Seminar Day One

There was a two-day corporate seminar that many big food companies attended, and while wives were welcome, hardly any showed up. Andrew loved bringing me along to showcase me as the typical trophy wife, but I despised the experience. The seminars were long and boring, and Andrew hardly ever paid attention to me; he was too busy kissing his boss's ass and discussing work. Although Andrew was very good at his job, he wasn’t well-liked in the company.

So, we packed our bags and headed to the hotel. It was only a two-hour drive, and upon arrival, we checked in, went to our hotel room, and unpacked. Andrew was feeling frisky and wanted some action, which I didn’t mind. Unfortunately, Andrew is a terrible lover and has never once brought me to orgasm. I’ve had to fake it to keep him happy; after all, I didn’t marry him for his looks, only his money. He thinks he’s an excellent lover, but sadly, he’s not.

Andrew got on top of me and started having sex, and as usual, he lasted about five minutes before groaning and finishing. During that time, I pretended to orgasm. He always comments on how quickly he makes me "cum." Unfortunately, he's not well-endowed—probably only about 5 inches long and not very thick. I put up with it because he provides a good living, but lately, I’ve been getting bored. My life consists of the usual humdrum: coffee meetings with my friends, talking about boring topics and shopping. Inside, I’m craving attention and new experiences.

The next day came quickly, and with the seminar starting in an hour, we headed down for breakfast. We grabbed a glass of apple juice, coffee, and a continental breakfast. I sat next to one of the guys from Andrew's work, and we exchanged pleasantries. His name was Mark, and he wasn’t bad looking—early thirties, working in product development, where they create new food lines. Andrew gave him a stern look, clearly not happy that one of the "grunts," as he calls them, was chatting with me. Andrew thinks he’s better than everyone in the company just because he earns good money as the CFO, and I hate that attitude.

I continued talking and laughing with Mark to irritate Andrew even more. When Andrew spotted his boss, he, as usual, rushed off to kiss up, leaving me alone with Mark.

“So, Rachel, looking forward to the seminar? (NOT!!)” he joked, pretending to fall asleep with exaggerated snoring, which made me laugh.

“Of course, I wouldn't miss the excitement for the world,” I replied with a smile.

He admitted he was only there for networking opportunities, but since he already knew most of the people, he had some free time. Just then, Andrew returned.

“Babe, I’m so sorry, but I need to go back to the office to prepare some unexpected reports for a review. You’ll have to stay here on your own. I’ll come back for you later.”

“What? Are you serious?” I said, annoyed at the thought of being stuck here, bored out of my mind. “Fine, do whatever.”

Andrew tried to kiss me, but I turned my head, so he ended up kissing my cheek. He knew I wasn’t happy, but he didn’t care and rushed off like a giddy schoolboy.

“So, he’s leaving you here all alone? That’s not very nice,” Mark commented.

“I’m used to it. He’d rather play with spreadsheets than with me,” I replied with a frustrated look.

“Well, we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?” he said with a grin, and we both started laughing.

“You’re a cheeky one, aren’t you?” I teased.

“Well, I’m at a loose end. We can keep each other company if you like.”

At that moment, I realised Mark might be hitting on me. I had never cheated on Andrew, but deep down, a lustful urge began to surface. The attention felt wonderful. "I wondered where this would lead," I thought.

“Sure, that would be nice,” I said.

We spent the day wandering around the various seminar rooms. Mark chatted with a few people, and I occasionally joined in. He even introduced me as the team project assistant, making me feel like part of the group rather than just the abandoned wife. It was nice, and I met some friendly people. The day passed quickly, and before we knew it, Mark suggested we call it a day. He invited me to join him and his team for dinner, and I agreed. We planned to meet at 6 p.m. downstairs.

Later, we both went up to our rooms to get showered and changed. "At least I’ll have people to talk to and maybe even have a little fun," I thought as I enjoyed a long, hot shower. Feeling the water running over my body was one of my favourite things. Afterward, I got dressed in a nice outfit, nothing too revealing, but enough to catch the eye. I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs, where Mark was waiting for me in the reception area.

“You look very nice,” he said, giving me a once-over, showing more attention than Andrew ever did. I loved it.

“Why, thank you. You look sharp too,” I replied.

We headed into the restaurant, where one of Mark’s colleagues waved us over. It was clearly his team—six guys, no women.

“Guys, this is Rachel, Andrew’s wife,” Mark introduced me, and they all gave me a glance that was a little too appreciative. They introduced themselves one by one, and Mark offered me a glass of red wine, which I gladly accepted. Soon, our food arrived, and we ate, drank, and chatted. The guys were really nice.

We talked for what felt like hours, and sometimes the conversation got a little flirty, which I enjoyed. I was loving the attention, and I noticed several of the guys kept staring at my chest, which turned me on. The thought of all the attention made me feel wet and aroused, something Andrew had never done in all the time we’d been together. As the night went on, Mark and I became more flirtatious. Sitting next to me, he placed his hand on my leg under the table. I looked at him and smiled as his hand slowly moved up my thigh, prompting me to part my legs slightly. His fingers brushed against my panties, and while I tried to keep my composure, I was thrilled by the touch of another man.

Leaning in, he whispered, "Shall we take this bottle upstairs to my room?" He grabbed a full bottle of red wine, and I nodded. “You go first—room 610.” I got up, said my goodbyes, and headed to wait for him outside his room. After just five minutes, Mark arrived, a noticeable bulge in his trousers. He approached, swiped open the door with his key card, and we entered. Once inside, he grabbed me and kissed me hard. I had never been kissed like that before, and I loved it, eagerly kissing him back.

