Where to start?

So much has happened this week, I don’t even know where to begin! I worked most of last weekend getting ready for a big three-day conference out of town. By the time I made it to the meeting, I was already worn out, but was relying on adrenaline to get me through it.

On the first night, after our opening reception, one of my board members said he and a group of coworkers were going out to dinner, but asked if I would be interested in drinking with them later. Sure! I’ve spent several late evenings at meetings with this guy and always had a good time. Once, it involved a coworker and a hot tub, but nothing untoward had ever taken place. During these late-night, drunken conversations, I have learned that Mitch’s wife doesn’t drink and is REALLY uptight. He mentions that a lot.

Later that night, I was hanging out in the hotel lobby after a quick trip to buy a sweater because it was FUCKING COLD in the meeting room and I didn’t want to freeze my ass off the next day, and he walked up to me and nudged my knee with his leg to get my attention. “Wanna go out?” he asked. Uh, yeah. About that time, one of his colleagues, a particularly tall and handsome fella, said he wanted to go to an adult entertainment venue and wondered if there were any nearby. Sure enough, there was one within walking distance of the hotel.

The three of us headed out, stopping at other bars along the way for a shot…or four. I had tequila and they had whiskey. The strip club was BYOB, so we had to fuel up before we arrived. Parker commented on the way there that his wife is 90 pounds, soaking wet, so he was looking forward to seeing some curvy women. Mitch and I were along for the ride.

This place was super skanky, but one of the dancers was really good and Parker spent a lot of dollar bills on her. We were enjoying talking trashy, admiring the women and just chilling out. One woman came up and pointed to Mitch and asked, “Is this your husband? (no) Your boyfriend? (no) Your fuck buddy? (no)” Then she sat down and started getting all chatty. We suggested she go talk to Parker, who had a face full of tits at the time. She did and they went to the back.

Once Mitch and I were alone, we talked about the kinds of porn we each like to watch and then he started asking me questions about that night in the hot tub 18 months ago. It was very fresh in his memory. I tried not to reveal too much, but insinuated that I was a bad girl. Ok. I told him straight out that I liked to have fun and suck cock. Before long, he casually placed one hand on my knee, leaned toward me and started caressing my tits with the other one. This is fine, I thought. Let’s see where this goes. In a few minutes, Parker came back, more frustrated than pleased with his experience in the back of the strip club. Mitch quickly took his hands off of me. We sat and chatted for a little while longer before we decided to call it a night. It was after midnight and I had to be up at 6 a.m. for a long day at the meeting.

On the elevator, we pushed the buttons for our respective floors. Parker got off first. When we got to Mitch’s floor, he asked, “Do you want to come with me?” I wanted to, but I knew that I wouldn’t be able to do my job very well the next day and I was kinda nervous/scared about sucking and/or fucking someone on my board of directors. I shook my head no and said, “I probably need to hit the sack.” And that was that. He left and I rode up the next several floors wondering if I made the right choice. In my room, I watched some porn on the iPad and took care of myself. I suspect he did the same.

When my phone alarm went off at 6 a.m., I was happy that I’d gotten at least five hours of sleep! I was dehydrated and my eyes were crazy bloodshot. It was going to be a miracle if I made it through another 14-hour day. But I did. And when I saw Parker and Mitch at the meeting, everything was cool. After lunch, Mitch came up, gave me a side hug and said he was heading home to get ready for an insanely intense audit next week. I was kinda sad he was leaving and hoped I hadn’t hurt his feelings.

A couple of hours later, I texted him…

Whew! It was all good! We shall see what happens in future elevators!

The rest of the meeting went fine and I came home a flurry of high-profile meetings related to one of my kid’s schools. When I finally got home that night, I collapsed and had the best night’s sleep.

Waking up this morning was equally difficult. I had to take my kids to school, then spend three hours chaperoning a field trip to a multicultural festival. It was actually pretty cool. I got to visit with other parents and saw a lot of friends. My kid’s school even took home the grand prize for their project on Sudan!

I left before lunch, however, because the Hot Attorney wanted to see me. He had called me on Monday because he wanted to make me cum over the phone. I found a semi-private place to pull over and did my thing, with his assistance. He also wanted to know when he could get time on my schedule for a blow job because he had the perfect spot for us to meet…a much better place than Golf World. We arranged to meet sometime Friday. Leaving the festival, I called to see if we were on and he replied, “Oh, yes! I’ve been looking forward to this all week. Be sure to bring a cum rag, because I am going to cum on your face.” Cool! I thought I was just going to swallow and appreciated the heads up (ha) on what was to come (groan).

There’s a secret fishing hole he likes in the woods near his house. He told me to park at the tennis courts and walk up a trail on the edge of the lot, turn right at the blue rock and I would find him there. While I’ve had sex and given blow jobs in parked and moving cars, I’d never done those things outside, in the open. This was going to be a first!

It was easy to find and remarkably secluded for being in the middle of one the most developed parts of town. “Oh, I can’t wait to come on that gorgeous face…your face and my cock are an amazing combination,” he whispered. He unzipped and I started doing what I do best. He moaned and ran his fingers through my hair as I superbly licked and sucked his gorgeous cock. “Take off your shirt,” he ordered. “I want to be between those tits.”

When it was time for the finale, he stroked his cock, while I licked and sucked the tip. He exploded on my face, throat, tits and shoulders…quiet a load! I hadn’t brought nearly enough napkins to clean up that load! We put ourselves together and took a couple of hits from the pipe he keeps hidden in the woods nearby. As I headed back to the parking lot, he went down to the pond to relax and fish for a while. I expect we will visit that place again and much prefer it to Golf World, where I am sure the staff is onto us and I run the risk of bumping into someone I know (like my brother-in-law!!!!).

When I got home, I barely had time to take a shower before my husband arrived early from an out-of-town meeting. He wasn’t home 20 minutes before we were on our bed with me on my back and his head between my legs. Fuck, it felt good, but I could tell it wasn’t going to do it for me, so I got out my magic bullet and worked it all out. I sucked his cock for a while before he had me on my knees—head down and ass in the air—and fucked me good and hard. It’s great having sex when the kids aren’t at home. It’s always more fun to cum with gusto!

Afterward, we went together to pick up the kids from school.

That’s all for now. It’s 2:30 a.m. and I just got back from a dinner theater and a last-minute trip to a bar. Believe it or not, I have more to share about what happened in the last several hours. This tired slut needs some sleep!