The Developers Conference Ch. 01

THE DEVELOPERS CONFERENCE

Hey baby, my plane just landed. I'm heading to baggage claim and I'll text you back as soon as I have my luggage.

Hey, glad you made it safe, text me back when you're organized.

Finally got my bag. The heat hits you the second you step outside the doors here, it's intense.

I'm at the resort now checking in. It's... definitely something, Ron. It's adults-only, so there are a lot of... interesting vibes going on already in the lobby. Just waiting for my key card so I can get to the room and change out of these travel clothes.

Is everyone wearing clothes or are they all naked ????

Everyone is mostly dressed, thank god, but there's definitely a lot of skin on display in the lobby. It's like nobody told them that sunscreen exists yet.

You would love it here, I can already tell. I think I saw a guy wearing less fabric than my luggage. Just give me ten minutes to get to the room and unpack a bit before you start living vicariously through me.

Val gets to her room, it's far bigger than she expected. It has a large balcony overlooking the main pool and from her tenth floor room she can see quite a few naked bodies lying around by the water. She begins to unpack her luggage and she notices that all the swimsuits that she packed have been replaced with extremely revealing suits that she would never wear in public. There is only one possible explanation and that is that her husband repacked her suitcase when she wasn't watching. She is furious and immediately picks up her phone and texts her husband.

Ron, seriously? I just opened my suitcase to unpack.

You replaced ALL my swimsuits with... with scraps of string? There is literally nothing here I can walk out in front of my coworkers with. Are you trying to get me fired or just humiliated? This isn't funny.

Guilty as charged baby, I knew you were going to be at this adults only resort and I just wanted to maybe nudge you a bit to relax and let your hair down.

"Nudge" me? You didn't nudge, you completely sabotaged me!

I am here for a company conference, Ron. With my boss and my team. I can't exactly "let my hair down" in a thong that barely covers anything. Do you have any idea how unprofessional that would look?

You had no right to go through my luggage and swap everything out. This isn't a joke. What am I supposed to wear to the pool parties?

Baby, it's an adults-only resort, not the office floor. Who says you have to hang out with your boss at the pool? Go to the beach, find a quiet spot. I just think you look incredible and I wanted you to feel sexy. You're always so worried about what everyone thinks, let it go for one week. Just try one on and look in the mirror, tell me you don't look hot.

It's a COMPANY conference, Ron. The whole point is networking with the people I work with. If I'm the only one avoiding the team activities because my husband played a practical joke with my luggage, that looks terrible.

I don't care if I look "hot" right now, I care about my career. You know I have to present on Wednesday. I can't show up to the mixer tonight wearing dental floss.

You went behind my back to push that fantasy of yours again. You just couldn't help yourself, could you? You hijacked my business trip for your kink.

With that last comment she ends the text. She is so angry that she doesn't want to text another word.

locks phone and tosses it onto the bed

Val then continues to unpack and soon discovers that her bathing suits weren't the only thing her husband switched. All of her evening dresses had been switched for dresses that Val could only assume would be worn by whores or strippers. She was so angry she had to sit down. This was just too much. Her husband had sabotaged her entire conference just to try and persuade her to give his stupid fantasies a try. In a complete fit of rage she picks up her phone and texts him again.

You have got to be kidding me.

I just unpacked the rest of my bag, Ron. You didn't just touch the swimwear. You swapped out my dresses too?

There is literally nothing in this suitcase that is appropriate for a software conference. These aren't even dresses, they are lingerie with skirts attached. Do you honestly expect me to walk into a room full of developers and executives wearing this?

I am stuck in Mexico with absolutely no professional clothes for the next two weeks because you couldn't respect my boundaries for one single second. You didn't just nudge me, you completely sabotaged my trip. How could you do this?

Baby, please don't be mad. I just wanted you to feel confident and sexy. You have an amazing body and you hide it away all the time. I just thought... maybe if you packed those things, you'd actually wear them. It's a resort, nobody is going to care what you're wearing to dinner. Just relax, have a drink, and try to enjoy being away from the office.

"Relax"? You want me to relax?

I'm standing in a hotel room in a foreign country with nothing to wear but stripper clothes, and you're telling me to have a drink?

