Newlyweds at the Conference Day 3

Start Day 3 (Monday)

The shower was running when I returned to the room. I had snuck out for hangover supplies and carried two big coffees and a bag of cold sports drinks to help with dehydration. I opened the bathroom door to a flood of steam. Katia sat on the seat in the shower with her head in her hands.

I showed her the coffee and the sports drink. She nodded and tried to stand to turn off the water, but sat down quickly. I ended up having to turn the water off and then help her dry off. I helped her back to the bed for her to sit and start taking in some fluids.

I felt like shit. But Katia was in way worse shape. Even as sickly as she looked, and as bad as I felt, her naked body triggered a natural reaction.

She saw the bulge, "I think I'm done with the slut thing," she mumbled. "Did I do something last night? I think I did something last night."

**

We actually made it to the opening plenary session of the conference on time. As nerds, we were physically and psychologically unable to not attend. Even if we got little from the session as our livers fought through the carnage.

By lunch time I was feeling better and even chatted with the other random people at the table we joined. I learned that engineering conferences are about 10 to 1, male to female. Katia was the only female at our table. Half of the table was afraid to talk to her and the other half vied for her attention. She focused on keeping her food down, still looking green, much better than earlier.

After lunch was the first open time set up for people to visit the trade show area and Katia and I were supposed to be in our respective booths, so we had to separate. Neither of us had felt up to discussing what had happened last night. We agreed to process it after the sessions today.

Elle and Imani had done a lot of pre-networking, specifically with the female registrants. As a woman owned company with a female sales lead, it turned out to be kind of a safe harbor for the rare women at the conference.

I stood by the project display by myself until one of them would bring a prospect by and ask me to explain about my research. I would describe the work and then they would take it from there. Sometimes they joked about me being the eye candy for the booth, getting chuckles from the women.

A few men also came by that we talked with. One of them mentioned that my project sounded familiar. I told him that it was a partnership with an electrotechnology company and his eyes widened. He described the really hot chick at another booth down the way. He said she was wearing a mini-skirt and a tight top that showed her nipples.

I talked with several more people, male and female. But I couldn't help but wonder what was happening at Katia's booth. Had she really changed into the tiny XS top? Where did the mini-skirt come from? Maybe it was some other company with a similar effort.

One of the women asking me about the project snapped her fingers in my face when I had drifted off, worried about Katia. I thought she was going to make fun of me when I explained that I was just married and not often separated from my bride for years. Instead, she hugged me and called me a sweet boy and went to talk with Imani.

Even though I had been told to keep my phone in my pocket when working the booth, I took the risk when Elle and Imani were occupied. There were several messages from Katia.

Katia: They're still making me wear a logo shirt. I'm nervous. I shouldn't have worn my dress.

Katia: We figured something out. Wearing the small shirt and we folded the large one into a skirt.

Katia: The poster is still in the corner, so maybe no one will see me.

The last one was about 30 minutes ago, just before the main crowds entered the vendor area. I couldn't help but picture her there without my protection wearing a top that showed her nipples. I couldn't even figure out the skirt thing.

The scary voice in my head told me that she was being surrounded by throngs of horny guys trying to get closer. She would fend them off for a while as she tried to talk about our project. One brave and aggressive guy would reach forward to point at something on the poster and doing so allowed his arm to rub against one of her boobs, prompting the nipple to poke out more prominently.

She was afraid to make a scene so she just kept talking about the project. She was turned sideways to the display, her large breasts prominent in profile. The next guy stepped forward. He put his left hand on the small of her back, on the bare skin between the too small shirt and the strangely folded skirt. With his right, he too reached to point at a spot on the poster, his arm resting under both breasts, pushing them up. He slowly pulled his arm back, sliding his upturned hand along the bottom of her breasts.

Still not wanting to make a scene, she answered his question about the topic while his left hand slid from her back to her ass.

The scene in my head switches, and there were now three guys pressed closely to her, supposedly asking questions while pressing her against the back wall of the booth. The poster forgotten as they press against her. Her skirt has disappeared and she stands in her small panties like last night. One of the guys has a hand snaked up her shirt, feeling her right tit.

To protect herself, Katia turns her back to them, still trying to talk about her poster over her shoulder. But that just gave the guys more opportunity. The two guys on either side of her pull her shirt up and over her head. They start mauling her tits while she still talks about using the technology in EV chargers.

The third guy, standing behind her, moves his hands from her ass, around her hips, and into the front of her panties. She gasps as he finds her pussy and starts sliding a finger up and down, inside and out.

I came back to reality with a tap on my shoulder. Imani giving me a funny look and then asking me to talk with one of their long-term clients. I shook my head to get back to reality. The client smiled brightly at me, "Louis! Good to see you again."

I blinked a few times trying to figure out who this was, finally getting it. "Agnes?" She continued to smile and then curtsied.

"In the flesh," she said with a smirk. The last time I had seen her was in the hot tub on Saturday night as she sat on her husband's lap while topless.

