The Exhibition

“It’s a pity. It won’t be as much fun this year without Lisa being there,” I heard David say. David was the lead sales guy at the engineering firm where I work as an admin in the sales department. He was talking about the sales exhibition that the company has a stand at every year. I was ‘volunteered’ to go this year to help out, basically to look nice and help drag in some punters. As we all know, sex sells, and seeing a nice-looking woman on the stand always attracts males of a certain age.

It wasn’t the first time I had gone to the exhibition. I’ve been quite a few times over the years, but it has been six years since I last went, as I remember being 4 or 5 months pregnant with Katy at the time. Lisa got her chance to go instead of me the following year, as I didn’t want to leave Katy for a week. Since then, Lisa has been going with the guys every year. However, she is currently on maternity leave, having just had her 1st child a few months ago. As Katy was now 5 and in school, I had been ‘volunteered’ to go in her place.

“Err, excuse me. I can be fun too, you know,” I laughed. The guys looked at each other, and I knew from their reaction that I wouldn’t be as much fun as Lisa had been.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. We’re glad you’re coming along with us. It’s just that the four of us had a great time last year.”

“Well, I’m sure we can have a good time,” I said, trying to make myself feel like they wanted me to come. Just no drinking games. You know I don’t drink much.”

“I’m sure we can convert you. After all, we have five nights to fill.”

My husband, Phil, wasn’t too impressed with me going away for the week. He wasn’t very independent, and now he had Katy to look after for a week. After I told him I was going away with work, he became even more distant than ever. Our relationship has been on a downward spiral ever since Katy was born. We rarely did anything together anymore, including sex. For the last two years, I’ve been keeping a note of when we actually do it. Over the last 12 months, the total was 7 times, yes, just 7, and these were all just a quick one under the covers at bedtime. Our sex life used to be good; we used to do it 7 days a week, but after I got pregnant and then when Katy arrived, it declined. He also decided that one child was enough, so he had the snip, which I wasn’t happy about as I’ve always wanted two kids. After the op, his libido seriously declined to the levels we are at today. I’m used to it now, though, at certain times of the month, I’m sexually frustrated.

After one frustrated, unsuccessful fuck, that lasted less than a minute, I remember having a dig at him. “Why did you even bother getting the snip? We only do it for about 10 minutes a year. It was hardly worth it.”

He just rolled over and said, “I did it for you, remember? So you didn’t have to be on birth control anymore.” I remember crying myself to sleep that night. I wondered if he was playing around with anyone else. There were no signs, but I suppose he could cover it well. If he was playing the field, she would be disappointed with a fuck that lasts under a minute. Maybe he was better with her; maybe it was me he didn’t like being with anymore and was doing it for sympathy or to get his rocks off every now and then. I don’t know.

All I know is that I’m not happy. The thought of leaving him went through my mind a number of times, and it broke my heart–not just for me but for Katy as well. I firmly believe that she needs both her parents in her life.

The exhibition ran Monday through Friday, but we needed to leave early on Sunday to check that the stand and everything were set up as requested.

David, Steve and Charlie arrived on Sunday morning. I hugged Katy before I left and wondered if she would be upset, but she was happy to have some “daddy time.” Phil hugged me quickly and then left, taking Katy back into the house with him. “See you on Saturday,” I said as the door closed behind me. I was going to say something sarcastic like “Thanks for the hug”, but the guys were watching, so I thought I’d better not air our problems in front of them.

David appeared next to me and looked at me, “Everything ok?” he asked.

I nodded, though he could tell the atmosphere was frosty. He carried my case to the back of the car, and we set off.

An uneventful four-hour drive later, we arrived at the hotel, checked in, and went to our rooms. I messaged Phil to tell them I had arrived safely, was in my room, and was about to go to the exhibition centre to check on everything. All I got back an hour later was “OK.”

I met the guys in the hotel foyer, and we walked a few blocks to the exhibition centre. We spent the next hour or so checking our stand and looking at some of our competitors’ stands.

We then went for something to eat. As the company was paying, we picked a decent Italian restaurant and filled our faces with some good food, wine, and plenty of conversation. I felt a little tipsy after a couple of glasses, so I purposefully stopped and drank water. escort bayan şişli The guys carried on with a few beers and were getting louder.