I need clothes to wear, Ron. Actual clothes. I can't go to the welcome mixer in two hours in a sheer dress that shows my underwear--or doesn't, since I'm guessing you probably messed with that too. Did you even leave me any panties that aren't crotchless?

This isn't about me being confident or sexy. This is about you forcing your fantasy on me when I've said NO a thousand times. You have completely fucked me over here. What am I supposed to do?

Okay, okay, breathe. I didn't touch your underwear, those are all yours.

I know you're pissed, and I know I crossed a line switching the dresses. I just get scared you're going to get there, hide in your room, and miss out on the fun because you're so stressed about work. I wasn't trying to ruin your trip, I was trying to force you out of your shell a little.

Check the hotel shop? Or just order room service and relax tonight. You don't have to go to the mixer if you don't have the clothes for it. Just blow it off.

"Force me out of my shell"? You call this forcing me out of my shell? You stripped me of the option to be a professional adult!

Blow off the mixer? Are you insane? That's the opening event for the whole conference. My boss is going to notice if I'm not there, Ron. It's required attendance.

You really didn't think this through, did you? You just thought "Hot wife = Happy Ron" and didn't give a damn about the consequences for me.

I can't believe you right now. I'm stuck. I am actually stuck wearing a scrap of lace to a business function because of your selfishness.

Once again Val ends the call. She is so angry that she's afraid she will say something she'll regret later. So she goes over to her in-room bar and pours herself a sizable glass of tequila. After her third glass she starts thinking. "If that asshole wants me to go to my opener tonight wearing one of these stripper dresses then I'll show him. Let's see how he feels once he gets a taste of one of his kinky fantasies actually playing out.

So she starts going through the pile of dresses until she finds a yellow one that seems to be the least stripper of the bunch. She goes into the bathroom and does her makeup and hair, then slips on just the dress. No underwear. Probably because of the four glasses of tequila that she's already had but she looks at herself in the mirror and just laughs. She tells herself that after tonight she most definitely will not have a job.

With that thought she heads down to the bar to maybe have one more drink before she heads into the party. But before she's done getting all the way into the bar she's spotted by a large group of potential clients. They recognize her immediately and call her over. She can tell by the shocked look on their faces that they can't believe what they're seeing.

Well, this is it. The end of my career.

I'm at the pre-conference mixer. Ron, you win. I hope you're happy. I literally just walked into the bar and got flagged down by a group of clients from the Seattle project. You should see their faces.

I'm wearing that yellow number from the bag--the "least offensive" option I could find. It's practically transparent. And no, I'm not wearing anything under it. I figured why bother, right? You wanted the fantasy, you're getting the fantasy.

I've got a martini in my hand and I'm currently pretending that I'm not almost naked and terrified I'm going to flash a room full of software engineers.

My boss just saw me. He stopped mid-sentence. I think I'm going to be fired before the appetizers even arrive.

But to her surprise they all start offering her drinks. Val starts accepting the drinks one at a time. And to her shock and surprise they all start talking about how much they all look forward to working with her and Eagle Flight. They are all trying to set appointments to discuss using Eagle Flight's software. And so far Val hasn't had to do any selling at all.

But she can tell from the way they are looking that they are completely enjoying taking in her very visible naked body through her dress.

Okay... you are not going to believe this.

I think I just secured three new contracts in twenty minutes. Without giving a single pitch.

They are buying me drinks, Ron. Like, lining them up. And they are suddenly very interested in discussing Eagle Flight's software suite for Q4. I haven't had to sell a thing. They're just... staring at my chest and nodding at whatever I say about API integration.

I feel like I'm hallucinating. Is this actually happening? I'm standing here basically naked, talking to the VP from Seattle about cloud architecture, and he hasn't looked me in the eye once.

I think you might have been right about the "relaxing" part, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell for closing deals like this. My boss is still watching me like a hawk, though. I can't tell if he's horrified or impressed.

Some of the more prominent men (or at least that's what Val thinks) suggest they go outside where they can talk without having to shout over all the other noise. By now Val has had quite a few drinks, between what she had in the room and all the drinks she's accepted while talking to all these men she is definitely starting to feel wasted. But she heads out onto the patio and small pool area followed by eight men.