"I didn't realize you were with the conference. We only talked about things to do here."

Imani looked shocked that Agnes and I had met.

"Yes. Paulie and I have a rule that we don't talk about work on our vacation days."

"Oh I like that idea," Imani interjected, trying to get us back on topic. "Agnes is the purchaser for one of our largest clients. She was asking about how the new idea smooths the power curve and adds efficiency."

I got back on topic and reality and went all nerdy about the motor systems and how they would work in certain applications Agnes said they managed. Imani seemed pleased and our conversation went on for about 15 minutes. Eventually, they left me and went to sit down and talk more business, allowing my stress about Katia to return.

The trade show area was mostly empty by then, as the next round of conference sessions had started about 10 minutes ago. I grabbed my stuff with the plan to go to Katia's booth. When I turned, though, Katia was walking up to our booth. She had an odd look on her face and she was wearing the dress she had on earlier in the day, not the clothes she messaged me about.

Katia started to open her mouth to say something when we heard Agnes shout, "Katia! There you are." Katia froze and appeared to have the same reaction I had, seeing Agnes clothed and at the conference.

Agnes laughed. "Louis made the same face."

I explained to Katia about the agreement Agnes and Paulie have about not talking work while on a vacation day and also that she is a large customer.

It also hit me that I was in a booth with four women (Katia, Imani, Elle, and Agnes), all of whom I had seen topless in the last 48 hours. I stood up straighter with some pride about that unexpected accomplishment.

Katia waved hello and we both saw Imani give a look to keep us from joining them at the table, so we told them we needed to head to the next session. We instead decided we needed to find a quiet place to talk about last night and then this first session at the trade show. There was a coffee shop across the street from the conference so we went over there.

It was a long, honest conversation. We had to share memories so that we could remember what had happened the night before. The pictures on my phone helped restore some of the memories. Some we joked about wishing we could still forget. Some were pretty graphic of her dancing. We remembered that we were supposed to have sent Ronaldo some acceptable pictures for him to send to the office for guidance.

Sober, none of the pictures were acceptable. But they were damn hot. The ones where she was wearing the too small spaghetti top and just panties had me going again. There was no hiding her nipples showing through the stretched material. And when I zoomed in, her panties had a clear camel toe going. I had to shift in my chair and Katia smirked at me. I noticed her breathing pick up.

There were a lot more pictures than I remembered taking for when we all went into the cubby and Katia spent a bunch of time topless. Wearing only her little panties. There was at least one picture with each of the guys, along with a bunch of group pictures. Several where guys were on their knees as if in servitude to the nearly naked Katia.

I didn't remember taking any of those and Katia said she thought she remembered when I went to the restroom she had opened up my phone and had Dr. Akia or others take pictures. She thinks that's what happened.

Then there were the pictures I remembered, where Katia would teasingly lower her panties a bit, as if she was going to show her pussy. But then laugh and shake her finger to say no.

I was about to scroll further when Katia went pale. "No. Wait," she said as she grabbed my hand.

"What?" I looked around, wondering if someone was nearby who might be able to see what we were looking at.

She stayed pale. "I, um, I think I remember something. Um, please don't hate me."

My stomach churned not from the hangover, but for how she was looking at me and saying. "What?" was all I could say. Again.

She took a drink of her coffee. "Oh, God. Please don't hate me. I remember now, thinking this would be fun and you would like it."

"I don't understand." I actually got out more than "what."

"Before we left the trade show, you had to go back to your booth to get your stuff."

"Ok." The earlier pictures they took while I was in the restroom were of her and each of the guys or groups of guys. What else could there be.

"Are you sure you want to see this?" she asked. I think she hoped I would say no. But, we had just decided to be sure to be honest with each other and shouldn't have any secrets.

I opted not to answer and just flip to the next picture. It wasn't terrible, so I relaxed. It was just Katia with her back to the camera and her faced turned to the camera and smiling. She was still in just her panties.

I scrolled to the next and she was doing like she had before, pulling her panties down a bit like she was going to drop them. Still smiling. No bigger deal than when I had been there with her hanging out topless before.

Katia sat tensely next to me.

In the next picture, still from behind, Katia's panties were down to her ankles as she turned and smiled at the camera. Katia and I both gasped. "I'm so stupid," she whispered. I told her she wasn't, we just got drunk and out of control. But of course, there were more pictures to see.

In the next, Katia stood facing the camera, smiling, holding her panties in one hand and the other trying to cover up her pussy. It was really hot. And also disturbing that she was totally naked in front of her coworkers and a couple of guys, Dr. Akia and Dr. Campher, who were potential investors.

I scrolled through more pictures. She had stopped trying to cover her pussy and just smiled at the camera at first. Then there were a bunch of candids where she and the others were talking and laughing, like it was nothing for her to be naked in the trade show booth.

There were then pictures of her, naked, standing with each of the guys.

