“Shoes?”

“Yup.”

“Camera?”

“Got it.”

“Flash drive?”

“Shit. Thanks. Almost forgot it.” I rushed to the desk drawer and grabbed the flash drive with my PowerPoint on it.

My wife and I had a tradition of this checklist run-through every time I traveled for a conference. It was created out of necessity because I never had my head on straight and would invariably call from the destination whining about forgetting one important thing or another.

“How long are you going to be gone this time?” my wife asked.

“I’ll be back in three days. It’s just a weekend conference. No big deal,” I assured her.

I was a 3rd year in a doctoral statistics program, which meant much of my time was spent sweating over some presentation, or flying to a random conference to talk to a small group of like-minded folks when we just as well could have emailed each other.

My wife, Dina, was so used to this routine she took my absence in stride. That’s what four years of marriage will give you. The benign neglect of companionship. Not that I’m complaining too much. At 30 years old, Dina was every bit a beauty as when we met when we were 24. She was 5’4’’, with dirty-blonde hair, tan skin, and a tight body. She worked as a personal trainer at a posh gym, so her arms were that sexy mix of slender and fit that every suburban house mom and celebrity was dying to get. And, I thank the lord every day, her fitness had spared her incredible C cup tits. The sex was still great, and she hadn’t yet tired of blowing me now and then. But, 4 years married and 6 years together meant that she was allowed to be relieved to have me out of her hair for a couple of days.

I gave her a kiss goodbye, slapped her ass (as is tradition), and went downstairs to grab a cab to the airport.

Once through security, I rush to find my gate. In my head, I’m George Clooney in Up in The Air, sliding effortlessly through the airport. In reality, I’m a slightly disheveled mess, frantically searching for my gate because my flight has been boarding for ten minutes already. I finally spot it, and get on to find my seat. I plop down in a huff.

“Morning Rob. What the hell took you so long.”

My friend Jessica, also in the doctoral program, hands me a coffee. We’ve traveled to a few conferences together and were pretty good friends, so there was an earned ease between us. This was undercut only slightly by the weird tension that often exists between opposite sex classmates. You know, the kind of the tension begs the questions- “Are we supposed to fuck at some point? We are, right? Why haven’t we?” But we’ve never made a move. My wife has at times called her my “school wife.” Not that I would mind in some ways.

Jessica was about 5’0’’, if that, with a healthy body, and a face that was pretty but also had “character” in the form of a bit too large nose. She also happened to have the most massive tits I’ve ever seen on a girl her size. Is size H a thing, cuz that’s what she would have. The tits, and her extreme openness, were what made the tension for me. But like I said, nothings ever happened. I try to be a good guy and won’t let anything go past flirting.

A little after take off, Jessica takes off one of my earbuds and does that loud whisper thing you have to do on a plane. “Oh man, I can’t wait to get some nerdy dick at this conference. It’s been a while.” - Like I said. She’s very open.

“You always do pretty well,” I joked.

She teased back. “Hey, why don’t we make sure to get rooms next to each other so you can at least give yourself some action while hearing me fuck. Or, you can finally bring that camera over you are always using and take some pictures to bring back home. Is Dina into amateur porn?”

“Shhh. I’m trying to enjoy this shitty rom-com,” I said, pointing at my screen. I put my earbud back in and tried to focus on Katherine Heigl’s terrible acting.

With the camera comment Jessica was referring to my photography hobby. I loved to shoot people, but as I was never brave enough to have anyone model, I stuck to trying to capture candid moments. I’ve definitely never shot an amateur porn like she was recruiting me to do. One day...

We touched down in Houston where the conference was being held. By the time we checked in to our hotel room I was exhausted. Jessica and I, by chance, did get rooms next to each other and I knew I’d be hearing her pound against the walls all night. I cycled through my memories of packing to see if I remembered noise cancelling ear buds.

The next morning I am woken up by the sound of pounding on the adjoining room door. The pounding perfectly matches the pounding going on inside my head. Everything feels hazy.

“What the hell happened?” I say to myself. I start to tick through what I could remember in my head. The conference was the usual boring affair. I went to a few talks, and even gave a short presentation myself. I ambled around the poster presentations asking questions and appearing interested. Nothing out of the ordinary. That night, Jessica and I hit the hotel bar as we usually do, talking and getting drunk ... thats all I can remember.

Boom Boom The pounding on the door continues. Purely out of a desire to make it stop and not out of any desire to actually attempt to wake up, I drag myself to the door.

I yank it open, and Jessica is standing there looking fresh-faced and rejuvenated with two coffees. “Good morning sleepyhead!” she yelled. Or whispered. I’m so hungover it all sounds the same. I recognized this version of her. This is what she was always like the morning after getting laid.

“And nice to see you again, Mr. Thickness!”

