Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Conference Ball (FM, wife, cheat)
Date: 9 Oct 1995 19:57:31 GMT

			 The Conference Ball
                                 by
			      Anonymous

	I once went to a conference in another part of the country. I
met many people who I'd known from afar in the past. You know how it
is the day before a conference starts. People hang out in the bar and
the lobby. I met some friends, and noticed this tall, quiet man who
was with them. We sort of watched one another as we engaged in a six-
way conversation. I thought he was cute, but, then I think MOST men
are. I am generally just a looker.

	Finally, someone said, "Oh, Jane, this is Len Josephs."

	"Len! Wow! I've always wanted to meet you!" We shook hands,
but wound up hugging one another. Len and I had exchanged some mail
years before, and admired one another's work. Instantly, I wanted to
take him to bed. It was quite a shock because I don't normally feel
that strongly about someone seconds after meeting him. It was
literally lust at first touch.

	Since we had friends in common, we went to dinner together.
Now, I'm not the sort of woman who picks men up. It simply had never
happened before. I'd had the occasional extra-marital lover, but it
had always been with a friend, not with someone I'd just met. I fought
with myself all during dinner. How obvious could I be with him about
the way I felt? Could I actually say to him, "I'd love to make love
with you."? While Len and I wound up sitting together at dinner, and
while he made me laugh a lot, he seemed to back off when my knee
rested against his. Well, I knew he was married, so maybe he didn't
fool around. Still, I felt like someone had shot me full of speed. I
shook like crazy, and felt about ready to fly off the chair, just
looking at him.

	After dinner, he went back to his room. I went back to my
room. I paced around a lot. He'd given his friends his room number,
and I'd memorized it. I walked to the elevator, went to his floor and
stood before his door. I raised my hand to knock... then turned and
returned to my room.

	I guessed I wasn't the sort of woman who can knock on a man's
door, without a reason other than to ask "Wanna fuck?"

	Suddenly, I realized I had a book he'd expressed some interest
in at dinner. I took the book and practically bolted back to his
room. This time, my hand connected with the door. When he opened the
door, he had a genuinely shocked expression on his face, but I talked
over it. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I thought you'd be
interested in seeing this," I said, going into his room without
further invitation.

	"Oh, no problem. I was just resting." We sat down on the beds
and looked at the book together. Eventually, I sat on the bed beside
him. As we looked at the book, we sat closer and closer together.
Finally, he took my hand and squeezed it hard. "I'm going over to
Lori's party for a while. Do you want to come back later?"

	"Oh, yes! I don't normally do this sort of thing, but I really
want to come back."

	"I don't want to stay over there for TOO long."

	"Me neither." We stood up and kissed. As hot as I felt, he
felt hotter. But it didn't show on his face the way it had to be
showing on mine. I kept feeling myself turning red in front of him.

	"What about precautions... "

	"Well, I'm not too concerned. My period ended yesterday... "

	"I'd better go get some condoms."

	I felt severely embarrassed, being a college-educated,
Planned-Parenthood trained woman. At least if I was on the verge of
behaving irresponsibly, I had the good luck to find someone who
WASN'T. "You're absolutely right. Sorry about that."

	"It's OK." He kissed me again, his tongue brushing my lips.

	I dashed back to my room, slipped into something more
comfortable (yet socially acceptable), and went to Lori's room. Many
old friends were there, but I couldn't engage in coherent
conversation. My thoughts and eyes kept drifting to Len, who sat in a
corner, talking. Finally, after a day-long half hour, I went out of
the party and down to the bar. I kept calling Len's room, to see if
he'd gotten the hint and had returned to his room. No dice. After yet
another overly long half-hour, I returned to the party. He was still
there. Whew! I wandered the party a bit, then returned to the hallway.
Len followed after a moment.

	"I thought you'd changed your mind," he said sadly.

	"God no. I just can't sit still. Can we go now?"

	"Yes." We walked to the elevator, relieved that there was no
one in it. I took his hand, but we dropped hands as soon as the door
opened on his floor. No one was in the hall either, so we walked to
his room together.

	We were both nervous. I ran to the bathroom. He turned on the
TV. "Can we turn it off?" I asked, turning on the light across the
room.

	"I don't mind." I turned the set off and joined him on the
bed. We kicked off our shoes and lay back, just holding hands and
watching each other at first. His hands were large and bony and very
strong. I suppose I have something of a hand fetish, because just
stroking his hands really turned me on.

	As we kissed, his tongue filled my mouth, and I sucked on his
tongue until my lips were sore. He played with the straps of my dress,
reaching his hand into the front to play with my bra. He took off the
dress, but had a little problem with the bra - it was one of those
strapless affairs with innumerable hooks. He took the bra off and
suckled hard on my breasts. I lay back on the bed, caressing his neck
and beginning to moan in pleasure.