I stopped at the next picture and we both inhaled, she was on her knees, body toward the camera with everything in view. Just to her right was the backside torso and legs of a naked guy facing her. Her hand couldn't be seen, but it sure looked like she would have been gripping his cock. And she was looking up toward where his face was off camera, with a sexy smile.

"Do you want me to leave? Do you hate me?" she asked.

I didn't actually have any words for a while. This was a lot to take in. I was there drinking and participating when she was hanging out topless. But now it was clear that when I wasn't there, she got naked and potentially held the cock of another guy.

It was a lot to take in. The picture was still on the screen of my phone as I processed, still brain slow from the hangover. I should be mad, right? But I had to admit I wasn't angry at her. My brain struggled for oxygen and I realized I hadn't been breathing.

"Why did you do this while I was gone?" I finally squeaked out.

"I don't know," she mumbled after putting her head in her hands. "I didn't even remember doing that until just now. I think I was thinking that it would turn you on or something. I'm so sorry." I could hear light sobs as she hid her face.

The hangover, shock, and lack of blood really slowed my thinking and I had to wait a while.

"Were you actually holding it," I finally asked.

She looked through her fingers that were still holding her head, taking in the picture again. "I think so," she said. "I really don't remember. But I remember thinking how much you liked having me as a slut." She paused again, getting ahead of what would have been my response. "I know. Being a slut is for me, not for you."

We sat for a few minutes. She wouldn't make eye contact with me, even when she took her hands away from her face and took a sip of her coffee.

"I don't understand why," I started. "I don't feel mad for some reason."

I picked up a little speed even as I whispered. "Except that I don't understand why you did that when I was not there." I looked at the picture again. She had such a happy and sexy smile in the photo.

"You don't hate me? You don't want a divorce?" she asked, finally looking at me.

"Divorce? No way!" I really didn't know what to say and have no idea if anything I was saying made sense. Actually, seeing a picture of my wife naked, with a naked man, as she held his cock while smiling at him and me for some reason not being angry didn't make sense either.

A tear rolled down from her eye. "What if there's more," she whispered.

I gagged a little. I had assumed that was the last picture. Were there more?

"No. Wait," she said as I moved my hands to the phone to see if there were more pictures to see. But she was too late as I had already swiped to the next picture.

It showed a completely nude Katia, laying on her back with her legs dangling off the side of the small round table in the cubby area. She was smiling brightly at the camera while someone's hand was dribbling tequila into her belly button. And another hand was putting salt on her nipples.

In the next, with Katia still smiling at the camera, Dr. Campher was leaned forward, over her body from below, as he licked salt from one of her nipples. It was so hot and so disturbing at the same time.

My hands worked on their own, sliding to the next picture. In this, her nipples had been cleared of salt and he was now slurping the tequila from her belly button. In this one, from a slightly different angle, it was clear she had her legs spread wide as he stood between them to take the body shot.

Fortunately, he did have pants on, as his crotch was pressed tightly against her pussy area.

In the next, and what turned out to be the last photo, Dr. Campher was sitting on a chair, between her legs, with his face in her pussy. I could only assume he was getting a lime wedge from there. I didn't want to think about if I had ever seen them with limes earlier in the evening.

Her legs were over his shoulders, her thighs pressed tight against his ears as her back was arched up, pressing her pussy as hard as possible into his face. Her eyes were closed and mouth open.

I couldn't tell if my heart had stopped. Or started racing. I wasn't breathing again. This was a picture that looked everything like Katia being given oral sex on a table in front of her coworkers. While I was out getting my stuff from my trade show booth.

I heard a gasp and an "Oh my God." But it wasn't Katia's voice. I looked up and there was a random beach looking guy. He had been walking behind us and saw the picture. He smiled at me, gave a thumbs up, and walked to the counter to order.

I've tried writing many times how it feels to see what looks like a guy eating out your newlywed wife. But I've not yet been able to find the right words. Mostly because there are so many thoughts and emotions, good and bad, all swirling around.

Mostly, I'm ashamed to admit how excited all of this has been to me.

And afraid of what the guys from Katia's booth think of her and me.

We held hands but were mostly quiet walking back to the conference hotel.

"Thank you for being honest," I finally said.

She nodded and then said quietly, "what are you thinking? How do you feel?"

We had a kind of running joke about women asking men what they're thinking about, assuming it is something deep when in reality it is something like needing to get a garden hose attachment.

"Honestly?" I started. "I don't know what I'm thinking or feeling. This is all kind of overwhelming and I don't know how to process." I'm an engineer. I kept going, "I don't understand this, but I'm not mad. Not mad at you. I'm kind of mad at myself for letting things go so far and leaving you in a bad situation. I shouldn't have left you alone, drunk, nearly naked, and surrounded by drunk, horny guys."

She stopped in her tracks. "This is not your fault," she said firmly. The strongest voice she had projected since we were looking at the pictures. "It's not your fault," she said again as we resumed walking.

