You never know who you’ll meet at a convention. Attendees come from all over, from all walks of life. They are a random cross section of humanity. Of course, conventions all have a purpose, a dedicated focus, but the participants vary to such extremes that you can’t say a particular type will show up for convention X or Y. Party hounds will come to a seminar on religious studies, and the most straitlaced people might appear at a porn industry gathering.

I’ve never gone to any conventions as an attendee. I wasn’t a businesswoman and hadn’t gone the college route by choice. Instead, I’ve been in the service industry all my adult life. Previously, I’ve been a waitress and bartender at restaurants. But lately, I’ve worked at a local convention center. Let me tell you, it’s a sweet gig — with an ever-rotating roster of guests.

I work well with the public, and it helps that I like people. Tips are good, and the work is steady. The center looks like the inside of a space station, and it runs just as efficiently. There are several large halls, a scattering of conference rooms, a bar, a restaurant and a hotel attached to the facility. People typically come for the weekends, and we accommodate their needs.

But now and then some guests accommodate my needs. That’s the fun part of the job.

The weekend Marla and Dominic showed up, I was working the bar. It was a familiar gig, except the clientele was less rough and tumble than those at other watering holes in the city. The people were all professionals of one stripe or another. They were there with colleagues or fellow industry people, so they had to behave with a certain amount of decorum. Often, they also had expense accounts, which was when the tips really flowed!

Even so, there was a spring break vibe running beneath all the polish and protocol. People flew in from all over the country, and that sense of dislocation was liberating for some. Many seemed poised to do things they wouldn’t do at home.

I spotted Marla the moment I came on shift. She was in a cute red outfit, where all us staff were in our black-and-whites. Her blonde hair shone, her figure was appealing, and I heard her laugh from across the bar. The sound was bright and joyous, but not obnoxious.

As I tended to the garnish station behind the bar, a thought beat in my head: I would love to eat that girl’s pussy. With the notion came a fantasy image: the two of us naked atop a rumpled bed as I munched her box until she shuddered with a fierce climax.

The erotic picture was so intense that I zoned out briefly. When I snapped back to the present, someone was trying to get my attention at the bar. I blushed when I saw it was the woman in red. I felt an immediate jab of guilt for having mentally toyed with her.

“Hi,” she said brightly.

“Hi,” I answered just as cheerfully, hoping my blush wasn’t too obvious. “What can I get you?”

She ordered a round for her table. As I concocted the cocktails, we chatted. She was friendly, happy and struck me as one of those guests who felt liberated being away from home. Always a good sign. I also snuck closer looks at her. Her breasts were as perky as hell, and she had a luscious beauty to her. I could have gotten lost in her blue eyes.

There were several conferences going on that weekend. I asked which one she was attending. She told me and went on to say she had especially enjoyed the “Married and in Business — How to Make a Successful Partnership” seminar.

She nodded toward a table and added, “I’m here with Dominic, my husband.”

I was more crestfallen than I would have thought reasonable, considering I’d seen this woman for the first time not ten minutes earlier. Nonetheless, my fantasy swiftly unraveled.

When I had her drinks ready, she paid, then slipped me a big cash tip. But it was when she squeezed my wrist that I got a real thrill. She held the contact longer than necessary and said softly, “I’m Marla, by the way. I hope we’ll get to see you out of uniform this weekend.”

My mind raced as fast as my heart. Out of uniform? Did that mean off my shift or something more literal? And was she using the royal we or did she mean her and Dominic? There were too many questions and possibilities.

I figured out who Dominic was at her table. He was a good-looking guy. I guessed — and hoped — Marla was looking for something extramarital that weekend. If so, I’d be glad to provide it. My pussy tingled at the thought.

After my shift, I changed into street clothes in the locker room and went back to the bar. Marla and Dominic had long since cleared out. But my tips had been fat, so I treated myself to a good glass of wine and sat back.

I fantasized some more about Marla, making the words she’d said to me a blatant come-on and the prolonged touch on my wrist a veritable summons to her bed. In my daydreams, Dominic was conspicuously absent. Not that I hadn’t fucked plenty of guys. But maybe my imagination wasn’t up to incorporating him into my erotic illusions about his wife.

But, like I’d said, you never know who you’ll meet at a convention.

Someone cleared their throat to get my attention. I blinked back to the present, and to my surprise, I saw Dominic standing next to my seat. To my disappointment, Marla wasn’t with him.

“Hi,” he said. “It’s Gina, right?”

I was no longer wearing my tag, so Marla must’ve told him my name. I nodded and gave him my full handle.

“Are you French?”

“When I’m in the mood,” I quipped. Right then I realized Dominic looked flustered — and excited. He licked his lips and fidgeted. I looked him over more closely and decided he was indeed a handsome specimen of hunk. I wondered abstractly if I was feeling up for some cock in lieu of Marla’s pussy.

“That’s funny,” he said nervously. “Um. I’ve been looking for you, actually.”

“Oh?” I said, enjoying his ruffled state.

