Work conferences are a mixed bag. Mostly good, though. Who wouldn’t want to go to Prague, Barcelona, or New Orleans on someone else’s dime? Plenty of good times to be had at the expense of sometimes putting in long days. The downside is that being intellectually “on” can be exhausting, and networking is such a bore.

But a conference in Chicago, and in late November, nonetheless? Not too much good to find in that. The city’s just a few hours from home. While nice to visit, why go there and still being saddled with conference responsibilities? It’s better to visit the city with a free agenda to enjoy the Midwest’s jewel when the weather’s nicer.

Thinking exactly this, Isis was not thrilled and somewhat dreaded the long weekend.

She asked her husband, Isaac, if he wanted to go. He might, not having to deal with any conference garbage. He could enjoy the sites and restaurants during the day, do some clothes shopping, and they could see each other after the day’s activities were over.

Who was she kidding? Days were long and often stretched out into dinner, which usually involved networking with colleagues, so she wasn’t too surprised when he politely declined.

He was more interested in her schedule than usual, though, asking when she expected to be done for the day on Saturday. He wanted her to tell him the hotel she was staying at, and he wanted to know the room number, which was weird. Normally, he didn’t bother with those meaningless details.

He let the cat out of the bag when she asked why he was so interested. Apparently, he wanted to put the new iPad and special lighted stand to use for a session of tele-loving. She said yes without too much convincing on Isaac’s part. It maybe isn’t as good as the real thing, but it still might be a nice diversion at the end of the day. They’d both groom themselves to perfection and make it as hot as possible, and set the connection to record so they could watch later.

Isaac made plans for their kid to spend the night with her parents and made her absolutely promise to log on at exactly at 10:30 pm.  That would be enough time for her to have dinner, politely excuse herself, return to the room and bust out the sex toys to show him the good stuff from afar.

Isaac made sure all the toys were nicely packed and secure in her bag before he took her to the train station on Friday mid-afternoon. Of course, he kept the vibrating cock ring and some lube for himself.

Isis arrived at her hotel a few hours later, checked in, registered for the conference, and schmoozed a bit before meeting some colleagues for dinner and drinks. It was an uneventful evening, and she got to bed at a reasonable hour, read some erotic stories and used some of the toys on herself before going to sleep.

Looking forward to kinky sex from online got her riled up and her orgasm was a little bigger than usual. She was so ready to fuck herself while looking at her husband’s homegrown porn the next night. Maybe she would open her computer alongside her iPad and watch him stroke his sweet cock while also watching porn stars fuck and suck, imagining her and her husband were in the fray.

The next day was a standard conference day: boring breakfast, panels, networking, a slightly better lunch, and more panels and more networking.  Dinner was much nicer, with some fun friends and colleagues at a nice restaurant that served killer cocktails.

Still, she kept her promise and was back in the hotel on time, looking forward to her husband stroking his hard cock while she toyed herself with her array of goodies.

She found herself wanting visuals. This wasn’t always what she wanted, but she ramped herself up to get into a porn mood and was especially kinky tonight, and she was hungry for them both to come hard after a long and sexy lead-up.

Sure enough, she logged on to find her husband in the bedroom. The iPad was on the stand in front of the bed so she could see everything happening there. Isaac was in a bathrobe, and there was enough light to see what was happening but not too much to be glaring.

He greeted her with a naughty and lustful smile, said a few nice words about how much he loved her and how beautiful and sexy she was.

His words turned sultrier and turned to sex; how hot she was and how hot he was for her, rubbing the space between his legs and gripping himself so she could see the general outline of the bulge between his legs through the robe.

His words turned raw, talking about her fabulous pussy and how sweet it was to taste and fuck.

The bulge between his legs looked especially large, and he was saying how he wished she was with him in person because his cock was hungry for her warm and wet pussy.  She started to get undressed while he positioned himself on the bed and slowly undid his robe. He didn’t take it off completely yet, but sat on the edge of the bed, opened the robe, and started to lightly squeeze and stroke his cock.

It was as hard as she ever saw, the tip pointing at the ceiling and shaft curving ever so slightly upward in a perfect arc that meant it wanted to sink into a woman’s pleasures. He would occasionally turn right and left so she could see its forms from different angles. He had taken time to groom himself so that his cock and balls were totally skin, with a well-manicured mane of hair that outlined his fuck parts.

This went on for a few minutes with him telling her about times when that which he was stroking entered other women and came to their sweetness. She liked hearing those stories.

With a vibrating dildo’s tip touching her clitoris under her underwear, she watched him stroke himself and make faces of pleasure when he looked squarely at the camera and said, “Now focus on the wet tip of my cock.”

With that, the camera zoomed in and focused on high resolution. The tip was glistening, and his finger rubbed the emerging sex juices all over his cock’s head so that it glistened with the salty, thick, clear fluid.

What was going on? How did he do that? Remote control?

