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“When we are on-site, we have to be professional and courteous. These clients have a lot of choice in who they contract with. The EdTech space is highly competitive and while we do have an excellent product, we charge appropriately for that excellence and that means there’s a lot of haggling. In the same breath, these conferences and client on-sites are also a time to relax a bit and let our hair down, particularly in the evenings. It’s important that we demonstrate that we are both professional and serious in our work yet also down-to-earth and good people personally. It’s almost always a good time!”

Rebeca, my new boss, was giving me a breakdown of what to expect at these large educational conferences and client on-site visits. My recent promotion to Sr. Manager of Product and Client Services was hot off the press and while I was expecting a quick onboarding, I didn’t anticipate needing to travel to a conference the very next week!

My company, LearningTech, is an industry leader in the EdTech space. I have been here for over ten years rising through the ranks from a customer support representative to here, a Sr Manager at the age of 38! The previous Sr Manager had recently left the company and while my promotion wasn’t a shock, it is pretty different from my previous duties as a Sr. Product Manager. I would now be responsible for client satisfaction and retention and would be traveling about 30% of the time to industry conferences and client sites across the country to learn first-hand how the company’s clients used the product offerings and to ensure those clients are fully satisfied. While most of our clients are public and charter schools, we do have a few large corporate entities that use our products for professional development and training.

I had worked with Rebeca before but was never directly under her supervision. Rebeca has been the VP of Client Services for about five years and has been very successful at her job. She is a slightly older white/Hispanic mixed woman at 45 but she has aged incredibly well. She stands at about 5’10” with flowing brunette hair and curves in all the right places. She has to be at least a D cup and despite the curves, she holds herself like she sees a lot of gym time. Word around the office is that all the guys absolutely drool over her when she walks by and it has been rumored that the men on the executive leadership team are constantly trying to get into her panties (apparently, some were successful).

Despite this, she is a firm but fair manager and has an earned reputation for retaining and closing deals once thought impossible. I could really learn a lot under her guidance and I’m genuinely looking forward to working with her!

“Now, one thing to keep in mind when we are traveling” – she says sharply – “is that the vast majority of our client contacts are men. I probably don’t have to tell you but combine men who have a little bit of power with being at a conference away from their wives, and, well…let’s just say that as women, it can sometimes feel like we’re the last ones standing at the Alamo!”

I giggled at her reference and said, “Oh, I definitely understand. Don’t worry about me, I’ve gotten good at batting them away after all these years. My husband and I were high school sweethearts and have been married for over a decade. I like to think I can handle things.”

“Well, that’s good to hear,” as a sly smile comes across her face. “The last thing I’d want is for new responsibilities and travel burdens to cause problems at home.”

Her smile struck me as a little odd but I let it go. She’s probably just unsure how I’ll react. Truth be told, I really don’t know how I’d react under the pressure and circumstances but I’m not exactly worried. What Rebeca doesn’t know is that my husband Jonathan and I have been swingers for almost a decade now. We have no problems with each other having sex with others either together or separately. In fact, I’m a little excited about the possibility of some extra attention away from home. It has been a fantasy for us for a while but we’ve never had the opportunity to live it out.

I wasn’t lying when I said that I had practice keeping the men at bay. I am only 5’3″ at about 140lbs but I also like to think that I have curves in the right places. Of Chinese descent, I’ve been dealing with men of all races and their “yellow fever” since I hit puberty. I’m a solid C cup and have an ass more closely aligned with Hispanic women than your typical Asian. After two kids, my body isn’t what it used to be but last year I had a tummy tuck done and so far I’ve had no complaints!


“So how was your first day, Mrs. Sr. Manager of Product and Client Services?” Jonathan, my husband, asked me. The kids were in bed and we were relaxing on the sofa downstairs.

“Oh, it was good. I had my first meeting with Rebeca. She told me about my new responsibilities and gave me a breakdown of how the conferences and on-site’s typically work. Nothing crazy. To tell you the truth, I’m a little excited about traveling and going to new places.” I said.

“I’m sure you are. Travel, new places, new people, ‘satisfying’ clients…private hotel rooms…I’m sure you are positively ecstatic.”

A smile, not unlike the one Rebeca gave me earlier that day, crosses my lips. “I mean, there could be a lot of possibilities. I’m just saying. It might be fun.”

Jonathan gets up and sits down next to me on the sofa, putting one hand on my thigh and nuzzling my neck he whispers, “And that’s exactly what I’m hoping for.” As he starts to kiss my neck, a sigh escapes my lips as my head falls back onto the sofa and I reach down to lift his shirt and pull it over his head.

His hand reaches inside the waistband of my pajama shorts as he wiggles them down my legs onto the floor, his hand, brushing the inside of my thigh as it makes its way to my panty-covered crotch. I slightly part my legs and let him gently rub my mound as I feel the waves of pleasure travel from my clit to the rest of my body. I grab his head and pull him into mine as we start passionately kissing.