After some time, he sat in a chair and said in a commanding voice, "Take off your clothes, slut." I did as instructed without hesitation, something I had never done for anyone before. Now fully naked, he ordered, “Do a spin around for me,” and I complied without question. “Mmm, nice. A body made for fucking. Now bend over and spread your cheeks.” I turned around, bent over, and spread my ass cheeks, exposing myself to him. I heard him unzip his trousers. “Turn around, crawl over here, and suck this cock,” he ordered. When I turned, I saw his erection—about 7 inches and thick. I was eager for it, despite the guilt of cheating on Andrew. But Andrew was boring in bed, and I needed a real man.

I got on all fours, crawled over, and began to suck his cock. It felt amazing in my mouth, and I sucked it eagerly, like a whore. He grabbed my head and shoved it down harder on his cock, forcefully. I felt exhilarated by his domination. Now fully naked, Mark pulled me off his cock and slapped me across the face. “You’re a little cock whore, aren’t you? Come with me,” he commanded, grabbing my hair and pulling me up before pushing me over the bed. He slammed his cock into my pussy, grabbing my hips and fucking me hard and slow. I groaned as he penetrated me, giving me the best fucking I’d had in years. It wasn’t long before I had an intense orgasm—the first in a long time. My body tensed and my eyes rolled back in pleasure as Mark grabbed my hair and slapped my ass.

He pulled out, spat on my ass, and rubbed it in with his fingers. Then he spat on his cock and slowly pushed it into my ass. I hadn’t been fucked there since my college days, so I was tight. After a few tries, he finally got all the way in.

“Fuck, you’re tight. We’ll loosen that ass up,” he said, thrusting deep. At the time, I didn’t understand the meaning of "we’ll," but I was too focused on the pleasure of getting fucked in the ass again. He grabbed my hair and slowly fucked me deeper, his balls slapping against my pussy. “Fuck, you dirty whore,” he growled, spanking my ass harder this time. I moaned in pleasure. “Rub your pussy,” he commanded, and I obeyed, rubbing my clit. Within minutes, I heard him groaning as he unloaded inside my ass.

“Fff...uu...cck, yeah, tight little whore,” he groaned. I felt the thick jets of cum coat the inside of my ass. No one had done that to me since college—not even Andrew, who preferred the "roll-on, roll-off" approach to sex. When Mark finished, he pulled me up by my hair, grabbed my tits, and kissed my neck, his cock still buried in my ass. I reached back, running my fingers through his hair as he kissed me. Finally, he pulled out and pushed me to the floor.

“Suck me clean, slut,” he commanded. Again, I obeyed without question. I looked at his cock, the tip wet with cum, grabbed the shaft, and flicked my tongue across the tip, savouring the last drops of cum before swallowing. Mark smiled as he watched me, his whore, servicing him. I opened my mouth and took what I could, tasting my own ass juices, something I hadn’t done since college and only a handful of times before.

"Okay, that's enough. Follow me into the bathroom, on all fours," Mark said, pulling his cock from my mouth as it began to go limp. I obeyed, crawling on my hands and knees into the bathroom. He pointed to a spot in the walk-in shower. “Kneel here, open your mouth, and close your eyes,” he instructed. Without hesitation, I knelt down, closed my eyes, and opened my mouth. I wasn't sure what was about to happen—I assumed more cock-sucking was in store—but then I felt a splash of hot liquid.

It was piss.

Mark was pissing on me, letting it stream over my tits. My first thought was shock, but then his piss flowed into my mouth. I should have been disgusted, should have retched at the thought of it, but instead, I just let it fill my mouth. He stopped just as it reached the brim.

“Okay, swallow it like a good whore, and then open your mouth again,” he commanded. Again, I complied without hesitation, swallowing the mouthful of piss and reopening my mouth for more. He filled it to the brim again, instructing me to swallow it just like before. Once he finished, he sprayed the rest of his piss over my chest, letting it run down my body, over my pussy, and ass.

Surprisingly, I didn’t mind it. In fact, a part of me even enjoyed it. I had never imagined letting someone piss on me, let alone in my mouth, but there I was, taking it and savouring the moment. When he finished, Mark thrust his cock back into my mouth, and I instinctively knew what to do, I sucked it clean, like a good little whore.

“All right, you're done for tonight. Clean yourself up, get dry, and come into the bedroom to get dressed,” he said, leaving me in the bathroom. I heard him getting dressed in the other room. I stood under the shower, washing the piss off my body. I couldn’t go back to my room smelling like that. After a few minutes, I dried off and returned to the bedroom, where I began to put my clothes back on.

Mark was sitting on the bed and patted the space next to him. I sat down beside him.

“You were amazing tonight—better than I expected. In the morning, I'll come to your room before breakfast. Do not get dressed. Now, hand me your spare key card.” I nodded, got up, fetched the spare card from my bag, and handed it to him. He pocketed it, stood up, and kissed me.

“All right, time for you to leave. I'll see you at 7 a.m.”

I gathered my things and headed back to my room. Once inside, I sat down, replaying everything that had just happened in my head. I had cheated on my husband with one of his co-workers, had been fucked in the ass, pissed on, and swallowed two mouthfuls of it. I should have been angry or disgusted, but instead, I found myself smiling. I had just experienced the best orgasm I’d had in years, and a part of me was curious—what would Mark have planned for the morning? More piss? More ass-fucking? Who knows.

I got ready for bed, brushed my teeth and hair, slipped into my nightwear, and fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.