That idea was blown out of the water in a few instants when the camera vantage changed so it was no longer at the foot of the bed. It was now at the side of the bed getting a side angle of his upward arc. Isaac was not doing this. He couldn’t be…his hands were occupied.

The camera zoomed out again, and then in again on the head of his cock, and then out again. Isaac stopped, sat upright, looked directly at the camera. He smiled and asked her, “Wondering how I did that? Just watch.”

The camera seemed to re-mount on the stand, Isaac was still stroking his cock, and another man came into view. He was in his early forties, fit, and attractive. His hard cock stuck out from the waistband of his underwear. Isaac’s dick was plenty thick, but this cock was even thicker.

Isis was briefly stunned but came to her senses quickly. Organizing this type of sex surprise was totally up Isaac’s alley, and he had mentioned getting a third person to help them out with sex videography to get the best camera angles. She was tickled, knowing that she might see two cocks get off tonight. She had let a few cocks with Paul’s girth slip inside her pussy before, but it had been a while.

Her thoughts were interrupted when an attractive red-haired woman also appeared on the bed, totally nude. She had a moderate build with ample curves and sweet tits that had perfect pink nipples that stood out.

She angled her freckled ass to the camera. Where her anus should have been was instead a bright green gem, a bejeweled anal plug. She started rubbing her hand up and down her pussy slit. 

Isaac spoke, explaining, “This is Paul and Kayla. I found them online, and they are into discreet amateur adult videography. I thought having them here for this might spice things up and make for better camera angles. They also totally want to fuck us both, so buckle up.”

Kayla kissed Paul deeply, grabbed his cock and gently stroked it. Paul looked at the camera and said, “Nice to meet you, Isis! We’re going to go behind the camera now and give you a show you’ll never forget. Kayla, Isaac and I’ll fuck, lick, and suck for you, while you watch. For your viewing pleasure now, and later. It’s recorded, and it’s private and safe. Isaac will explain later. Enjoy.”

How the hell did he pull this off? Oh well, it was fucking hot, so who the fuck cares.

Isaac was back to the bed and stroking his cock, and he said to his wife, “Make sure you give us some good angles. Your end is recorded as well.”

Isis, slowly absorbing what was happening, was getting totally turned on, knowing that two other people were part of the mix. Sex mix. She was about to show her pussy in action to others over video. It was unchartered territory.

With Paul’s and Kayla’s eyes on her, Isis boldly took off her underwear, opened her legs and started rubbing her clitoris in front of the camera. She could hear Paul say, “That’s so sweet and hot, Isis. Don’t stop. Kayla has my dick in her mouth while I’m watching you and your sweet pussy.”

After a minute, Paul and Kayla both got in front of the camera, mounted on the stand. They occluded Isaac, but she could see Kayla sucking on the head of Paul’s cock while her hand cradled his balls. Isaac’s hands came into view, cradling Kayla’s head as she sucked on Paul’s penis.

Isaac suddenly said, “Honey, that’s not the only surprise. Check this out. Naomi, it’s time!”

From the adjacent master bathroom emerged a beautiful woman. Naomi was dark brown, raven-haired, and short like Isis, and luscious in every conceivable way. Naomi was a Latina from Columbia, with perky yet smallish tits with medium-sized dark brown nipples and curvy hips that. She held her hand over the sweet spot between her legs, teasing.

Naomi approached Isaac like a cat, eyes on his upright cock. She looked at the camera and said with a pretty accent, “Hello, Isa, nice to meet you. I’m going to take this for my own.”

Naomi approached Isis’s husband and took his dick entirely in her mouth, starting with the head and swallowing Isaac’s entire shaft. She paused when it was entirely in her mouth and throat, looking at the camera. She then pulled it out, dripping with her mouth juices and said, “This isn’t the last time you will see this.”

The camera went from her lips on Isis’s husband’s cock to her now exposed pussy. She kept all the hair given to her by nature, and with her hand spread her outer lips to reveal a large and protruding clitoris. Just below, two beautiful, dark brown and shining delicate inner lips that flanked pink and glistening skin around the opening to her sweet cunt.

Isis was now dripping wet and rubbing herself when Naomi took her mouth off Isaac, looked directly at the camera, and said, “Isis, I wish you were here, but tonight, you’re not. Time to get out your best toys and use them. I’m gonna fuck your husband, and you’re going to watch me do it.”

Isis was happy to do as Naomi commanded. She got out a new clitoral stimulator Isaac bought her, applied it to herself with lube, and watched while ripples of pleasure pulsed through her pelvis.

Isaac was laying on the bed holding his cock upright. It was as hard as she had ever seen, wet with its own fluids and Naomi’s mouth.

Naomi added extra lubrication from the stash. Isis’s toy was working its magic and getting her to new heights, seeing Isaac’s hard and shining cock pointing to the ceiling while he lay on the bed. She could clearly see his firm shaft and flaring cockhead and was insanely turned on at the thought of what was impending.