"How about you? What are you thinking and how are you feeling?"

Even though she is also an engineer, she's way better at having and understanding her feelings. She took a deep breath and then went on a stream of consciousness ramble. I'll try to recreate it here as best I can.

"I'm embarrassed; I'm ashamed; I'm turned on; I'm scared you don't respect me; I'm scared my coworkers don't respect me; I'm scared I don't respect myself; I want to get naked and flirt more; I hate myself for wanting to get naked and flirt more; I have a hangover and a headache; I want to have sex with you; I want to give you a blowjob; I'm afraid that if you know how horny I am you'll respect me less..." It went on for several more minutes.

There was no way I could answer or unpack all of that. So I accidentally tried humor, "there's no way I can respect you less. Wait."

She gave me a soft smile. It probably wasn't the right time for humor. That's just one of the ways I deflect from not knowing what to say.

"Since you've been honest with me and shared your thoughts and fears and feelings, I need to share something with you." I was going to keep this to myself initially. When Katia told me how horny she was and embarrassed about it, I told her the evil story in my mind during the booth time today when I didn't know what was going on with her. The scenario I imagined earlier of 3 guys stripping her top off and one guy getting in her panties flashed into my head.

Katia looked at me and shook her head. Thankfully, that hadn't happened.

Katia walked me through the situation. Ronaldo was in a panic about having her wear the logo, so she agreed to wear the smaller top. We had proven the night before that it was impossible for the larger one to stay in place.

But since she was wearing a dress again, she had nothing but panties. Frank piped in that he thought he could use the bigger top and fold it over a couple of times to make a skirt.

They were in the cubby area and tried to hide as much as they could when they had her take off her dress, leaving her just in her panties again. Ronaldo reminded Frank and Randall to stay professional.

Frank agreed and set to helping Katia into the makeshift skirt. She said that he was as much of a gentleman as it was possible to be while kneeling at face level to her pussy. He had to attach the folded shirt to her panties so that it would stay in place. The sides were fine, but eventually he had to use a clip at the front of her panties, meaning she had to hold them out a bit, giving him a pretty good view of at least her pubic hair, if not more.

She described looking down and watching Frank mess with the clip, him having several fingers inside her panties that were pulled out.

The quasi skirt secured, she had looked at herself. It only came to mid thigh but seemed to cover everything safely. Then they helped her get into the tight top. Frank was again a gentleman but there was no way to avoid incidental contact. She said he apologized and blushed each time.

Randall had been sent out of the cubby area to stand guard and make sure nobody came back. Once she was "dressed" he was allowed back in and gawked at her and at Frank's impressive improvised skirt. He told her that the outfit was actually conservative compared to some of the other booths he had seen earlier. In one, he told her, they had a couple of showgirls with big feather hats, tiny thongs, high heels, and only pasties on their nipples.

She didn't believe him so he showed her a picture of the booth with the girls. Another booth had a girl in a tiny bikini standing on a spinning stage.

When it was time, she went out to the poster display. At first, it was no big deal as traffic was light and most people just browsed the materials. But then one guy came up to her since Ronaldo, Randall, and Frank were all busy, and asked her about the technology.

She said he looked her in the eye the entire time, never daring to check her boobs. But when she finished talking with him, there were several other guys waiting and wanting to talk with her. They didn't hesitate to look at her and also didn't really take her seriously.

For the duration of the session, she spoke with about a dozen people about the poster and what it meant. Most were nerdy engineers but some tried to chat her up and find out what she would be doing later tonight. One guy tried rubbing on her arm and within a few seconds Ronaldo was there escorting him away.

"So nothing terrible happened?" I asked when she was done.

"Terrible, no, I guess not. But everyone could see my nipples. I wanted to do fun things on this trip, but figured those would be less public," she winked. She paused a moment, looking at me. "What did you think was happening?"

We talked some more about boundaries and communication and to not get too drunk in the future. One thing she did is add me to their Signal group so that there would be no secrets. I added her to my company chat thread too.

We also talked about fantasies, more than we had ever before. I heard several of hers and, tentatively, shared some that I hadn't shared before. Several times she hinted at the scenario I told her about her being mauled in the booth. I kept having to remind her that was a fear, not a fantasy.

Before we left we got pinged from Ronaldo. He was sheepishly asking for a picture or two that we would be willing to send to him to share with corporate and yell about logo wear. We had promised to do that yesterday and hadn't even thought about it until earlier here at the coffee shop. I had to hit the boys room and let Katia go through the shared folder on her phone.

Katia had gone through the pictures again and picked a couple for me to review. In the first one, Katia stood in front of her poster wearing the oversize top. Katia had selected the one that was most presentable, even though the top hung so low her nipples were barely covered. I thought it was a bad idea to send any of the pictures of that top. Katia explained that we promised Ronaldo and he was being such a gentleman.

I didn't agree, but went with her judgement on that one.

