Jenny at WEFTEC

WARNING: If you don't like stories where the cheater gets away with it or gets forgiven for it, this story and many in my catalog are not for you. Unless otherwise labeled, my stories are FICTION. Some comments do not seem to understand this distinction. If it is iffy for you, please look it up. No marriage has been endangered to create this story. This is not our universe though it has similarities. The story may not conform to our reality. STDs are not an issue in this universe, unless they feature in the storyline. I don't care if you think every infidelity should end in divorce, or you would divorce, or you think she's a slut. Your morals are not part of my stories. All characters are over the age of 18.

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This is the third story in the Jenny serries, starting with a Hot Tub Stranger and continuing with The Photographer

Jenny at WEFTEC

WEFTEC is the world's largest water technology trade show and conference. On even number years it is held in New Orleans, on odd number years it is held in Chicago. Over 20,000 people attend the event, looking to sell their products, or looking for solutions to specific problems in water or wastewater treatment.

I am the team leader for our booth. Ten of us, four men and six women. God knows why I was selected as team lead, most of my previous employment was in retail. My new employer is a startup, with little experience in sales. This is my first foray into industrial products. This year it is in Chicago. On the other hand, in retail I worked booths for several trade shows.

Most of the team are from other offices than mine, the only other person selected from my office is Mike. He has never taken any effort to conceal that he is gay. He is also a lot of fun to be around.

We arrive on Sept 26, late at night. Tomorrow is setup day. We check in and head for bed, it is already close to midnight.

We arrive at McCormick Place just after 8. It is my first time here; this is a HUGE show. Much bigger than any trade show I have been to. We register and head for our booth. They are still moving crates in. When we get to the booth most of the rest of the team is busy unpacking and setting up the booth. Our carpet is down, and the big pump on its stand is in the middle. It weighs 2.5 tonnes so it is not moving. It is also in the wrong place. I immediately get to work reconfiguring the booth for the pump to be in its new place.

Mid afternoon, the isle carpets are going down. I have reconfigured the booth, thank God it is modular. By 6 PM we are ready. Well, as ready as we will ever be. As usual, one box of brochures and giveaways has not arrived. We head out and have dinner at a restaurant on the Magnificent Mile. The view is wasted on us; we are all beat. A couple of the younger members head to a club, the rest of us head to bed.

Day one opens at 8:30 AM. I have put myself on early shift, and the club group on afternoon shift. They show up about 10 and are all hung over. I send one of the team to get Tylenol. The show is busier than any I have ever been at before. I planned to take the afternoon to walk the show and check out the other exhibitors. I manage an hour and get back to panic that needs to be addressed. Two of the sales people at the back of the booth, like two rabid dogs circling each other over who was responsible for a client that came through. One invited him, and the other met with him. I make my decision then send both of them back to their hotels to get over it.

The show ends at 6 and I head back for a long hot bath and a room service dinner. Everything from my knees down hurts.

The second day is much better. First, we are now working as a group, we have the tempo of the show mastered and the day goes well. I get the time to visit much of the rest of the exhibitors. I get us all out to dinner together and the mood is upbeat. The show is going well.

I get back to my room, watch a bit of TV and I am still restless. It is after 10 and the hotel lounge closes at 11. Seems stupid to me to close that early with a major trade show in town, but it is a Tuesday night so they normally close early.

I see a seat at the bar and sit down, order a rum and coke. I sign a chit to charge my room. The guy next to me introduces himself.

"Hi, I'm Glen. Are you here for the show?"

"Yeah, we sell large pumps. My name is Jenny." I offer my hand and we shake hands. I twist my chair around so I can rest my elbows on the bar and look out at the people. He emulates my posture.

"You're married?"

I hold up my wedding ring. "Yup, you?"

He holds up his left hand to show his wedding ring. "Yup, kids?"

"Not yet, you?"

"Not yet."

We sit quiet, watching the people in the bar, and the crowd walking past the window. After a bit the bar tender calls "Last call."

There is a groan from the crowd, and people start waving for service. The bar maids are kept busy. Finally, service stops. Glen asks "You want to move this upstairs, I have a half bottle of Bacardi in my room, and we can stop at the machine to buy coke?"

I take another look at him. Probably 6 feet, reasonably fit. I realize that I am horny. I toss back the last of my drink and stand up. "Sure."