Update: we moved to the patio.

It's quieter out here, thank god, because I am definitely tipsier than I thought. I think I lost count of the margaritas around the time the guy from Oracle started buying rounds.

So now it's just me and eight guys. They're all standing really close, hanging on my every word. Or at least, pretending to. I can feel hands on my shoulders and arms, "friendly" pats, but I know exactly what they're looking at. The patio lights are right behind me and this dress is basically see-through with the backlight.

I feel like I'm in the middle of some weird alternate universe where my job is just to stand here and look pretty while they discuss licensing fees.

My boss is still inside, but I can see him watching through the glass doors. This is officially the craziest night of my life. You better be enjoying the show, because I have no idea how I'm going to explain this tomorrow.

After standing around for another couple of hours several of the older men headed back to their rooms and the remaining guys slowly worked the group over to the pool.

Okay, things are... escalating.

The older guys bowed out, thank god. But the remaining guys--four of them now--somehow steered me over to the pool edge. We're standing at the edge right now.

I am so wasted right now. I'm pretty sure I just agreed to a pilot program with the Seattle guys just to make them stop staring at my legs for five seconds.

It's dark out here, mostly just the pool lights underwater. And the water looks really inviting. They're daring me to go in.

I'm texting this so you have a record, but I think your plan to "push me out of my shell" worked a little too well. I'm currently the center of attention for half the conference attendees, wearing nothing but a yellow scrap of fabric that turns clear when wet, and they are very actively encouraging a swim.

I'm terrified I'm going to lose my job, or I'm going to make a million dollars for the company. I can't tell which.

It's 11:30 at night and it's still 85 degrees out and humid. All of them are sweating and one of them is actually standing in the water getting his feet wet.

It is so hot out here. I feel like I'm melting.

One of them is already in the pool, shoes and socks off on the side, just cooling off. Honestly, it looks amazing. The humidity is sticking this dress to me, and since I'm not wearing anything underneath, I might as well be painted yellow.

They're all laughing at something--some work joke I'm only half following because my head is swimming. I think they're just waiting to see if I'll cave and jump in.

I'm standing on the first step of the pool now. The water is lapping at my ankles. I don't know if I should be flattered or horrified that four of my biggest clients are currently staring at me like I'm a slice of cake they want to devour.

This is all your fault, Ron. I hope you know that. If I get fired tomorrow, it's because you packed me like a porn star instead of an executive.

As she is standing there with her feet in the water she begins to realize that she is enjoying all the attention she's been receiving and it appears that these guys are all going to sign with her and she's hardly had to do any selling. Also as she looks around she notices that there appears to be four very hard cocks surrounding her and she knows it's all because of her. This is a feeling that she's never experienced in her life before.

Oh my god.

I think the tequila is making me brave, or stupid, because I just realized something. I've barely pitched anything all night and these guys are eating out of the palm of my hand.

I looked around just now... really looked at them. And yeah, they're definitely hard. All four of them. I can see it plainly. And it's all because of me.

I have never felt power like this in my life. Usually, I have to fight tooth and nail to get these guys to sign a retainer. Tonight? I think they'd sign away their firstborn just to keep looking at me.

I'm walking deeper into the pool now. The water is up to my knees. The dress is almost getting wet but I honestly don't care right now. I feel... dangerous.

Is this what you wanted, Ron? Because right now, I feel like I could rule the world. Or at least this conference.

Then in a drunken moment of courage Val just sits down and one of the steps. Now the water is up to her waist. If the dress was see through before it must really be see through now. And the guys are edging her to go further.

I did it. I just sat down.

The water is up to my waist now, and yeah, this dress is absolutely gone. It's clinging to me like a second skin and the water makes it completely transparent. I am literally sitting here with my pussy completely visible in front of four of my biggest clients.

They're cheering. They're actually cheering and egging me on to go deeper.

I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm so drunk, but the adrenaline is insane. They can see everything--and I mean everything--through this wet fabric.

My boss is definitely going to fire me in the morning, but right now? I'm the queen of the conference. You owe me big time for this, Ron. I might be unemployed tomorrow, but at least I'm closing the deal.