The one with the too tight top was better and worse after her edits. Katia had cropped one of the pictures so that it didn't show her in only panties. But doing so meant that it was like a close up of her chest with the dark of her nipples clear in the stretched white shirt.

"That was the best one?" I asked nervously. The picture turned me on. On the other hand, sharing it with Ronaldo who would be sharing it with the company seemed like a bad idea. I thought about the two pictures being shared in a presentation, projected onto a giant screen and zoomed in.

I blushed, confusedly, realizing that my penis flinched and filled with blood. My brain told me that having even more coworkers see Katia almost naked seemed out of line. My cock, apparently, thought it was hot to think corporate would see nearly all of her.

My imagination continued the scenario where the marketing and corporate teams were looking at close up projected images of Katia. They seriously discuss the failure of planning that allowed these corporate logo failures. In my head, one of the guys stands and points at her nipples, visible in the top, and describes how the stretching is against logo policy.

"Are there more options for us to consider?" one of the bosses asked. When the guy running the slides and projection clicks to the next slide, it switches to one of the ones where Katia was completely topless while threatening to drop her skimpy panties and smiling at the camera.

The guys in the room in my imagination all froze as they looked at the picture on a 70 inch screen. Katia's boobs even larger than they are in real life. Shown in 4k.

"I think I just found my new Executive Assistant," one of the guys said at the same time that someone pounded on my forehead.

While I had been imagining her corporate group seeing a picture of Katia topless, she had finalized the pictures and sent them to Ronaldo. I still didn't like it. It was too late now, though.

**

One of the things we talked about during coffee was that after the last conference session of the day, there would be a reception in the trade show area for about 90 minutes. Then everyone was free for the night.

Of course, that meant Katia would need to be in her booth wear. Katia said she thought she could manage the oversize top better. We got some tape from the gift shop and she managed to essentially tape the shirt to herself so that it wouldn't slide and expose her nipples. It worked!

Katia decided that she would again wear it like a dress. The bottom of it went to mid thigh, like a mini-skirt she said. As she modeled for me I fought around so many thoughts. First, almost all of her boobs would be exposed during the trade show. Again. Second, a lot of the guys would be drinking. Third, I would be down the row and not able to help keep her safe.

Well, I'll stop there. I had about 6 more things that excited me and made my stomach churn. I also realized that she may want me to encourage her and call her a slut to support her decision.

I couldn't do that. Remembering our promise to be honest, I told her it made me nervous to be separated during the show and worried about an assault or something.

As I said that I was worried about Katia being mad. Instead, her face softened and she smiled at me and hugged me. "I love you too," she said in my ear.

**

"Relax, Louis," Imani told me in the booth. I had been standing there, leaning forward, trying to see if anything was happening in Katia's booth. "You're scaring people," she continued.

"Oh, sorry. Just nervous about the first conference and trade show."

Elle chuckled lightly but Imani was more serious. "Don't worry about Katia. She's a good girl, Ronaldo is a good guy who'll keep an eye out, and you're supposed to be having a good time at our booth."

I nodded, trying to get out of my head what would happen if the tape holding her top to her chest went bad. Even worse, they previously had her poster at the edge of the booth, now they had moved her poster right up front. There was no way for someone walking by not to notice her.

The next 90 minutes in our booth was interesting. We were close to the bar and so had a lot of traffic. Well, not much traffic early except some specific people Imani and Elle had asked to come by.

At one point, a couple of women stopped and started talking with me as if we had known each other for a long time. I started to say they had the wrong guy but paused when I saw an odd look from one of them. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that several guys had followed them toward our booth.

I'm not the best at social situations, so I surprised myself by realizing that they were talking to me to get away from those guys. I looked at their name tags and then acted my guts out. "Lydia? Li Na? Oh my goodness! How are you?" We gave each other hugs.

The creepy guys creeped on down the aisle.

Turned out that was a good business development move. I talked with Lydia and Li Na for a while, learning about them as young, female engineers. I nodded and mentioned my nervousness about my new wife just down the way and her situation.

Lydia stayed with me and Li Na went over to check out Katia's booth. She returned and said everything was good. She joked about me marrying up and that she had told Katia that some dude down the way claimed she was married to him.

I think Li Na noticed some insecurity. "Oh baby," she grabbed my arm. "Katia totally gushed about you and how you have made her so happy." I felt better. Li Na looked over to Lydia and fake whispered so that I was sure to hear, "she said he has the most amazing cock."

Lydia and Li Na went back to the bar and came back with an extra drink for me. They had again been followed by some creepers. We repeated the fake hugs. When I hugged Li Na, she whispered into my ear asking me to grab her ass. I made eye contact with the creepers and did so. And then the same when hugging Lydia.

With Elle and Imani, Lydia and Li Na at our booth, we quickly became a haven for women trying to flee aggressive and drunk guys. Lydia and Li Na actively watched for women and waved them into the booth as if they worked for us.