“Don’t forget we need to be up bright and early tomorrow. I’m not manning the stand on my own all morning as you lot nurse some sore heads,” I said.

“We’ll be fine,” said David, “won’t we guys.” They all agreed and nodded. We left, and I walked with David while Steve and Charlie walked some way in front of us. “Is everything all right at home? I couldn’t help but notice some tension there.”

“He’s not happy with me going away, having to fend for himself and look after Katy for the week. But in all honesty, we haven’t been getting along for some time now. I know things die down after marriage and children, but things have stopped.”

“By things, you mean sex?” he asked.

I nodded, “Yeah, I hardly get any now.” I said, realising he probably didn’t want to hear about my non-existent sex life. “Sorry, you don’t want to hear about this, let’s change the subject. I feel like I’m always telling you what to do all the time. I guess I’m not as much fun as Lisa after all.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it; Lisa was the same, a level head on her shoulders, that one,” he replied. “It’s just that she…,” he paused. “She always wanted to get back to the hotel.”

“Ah, I see. She wanted her beauty sleep then,” I laughed.

“Well, something like that,” he said.

“Like what then?” I asked.

“I guess she never told you; that’s good,” David said.

“Told me what?” I asked,

“Told you about the fun we used to have while we were away.”

“No, she never mentioned anything. What fun exactly?”

“Well, it all started fairly innocently, just a bit of flirting, but then things progressed.”

The penny dropped; my god, she was having sex with David. “Oh, I see; no wonder you were a little disappointed when you knew I was going instead. I assume this only happened while you were away. You didn’t hook up while back at home, did you?”

“I didn’t, and the other guys said they didn’t either; it was just while we were away.”

“The other guys, you mean you all…”

David nodded, “She’s like the Energiser Bunny when she gets going.”

I was shocked. “So, she was going from room to room, wearing you out, and then moving on, was she?”

“For the first night, yes, but after that, we just stayed in hers.”

“So, you were all together?”

“Yup, a regular foursome. She couldn’t get enough of us. In the end, she was taking us all on at once; that was the only way she was satisfied, but even then, it was only for a while, and then she wanted more,” he laughed.

“I can’t believe it, quiet little Lisa is a gangbang queen,” I laughed, possibly a little too loudly, as Steve and Charles turned around to look at us. “So that’s why you were disappointed Lisa wasn’t here this year,” I laughed.

We carried on walking and arrived back at the hotel. We said our goodnights and went up to our rooms. I lay in bed thinking about them and Lisa and tried to recall anything around the office that suggested what they had been up to. To their credit, I couldn’t recall anything at all. Sure, there was the usual light-hearted office banter, but nothing to suggest what had been going on while they were away. I couldn’t get the thought of them doing it together out of my head, and then I thought about the baby she had just had. Was one of them the father? The timing would be right, seeing as the baby was almost three months old.

I had a restless sleep that night and woke up on Monday morning. I was dressed in one of my dress, hose, and heel combinations, which I don’t wear to the office, as it’s very informal there, but we needed to dress smartly for the exhibition. The guys were doing the hard sell; I was just there to hand out leaflets, bring in the punters, and look pretty.

I went down for breakfast. I saw them sitting at a table for four, so I joined them. “Wow, you look great, Abi,” said David. “I don’t think we’ve seen you dressed up for a while.”

“Thanks, I thought I’d make the effort, you know,” I giggled.

We ate and I could feel their gaze on me as I went to the counter to help myself to some breakfast items. After what they were doing with Lisa, they had to be thinking about me in a sexual way. Strangely, I found this exciting and played on it a little, getting up and going to the counter more times than I normally would.

We returned to our rooms to get our things and headed to the exhibition centre. All through the day, I would catch glimpses of them looking at me. I liked the power I had over them and had to admit that I was feeling a little turned on, knowing that they wanted me. It was good to know that I still had it and could grab male attention if needed. During some quiet times, I sat down and took a break. I’d forgotten how standing in heels all day makes your legs and feet ache, and I was looking forward to a nice soak in the bath when we got back to the hotel.

“You, ok?” Steve mecidiyeköy escort asked as I sat rubbing my calves.

“Yeah, just aching a little. I don’t wear heels very often. I might have to give the heels a miss tomorrow.”