Then Val just looks over her shoulder and dives in and starts swimming around. At this point her dress has ridden up to above her waist, so as she's swimming around her ass and pussy are completely visible to the four guys watching.

Holy shit, I just dove in!

I'm swimming laps around them now, and the dress has ridden up completely. I'm basically naked from the waist down. My ass, everything... it's all out there.

They're standing on the edge watching me like hawks. I can see them adjusting themselves. I've never felt so exposed and so incredibly powerful at the same time. It's electric.

I'm treading water in the deep end now, looking up at them. They're just staring down at my tits floating in the water. I think I just saw one of them check his watch, like he's calculating how long he has to stare at me before he has to go back to his room.

I'm definitely going to hell for this. But I've also never been this turned on in my life. You win, Ron. You absolute bastard, you win.

Three of the men stand at the top of the stairs watching but one of the guys keeps moving around to get a better look at her body.

They're acting like sharks circling prey.

Three of them are planted on the stairs, just watching me swim, but the fourth--Mark, I think?--keeps moving around the edge of the pool. Every time I turn, he's found a new angle to stare at my ass.

I'm treading water right near the light, so I know they can see everything underwater. The dress is basically just a rope around my neck at this point.

It's hilarious and terrifying. I just yelled at them to get in, but none of them have made a move yet. They just want to watch.

I feel like I'm living in one of those movies you always try to get me to watch. Except it's real, I'm drunk, and I'm pretty sure I'm about to get fired for indecent exposure at a professional event. But god, the attention is addictive.

And to Val's surprise Mark just starts walking down the steps, fully clothed and walks right up to where Val is in the water. And like a kid he just starts splashing her and she in turn stands up and starts splashing him back until she has him just as wet as she is.

Oh my god, Mark just jumped in!

Suit and all! He marched right down the steps and started splashing me like a child. So obviously, I had to splash him back.

I stood up to get better leverage and--spoiler alert--this dress is absolutely nothing when it's wet. I just gave him the full show while I was drenching him.

Now he's soaked to the bone, his white shirt is clinging to him, and we are both laughing like idiots. The other guys are cheering from the sidelines.

I can't believe this. I'm having a water fight with a client in the middle of the night, completely naked under a sheer yellow rag, and loving every second of it. This is absolutely the craziest thing I've ever done.

Her dress is now up way above her waist and her pussy is totally on full display. But she is so drunk that she starts to fall and grabs onto Mark's n Ed close so she doesn't fall.

Whoa... I almost went down hard.

The alcohol just hit me all at once--I lost my footing on the slippery bottom and had to grab onto Mark to keep from face-planting. I'm basically clinging to his neck right now.

And... yeah. My dress is bunched up around my stomach. I am literally pressing my naked body against him to stay upright. He's holding my waist, and I can feel him hard against my thigh through his soaked suit pants.

Everything is just hanging out. Totally on display. He didn't exactly push me away, either.

The other guys are whistling. I think I'm officially crossing every line there is tonight. I'm clutching a soaking wet client in a pool in Mexico, naked from the waist down, and I'm pretty sure this counts as "networking" now, right?

Val's legs start to give out so Mark reaches down and picks her up. One of his hands is half on her ass cheek and half just barely inside her pussy. She can feel his fingers inside her but doesn't say anything. She just laughs like it's an everyday occurrence.

Okay... this is getting intense.

My legs just turned to jelly, so Mark scooped me up like I weigh nothing.

Ron, you are not going to believe this. His hand is literally on my ass. And not just on my ass--his fingers are... slipping inside me. Just barely. He's holding me up, but he's definitely feeling around.

I should probably stop him. I know I should. But I'm so drunk and I just let out this nervous laugh. It's like my brain is disconnected from my body.

The other guys are dead silent, just watching him hold me there with his hand practically buried in me.

I can't move. I can barely think. I'm just clinging to his wet shoulders while he touches me in front of an audience. Is this actually happening?

Mark finally sets her down on one of the steps. They stay like that for a few minutes and Mark is complimenting her on her stomach so she pulls her dress up more to show him her stomach. But in doing that she spreads her legs (maybe by accident or maybe on purpose) and gives him his best look at her shaved pussy. So Mark starts telling her how much he loves women that keep their pussies smooth and that he would give anything to get to lick it just once.