The whole situation was kinkier than she could ever have imagined. She loved it, and told them so, also saying, “Please, fuck him but show me everything.”

Naomi’s face came into view again. The camera had obviously left the stand and what was happening was being filmed by hand. Isis heard Paul say, “Now, sweet Naomi, show Isis how you fuck. Fuck her husband, nice and slow. Let her see.”

Naomi smiled a dirty smile, looked squarely at the camera, said loudly and clearly, “Isis, this is for you.”

She mounted Isaac, and slowly and deliberately placed the tip of his erect penis in the place where her vaginal lips met. They parted over the tip of his cock as it slipped into her crevice and his cockhead disappeared between her lips. Paul, or perhaps Kayla…whoever was operating the camera, then focused specifically on Naomi’s pussy in a close-up shot.

Isis, for the first time, saw with her own eyes her husband fuck another woman.

As Naomi’ pelvis descended, Isis had a clear view of Isaac’s cock being slowly and completely swallowed inside her vagina. She took it entirely, kept it deep inside her for a few seconds, and Isis heard her moan loudly when he was completely inside of her.

When she withdrew, her husband’s rock-hard cock’s shaft was shining with Naomi’s vaginal fluids. Down again she went, and up, and down again, sitting on his body and rubbing her clitoris on him. As she fucked, she would occasionally spread her lips so that Isis could clearly see her pussy enveloping Isaac’s dick and her clitoris protruding. Naomi would also lightly pinch and rub her clit between her two fingers so that it stood out even more.

She took her hands off her pussy lips, and Kayla came into view, taking over that role. Kayla spread Naomi wide and rubbed her clit while she fucked. Kayla cradled Isaac’s balls while his cock slowly and sensuously slid into and out of Naomi, her inner lips clinging to and moving with his cunt-slick cock.

Kayla would alternate between licking Isaac’s shining and slick shaft and Naomi’s clit as they fucked.

Kayla broke from her actions and spoke, saying while looking at Naomi hotly in the eye, “That’s right, baby. Show Isis how your swollen clit likes your pussy fucking.”

Under Paul’s guidance, the camera left the penetration and focused on Kayla’s auburn and wet pussy, and then focused on Naomi’s pretty face. She opened her eyes, looked directly at the camera, and said, “So good. His cock is now my property. Isis, you can reclaim it, but your pussy must do what mine is doing now, and we need to see it.”

She was again moving up and down while spreading her lips for the camera, her clit was sticking out and her inner lips clinging to his cock as it slid into and out of her. The camera focused back and forth from Naomi’s face to her sweet tits that Isaac was squeezing, to her luscious pussy in action.

Isis saw a bit of disoriented jostling. It was a hand-off of the camera.

Kayla must have been operating the camera now, because Paul emerged into the field of view and put his thick cock in Naomi’s eager mouth while she slowly rode Isaac. This went on for about thirty seconds before Kayla changed the camera angle, mounting it on the stand, and she herself got into the field of view on her back with her own protruding clitoris in a relatively close-up perspective.

Kayla was lightly rubbing her clit while with her fingers when Isaac’s cock emerged on screen, slick and shining with Naomi’s juices. He slid it slowly yet effortlessly into Kayla, and her pussy lips seemed to thrill with this new cock inside of her. It was the first time Kayla let Isaac fuck her.

While still fucking Kayla gently, Paul must have handed Isaac the camera and he took over operating the camera. He angled down to show his dick slide out of her pussy. Isaac pulled out of Kayla and backed up, still focusing on Kayla. She was still on her back but now receiving Paul’s cock into her pussy.

Isis saw everything. Everything. Everyone’s pornographic videography and camera angles were well beyond amateur, including her husband’s. She was so turned on, toying herself, and felt so on the brink that she had to remove the excellent device that she was using to pleasure herself lest she come too early in the game and exhaust her store.

After a bit, Paul pulled out of Kayla. With a bit more jostling, Kayla repositioned and focused the camera again, again on Naomi. She was on her hands and knees on the bed, her backside facing the camera and her brown and pink pussy open, glistening with wetness, and screaming for more.

Isis saw a cock come into the field of view. It was her husband’s. She knew it well.

Taking Naomi from behind, his hard cock arcing upwards, he slid it inside of her. He moved in and out of her slowly and sweetly only four or five times and stopped, buried as deep as possible and stopped. The camera panned out to show their entire bodies locked in this position and he whispered in Naomi’s ear, “Should we do it now?”

The camera went to Naomi’s face to reveal a massive and dirty smile, and Isis could hear Paul and Kayla hooting raucously. Kayla burst out loudly with, “Yeah, fuck yeah! Let’s ramp this fuck fest up!”

Isaac looked at the camera, buried to the hilt inside of Naomi, knowing his wife was intently watching, and told her, “Wait for this, my love. You won’t be disappointed.”

Neither will you, as this continues in Best Conference Ever, part 2.