He tosses back the last of his, throws a ten onto the bar and we head for the elevators. He punches 4. I am on 8. The elevator fills up and we get pushed to the back. On 4 we have to struggle to get out. There is a little alcove next to the elevator with vending machines. We buy two cokes. Then down to his room. I sit on the end of the bed, while Glen gets two of the plastic cups, pours us each a couple of fingers of Bacardi, and tops up with coke.

Glen toasts "Salud."

I sip my drink and after a couple of minutes I feel his hand on my leg. I move my leg over to touch his. His hand moves up a bit. I take a good swig of my drink. "Wana fuck?"

He seems a bit shocked at my offer. "If you're into it, then yeah."

"Wouldn't have offered if I wasn't." I lean over and put my drink on the desktop. I stand up and start unbuttoning my shirt. I move around to the side of the bed. I drop my shirt and turn to look at him. He is unbuttoning his shirt. I unbutton my skirt, unzip it and let it drop. I look down, I could have worn a nicer bra and panties. I undo my bra and let it drop. I hear him suck his breath in. I turn and bend over pulling my panties down. I slip out of my shoes and pile everything in a convenient pile by the wall. Easy to find in the dark if I need to leave in the middle of the night.

I sit back on the bed, roll back, bring my knees up grab them and spread. "OK, fuck me." I have been wet since we shook hands. I lift my head to watch him. His cock looks nice, six, maybe more inches. Certainly, bigger than average. He hesitates. "C'mon, I don't have all night." For the first time this evening, I think of Jim. He would probably not be happy about this. Though it is not my first time straying off the reservation.

Glen moves forward and slides into me. I close my eyes and groan "uh". Why is it that illicit sex is so much better than sex at home. I'm not complaining about sex at home with Jim, that is pretty good too, but a stranger, knowing it is wrong? God that is so much better.

Glen is stroking, each one accompanies by my "uh". I adjust my position a bit, now he is hitting my G-spot each stroke. At the bottom of each stroke, he hits me and the shock makes my clit jump. "Oh, God, I'm gonna cum."

"Me too, where do you want it."

"Deep, as deep inside as you can get it." I wrap my arms around him and pull him in. He falls a bit forward and places a hand on each breast. "Easy, they are a bit tender." He repositions one hand to take the load off my breasts. I cum, a good vibrating orgasm. Glen thrusts hard and cums. A hot spalt against my cervix. My orgasm rolls around again. A moment later another hot cannonade against my cervix. I hold him into me; I want him in until he shrinks out. We are both panting hard. "God that was good."

"Yeah, something makes it better when it is wrong."

"Yeah."

I reach over and stroke his cock. It does not take long before it starts growing again. I sit up and get a grip on him. I start pumping. After a bit he is nice and hard. I turn around and get further up on the bed in doggy position. "Doggy?"

"Sure." He gets up behind me, and slides into my sloppy pussy. He starts pumping and my pussy is making sloppy seconds sounds, gurgling and blowing bubbles. I reach back to rub my clit. I drop my shoulder to the bed. That allows me to look up at him. He is thrusting away with his eyes closed. Once again, we are both starting to pant. He is lasting longer this time. I cum hard, a full shaking orgasm. He just keeps going.

I am building toward a third orgasm when he cums. I keep rubbing my clit and manage to cum again soon after him. We both collapse on the bed again. He rolls over and rubs my breast, then sucks my nipple into his mouth. I gasp. He is good. After a bit he moves to the other breast.

"My father used to tell me that any part of my breast that a guy could not get into his mouth was wasted."

His head pops up. "Well by that criterion there is a lot of waste going on here."

I laugh, roll over and sit up. "You're a real charmer."

I get up and head to the bathroom to clean up. When I get back Glen is sitting up in the bed. "You heading home tomorrow?"

I tell him "No, I stay to watch them load the big pump onto the truck and secure it. I don't want a quarter-million-dollar pump falling off the truck. I am out first thing Thursday."

"You wanna meet up tomorrow?"

"Nope, that would be cheating."

"And today wasn't?"

"One time is a lark, two or more is an affair. An affair is cheating."

"Your husband is good with this?"

"Never asked him." I hold up my panties. "You want a souvenir?"

"I'd love one, but if I come home with some other woman's panties in my case, my wife would have a fit and divorce me. Keep them."

I bend over and step into them, then pull my bra on, my skirt and shirt. I pick up my purse and open the door. "See you around, it was a lark. Thanks."

He salutes "A lark."

I close the door and head for my room. When I get to my room, I check for an earlier flight. No luck, everything is full. I'm gonna jump Jim and give him the ride of his life when I get home.