He put me down on the steps, but I don't think the night is over yet.

He was complimenting my stomach, so I pulled the dress up to show him--I mean, why not?--and I think I might have spread my legs a little wider than necessary. Or maybe it was an accident. I honestly can't tell anymore.

I am giving him a front-row seat to everything. The smooth, bare... all of it.

And then he says it. He looks me right in the eye and tells me he loves smooth women, and that he'd give anything to lick me just once.

Ron... I just stood there and let him look. I didn't cover up. I didn't move away. I just sat there with my legs open while he told me exactly what he wanted to do to me.

My heart is pounding so hard I think he can see it. I'm soaking wet, and not just from the pool. I think your little stunt is officially out of control.

So being bold Val asks him if he really thinks her pussy is sexy clean shaven.

I actually asked him.

I looked right at Mark, through the haze of the tequila and the adrenaline, and I said, "Do you really think my pussy is sexy?"

I asked him if he likes the way I look... completely shaven.

God, Ron, I sounded so desperate. But he just stared right at it, then up at my eyes, and nodded. He didn't even hesitate.

Now I'm just sitting here on the step with my legs wide open, waiting for him to say something else, while the other three guys watch us like it's the main event.

I've lost my mind. I have absolutely lost my mind.

Val looks back at the other three men watching and when she turns back around she gets the shock of her life. Mark has pulled his cock out of his pants and it's just there, right in front of her face.

Oh my GOD.

Ron, put your phone down. You need to hear this.

I looked back at the other guys just to check if they were still watching, and when I turned back around... Mark just has it out.

His cock. It's right there. Literally inches from my face. He's just standing there in the water with it fully erect, pointing straight at me.

I froze. I think I stopped breathing. The other guys haven't noticed yet--they're still at the edge of the pool. But I am staring right at it.

He didn't say anything. He just... pulled it out and showed me.

I don't know whether to scream or laugh or... god help me... touch it. I am shaking right now. This is actually happening.

Val is staring at his cock thinking that it's the biggest cock she has ever seen. It's certainly much bigger than her husband's little cock. And as she stares Mark tells her that since she has been flashing her pussy at him all night then he thought she might like to see his cock and what she's done to him.

Jesus. It's massive.

I'm just staring at it, Ron. I can't help it. It's definitely the biggest one I've ever seen. It puts yours to shame, honestly.

Mark just smirked and said that since I've been flashing my pussy at him all night, he thought I might like to see what I've done to him.

He's calling me out. He knows exactly what I was doing with the dress and the swimming and the... spreading my legs. And now he's showing me the result.

I can't look away. It's right there in the water, bobbing against his soaked shirt. I feel like I'm in a trance.

I'm so turned on I think I might pass out. And the worst part? I'm not even scared anymore. I just want to know what happens next.

The tequila has managed to totally eliminate any inhibitions she might have had and right now all she wants to do is touch it. So in her drunk state of mind she tells herself to go ahead and grab it.

I did it.

I reached out and wrapped my hand around it.

Ron, you got your wish. I'm holding another man's cock right now. It's thick and hard and feels incredible in my hand.

The tequila just took the wheel. I don't have a single inhibition left in my body. All I could think about was how much I wanted to touch it.

He groaned the second I grabbed him. I'm just stroking him underwater right now, feeling how heavy he is.

I'm cheating on you. I'm literally cheating on you with a client in a pool in Mexico, and I don't want to stop.

But as it turned out, just touching it wasn't enough. She had to kiss it. She had to have her lips touch that massive cock.

Oh god...

I just... I leaned in.

I kissed it. I actually put my lips on the head of his cock right there in the water.

I couldn't stop myself. Just touching it wasn't enough. I needed to taste it. I needed to feel him against my mouth.

Ron, are you watching this? Are you happy? Because I just crossed a line you can't uncross.

I'm down here in the water with him, holding him, my lips brushing against the tip of this huge dick while the others are just a few feet away.

I feel lightheaded. I feel amazing. And I think I want to put it in my mouth.