I was in heaven. There were about a dozen women in our booth, many talking with me, others talking with each other, and others talking to Imani and Elle. It was like a safe zone for the outnumbered. I learned later that several, having learned I was a safe newlywed, did their best to flirt with me. Of which I was apparently oblivious.

Also, with Lydia as Captain, at least one of the women was at Katia's booth at all times. Each time they reported back positively. Until, all of a sudden, Lydia grabbed my elbow and pulled me away toward Katia's booth.

She dropped my elbow as we arrived and came around the corner. Katia's booth was packed with guys. Some were talking with Ronaldo or Frank, while most were hanging on every word Katia said about our project.

Lydia pushed me forward until I was at the front and Katia saw me.

"Baby!" Katia yelled. She commented to the throng of guys, "here he is, my hubby and my paper partner!" Her words were a little slurred. As I mentioned before, her oversized shirt exposed almost all of her breasts. The tape still held, thankfully.

The guys who thought they were sharks wandered off, while the guys seriously interested in the topic stayed.

When it was just the guys interested in the paper and the technology, it was awe inspiring to watch Katia explain things. It reminded me how we fell in love because of our shared interests in technology. This was before we became interested physically. I was so proud of my wife. She was both really smart and really hot. And showing lots of skin and all the guys were jealous of me.

Lydia and I wandered back to my booth where I spent the next hour chatting with mostly women about technology and such. Many were surprised and interested to talk about new technology with such a legacy motor company. Elle and Imani picked them up quickly and created new bonds.

I hadn't been monitoring the time for a while. Our booth was packed for so long, including people asking about my paper. It was fun. They would ask me about the paper while rubbing my arm. Several brought me drinks from the nearby bar and I was feeling no pain.

There was this one woman that rubbed her breasts on me as she pointed at items on the poster display and asked a question. I answered as she ran her hand along my chest, I don't think she listened to my response.

In all my years, this was the first time I realized that a woman found me attractive enough to have a one-night stand while she was drunk. Maybe. Elle had noticed the drunk woman overtly flirting and came in to intervene, moving her away to another part of the booth.

I watched them step away before looking up to see Lydia and Katia walking together. Katia's top as revealing as ever. With every step, it looked like her left nipple came free. The trade show reception had ended and most people had wandered out of the facility and would be doing who knows what.

I figured our time was done so Katia and I could go eat something and walk along the beach. Maybe I could get her topless again in that more private area.

Alas, we both learned a lesson that evening. For someone in sales, the trade show reception was just the start of the evening.

Katia hugged me again when she arrived and I could smell the drinks on her and her nearly bare boobs pressing against me. She told me how much fun it was to talk about the project. She even learned some other potential applications from people who stopped by.

I bragged about how popular I had been with the almost entirely female clients that visited the booth. That made Katia laugh and I watched her breasts bounce with each movement. The tape seemed to still be holding.

"Do I need to be jealous of all these women?" she asked in a flirty way.

"Well, I mean look at me. They can't keep their hands off me."

We joked like that for a moment before Katia got a serious look. "I need to ask you something."

My mind raced about what the serious look was for. Had something happened in the booth?

"Ok. What's up?" I felt a little more sober.

"Um. The guys are taking some clients to dinner and want me to come along."

"What?"

"It's just dinner. Then we'll head right back and you and I can, you know." She gave me an over-the-top wink.

My stomach churned about letting my wife, whose boobs were almost totally out, go out to dinner with a bunch of sales guys. We had talked earlier about boundaries and that anything wild needs to be done together.

Reading my mind, Katia offered, "I'll be good and stay within our rules."

I wasn't too sure about that, having learned about how much alcohol flows around here. Just then, though, Imani walked up to us and did the series of Euro air kisses.

Without waiting, Imani looked to Katia and said, "I hope you can do me a big favor and lend Louis to us for dinner tonight. A couple of sales leads are interested in the tech merger, and we are taking them to dinner. We need his brain."

"Oh, I guess so," Katia replied. "I was just telling him that the guys wanted me to join them and a couple of clients also."

"Perfect!" Imani beamed. I noticed that nobody asked me. Regardless, there we were. Katia would be going out with her team, and I would be going out with mine.

Neither of us even had time to go back to the room, as our reservations started soon. Katia and I talked briefly and agreed that we would send each other text messages regularly. I told her I was nervous about sending her off like that and she smiled and told me there was nothing to worry about. The guys know the rules.

At my dinner, it was me, Imani, Elle, and two other women. I had been introduced to them but struggled to remember their names. I kept checking my phone and Imani gave me a shake of her head. I told the group that Katia and I weren't separated too often so I was just making sure not to miss anything. There was an empty chair next to me at the table saved in case another client was able to join.

Sure enough, a message came in from Katia. It was a picture of their group at a dinner table. It was her, Ronaldo, Frank, and two other guys. They were all smiling and holding up wine glasses to the camera. Katia sat between Ronaldo and one of the clients and the angle of the shot showed a lot of her breasts. The guys sitting close to her would have amazing views all night.