After a while, he breaks the kiss and grabs both sides of my panties and pulls them down. I lift my hips to let them slide over my supple ass and he leaves them on the floor at my feet. He gets down on his knees in front of me as I instinctively raise my knees and spread myself for him.

“Tell me about the ‘fun’ you want to have on these business trips,” he says, as his lips find, kiss, and suck my inner thighs.

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t already thought of a few erotic scenarios. “Well, I’m kind of hoping that I run into a good-looking guy at the hotel bar one night. Maybe he’s a little younger than me; late 20’s or early 30’s. Clean cut and fit. Maybe I’ll let him buy me a drink while we spend the night chatting and flirting.” Jonathan slowly works his kisses towards my clit as my breathing becomes heavy. “As the evening goes on and the drinks take their toll, we start passively touching each other. My hand on his shoulder…his hand on my knee.”

As Jonathan inches closer to my clit, I can feel my wetness flowing. A warm breath of air flows over my exposed clit as he asks me, “What are you wearing?”

“I’m wearing a tight red dress and black heels. The dress comes up about mid-thigh but when I’m sitting, it rides higher. I definitely have to keep my legs crossed or else everyone will see what’s underneath. It has a low cut and definitely shows a lot of cleavage. The back is open and crests a few inches above my ass. My hair is up and I have single pendant necklace hanging and nestled right between my breasts.”

Just as I finish my description, I feel Jonathan’s whole mouth engulf my clit, gently sucking it into his mouth as his tongue gently presses down on it. I gasp and let out a deep moan of pleasure. I move both of my hands to the back of his head as I pull him in deeper letting him work his magic tongue on me. I can feel my orgasm quickly building and it takes Jonathan’s tongue only seconds to lick down into my opening and to plunge deep inside of me before I have my first powerful orgasm of the night. I’m a screamer during sex and I let it all out tonight! After I come down, he breaks away.

“Then what happens?” he asks me.

I take a moment to catch my breath and say, “After we’ve been there a while, chatting and flirting, he leans in and whispers into my ear if I want to join him in his room for the night. I smile and blush, finish off what’s left of my drink, and simply stand up, take him by the hand, and lead him to the elevators.”

Jonathan stands up and pulls down his shorts and boxers in one motion, kicking them to the side. His familiar 6″ cock is standing at attention as he kneels down between my spread legs and leans in for a deep kiss. I feel the head of his cock rubbing up and down my slit. I feel so wet. He slowly leans down onto me as he eases his cock into my dripping pussy. I let out a moan as the feeling of finally being filled comes over my body.

Rhythmically, he works himself in and out of me while deeply kissing me. He leans back and grabs my ankles and holds them wide open.

“What happens once you get to his room?” Jonathan asks.

So hot with pleasure for my husband, I can hardly think of what to say.

I respond between exhaustive breaths of pleasure, “As soon as we get inside, we start kissing and stripping each other. All the sexual tension of the evening boils over and we just start going at each other. He pushes me back onto the bed. Coming down between my legs I feel his body press onto mine as he massages my breasts and lightly pinches my nipples while we explore each other’s mouths.”

Jonathan starts thrusting faster now as we lock eyes, pure lust on each other’s faces. I reach down and start rubbing my clit. My eyes never leaving his.

“Oh fuck, yes, baby. Just like that.” I say.

“Then what happens?” Jonathan asks.

“All of a sudden, I feel something at the opening of my pussy. I break our kiss to look down and I see his cock for the first time. It’s a big one. It has to be 8” and almost as thick as my wrist. I’m a little shocked as my mouth opens in quiet amazement. Just as the size of his cock registers with me, I feel a hard push and a little pain. He slid his huge cock right into me all the way to the hilt. I was so wet I took it with little trouble. Immediately, a short yelp escapes my mouth as my head rolls back in pure pleasure at being completely stretched by this man I hardly know.

“I start to lose track of what’s going on as he keeps driving deep into me with increasing passion. He’s kissing my neck, sucking my nipples, grabbing my ass and lifting me so he can get even deeper into me. I can’t even keep track of how many orgasms I have had or how long he has been fucking me like this.”

My second orgasm of the night is about to hit and I can tell Jonathan is about to cum so I continue the fantasy.

“After what seemed like at least 20min of him taking my body, I feel him tense up as he grunts and moans into my mouth. I know he’s about to cum so I clench my pussy as tight as I can and I feel him shoot his seed deep into me.”

As soon as I say this, Jonathan himself lets out a moan as he thrusts deep into me and cums. I love the feeling of a man cumming inside of me and this triggers my second orgasm of the night as I scream out in pleasure.

“OHH FUCK, yes, I’m CUMMING!!” I yell.

We both collapse on the sofa.

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