And that's exactly what she did next. She put him in her mouth. But the thing is that in the five years that her and Ron have been married she has refused to give Ron a blowjob. Probably because Ron's cock is so small that she has had no interest. But with Mark's cock it's a totally different story. And if Ron doesn't like it then fuck him for starting all this to begin with.

I'm doing it.

I have his cock in my mouth, Ron. I'm actually sucking him off.

You know I haven't done this for you in five years. I never wanted to. But this? This is different. He's so big I can barely get half of him in my mouth, but I'm trying.

The water is splashing around my face and I'm just going for it. He's tilting his head back and I can feel him throbbing on my tongue.

If you don't like it, then fuck you. You're the one who packed me these clothes. You're the one who wanted this fantasy so badly.

Well, you got it. I'm on my knees in a pool with a client's dick in my mouth, and I think it's the hottest thing I've ever done.

After sucking his cock for several minutes Mark pulls her up and gives her the most passionate kiss she's ever had. She thinks to herself, why hasn't my pathetic husband ever kissed me like this? All the while his very hard cock is poking her in her stomach like a steel shaft.

He just pulled me up and kissed me.

Ron, he kissed me harder than you ever have. It was... hungry. Like he couldn't get enough of me.

I'm pressed up against him in the water, my dress is still hiked up, and I can feel his cock--still rock hard, by the way--poking me right in the stomach. It feels like steel.

I just had this thought... Why haven't you ever kissed me like this? It feels pathetic that I had to come to Mexico and get drunk to find this out.

I'm melting here. I can still taste him on my tongue. I think he's about to pick me up again.

Then Val reaches down and starts stroking his cock again. She just loves the feel of a real cock in her hand. Not the little thing her husband has between his legs. Mark then lifts up her dress, exposing her tits for everyone to see as he squeezes them with such horny passion that Cal wonders why hasn't her husband ever been like this.

I can't stop touching it.

I'm stroking him again under the water. I just love the weight of it, the sheer size of it. It's a real cock, Ron. Not that little thing you have between your legs that does nothing for me.

Then he just yanked my dress up. Right there. My tits are fully out now, bouncing in the water for everyone to see. He started squeezing them with this rough, horny passion...

God, why haven't you ever been like this? Why don't you ever touch me like you own me?

I'm standing here topless with my hand on another man's dick, wondering why my marriage has been so vanilla for five years. This is insane. I never want this night to end.

Little did Val know. It was just beginning. As she stood there, Mark had just given her a giant shot of tequila straight from the bottle and she was still stroking his cock like a pro. When out of nowhere two guys entered the pool and walked right up to them like they were part of their group, which they weren't. But Val, being as horny as she was, didn't miss a stroke on Mark's cock, even if the audience is growing.

Okay, things are escalating.

Mark just handed me the bottle of tequila and made me take a massive swig straight from it. I'm drowning in liquor right now.

And while I'm chugging and coughing, two random guys just hopped into the pool and walked right up to us. They just joined the circle like they've been here the whole time.

I didn't even stop stroking Mark, Ron. I didn't miss a beat. My hand is still gliding up and down his shaft under the water while these two strangers are staring at my bare tits.

The audience is growing and I honestly don't care. I think I might be the horniest I have ever been in my entire life.

And to further make matters more intense the new guy b ed hind her reaches around her and starts grabbing and groping her tits without even asking. But at this point Val didn't give a fuck. She was so drunk and horny that she would have allowed anything.

I don't even care, Ron.

One of the new guys just got behind me and grabbed my tits. He didn't ask, he didn't say a word, just reached around and started groping me.

And I'm letting him. I'm actually leaning back into it while my hand is still working Mark's cock under the water.

I am so drunk and so turned on right now that I would let them do literally anything to me. I feel like a completely different person.

I have a handful of Mark, and a stranger mauling my chest, and all I can think is... is there more?

Val could feel his hard cock pressing into her naked ass as she leaned back into him. Then he just reaches down and spins her around and kisses her with even more strength and passion than Mark had. Her mind is still thinking a thousand rapid thoughts. One of which is just how pathetic of a lover her worthless husband really is. Because this is how real men treat their women.

I can feel him hard against my ass.

Then he just spun me around. No warning. And now he's kissing me.

