Hearing this, Jessica moved off of him and assumed a position on her knees. She begged Dr. Wilks to cum on her face and tits, and he was happy to oblige. Jessica looked at me, and ushered me to come closer. “I want your cum as well.”
I set the DSLR camera to record video and placed it on the nightstand. In a trance, watching her amazing tits, I stood side by side with Dr. Wilks and rapidly stroked my dick. I had no idea Jessica was such a cum slut. She looked up at us both, making eye contact and keeping her mouth wide open. I came hard and ropes of jizz shot across her face and into her mouth. Jessica closed her eyes, and a thick glob fell onto her eyelashes. As she moved her tongue in a circle to wipe cum from around her mouth, Dr. Wilks began to shoot his load as well.
By the end, Jessica’s face was thick with cum, and her breasts were heaving from exertion and shining with semen. We stood panting and the camera shut off, presumably from running out of room. My memories were hazy after this, but I must have made it back to my room and passed out.
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Having clicked off the video, Jessica looked over to me and said with a smile, “See, we didn’t hook up. We didn’t even touch.”
“Are you joking?” I replied. Guilt had rushed in for breaking my sacred vow and was confusingly mixed with incredibly arousal. Since I was blacked out, half remembering and half watching last night unfold made it feel like I was living it all over again.
“You need to relax, Rob. I’ve watched you at these conferences for a while. You’re such a boring boy scout, but I can tell you have so much pent-up inside. If you were any of these other stats nerds you would have made a move on me ages ago.”
“I’ve got a wife, Jessica. What am I supposed to tell Dina?”
“Nothing,” she said, looking shocked I would even suggest something like that. You have to realize these conferences are completely set apart from the real world. Think of it like entering an alternative reality. You think Dr. Wilks is worried about what his wife thinks. Do you think I am worried about rushing home and telling my boyfriend? Half the guys I hook up with here have a family back home. Conferences are an escape. I know you’ve felt that too.”
She wasn’t wrong. These short trips away had started to feel like a completely parallel universe to the one back home. I loved my wife, but there was a little bit of a thrill – a charged energy – with stepping out on my own in some weird city. Or of spending 99% of my trip at times in the cloistered hotel environment. You meet people, develop friendships, and rhythms become familiar extremely fast. And then once you are back home, all that is dropped completely. I felt a little calmer as I thought this over.
“Alright, I”m not jumping to tell her. God knows she won’t see it this way. And I doubt she’ll let us stay friends if she knew I had plastered your face with my cum.”
“Mmmm, that was so hot. Thank you for that by the way.”
“Shut up, jeez. I need some breakfast, and something to drink to take the edge off all this and to bring down my hangover. I’m going to shower, so I’ll meet you in the lobby.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to join you in the shower?” Jessica grabbed her tits and moved them around in an exaggerated way, clearly mocking me.
“Fuck you, go get ready,” I shot back.
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Feeling a lot better after a shower and a mimosa, Jessica and I headed to the conference. If you thought attending stats lectures was fun, try doing it while still nursing a hungover. Hoot and a half.
The highlight came when we attended a lecture given by Dr. Wilks and watched him stumble through an answer to a question that Jessica put to him during the Q and A. I laughed until I remembered that I had been in the room with them last night too. It was strange how Jess could go from my cum target to my conference buddy in just a few hours. The guilt was still palpable but there really was something about being away that made it feel separate from my real life. What happens at the conference stays at the conference, I guess.
Following the lecture, Jess and I were walking to the grand hall when suddenly someone close by said, “Great question Jess. You’d never guess you’ve swallowed his semen from how professional you were.”
We turned around and Jess laughed and gave the girl a huge hug. As soon as I saw her, I knew I was in deep shit.
Jessica said, “Rob, remember Stacy? We all hung out for a bit after the conference in New York last year? I texted her almost all of the details about my escapade last night.” Jessica had emphasized the word “almost” for my benefit, likely to signal that she hadn’t told Stacy about my involvement.
“Hi. Yea I think I remember you.”
This was a gross understatement. I not only remembered Stacy, I had been thinking about her on and off since we last met. I was struck so much by how beautiful she was that I would even think of her when fucking my wife sometimes.
Stacy was about 5’2”, with red hair cut short into almost a pixie cut. Her skin was very fair, and brushed over by freckles on her cheeks. Her eyes were green, which sat against her fair skin and red hair so majestically. Her lips a light red that would slide easily into an adorable smile. She was like a fantasy character brought to life, glowing aura and all.
Stacy’s body was slender and her limbs were long that for some reason reminded me of a 70’s starlet. This was helped by her penchant for high waisted jeans that made her ass stick out in a way that begged to be grabbed. Her tits matched her slender body, and I am betting hovered somewhere between and A and a B in size.
At that convention in NY she and I had hit it off and, with Jessica, had hung around each other for the whole weekend. If I hadn’t been married I would have tried something for sure. Something told me that had I tried she would have welcomed it as well.
“Hey Rob. I caught your talk. Interesting stuff,” Stacy said, with a smile.
Jessica interrupted with, “Yes, yes. All very interesting. Just one more breakout group session, and we are free for the night. Stacy, are you going to join us again? I’ve missed you, and I know Rob would love to bore you with the behind the scenes details of his talk.”
“Yea, sounds fun,” she said laughing.
After she left, Jessica and I walked to the next room for our session.
“If you don’t fuck her, I’m going to scream. I didn’t say anything last time, but there’s obvious tension between you two.”
“Jessica, calm down. Just give me some time to acclimate to this whole fantasy island thing you are onto with conferences and time away before we start talking about fucking people.”
Jessica smiled a smug smile. “The fact that you didn’t just break down or completely shut me up is a good sign I’m right. You want that little tittied skinny girl so bad.”
I hate it when she’s right.
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That night we met at the hotel bar, and familiar patterns set in. We drank, talked about the day, and ate bad bar food. Jessica was off talking to Dr. Wilks and I knew where that was going. After we drank our fill, Stacy and I decided to walk around and get away from the bar noise. Everything felt so smooth as if we picked right up from the last conference. Eventually, the topic turned to hobbies and I mentioned my photography.