I responded with a thumbs up. Very lame I know. I was about to put my phone back when the client to my left saw the picture and said "wow! Is that Katia?"

I nodded.

"And you're letting her out with those guys?"

Imani heard that and interjected, on my behalf I guess, "it's just a dinner separation. We all talked about it."

The woman, turned out her name was Maria, commented, "Ok. But have you seen this picture?" and had me hand the phone over to Imani.

Imani got a twinkle in her eye. "We need a picture of our group!" She then asked the waiter to take a group photo while she arranged us. Just as this was starting, our final guest showed up.

It was Agnes. From the hot tub on Saturday night, and who had stopped by the booth earlier. Imani had given me the stink eye to let the two of them talk alone. In the hot tub, she had spent a lot of time topless and managed to goad Katia into being topless as well. Agnes had also put her hand several times on my inner thigh, dangerously high up.

Imani saw our faces. "Now tell me how you two know each other?"

Without waiting for me, Agnes said, "we all have our mysteries, right Imani?" Imani didn't say anything. "Weren't we in the process of taking a picture?"

Imani and Elle smiled broadly. She went back to arranging us for the picture that she had me send back to Katia with the comment, "guess who joined us for dinner." While my picture wasn't as sexy as Katia's, it did have me standing with five women, two of whom were holding my arms in a way that meant I was pushed against their boobs.

The rest of the dinner was both slow and very fast. Agnes sat next to me and would regularly lean across me like she had done in the hot tub, running her hand along my thigh. And I noticed at one point that her blouse seemed to have lost a couple of buttons, as I could now see a gap showing her bra.

Katia and I shared pictures and comments back and forth. One of them made me nervous. They had finished dinner and were walking back to the hotel. "We'll meet you at the bar!" was the comment. The picture showed her and two of the dinner companions from behind walking down the sidewalk with arms around each other.

The guys pressing against her back had pulled her top up a little, leaving about half of her butt showing. Her thong wasn't visible but still could be just covered by the top. Of course, in my head, she didn't have any panties on anymore.

And if it was raised as much in the front as in the back then her naked pussy would be visible.

I groaned and Agnes looked at my phone. "We can top that!"

We had just gotten up to leave the restaurant. Agnes handed my phone to Elle to take the next picture. She arranged herself and Maria on either side of me. Agnes' shirt had lost more buttons and showed much of her bra covered boobs.

They undid most of the buttons on my shirt and each had a hand on my bare chest and abdomen.

"Are you sure I should send this?" I asked Agnes. "I'm nervous she'll think this is a competition. And I'm not sure I trust the other guys."

"Absolutely. Don't worry. Katia is focused on you. Send it and just say that we're heading to the bar now." I sent the picture and the text.

A few minutes later Katia responded, "Who is the slut, now?" with a smiley face. It included a close-up picture of her chest. The oversize shirt and the tape still seemed to be holding. But, wow. So much boob was showing. Cleavage, side boob. And all with co-workers and clients.

Elle saw me looking at the picture and smiled, "Oooh. I'd love to press my face into those." That surprised me, that Elle would talk about that with Katia. Last night I watched Elle in what I thought was a budding romance with the guy in the booth. Mr. something. Last night was also a blur.

Was Elle gay? Just playing around? I was reminded of the beach meeting where Elle and Katia hugged, pressing their big boobs together. My cock twitched.

"Louis," I heard from Imani. "Stop looking at your phone and escort us ladies back to the hotel!"

During the walk, the ladies hatched a plan they thought was hilarious. Since the conference attendance was predominantly male, they wanted to flaunt that I managed to take four of the limited women to dinner. Agnes and Maria wrapped arms with mine, while Elle and Imani held doors. Agnes left her top mostly open, showing her bra.

We got a lot of looks strolling into the hotel and through the lobby. Walking into the bar area was like one of those movies where the music stops and everyone turns to look. The bar was crowded with about 90% men and here I walked in with four hot women.

"We should have gotten him a pimp hat," Maria whispered.

"Now that was an entrance." I turned to see Randall walking to the bar area behind us. "All those schlubs hate you right now. They'll really hate you in a second."

I looked at him quizzically until I heard a yell from Katia from a table to the side of the bar. The bar was still mostly silent watching the scene and treated to Katia jumping from her chair and running over to me, her big breasts bouncing all over the place, somehow still magically staying in the oversize top.

Maria and Agnes released my arms just in time for Katia to give me a hug. "I missed you so much! We saved some chairs for you at our table." Katia pulled me toward their table. They had indeed saved a couple of chairs, but not enough for me and my entourage of ladies.

I sat between Katia and Agnes. I'm not even sure who else was sitting versus standing, as I was caught between them catching up about Agnes being at the conference and all and why she hadn't told us before. Agnes joked with Katia about the pictures and our "entrance" to make all the guys in the bar jealous. She even told Katia about how she had been rubbing my leg all night, just to tease me. I was petrified. Until Katia burst out laughing, pointing at me and saying something about me being terrified.

