It was the spring of 2000. I had to attend a convention for work. The good news was that Kelly was invited along also. The meeting was at a very nice resort hotel, but honestly, they’re all pretty much alike. It doesn’t even matter what city they are held in.

You fly in, jump in a cab, are stuck in a hotel/convention center for a couple of days, jump in a cab and fly home. But being able to bring Kelly along meant I wouldn’t suffer from boredom!

Kelly attended the meals, guest speaker sessions, trade show, and finale banquet. She had several hours of downtime between some of that and was working on her tan in the California sun. The outdoor pool area was huge and very quiet. This wasn’t a meeting with young families and there weren’t all that many spouses either.

Kelly was tanning in a bikini which was respectable enough for the venue. But there is also a counterpoint that her 36G boobs in a bikini are borderline obscene no matter what! Kelly couldn’t help but notice a good-looking man swimming some laps and also hanging out in the sun. She guessed him to be in his fifties. He didn’t approach her but he definitely was working in an eyeful where ever he could.

Kelly joined me for the trade show. We wandered around collecting things I would leave behind in the hotel trash and making small talk with salespeople, half of whom were as bored as I was.

As we wandered down the aisles a sales guy stepped out and introduced himself and his product. He was actually a really nice guy and we chit-chatted for a while. I took his card, he said he'd call me to set up with something; blah, blah, blah.

As we were wandering the next aisle Kelly mentioned that Steve, the guy we had just met, had been down at the pool this morning.

“And?” I asked.

“Nothing much. I think he was checking me out. But, then I was checking him out too. He looks pretty good in a swimsuit.”

That evening we were at dinner. We were sitting with two other couples I’d never met. There were two open chairs next to Kelly when Steve walked up and asked if a seat was available.

We invited him to join us and he sat next to Kelly. He was born to be a sales guy. He kind of led the table conversation before dinner and had everyone laughing and interacting. He really had Kelly laughing pretty hard a few times.

During the dinner/presentation, I could see Steve was keeping up a private conversation with Kelly. Eventually, he asked if that was her that he saw by the pool earlier. Kelly said she was there and asked was that him swimming the laps?

Later in the conversation, Steve told her that she was very striking in a bikini and she should be very proud of her figure. I saw Kelly blush. She was keeping me up on their conversation but playing it all very low-key.

When it was clear to both of them that they were becoming fast, flirty, friends, he asked if they were real? Now Kelly has been asked that question many times in her life. It offends the shit out of her and guys tend to get punched.

But in that context, she wasn’t offended and said, “One hundred percent all me nothing enhanced.” She said it with a great deal of pride.

Steve replied, “Even more impressive!”

I should probably share how Kelly was dressed that evening. She was wearing a ‘little black dress’. This one came maybe two or three inches above her knees. The top was a halter with an open back. The top has some silvery beads sewn in here and there that made it shimmer in the light. It was a very light-weight material and swayed and moved as she walked.

On her feet, she had a pair of stiletto-heeled black sandals. Nails (top and bottom) were fuck-me red. Her hair those days was blond, straight, and hung to her shoulder blades. She also wore a beautiful and ornate necklace that hung in her cleavage.

The necklace was an old trick of Kelly’s that she has used countless times. If you hang a beautiful necklace between your huge tits pretty much anyone can notice and comment on the beautiful jewelry, while in reality taking a good long look at her cleavage.

With a backless halter, it was pretty clear she couldn’t wear a bra. She had also waxed before the trip and loved leaving the panties in the suitcase when she was dolled up.

So, no surprise that Steve was fixated on her boobs. As the dinner went along and the wine flowed they got flirtier in their conversation. They were discussing the shape of her nipples, the size of her areola, what made them hard, the fact they were hard right then. Panties; no she wasn’t wearing any, yes, she was getting quite wet.

I’ll give them credit; they kept up a pretty good front at the table. I’m pretty sure no one else suspected they were nearly verbally fucking each other during dinner.

My updates were less frequent but I clearly knew what they were up to when Kelly subtly adjusted her dress. She pulled up the back of the lower half so her ass was directly on the chair. Her twat was running and she didn’t want a wet spot on the back of her dress.

By the time the dinner was finished Kelly had a vivid description of Steve’s cock as well. She was assured that it was rock hard, but they were still trying to be cool so she took him at his word.

There was a break where folks hit the restrooms, left if they wanted (as did the other couples at our table), refreshed their drinks and the band got set up.

Kelly went to the restroom to freshen her makeup and blot up the river running from her pussy. Steve and I got in line for drinks.

“So, now you’ve ‘met’ Kelly,” I said.

“Yes, she is an amazing woman. You must be a very happy man!”

“Indeed I am. She is a very sexual being and really loves new experiences. It looks like she finds you very fascinating. It will be a fun and interesting night. Do you plan on hanging around for the entertainment?”

Steve said, “I think I would be a fool to leave.”

Our understanding was established. We were all on the same page. We met Kelly back at the table just as the band started up. Steve invited Kelly to the dancefloor.

They stayed out for several songs. On the last song, Steve twirled her pretty hard and her dress flew up. Anyone watching closely got a quick view of her bare ass.

When they returned to our table I could see Steve was trying his best to hide his hardon. We were the only ones at the table, which had a long tablecloth that hung nearly to the floor. Kelly had again pulled up the back of her dress as she sat down.

There were only a few people sitting at tables, mostly just folks taking a break from the dance floor. The ballroom was huge and there wasn’t anyone within fifty feet of us.

I moved closer to Kelly and asked if she was having fun? The look in her eyes said it all. She was on fire. I slid my hand under her dress.