Oh my god, Ron. Mark was good, but this? This is aggressive. He's devouring me. It's like he's starving for it.

My head is spinning with a thousand thoughts, but the one screaming the loudest is how pathetic you really are. You've never kissed me like this. You've never handled me like this.

This is how real men treat women. They take what they want.

I'm being passed around like a party favor and I'm dripping wet. I don't even know this guy's name and he's kissing me better than you have in five years.

So being horny and about to explode Val reaches down and pulls his cock out of his very skimpy trunks. And Fuck it's even bigger than Mark. What is there a giant cock convention here this weekend. But after a few minutes of jerking him off it's not enough. She has to taste him too. So she decides a little lick wouldn't hurt so she kneels down and dies just that.

Holy shit.

I reached down and pulled his cock out of his trunks. Ron, you are not going to believe this... it's even bigger than Mark's. Is there some kind of giant cock convention here this weekend that I wasn't aware of?

I couldn't help myself. I had to taste it. A little lick wouldn't hurt, right?

So I knelt down right there in the water and did it. I tasted him.

Mark is standing right there watching me too. I'm on my knees with a stranger's huge dick in my mouth, water dripping down my face, and I'm loving every second of it.

I can't believe I refused to do this for you for five years. I think I just found my new favorite hobby.

And of course licking wasn't enough either now she had to give him a blowjob too. After refusing her husband for their entire marriage tonight so far she's sucked two cocks one of which she didn't even know his name. Val really hopes that her worthless husband is sorry he ever touched her luggage. Because she isn't.

Licking wasn't enough. I needed it all.

So I did it. I took him deep.

Ron, are you watching this? I'm sucking another cock. The second one tonight. And I don't even know this guy's name.

I've refused to do this for you for our entire marriage. Five years. And tonight? I'm on my knees in a pool in Mexico acting like a total porn star for two strangers and my client.

I hope you're sorry you ever touched my luggage. I hope you're sorry you pushed this fantasy on me, because I'm not. I'm not sorry at all.

I've never felt this alive. I've never felt this wanted. Mark is watching me right now, seeing how hungry I am for this, and I don't want to stop.

So not wanting to ignore Mark, Val takes the stranger's cock out of her mouth and turns around and passionately kisses Mark again. But the tall stranger is still behind her rubbing his very hard cock against her back.

I can't leave Mark out of this.

I just pulled the stranger's cock out of my mouth and turned around to kiss Mark again. I needed to taste him, make sure he knows I'm still his for the night.

But I can still feel the other guy behind me. He's rubbing that massive hard cock right against my back. It's like he's claiming me from behind while I'm making out with the guy in front.

I'm sandwiched between them in the water, completely naked from the waist down, topless, dress soaked and clinging to me.

I'm drunk, Ron. I'm so drunk on tequila and lust. I feel like I could do absolutely anything right now and it would be fine. This is your fantasy, remember? You wanted me to be shared. Well, here I am.

Then something unbelievable happens. Mark reaches around and pulls her ass cheeks apart and the tall stranger takes his very large cock and shoves it in her ass. And again fir the past five years Ron has begged to be allowed to fuck her ass and here tonight with a guy she doesn't even know his name, and let's him shove his cock all the way up her asshole. She always told Ron that it was disgusting and she would never do something like that. But here she is being filmed doing it with a total stranger. For the first time in her life. At least it was a real man with a real cock taking her ass for the first time.

Oh my fucking god.

Mark just reached around and spread my ass open. And the stranger... the tall one with the huge cock... he just shoved it right in my ass.

Ron, you have begged me for five years. Five years! And I always told you it was disgusting, that I'd never do that, that it wasn't for me.

And here I am, letting a complete stranger I just met ten minutes ago take my anal virginity. He's all the way inside me. It hurts so much but... god, it feels incredible. It's so big.

I think someone is filming it. I don't even care.

You were right about one thing, honey. It takes a real man with a real cock to make me do things like this. I'm sorry it wasn't you, but I'm so glad he's doing it now.

Val was right, there were quite a few phones out filming everything tonight. By tomorrow Val's sure these videos will be all over the convention. And she's also pretty sure that they will quickly find their way to the internet and that thought just turns her on even more.

They're all filming me.

