself to wait almost a full four minutes before firing off another text.

DAN: U still up?

More minutes passed and suddenly his phone chimed.

JENN: CEnt tAlk call pater

DAN: U drunk lol?

DAN: Jenn?

DAN: U ok?

DAN: JENN?!?

JENN: C a ‘ll later

JENN: nifht

Dan stared at the strange texts, confused and worried. He went so far as to almost hit Jenn’s number on speed dial before changing his mind. Drunk… or whatever she was… Jenn obviously would call him ‘later.’ Pushing her wouldn’t help anything. He forced himself to put his phone down and go to bed. He needed to get some sleep. Right after he dealt with his raging boner.

<<<>>>

It was only thanks to work of his own that Dan managed to spend the next morning doing something other than agonizing about Jenn. Without the distraction, the simple fact of the several hour time difference probably would have driven him nuts. Instead, he actually managed to put his worries out of his mind and so didn’t jump instantly every time his phone chimed.

Still, when she did finally call it didn’t take him long to pick up.

“Hi, honey,” Dan said brightly.

“Hey.” Jenn’s voice sounded oddly subdued.

“So, what do you have going on today?” He asked.

“Just more seminars,” Jenn replied. She was nervous, Dan realized. He felt that odd twist in his gut again.

“So…” Dan hesitated.

“Yeah, I…” Jenn stammered.

“You got a little crazy last night?” Dan forced a smile into his voice.

“Yeah,” Jenn replied carefully.

“Too much to drink,” Dan said, offering his explanation as fact.

“No,” Jenn snapped.

“Really, ’cause those texts looked pretty drunk,” Dan insisted.

“I wasn’t drunk,” Jenn countered angrily.

“Oh, come on,” Dan said. “You could hardly type.”

“Yeah, well it’s hard to type when you’re getting fucked!” Jenn shouted into her phone.

Silence feel between them. Dan could hear distant chatter through the phone and wondered suddenly where Jenn was exactly. Probably walking through the hotel to her first seminar, he realized. Strangely, he found that part of his mind was wondering what the seminar was about.

“I’m sorry…” Jen stammered after a long silence.

“You’re joking,” Dan declared.

“I’m…” Jenn started again.

Dan hung up. His breath was coming in ragged gasps. His hands were shaking. He would have thought he was furious, but for one undeniable fact. His dick was so hard it was about to rip through his pants. He wasn’t angry, he realized. He wasn’t even jealous. All he felt was raw, violent, desperate lust.

His phone rang again.

He answered, “Getting fucked?”

“You’d said…” Jenn stammered.

“What were you doing?”

“Those fantasies you kept telling me about…” Jenn sounded close to tears.

“Shhh,” Dan said soothingly. “Just tell me… when you texted me last night. That last time. Tell me why couldn’t you type right.”

“I told you…” Jenn muttered.

“No, tell me exactly what you were doing at that moment.”

“Getting fucked,” Jenn replied.

“Tell me,” Dan insisted.

“What do you want to hear?” Jenn replied. “Do you want me to tell you I was on my belly. That the phone was in front of me, and I was trying to type while… while he was….”

“Was what?” Dan prompted.

“Was inside me. Was fucking me.” Jenn said, her voice growing husky. “Was pounding from behind, so hard. So hard I couldn’t type properly.”

“He knew,” Dan said. “About me.”

“He knew.” Jenn confirmed.

“You were…” Dan took a deep breath. “Fucking. When I texted, you were fucking another guy.”

“Yes,” Jenn said soft. “I was. I was fucking another guy.”

“Who?” Dan asked, feeling surprisingly calm about the question.

“His name’s Tim,” Jenn replied slowly. “He’s here at the conference.”

“You met him in the bar,” Dan said. “He’s the one who took that picture.”

“You saw… oh, right, the picture in the bar,” Jenn said. “Yes, he took that. He saw me taking the pic I sent you. The upskirt pic in the bar. I didn’t know he had at first. He came over and bought me a drink. He was nice. Flirty but not pushy. Then he said he’d seen me taking it. He asked who I was taking it for.”

“You told him about me?” Dan felt a little shocked.

“Yeah, I did,” Jenn admitted. “He asked about the picture, about why I’d taken it… and I told him about…

“You always go on about your pervy fantasies,” Jenn continued. “About wanting me to… to fuck another guy. We talked about it at the airport. I took my panties off, right at the elevators. I didn’t tell you: the doors to that elevator opened right after I took them off, a second after I sent you the picture in front of them. Two guys got off. They saw me. I know they did. They saw me standing there with my panties in my hand, my dress hiked up. They saw my pussy. They didn’t say anything, but I know they saw. How could they not have?