“Aw, that’s a shame. You look great wearing them. I’m not just saying that because we want to do things with you, but to put it bluntly, you are good for business. You are like a magnet to some of the punters. They see a pretty lady and come wandering across,” he smiled.

“Well, for the sake of your sales figures, I guess I could wear them for another day,” I sighed. My mind was now going over the fact that they wanted to do things with me. Naughty things. Things I shouldn’t be thinking about. Things I haven’t done for a long time.

“What you need is a good foot and leg massage,” Charles added as he stood behind me.

“And I suppose you are offering to massage my feet and legs for me?”

“If that’s what you would like, then sure,” he laughed.

I could see this was their way of getting into my room, and I doubted that it would stop at my legs and feet. “Thanks, but a good soak in the bath will do the trick,” I laughed.

We walked back to the hotel at the end of the day and arranged a time to meet for food. Back in my room, I stripped off everything and ran the bath, I noticed my panties were damp, which was unusual, and my pussy felt wet. Was the attention I was getting from them getting to me?

I casually slid a finger down to my pussy and played with my aroused clit; I had to lean against the sink to support myself as my legs went weak as my pussy exploded over my fingers. I don’t normally masturbate; in fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I did, but it felt good. I crouched down by the bath and did it again, working up a storm in my pussy and giving me some much-needed sexual gratification. My head spun from the strength of my orgasm, I got to my wobbling feet and climbed into the water, slowly submerging under the surface, my pussy still tingling with the small aftershocks. I thought about the sex that Phil and I used to have. It was good, I never had any complaints back then. But from what I’ve read and heard from other people, it was ordinary and mundane. Just the usual missionary and doggie, sometimes I went on top, but I’d say the majority were in missionary. I thought about Lisa and the guys. What had they been doing? She was taking all three at once. How does that work? What they were doing was far from mundane and ordinary.

I got out of the bath and looked at myself naked in the mirror, running my hands over my hips and striking some poses in the mirror. “You like what you see, boys? Do you want some of this? You want to fuck me, don’t you?” I said out loud to myself while bending over, pointing my ass at the mirror and spreading my legs wide. “You want to go in here, don’t you? You want to fuck my married body, just like you did with Lisa, don’t you?” I teased myself, finding the thought of them all fucking me exciting but also shocking. “Stop it, for fucks sake,” I said, cursing myself for even thinking about it.

I dried myself off, and there was a message on my phone.

David: “Slight change of plan prospective client wants to meet tonight, so working dinner, if that’s ok. Dress to impress! meet in the foyer at 7:00”

Me: “OK. Thought I was going to get away without having to wear my heels again tonight!”

David: “You don’t get away with it that easily. Now that we know how good you look in them, we’re going to have to insist you wear them all the time!”

Luckily, I had brought a large selection of outfits to wear over the week. Most of them were business outfits, blouse-and-skirt combinations, and some dresses. I picked another dress with matching heels and hose, did my hair and makeup, and then met them in the foyer just before 7.

“Wow,” said David, “You look great.”

“Thanks, but you really don’t have to keep telling me every time we meet,” I laughed, secretly liking the attention they were all lavishing me with.

We met the customer and spent a few hours in the restaurant. The guys talked shop, and to be honest, I was a little bored and was more than happy when we all left. The four of us walked back to the hotel and passed a bar on the way. We headed in and had a few drinks before moving to another bar. This was a popular place as it was pretty busy. There was a dance floor at one end, and Charles asked if I wanted to dance.

“Those days are long gone,” I laughed.

“That’s a shame. I thought I’d show you off to all the single guys in here and give them something to wank over when they go home.”

“What’s up, Charlie?” asked David. “Will Abi not dance with you?”

I looked at David, then grabbed Charlie’s hand and led him to the dance floor. We danced fairly closely, and I could see many pairs of eyes watching us. “A lot of the guys in here are pretty jealous of me right now; they would give anything to swap with me and dance with the hot chick,” he shouted.

“There’s bayan escort mecidiyeköy plenty of women around here. Why don’t they ask some of them?”

He pulled me closer and whispered in my ear, “But none of them are as sexy as you.” I moved away from him and danced a little more. “Abi, I want to take you back to the hotel and strip those clothes from you. I’m sure we can have a good time.”