“Mr. Thickness?” I had no idea where this nickname came from until I focused on her and saw that her eyes were looking straight down at my crotch. Hanging out for for the world to see was my thick cock, at about half-mast owing to morning mood. I must have fallen asleep before I could actually got into any pajamas. I rushed to get a pillow to cover myself.

Jessica handed me a coffee as her words echoed in my head. “Nice to see you again?” Worry gripped me as I considered what might have happened. Here Jessica was, clearly having had sex the night before and she is talking to my penis like they are old friends.

“Oh god. Did we...” I managed to stammer.

“Fuck like rabbits?” she says with narrow eyes. “You mean you don’t remember?”

“No. Shit! I can’t believe it.”

Jessica gets up and grabs my camera from the table, pops out the memory card and puts it into my laptop.

“Well you documented the whole thing. Let’s refresh your memory.” The TV turns on and my computer screen is visible. We always bring an Appletv to conferences so we can project up our slides and practice our presentations on the hotel room TVs.

Jessica pulls up the images from my camera. She clicks through the first couple. Candid shots of people in the airport and the hotel. Then stops at one I must have taken in her room.

In the photo, Jessica is seated in her room with a glass of something strong in her hand. She looks at the camera seductively but obviously a little drunk. In the next shot, she is standing, mock-modeling for me. She’s still wearing her conference skirt and blazer, but gone is the shirt underneath. The blazer is buttoned so that the lapels drape over her massive breasts, trying their best to contain them, but letting on nipple peak through slightly. Jessica clicks through a series of her posing with the blazer, stopping on one where she has her blazer off, with her bare back to the camera, as she looks over her shoulder. Her tits are so big, the sides of them can be seen even from behind.

“Jessica, I’m sorry. I was so drunk I must have blacked out. I don’t remember this at all. I mean, I know we have always had this sexual tension between us, but I never meant to act on it.”

Jessica was looking at me with a hurt face that suddenly cracked into a smile, then devolved into full out laughter.

“Jess? What’s going on?”

Once she was done laughing and making me feel sufficiently bad, she said, “Relax Rob. We didn’t exactly hook up. We got drunk and somehow got on the topic of your photography. You mentioned how you had always wanted to take pictures of people modeling rather than candids, but you never had the guts. So, being the amazing woman I am, I modeled for you.

“Oh thank god. So we didn’t hook up? I don’t know what I would have said to Dina.”

Jessica looked a little hesitant. “Well ... we didn’t hook up per se. Just keep watching. You were shooting the whole time.”

She clicked through the next photos and the memories started coming back.

...

I remembered taking the photos of Jessica. She was a great model as her body’s curves and her distinctive face gave me a ton to work with. Plus, she basically has no shame and was open to everything. She did her best, for my sake, to cover nipples, but occasionally she would let her hand slip and I’d get an eyeful of her large areolas and hard nipples. The pictures shifted around the room. Some at the table, some at the window. The window pictures were the sexiest, but the most arousing were the shots of her on all fours, still in her skirt, with her gigantic tits drooping down.

Eventually there was a knock at the door. Jessica put her blazer back on, but left it unbuttoned so her tits were still almost fully visible. She opened the door and said “Oh finally. Get in here.” Even in my drunken state I recognized the man who walked in the room. Dr. Steven Wilks was one of the most respected scholars at this conference. Everyone looked up to him because of his brilliance, but also because he was basically a celebrity level stud. Dr. Wilks was a tall black man, with a shaved head that contrasted with his trimmed but grown out dark beard. His skin was a dark brown which made his hazel eyes and bright smile pop. I’ve literally heard Jessica swoon during his lectures.

From the way he walked in, he appeared to be about as drunk as we were. He didn’t register me until Jessica said, “You remember Rob from the bar, right? He’s a big fan of your work.”

“And the camera?” Dr. Wilks asked.

“Don’t worry about that. I just wanted something to remember you by. Rob, you’re free to take whatever photos you like.” When Dr. Wilks started to protest, Jess just opened her blazer to let one of her massive tits fully fall free. He stopped talking immediately and swooped in to devour her nipple. Jessica threw her head back, enjoying his mouth on her breasts. She shot me a look and did the little “take pictures” symbol with her hand.

I shot away as Dr. Wilks stripped off her blazer and spent a while roaming over each of her gigantic breasts. Jessica unbuttoned his shirt and yanked it off, revealing a chiseled body. His dark skin was smooth, and he clearly spent as much time in the gym as he did in the library. Jessica roamed her hands over his chest and down his rippled abs. She undid his belt rapidly, like she was unwrapping a gift on Christmas she had been eager to receive.

I remember this so well, not because of the picture I got, but because this is the point that I recall becoming aware of my dick straining so hard against my pants. Watching her tits flail and her wrapped in desire was too much. When not shooting, I fondled my cock from outside my pants.