“Marla sent me after you.” Now I definitely was intrigued. I was about to speak when he blurted out, “She’d like you to come up to our room. I’d like that, too. Would you? Will you?”

I let him squirm, but just for a brief moment as I finished my wine. I was determined to see this through — whatever it was. I responded, “I will.”

He had his phone out in a flash, even as he led me out of the bar and toward the concourse that connected the facility with the hotel. He whispered hurriedly into his cell. Evidently, Marla had been out searching for me in another part of the convention center.

We all met up at their hotel suite. I lived in a cruddy studio apartment not far from the center, so their digs were pretty luxurious to me. But the setting wasn’t nearly as interesting as the players. Marla was in a high state of excitement, and she and her husband gazed at me avidly.

I thought — quite reasonably — that maybe a threeway was on the table. I was considering whether or not I wanted that when Marla breathlessly said, “We want you to watch us fuck!”

The words hung in the air. Part of me wanted to burst out laughing at her bluntness, but a bigger part was aroused by the thought. My arms erupted with goose bumps, and my pussy went damp.

But their unconventional request also came with an explanation, which Dominic apparently felt obliged to provide: “Marla and I work together and live together. It makes us a very tight team. In order to stay fresh, both in work and our marriage, we’ve been told a daring sexual encounter like this would really help.”

Now I was stunned. Someone at this convention had advised them to do this — as a business and marital strategy? Wild. But I didn’t laugh. It was actually kind of sweet what they wanted to do. I would certainly still be getting something out of the scenario. If they wanted to be exhibitionists, I could be their voyeur.

“Sure,” I said, “so get out of those fucking clothes.”

For a heartbeat, I was convinced that this whole crazy scenario might fall apart. But happily, Marla and Dominic stripped. They stood by the big bed. My eyes traveled along Marla’s lush body, appreciating her full breasts and fine ass. Dominic had an awfully nice butt, too, but I was fixated on his cock, which was rising impressively.

They moved toward each other as I savored my commanding view. They slid into one another’s arms, and their mouths came together with the ease of great familiarity.

I didn’t know what it was like to be married, to be with the same person year after year and knowing them better than you knew yourself. I was sure it could be wonderful, just as sure as it could be a trap. But watching Dominic and Marla kiss, watching their bodies heave together, I saw the passion between them. His fully hard cock rubbed against her tummy. Their hands eagerly roamed over one another’s body. He groped one of her tits as she squeezed his ass.

“Get on the bed,” I said, my voice hoarse.

They climbed onto the mattress. Lying side by side, Marla grasped her husband’s cock and began pumping him. Dominic trailed two fingertips over his wife’s glistening pussy slit. When he slipped the digits inside her, she gasped and rolled her hips.

Warmth spread through me, and the dampness in my pussy increased. I felt my erect nipples being teased by the fabric of my shirt. These two had said they wanted someone to watch them fuck. I was up for that. But I saw no reason why I shouldn’t be as comfortable as possible while I did it.

As husband and wife manhandled each other, I stepped out of my clothes. The air felt charged as it touched my bare flesh. The scent of sex was already present in the room.

They remained aware of me. Now and then, Dominic would shoot me a covert look, and then Marla would do the same. It was when they both looked at me at the same time, their eyes blazing and hands still busy, that I touched myself. I caressed my left breast and let my other hand slide between my legs to graze my cleft. Pleasure radiated through me, and the fact they had paused to watch me made it all the more exciting.

They returned to their groping and fingering. But some of their attention was always with me from that point on. They moved smoothly into a 69 position, but they lay so I had the best view possible. I was able to watch Marla’s mouth drop down his shaft and see Dominic’s tongue spear her dripping pussy.

I remained standing. I lazily fingered myself and tweaked my hardened nipples. Playing with myself might have been where my evening led anyway, but doing it like this was much more fun. I had never witnessed a live sexual spectacle like this before.

They undulated on the bed, head to tail. Those were busy mouths. Marla sucked Dominic down to his balls with every plunge, and he poked his tongue in and out of her cunt. He even strained his neck to flick his tongue over his writhing wife’s asshole.

Pleasure was gathering over me like erotic thunderheads. I planted my heels and worked two fingers in and out of my pussy. My clit twanged, and every inch of me was buzzing with delight. I drank in the sight of the two lovers before me. I appreciated each flex of muscle, every tightened tendon. They were like a well-oiled carnal machine.

Yet when I let out a pre-climactic yelp, the couple’s eyes swiveled toward me. I came as they watched. Marla’s eyes flashed, her mouth still stuffed with cock. Dominic’s lips, glazed with pussy juice, spread in a smile.

With my gaze still fastened to their two beautiful bodies, I withdrew my fingers and brought them to my mouth. I licked my digits clean, tasting myself. I wanted to taste Marla’s pussy, too, and to wrap my lips around Dominic’s meat.

By silent assent, they rolled out of their 69. Dominic lay back, and Marla climbed onto him. She straddled him, poised over his spit-wet cock. Then she drove her pussy down onto him. He let out a cry, and the mattress bounced underneath them. She impaled herself, taking in every luscious inch of him.