“You might not like what you find underneath, though,”

“I’m willing to take my chances, but from what I can see here, I won’t be disappointed.”

“What do you think Steve and David would say?”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure they would want to join in as well.”

“I’m sure they would, but I’m not Lisa, so you’ll just have to make do with ogling my body, as you have all been doing all day.”

“That’s a shame. “

We made our way back to the hotel and said our goodnights. I lay on my bed in just my panties and realised how wet I was again. For the second time that day, I played with myself, working three fingers inside me as I imagined myself lying on the bed while Steve, David and Charles had sex with me. I wondered what their cocks looked like. Would they be big, bigger than Phil’s? What would it feel like to be sucking on one while holding another and having a third ploughing into my pussy. I came hard at that thought, my back arching as I forced my pinkie finger into me.

I calmed down a little and went to take a shower before heading to bed. I wrote a long message to Phil, telling him about my day and asking about Katy. He replied, “She’s fine,” and that was it. I sighed deeply at his lack of response and settled down for another unsettled night’s sleep.

Tuesday was much the same; my legs and feet still ached a little from yesterday, so I wore a pair of white Skechers to walk to the exhibition centre in, but I also took a pair of heels in a bag to wear while on the stand. The day was full of flirting, sexual innuendos and brief touches. Sometimes, they would press against me as they squeezed past me. I could have put a stop to it, but to be honest, I was enjoying the attention and the flirting. Although they didn’t say it directly, it was obvious they wanted me; they wanted me to do things for them. They wanted to touch me, strip me naked and fuck me. They wanted me to do the things that Lisa was doing last year.

I couldn’t be Lisa for them, but I could flirt and wear some sexy clothes for them to enjoy. Then, back in the hotel room, I can fantasise and do some self-gratification in my bed to try to relieve the sexual tension that was building up inside me.

Back at the hotel, I ran a bath, my panties were damp again, and my pussy needed some attention and relief, which I duly gave it before taking another bath. We went out for another meal and then headed to the same bar as the previous night. Charles and I danced again, and the combination of short skirts and heels attracted lots of attention. “God, you are so sexy,” Charles said into my ear, “Why don’t you come back to my room?”

I was sorely tempted; my pussy was wet, and I could feel my clit tingle every now and then. I needed some attention, but could I? Should I? I smiled at him and turned around, and ground my ass against his crotch, feeling his semi-hard cock push against me for a second before leading him off the dance floor.

We went back to the hotel and went back to our rooms. I wondered if there would be a knock at the door or a message on my phone, but nothing. What would I do if there was? I’m not sure, but I didn’t have to figure that out anyway.

On Wednesday I wore one of my short dresses, with hose and heels. I knew the guys liked my outfit as soon as I saw them. “Fuck Abi, could you look any damn sexier? We’ll all have boners all day now,” Charles laughed.

“Sorry, too much? Should I go and change into something less revealing?” I asked.

“Fuck no,” laughed David grabbing my hand and guiding me to the chair next to him.

“Guys, I know I’m not Lisa, but I’m willing to do something for you if you wish,” I said quietly, wondering if the breakfast table in the middle of a busy hotel was the best place to start this conversation.

“What do you mean?” Asked David.

“Well… perhaps, that is if you want, I could maybe, err, give you a blowjob,” I said quietly.

“Seriously?” asked David.

I nodded and looked at them. “Obviously, this is a Lisa-type situation; nothing must be said to anyone, ever. Is that clear? I can’t risk my job or my personal life.”

“Sure, what’s your plan?” asked Steve excitedly.

“I’m not sure. I’ve never done anything like this or even thought about doing anything like this before.”

“How do you want to play it, just one at a time or full-on Lisa mode?” chuckled Charles.

“I don’t know, and I guess we’ll just have to see how things play out.”

“Fuck Abi, if we had the time, we’d take you upstairs right now,” said David, “but it’s going to be a long day today.”

“Well, it will give you something to look forward to tonight,” I giggled.

The day was full of flirting again. Innuendos, casual touching, and talk of what I had planned for them tonight. In all honesty, I had no idea what I had planned, and I’m not even sure why I asked. I guess it was just sexual frustration and my increased horniness of being around them.