I can see the phone screens glowing in the dark. There must be four or five guys recording this right now. By tomorrow, I'll be the star of the conference. Hell, these videos will probably be all over the internet by morning.

And the crazy part? It just turns me on even more.

I'm bent over the edge of the pool right now, hands gripping the concrete, taking a stranger's huge cock in my ass while everyone watches. My husband is going to see this. My boss is going to see this.

I don't even care. I want them to watch. I want them to see what a "good girl" can do when she finally lets go.

I'm ruined, Ron. Completely and utterly ruined. And I never want to go back to who I was before tonight.

And he just keeps fucking her as her potential clients watch and some film she doesn't care. The dirtier it gets the more turned on she gets.

He just keeps going. Harder.

I can see my potential clients standing right there on the edge, some of them filming, some of them just staring with their mouths open. They're watching me get fucked in the ass by a stranger, and honestly? I think they're enjoying the show.

The dirtier this gets, the more turned on I get. I'm completely nude in the water, sandwiched between these two men. Mark is holding my hips, kissing me, while the stranger is taking me from behind.

I never thought I could feel this dirty. I never thought I would want to feel this dirty.

I'm moaning so loud now, Ron. I want everyone at this resort to hear me. I want them to know exactly what's happening to me.

You wanted a slutty wife? Congratulations. You've got one. And I don't think I'm ever going to stop.

After her ass has been totally destroyed she is led up to one of the outside giant lounge chairs and put in her hands and knees. As she's kneeled there she feels a hard cock rub up against her pussy lips before it just slides into her very used, wet pussy.

My ass feels completely destroyed. In the best way possible.

They just led me out of the pool and onto one of those giant outdoor lounge chairs. I'm soaking wet, naked, on my hands and knees in front of everyone.

I feel a hard cock rubbing against my pussy lips. I'm so used right now, Ron. So wet and stretched out from everything they've already done to me.

And then he just slides right in.

It's not even a question. He just takes me. I'm on display, on this bed, under the moonlight, getting fucked by gods knows who while the whole conference watches.

You wanted me to embrace this fantasy? Well, I'm not just embracing it. I'm drowning in it.

Then as if she hasn't destroyed her husband and her marriage enough she does something else that she never would let her husband do. She lets the stranger cum in her pussy. Actually she begs him to cum in her, something she denied her husband for five years.

God, I can feel he's close. He's throbbing inside me.

I looked back at him, Ron. I looked this stranger right in the eye and I begged him for it. I begged him to cum in my pussy.

You remember that rule? The one I had for five years? "No cumming inside, it's too messy, it's too risky"?

Yeah. I just threw that in the trash.

I want him to fill me up. I want to feel a real man empty himself inside me, something I never let you do. He's pounding me harder and I'm screaming for him to do it.

I'm not just destroying your fantasy tonight, am I? I'm destroying our marriage. And honestly... feeling him about to explode inside me? I think it's worth it.

Then just in case this hadn't been bad enough for her pathetic, worthless cuck of a husband she sends him this video.

You want to see what you did to me, Ron? You want to see what happens when you force your "fantasy" on me?

I just sent you the video. Watch it closely.

Look at the part where he's filling me up. Look at the part where I turn around and smile at the camera, laughing while his cum is dripping out of me.

That's me now. That's your wife.

I hope you watch it on repeat. I hope it haunts you. And I hope you realize that while you're at home jerking off to the thought of me... I'm here living it.

I love you, Ron. But I don't think I'll ever be able to look at you the same way again.

Then she sends this final video kinda like the final nail in the coffin.

Here's the closer, Ron.

Look at this. Really look at it. I'm kneeling on this bed, facing the pool, and I'm a mess. There's cum dripping out of my ass, running down my legs, ruining the sheets.

That's a stranger's cum. That's what you wanted, right? You wanted to see me used?

Well, take a good hard look. This is the new Val. The one who just let three different men have her in ways I never let you touch me.

I'm sending this to you because I want you to know it's real. I'm not coming home the same wife you sent off on this trip. I don't even know if I can come back to you after feeling this... this free.

It's over, Ron. The vanilla life? The refusal? It's gone. You win.

TO BE CONTINUED