They moved as one. It was marital familiarity once more, lovers perfectly attuned to one another. But something more was at play; I could see it. Suddenly, the nonsense they’d spouted earlier about this encounter being an exercise to improve their business skills made sense.

The two were partners in every way. Displaying themselves like this was an expression of their mutual trust, their bravery, even the love they had for each other. It moved me.

It also further turned me the fuck on to watch Marla’s sweet body bucking atop Dominic. Her tits heaved, her lips parted and a long moan escaped her mouth. He was thrusting up into her. Their movements grew faster and more desperate.

Marla’s climax overtook her. I could almost see it, her orgasmic energy elevating her like a lifting tide. Her head whipped back and forth, and her back bent like a bow. Her moan turned into a shriek, and at the crest of it, Dominic jerked wildly beneath her. He was jetting his come into her. I was as sure of it as if his cream were raining onto my own face.

Afterward, they slowly came apart. Marla’s pussy drizzled spunk as she climbed off and fell limply on her back. Dominic looked dazed, a grin still cutting across his handsome face. They had done it. They’d fucked in front of another person. I wondered if that advice had really been doled out in a lecture by someone in a business suit, or if they’d heard it as a rumor. The convention equivalent of locker room talk.

Whichever, they had followed through. And now it was done.

But I didn’t feel done.

I padded to the bed and quietly climbed up onto it. I positioned myself between the naked cooling forms of wife and husband. Marla looked at me, and a lazy smile drew itself over her pretty face.

I leaned down toward her, and she met my lips with her own. They were soft and wet. But passion soon stirred, and her tongue emerged. We kissed like that, and I heard Dominic shifting on the bed, no doubt noticing I was frenching his wife.

I put a hand to her breast and squeezed her tit. She moaned softly, and I played with her stiffening nipple. A hand dropped onto my backside, but it wasn’t Marla’s. Dominic was caressing my ass.

I took that to mean everyone was OK with what I’d kick-started.

Marla gasped when I moved my mouth to suck on her tits. Behind me, Dominic’s other hand landed on my ass. As he massaged my globes, I kissed and licked my way down Marla’s body.

By the time I’d positioned myself between her legs, her desire was alive again. I ran my tongue up her silky thigh. I could smell Dominic’s jizz oozing from her pussy; the scent was also laced with Marla’s own lovely aroma of arousal.

First, I licked up all the stray dribbles of his cream on her outer lips as she trembled. Then I hunkered down into my final position, with my head between her thighs and my ass pointed toward the ceiling. I secured my lips against her slick pussy and delved inside with my tongue.

At that moment of intimate contact, Dominic’s fingers spread my ass cheeks and his hot hungry mouth pressed against my pussy from behind. His tongue snaked into me, and pleasure whipped through my body. I groaned, with my mouth still affixed to Marla, and she wriggled at the humming contact.

I sucked and slurped at her pussy as her hips bucked wildly. Her cunt was so smooth, and it streamed with her excitement. I lavished her swollen clit with attention, caressing the sensitive bud with my tongue tip.

Meanwhile as I worked, Dominic ate me hard. He aimed bluntly for my clitoris, and soon my nub was buzzing and twanging. I rocked back instinctively against his face, just as Marla was humping hard against mine. I felt a climax assembling itself within me, rising through my body.

Marla howled, and I felt every shudder of her climax. Juices poured from her hole, and I drank them down. At the same instant, Dominic’s nimble tongue sent me over the top. As my orgasm hit me, he abruptly shifted and licked my asshole. The thrilling sensations he caused kicked my orgasm into a whole other gear, and the bliss was almost too much to take.

I gasped for air, my face wet with Marla’s joy, as she moved away from me. But I stayed in my position, on elbows and knees, and was gratified when Dominic got the hint. His knees pressed mine a few inches further apart. His cockhead probed my pussy as his hands settled on my hips.

As Dominic slotted himself into my cunt, I saw Marla’s face hovering near mine. I grinned dreamily at her. She kissed me and probed my mouth with warm strokes of her tongue. I was lost in utter rapture. Her husband’s cock filled me, then withdrew, then plunged back in. Every stroke was a new escalation toward what I was sure was going to be another earth-shattering climax.

It was all I could do to keep my knees under me. He fucked me harder, and I moaned loudly. I felt him penetrating me to my core. Marla gave me a final kiss and then sat back, fingering her pussy as she watched her husband drill me.

Dominic started playing with my asshole, and that dark delight added to my pleasure. He snaked a fingertip in my backdoor up to the first knuckle and wriggled it about, sending fiery tendrils of ecstasy coursing through me.

He was pounding me as Marla frigged herself in a frenzy. My climax grabbed me and would not let go. It just kept building and building, a merciless sweep of orgasmic joy. I cried out as finally Dominic grunted loudly.

His jizz jetted into me in hot spurts, and his finger sank deeper into my asshole. I shook and came and came, and Marla was right there with us.

Yeah, conventions can be a lot of fun.