	I finally sat up enough to help him off with his clothes. I
had as much trouble with his sansa-belt slacks as he'd had with my bra
earlier. But he helped out, and I found him hard and hot. He lay on
top of me, his cock rubbing against my underpants. My clit began
trembling against his heat. He reached inside, stroking my clitoris.
"You're so wet," he murmured.

	"I'm not usually THIS bad... " I said, running my hands up and
down his back. My underpants were literally dripping from six hours
of thinking about him and a half hour of foreplay. Already, waves of
pleasure were streaming through my body. I remembered some of the net
jokes about "If this is just foreplay, tonight is going to kill me." I
wondered what my husband would think if I died in the arms of another
man...

	I leaned forward and tentatively took his penis in my mouth.
He was longer, but narrower than what I was used to. He moaned,
working my underpants off. I sucked on him harder, feeling his cock
get even hotter.

	He pushed me off, laying me back and spreading my legs.
"Aren't you going to go down on me?" I asked watching him grab for his
condoms.

	"I wasn't sure if you wanted that."

	"Not want it??! Please, do!"

	He fell between my legs, his pointed tongue pushing hard
against my clit. I became even wetter, some from his tongue, but
mostly from my incredible rate of arousal. His tongue was very
forceful, feeling more like a slick finger than a tongue. He licked me
out, his tongue darting in and out of my vagina.

	Finally he rose, and put the condom on effortlessly. He knelt
and slid very slowly into me, like someone using an iron poker to make
a fire flare. I pulled him in tight, feeling about ready to explode.
Very gradually, we moved together. I pulled my legs up to let him in
ever further. We shifted around quite a bit, and I took some time on
top, pressing my hips into his. An orgasm hit me so hard that my knees
went weak, and I fell on my arms to avoid hitting him.

	We flipped over again, and he began pumping into me
vigorously. He pulled up my leg and wrapped it around his shoulder.
His face, usually so bland, positively glowed as I came again. I
couldn't stop moaning. He finally came, rolling aside and stroking my
belly. The whole lower half of my body spasmed, and I couldn't speak
for a moment.

	"Same time, next year?" he asked.

	"Oh!" We held onto one another, giggling. "It's funny...
that's the kind of lover I always wanted."

	I was amazed by how quickly he was ready to come again. I was
certainly more than ready myself! As we made love again, every nerve
in my body trembled. My body throbbed in utter pleasure. The
experience reminded me of a very long weekend my then-boyfriend (now
husband) shared long ago.

	We attempted to sleep together. He was far more successful
than I. I found it impossible to sleep when I was tingling so much. I
finally drifted off. When I woke up, I saw his eyes looking down on
me. "Good morning," he said, his soft voice arousing me as much as his
touch had the night before.

	"Hi." I reached up and started playing with his hair.

	"How are you?" He kissed me.

	"I'm tired... but terrific otherwise." I kissed him back hard,
noticing that his penis was standing at attention under his pajamas.
"Do you want to... ?"

	"Hmmm... " He took off his pajamas. I took off my slip, he put
on a condom and was inside me instantly. My orgasm built quickly, and
I kept trying to muffle myself, worrying that I might wake up the
folks in the next room. I sucked on his fingers, trying to quiet
myself.

	When we were done, I clung to him. The notion of leaving him
tore at me. But, I knew we both had roommates to consider for the
duration of the conference, and various responsibilities. I kept
telling him how wonderful he'd been, and he kept telling me how
exhausted he felt. Finally, I knew I had to leave, so I kissed him
goodbye and went to my room for a much-needed shower and a change of
clothes.

	I ran into him often over the next week. I particularly
remember joking with him in the bar the next night, with our
respective roommates almost within earshot. That night, after being
awake for nearly two days, I lay down on my bed as my roommate
brushed her teeth in the bathroom. Just lying down made my whole body
quake, as if he were lying beside me and taking me from behind. It
was as if I was in bed with a demon. I don't think my roommate heard
my sudden, load moan. I bit my lips and shifted my position. It was so
strange to feel myself coming without being touched, but then, the
previous 24 hours had been pretty strange.

	Len and I never could work out a reunion that week. In some
ways, it didn't matter. The night with him sent my body into what felt
like a two-month orgasm. I could feel his cock slide into me, or his
tongue move against my clit. I spent much of that week blushing. For
two months, I couldn't make love with my husband without feeling Len.
That was very frustrating, because Len and I could never be any more
than long distance lovers. But after about two months, I approached
love-making with my husband with renewed zeal, and started
appreciating him again for the fine lover that he is.

	And Len? He turned out to be a terrific one-night stand.