Her slot was soaked. I easily slid three fingers into her twat. She moaned louder than she meant to. Steve immediately knew what I was doing. As I started to finger bang her, Steve put a hand under her dress and played with her clit. Kelly slid down in her chair which gave all of us a better angle for our assault.

It was within just a couple of minutes when Kelly covered her mouth with a hand as she orgasmed. Steve and I kept playing with her twat. Five minutes later she came again.

Kelly had reached into our laps and had a tight grip, through our suits, around a hard cock with each hand.

After she came a second time she quietly said, “Take me somewhere.”

We headed for the doors and across the large hall were doors to some outside grounds. I led us outside. We walked along a paved path and came to a park bench. There was no one else in sight. Kelly pushed Steve to sit on the bench. They both worked to quickly pull out his cock.

His dick was pretty much the exact same size as mine. Straight and about six inches.

The moment his dick was loose Kelly sat her wet cunt down on him and started to ride him. She pulled me to her face. I had my cock out and she sucked me into her mouth. Kelly came in seconds. She was so worked up from all of the flirting and us playing in her cunt, a good fuck wasn’t a want, it was a need.

As soon as that orgasm was out of the way Steve got into her rhythm and was fucking her hard. In another five minutes, Kelly had to spit out my cock as she came again. She was trying so hard to be quiet but anyone close would have heard her.

Just then, we saw a guy right there with us as he was walking down the path, apparently heading back to his hotel room. Kelly was bouncing on a cock; her halter top was pulled open with both of her huge tits bouncing away.

Steve and I had both been working on her nipples. I had my cock sticking out right next to her mouth waiting to be sucked back in.

“Oh shit! Guys, I am so sorry. I swear I didn’t see anything.”

We could tell his big head wanted him to just keep walking. His little head wouldn’t let him move past the sight of Kelly’s tits and her being fucked. He just sort of froze.

To make it even wilder, Steve orgasmed. He wasn’t really noisy, but he bounced her up pretty high and we heard him groan. Kelly reached for the guy’s slacks. He stepped closer and she could feel his half-hard cock through his slacks. She grabbed hold of it and he was hard in an instant. He was still kind of frozen.

“Pull it out,” I told him.

He quickly unzipped and it was out immediately. I think the dude was going commando? Kelly slid off of Steve and went to her knees sucking this guy.

I have to say, he had a nice-looking dick. Maybe an inch longer than Steve and me and a little bit thicker. This guy was a lot younger than us as well. I’m guessing around thirty?

Kelly didn’t want to stay on her knees. She went to the bench. Steve got up and Kelly laid on her back. She had her hand on the guy’s cock ever since he had pulled it out.

She pulled him to her and he instinctively got into her saddle and fucked her on the bench. I moved to her head and she again sucked on my cock.

This guy must have thought it was freaking Christmas. He was fucking her very ‘politely’ for lack of a better way to describe it.

Kelly popped me out and said, “Harder… harder… fucking harder!… that’s it… harder… oh, fuck… harder… oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!"

And Kelly had a huge orgasm. I saw it coming and shoved my hand over her mouth. She squirted all over that guy. His slacks were soaked. He started to slow up.

“Don’t stop. Cum in me. Fuck me hard. I want to feel you cum!”

In just a few strokes he locked up and blasted her cunt with his juice.

He slid out of her and tucked his cock away.

He looked at all of us and said, “That was fucking insane! You all have a great night!” and went on his way.

I gave Kelly a hand to get up from the bench. I slipped the halter top off her shoulders and she pulled her arms through. I positioned her so she was leaning on the arm of one end of the bench. I got behind her and flipped the bottom of her dress way up onto her back. Her dress was scrunched around her waist and she was as close as she could get to completely naked.

I aimed my cock at her hole and went in deep. The first twenty strokes or so I pulled all the way back out and emptied her vagina of two cum loads.

She pulled Steve over and used her mouth to clean off his cock. It took a little time but she got him hard again and kept sucking on him. I heard footsteps coming.

A couple of guys who were clearly tanked came upon us. They slowed way down and stared at Kelly’s body being fucked. They stared for maybe thirty seconds or so and kept on walking, not having said a word. Just seeing the looks on their faces got me to unload. Kelly’s body is almost overwhelming to the senses.

I pulled out and put my dick away. Kelly sat down on the bench and worked Steve’s cock with her hand.

She looked up into his eyes and said, “Cum on me. I want to watch you do it.”

Steve took over and jerked the hell out of his cock. It took a few minutes. He lurched forward towards her tits and laid a nice puddle of cum on one boob. Steve stepped back and put away his cock.

We both were enjoying the view of Kelly sitting there with her little dress looking like a belt. Her arms were stretched out wide on the top of the bench. Her knees were spread wide, with her hairless cunt on display.

It was the first time Steve noticed the rose tattoo on her pubic mound. He leaned down to take a closer look. He complimented her on the tattoo and asked if she had any others.

“No, that’s the only one,” She replied.

“Well, I’m damn glad I got to see it!” Steve made a very warm goodbye and thanked us both.

We were all flying out in the morning. He and I shook hands and he headed to his room.

I helped Kelly get out of her heels. She wanted to carry them. She pulled up the top of her dress but left one boob exposed, the one with Steve’s load running down it.

We walked along the path to the tower with our room. One guy walked past us on the path and did a double-take as he caught a glimpse of her exposed tit.

She left it out as we went to our room. It was a short walk to the elevator. No one joined us on the trip to the twenty-sixth floor. On the crazy long walk along the hallway to our room, one guy stepped out of his room with an ice bucket and just froze as we walked past. Kelly winked at him as she passed close by him.

Even at age forty, life with Kelly is as wild as it was at sixteen!