Jessica undid Dr. Wilks’ pants and pulled his boxer briefs down at the same time. His cock sprung forward and out; an extremely thick 9 inches of black steel. Jessica groped and stroked it. About to get on her knees, Dr. Wilks stopped her, and took his time to pull down her skirt. He gripped her healthy ass, and explored her body with his mouth. Jessica pulled him down, and they fell together onto the bed. Their bodies were wrapped up together, as Dr. Wilks started to kiss her neck and travel down. Again he spent plenty of time, licking and sucking her breasts. He then lifted up on his knees and shoved his cock in between them. With tits like Jessica’s, I imagine they are impossible to not want to fuck.

Watching his strong body thrust that cock between her tits pushed me past a barrier and I slowed down with the pictures and undid my own belt. I dropped my pants to the floor and unleashed my cock so I had easy access when I needed to stroke it. Jessica must have heard my pants hit the floor, and while her body was ravaged she looked over to smile and bite her lip at the sight of my cock. I stroked for her and wanted so badly to join in; for her to suck my cock while he fucked her tits, but I didn’t dare. Somehow even in my drunken horny state, I knew there was a line I couldn’t yet cross.

Dr. Wilks then shifted down, and steadying his cock with one hand while holding Jessica’s knee with the other, shoved himself into her. Jessica’s body arched and she moaned with pleasure. I somehow was able to capture the exact moment, showing her eyes wide with intense surprise and pleasure. His cock had to have been filling her to the brim. Dr. Wilks fucked Jessica hard, while she went to work on her clit. I watched as her pounded into her, her tits bouncing, one massive globed pushed over by her arm that descended down to rub her clit. Soon enough, her knees seems to want to snap shut, her body shook, and she let out an intense scream of pleasure as she climaxed.

Dr. Wilks only slowed slightly while she came. When Jessica relaxed a bit, he refused to relent, and with a deft hand, flipped her over to fuck her from behind. Jessica yelped with surprised and pleasure and buried her face into the bed. The photo I got from that was of an incredible arch in her back, with her ass high in the air, and Dr. Wilks turned so you could see the full flex of his muscles as he fucked her hard. Jessica’s PAWG ass rippled and waved with each pound, and she yelled with pleasure. Dr. Wilks began to moan, no doubt getting close to the edge himself.

Hearing this, Jessica moved off of him and assumed a position on her knees. She begged Dr. Wilks to cum on her face and tits, and he was happy to oblige. Jessica looked at me, and ushered me to come closer. “I want your cum as well.”

I set the DSLR camera to record video and placed it on the nightstand. In a trance, watching her amazing tits, I stood side by side with Dr. Wilks and rapidly stroked my dick. I had no idea Jessica was such a cum slut. She looked up at us both, making eye contact and keeping her mouth wide open. I came hard and ropes of jizz shot across her face and into her mouth. Jessica closed her eyes, and a thick glob fell onto her eyelashes. As she moved her tongue in a circle to wipe cum from around her mouth, Dr. Wilks began to shoot his load as well.

By the end, Jessica’s face was thick with cum, and her breasts were heaving from exertion and shining with semen. We stood panting and the camera shut off, presumably from running out of room. My memories were hazy after this, but I must have made it back to my room and passed out.

...

Having clicked off the video, Jessica looked over to me and said with a smile, “See, we didn’t hook up. We didn’t even touch.”

“Are you joking?” I replied. Guilt had rushed in for breaking my sacred vow and was confusingly mixed with incredibly arousal. Since I was blacked out, half remembering and half watching last night unfold made it feel like I was living it all over again.

“You need to relax, Rob. I’ve watched you at these conferences for a while. You’re such a boring boy scout, but I can tell you have so much pent-up inside. If you were any of these other stats nerds you would have made a move on me ages ago.”

“I’ve got a wife, Jessica. What am I supposed to tell Dina?”

“Nothing,” she said, looking shocked I would even suggest something like that. You have to realize these conferences are completely set apart from the real world. Think of it like entering an alternative reality. You think Dr. Wilks is worried about what his wife thinks. Do you think I am worried about rushing home and telling my boyfriend? Half the guys I hook up with here have a family back home. Conferences are an escape. I know you’ve felt that too.”

She wasn’t wrong. These short trips away had started to feel like a completely parallel universe to the one back home. I loved my wife, but there was a little bit of a thrill - a charged energy - with stepping out on my own in some weird city. Or of spending 99% of my trip at times in the cloistered hotel environment. You meet people, develop friendships, and rhythms become familiar extremely fast. And then once you are back home, all that is dropped completely. I felt a little calmer as I thought this over.

“Alright, I”m not jumping to tell her. God knows she won’t see it this way. And I doubt she’ll let us stay friends if she knew I had plastered your face with my cum.”

“Mmmm, that was so hot. Thank you for that by the way.”