Sunrise at PittCon

I could feel my face redden, but I did.

"Your husband is a lucky man," he said, "because he can look at you and have you whenever he wants. But for now, for this week, you're mine, to look at and do with what I want."

I have been married a long time, and although my husband has excellent endurance once he has cum it's cuddling time for us. Phil had grown hard again, he had things other than cuddling in mind.

"There's another part of the Pittcon Rule" he said as he got off the bed and pulled at my ankles until I was at the edge of the bed.

"And that is," he continued, "there are no rules."

What I remember most clearly after that is him standing on the floor with my legs on his shoulders and leaning on me until I was almost folded in half.

It was not making love love or even making lust it was being used, being dominated, being a toy, a fuck toy.

I loved it!

He finally collapsed beside me, at last empty of immediate physical lust.

"I didn't plan this," I said, as we lay there recovering.

"Be true to yourself, it is what you wanted," Phil said as he turned to me. "I saw it in your eyes when you were asking me about Robin last night."

I held him a little tighter, not wanting him to be able to read my face because it might have revealed my realization that he was right.

"It was what I wanted too and it's proof that under that veneer sophisticated professor, of "I am married, don't even think about sex with me',"I there's a real woman with real human needs. I will make this a Pittcon you will never forget", he said. "You are mine this week . Mine!"

I was silent.

"Did you hear me?"

He must have felt me nod my head.

"Nodding your head is not good enough."

"Yes, I am yours." It was more a whimper than a statement, but true anyhow.

Later I pushed my bra and panties into my purse realizing I was acting out some of those "being controlled by a stranger" fantasies that live in a dark corner of my mind. . There was no undoing what was being done. Many women have some kind of fantasy about being loose, free, easy. I just made a reality of my own fantasies about that.

And it was only Tuesday.

I got back to my room 80 minutes after leaving it. Only 80 minutes? All of that happened in that short a time?

It was an hour later back home so it was no surprise that at 7:30 my cell phone gave its Unchained Melody ringtone that told me my husband was calling. "Hi, Babe" he said, "how's the conference going? Were you able to have dinner with that guy you mentioned?"

I didn't lie but offered than the whole truth. I told him dinner with Phil was a lot better than having room service or dining alone in the hotel restaurant and that I missed my morning swim. "There's always tomorrow," he reminded me, and we chatted for a few minutes longer, a typical husband and wife phone conversation. I must be good at keeping my voice controlled, he never said anything about extracurricular adventures.

I hung up but of course my mind was more on what happened during the sunrise and what I had done, or permitted to be done, than on today's agenda. That truth lurking in the back of my mind came back about me living a fantasy. The mirror on the closet door reflected a woman with that glow that meant she just had sex. I pulled off my top, and watched in the mirror as I slid my sweats down over my hips, remembering how Phil took the time to look at me, how his looking both embarrassed me and made me feel sexy, attractive. I closed my eyes, remembering, and that whisper continued. I liked it, I liked what happened,

I liked him being in control.

And, It was only Tuesday.

A long shower helped remove the physical evidence, but the mental part stayed with me as I dressed in my usual business casual pant suit for the professional part of my day. My travel wardrobe had its deficiencies though. I hoped Phil would want to see me again, and I'd want to dress a little better than wearing my 'going to a meeting' clothes. Or maybe he would decide it was time to see Robin or another beautiful younger woman. I could not compete with that. Unless -- an ugly thought! -- unless the attraction was, I was cheaper, in too many senses of the word.

The in room phone rang. "Hey, I need your cell phone number!" It was Phil. "I don't want to miss the chance of having lunch and dinner with you and it would be too easy to miss you at the convention. And Tina, I have to tell you, you are a vision at sunrise, as beautiful on the outside as intelligent on the inside. My cell number is ..., and yours?"

I gave it to him.

I had wondered if Phil would want to see me again or if I was a one time fling or should it be won time? I remembered answering his demand, telling him I was his for this convention, he would lead, I would follow. He was in control.

And it was only Tuesday!

I had meetings that morning. I know I attended but don't ask me about the agenda -- how could you expect me to concentrate on academics when just this morning, before during and after sunrise, I let myself be seduced, completely seduced?

It was a Saturday morning couple of weeks after the conference,one of those Saturday mornings my husband and I call "Lusterday Mornings, reserved for elaborate love and lust making.

We were having the usual before sex pillow talk that is often part of our foreplay rituals. "You really like that guys look at your Lit profile photo,,don't you?" I confessed that it was an ego boost to know my profile, and I presume my picture, are being looked at.

"I like knowing guys look at your picture too, and I know what they would really like is see the real thing," he joked as he pulled at my pajamas:He went on to prove he knew how to use the real thing, too. When we were deep into lust making -- trust me, it wasn't love making! - he said "Or maybe," I could feel him getting harder as he made more urgent thrusts, "even better would be to let one or two do this to you... ahhhh..." and he erupted. Well, the wave broke for me too.

In the cuddling moments after the whispers continued. "No one around here has any idea how hot and slutty you like to pretend to be." We've been married a long time and it's rewarding to know I can still turn him on so much, and he me for that matter. I'm tenured at a pretty well known university and, you can be sure I am very protective of my reputation.

"You've told me before," he reminded me, "that in the right circumstances if it was safe you'd like to just let go, I know you like that idea, don't you..."

I smiled at that. "Someday," he continued, "I want you to. If the time and place is right, shed that 'don't even think about making a pass at me, I am a dedicated professional woman at the peak of my career' cloak you wear. If some guy makes a pass at you let him fuck you."

"How do you know I haven't done that already?"

"Oh, I'd know, I can read you like a book, I'd know something is different."

"Like a book, huh? Maybe one day I will put that to the test. Or maybe I already have."

"I wish you would. You're too delicious not to share."

"Maybe," I said, cuddling closer. sealing it with a kiss, remembering a Tuesday sunrise that led to an 'exposition' of a different kind.

Pittcon was in Chicago in 2013 and will be again next year. And I will be, too.