Randall arrived back at the table with a round of drinks. Experience told me this would lead to no good, but I quickly overruled that stupid thought. Agnes stood and told Randall to take her chair, as she needed to hit the restroom.

We all chatted about the trade show and the evening and how well received our posters were in the booths. Katia leaned over me whenever she talked with Randall, her top gaping even more. At one point, I could see her belly button. Guys around the bar were definitely watching.

When Agnes returned she bent over to whisper into Katia's ear. They both laughed and Katia nodded. A moment later, Agnes shocked me by sitting on my lap. I looked at Katia with fear, worried she would be mad. Instead, she laughed along with Agnes. I heard her whisper something about guys hands and panties and told myself to ask about that later.

When Agnes talked with Katia, she would be turned sideways on my lap facing her. Sometimes, she would turn to talk with Randall on my other side. She would put her arm around my neck. Being on my lap meant her right boob sometimes pressed against my cheek.

There was no way for me to not have a hard on and no way for Agnes not to feel it through her yoga type pants. One time, as she turned away from Randall, she sat straight on my lap. She leaned forward slowly to pick up her drink from the table, sat up to take a sip, then leaned forward again.

The motion was of her grinding her pussy along my cock.

Katia had been talking with the guy on her left and didn't see what Agnes had done. She and the client were talking about her top and the amount of work it took to keep everything in. She was messing with the top, showing him how it was taped to her, running her fingers along her boobs right at the shirt line.

My cock flinched, which Agnes felt. She smiled at me and then reached over to get Katia's attention. Getting it by running her fingers along Katia's exposed sideboob.

Katia jumped a little, turning toward Agnes and I while smiling. Her eyes were droopy with both alcohol and lust. Agnes continued rubbing her fingers on Katia's boob, even running them underneath. While doing so she talked with Katia about how much I had told them about her and how lucky she was.

I interrupted while watching Agnes feel up my wife that it was me that was lucky.

Agnes smiled at me, her hand still on Katia's boob. She shuffled her ass on my hard cock a little. Agnes whispered in my ear, "you better take her out of here before I spread her out on the table." She winked and then stood up so that I could stand. There was no way to hide my tented pants. I just took Katia's hand and helped her up.

We said our goodbyes and sprinted back toward the room. The elevator was crowded and I stood behind Katia toward the back. She leaned her ass against my pants, rubbing my erection. I couldn't help myself and started feeling her up like Agnes had done in the bar. It was then that I noticed, in the crowded elevator, that Agnes had managed to free up the tape on Katia's right boob.

I had easy access to her nipple and took advantage. Even realizing that she was probably exposed during our run to the elevator just made me harder. Katia moaned as her nipple poked out from my actions. The guy next to us smiled at me.

At our floor we exited the elevator and I swear I heard some chuckles and a "go get em, tiger."

So I did. Katia's shirt was off before I had the hotel door opened. We were naked in seconds and I threw her onto the bed.

"Were you a bad girl tonight?"

"Oh yeah. They all wanted me all night long. I showed them almost everything." She had her eyes closed.

"Showed them?" I started kissing up her leg toward her knee. She moaned.

"Mmmm. I leaned forward and showed them down my top. And the guys behind me. I think they could see my butt. One of them even spanked me once."

"You let them touch you?" My kisses arrived at her inner thigh.

"Oh. Just a little at first. Then they would say it wasn't fair to just let one spank me and that I had to let all of them touch me." Even with alcohol I was 90% confident this was fantasy, not reality. I played along.

I reached her pussy just after I asked her how far she let them go.

Her arms were stretched above her head, holding onto the headboard as I pressed my tongue into her.

"They all played with my tits." I had never heard her use that word before. "And then they all rubbed my pussy through my panties! I was going to stop them, but it felt so good."

She panted before continuing. "One of them got a finger in my panties. He ran it up and down my slit. Should I have stopped him before he put his finger in me?"

"Did you like that? His finger in you?" I had to pull away from pussy eating to ask.

"Mmmm hmmm. It felt great. Plus the other guys were rubbing my boobs. One guy put my hand on his penis..." She trailed off, moaning as her orgasm hit her like a truck. I didn't think she could scream any more than she had the other night. But she did as the waves hit her.

She had wrapped her legs around my face as she screamed her orgasm. It was so tight I couldn't breathe. I thought this might be the best way to go. Legendary.

She finally released me enough for me to breathe. I slid up next to her, watching her heaving chest as she tried to catch her own breath. Her chest had significant sex blush and I thought, "I did that."

She kept her eyes closed as her breathing calmed. After a minute, I realized that she had either passed out or fallen asleep. I told myself it was my pussy eating and not the alcohol and her fantasy that gave her such an orgasm that she passed out.

End Day 3 (Monday)