The conference_(0)

It had been about six months since my night at the Breakers and while Mike and I had been to a few lifestyle parties since that night, there hadn’t been a chance to explore the hotwifing side of things. That was about to change as I was heading out of town for a four-day conference in Salt Lake City. I consider myself the adventurous type, so I turned down the offer to share a room in a downtown hotel that a co-worker offered. I instead opted to look for my accommodations on AirBNB with the hope of finding a place that would give me more of a local feel for the city.

After many hours of investigating, I settled on a room in a small, but well maintained Victorian home just outside the center of the city. It was in a trendy neighborhood and the house had lots of great reviews. The owner was listed as a single guy, but there were quite a few five star reviews from woman who had stayed there, so I figured it was safe. When I told Mike about it, he didn’t seem to think anything of the fact that I would be sharing a house with a strange man for three nights, barely acknowledging the unusual arrangements I had made.

Mike and I had been going through a really great time since the night of at the Breakers and had been having lots of incredible sex together, so my sex drive had been in high gear for quite a while and I was getting used to getting laid at least three or four times a week. Even that hadn’t been enough for me and I was rubbing one out almost everyday, even on days that we had sex. I was especially enjoying masturbating when Mike came inside me and I could use his cum as lube. My thoughts were always of that night and usually of Bobby and his perfect cock.

The flight was long with a connection in Dallas, so when I finally arrived at my temporary home, I was completely exhausted and in desperate need of a hot shower. Jeff, the owner of the house and my host for the next few days greeted me with a big smile and firm handshake.

“Hi, you must be Allie. I’m Jeff, welcome to mi casa.”

Jeff looked to be in his late twenties, he was tall; over six feet with a strong muscular build.

“That’s me,” I replied.

“Your room is at the top of stairs and to the left, but let me take your bag up for you and I’ll show you around a bit.”

As I followed him up the steps, I couldn’t help notice his firm ass flexing under the weight of my bag.

“The bathroom is to the right of the stairs and there’s another bedroom next to that. I rent that one our as well. It’s vacant tonight but I do have a guy coming in for the weekend.”

I started getting a little nervous about being in the house with two strange men now. He must have picked up on the look on my face.

“Don’t worry, he’s a friend of mine, a really good guy. He comes in from San Fran about once a month to go rock climbing in the desert. Oh, and by the way, I’m a cop, so I can guarantee you’ll be safe during your stay here,” he said with a sexy little smile.

“OK, I guess,” I said. “Thanks for carrying my back. I’m really beat and what I really need is a hot shower and a warm bed. Are there fresh towels in the bath?”

“Yep, a fresh set is waiting for you on the vanity. Your stay also includes a complimentary glass of wine upon your arrival. Do you prefer red or white?”

“Red, that will be wonderful after my shower.”

“You got it,” said Jeff as he disappeared down the stairs.

Not only was there a full towel set waiting for me, but there was also a freshly pressed rob, a nice touch I thought for a BNB.

The shower felt wonderful on my aching back and shoulders. Five hours in economy seats can make you feel like a twisted pretzel. After my very long shower, I dried off in the bath and slipped on a thong and wrapped the robe around tightly, not knowing for sure what was on the other side of the bathroom door.

I felt silly as I opened it and found no one there as my imagination had predicted. I walked down the hall and into my room to find the glass of red wine on the nightstand and the bed turned down with a mint on the pillow. Jeff was definitely worthy of the great reviews that he received.

I lay back on the bed and enjoyed the warming sensation as the red wine worked it’s magic. Mediation music played from a small speaker on the dresser, yet another nice touch from my host. I was feeling very secure and relaxed as I slipped under the covers and quickly fell asleep.

I woke at 6:30 the next morning with my robe lying on the floor next to the bed. I must have taken it off during the night, but had no recollection of doing so. I had never stayed in a BNB, if that’s what you called this new house sharing arrangement, and wasn’t quite sure how things worked. I could faintly hear sounds coming from downstairs so I decided to head down to see how the second half of the BNB equation, breakfast, was coming along. I put my robe back on and headed to the kitchen.

I found Jeff in the kitchen, quickly setting out a small continental breakfast, but I wasn’t quite prepared for what he was wearing.

He was dress in a police uniform, but he looked more like he was ready to go to war. He was wearing black camlafloge pants and with black army style boots, a tight short-sleeved shirt that showed his nice bicep muscles with a black vest over top, and a large gun strapped to his hip.

“Good morning,” he said as I walked into the kitchen. “Hope the uniform didn’t scare you, I have SWAT drills today.”

“Not quite what I was expecting this early in the morning, but I’m good,” I replied.

As far as I can remember, I’ve never had a thing for men in uniform, but I hadn’t ever given it too much thought either.