Exploring the Expo

This story could go into erotic couples or group but I settled here.

Life with Sam, my girlfriend is pretty damn good. We moved in together almost a year ago and it’s all been good. Not to say we’ve never had a cross word. I mean if you find two people who agree on everything one of them isn’t needed. But the cross words had been dealt with and were mostly resolved quickly, and yes, I remember to put the toilet seat back down these days.

I couldn’t say if Sam is the perfect woman or just perfect for me. She’s five feet four, a perfect ten dress size. Although sometimes wearing an eight or twelve depending on the store. She has these amazing b cup breasts that when she takes a bra off nothing happens, perfectly perky, not a hint of droop. She’s brunet, keeps her hair long enough that she can go through various styles of ponytails or braids or just letting it go loose.

She’s probably smarter than me but is smart enough not to rub my face in it. Whenever we talk about the latest new story, or current affairs she always has an incite or a way of looking at things that makes me think things through again and she doesn’t get pissed if I still disagree. Perfect.

We have an agreement that we will have Sex at least once a week, we don’t want to become one of those couples that seem to be more like roommates than lovers. Although we’ve never had to call each other out on it. Five days was the longest we’ve gone without. Five days was also our longest streak of Sex every day. But we frequently have an evening where we start cuddling on the sofa, then one or the other will get a little handsy, then after a bit of make out time we’ll take it to the bedroom. That if I’m being honest is the place where maybe Sam isn’t a perfect ten, where I’d like things a little different.

Sam is a little prudish, not a huge one after it’s not like we’re waiting for marriage and she isn’t carrying any religious baggage but Sex happens in the bedroom, it’s going to be missionary or cow girl. I might get sucked but only as part of foreplay, just to get me hard before the main event. Sometimes the main event will be a Sunday afternoon where we spend an afternoon making long languid Love. Other times it can be at the end of a long day midweek where it is a bit of a quicky.

Am I complaining? Not really, so I only get good Sex not great Sex. From what I’m hearing I’m still getting a decent quantity.

Oh yeah, I’m Liam, six feet tall, hair that is either light brown or blond depending on the season. I run for fitness, I can do a 10k in a touch under 40 minutes and a marathon under three hours. So I’m skinny, no surplus fat but no surplus muscle either, ripped I am not. In case you are interested from what I read my dick is a touch above average but then so is my height. Honestly I watched too much Porn when I was starting to develop so I still feel under sized compared to those ten inch things Porn stars have. Still when I think about Sam I’m definitely punching above my weight. I should really get around to asking her to marry me before she works out how much better she is than me. Still something is holding me back.

Sam slammed the front door behind, putting a good bit of force into it, not holding back, she kicked off her heels and dropped her bag.

“Got any races planned this weekend?”

“I put them on the calendar sweetie, I’ve got a half in three weeks but nothing before that. This weekend is Free.”

“Damnit!” This from Sam was heavy swearing she was always a girl who was careful with her language.

“What’s the problem?”

“You know the current event we are working on?”

“Well I know you’re busy but you haven’t told me much about it.”

Sam paused, swallowed and suddenly found her hands fascinating. “Could I have a glass of wine?”

“Before dinner, if you want.” Last time Sam drank before eating she got drunk quickly and had spent the following day hungover.

“Yeah okay, maybe a small glass of Chardonnay then. “

Once she had her glass she has something to fidget with. I waited I knew eventually she would speak. “It’s a Sex expo, a sexpo if you want. The exhibition space is going to be a huge Adult store. There will be Porn stars there doing signings. Lap dancers and stripper’s on the main stage.”

“So basically the same format as the comic con but for Porn?”

Sam gave me a withering look. “Yes, the thing is Carol, my boss has pulled some strings to get us both tickets. I was hoping you were off running so I had an excuse to back out.”

Sam hated Porn. That position came up early in our relationship, having to go to a Porn expo would be torture for her but part of me was curious.

“So we go, we do the Friday night. If it’s like most conventions they won’t be much going on then, everyone will still be in set up mode. We go, you’re seen then we make an early exit. I mean I doubt we’ll see anything that will scar us for life. It’s not like we’re innocent virgins.” I got a slight blush from her over that.

“You won’t think less of me for dragging you into this or helping to organise it?”

“This is a work obligation. Besides as a dumb male I’m not so horrified by Porn as you are.”

“Don’t tell me you watch it.” There was a whole world of warning to Sam’s tone.

“Not recently but there was a time when I’d never seen boobs in real life and Porn existed. I’ve not always been the witty and urbane guy you see before you.” Sam laughed at that, easing the tension in the room.

“I was a teenager with a computer and an inferiority complex after seeing the size of some of those guys.”

Sam let that comment lie and the rest of the evening passed quietly with no more mention of Porn or sexpo’s.

Sam had the Friday off. She was mostly in the early organisation of the event, getting the licences, hiring the space, sometimes booking guests, working through contracts for them. So on the actual day she could unwind. although she had to be on call in case something major blew up. She told me she had told Carol we planned on going to the expo and somehow that was counted as work hours. But the last few days before any expo is always busy. I can do flexitime at my job so I was working extra hours in order to have a shortened Friday. Not because I was particularly excited to attend what Sam called an over sized Adult store but because I knew how anxious she would be on the Friday with being forced, as she saw it, to attend.

When I got back to our house on Friday lunch time the place was spotless, Sam had been nervous cleaning all morning. She practically flew into my arms when I got home just holding onto me. “I’m sorry bout this, sorry.”

“It’s ok, we’ll be fine.” I muttered this and other reassuring phrases. Until her death grip loosened.

She was clingy and stayed close to me until it was time to leave. She’d dressed in her usual work clothes Black slacks that hugged her rear and a long sleeve t-shirt that showed curves but wasn’t so tight that you could tell if she was feeling the cold. I’d stayed in my work trousers, baggy and featureless but dumped by tie when I’d come in and changed my plain blue shirt for a slightly more jazzy number that was black with coloured stripes.

Sam was silent for the drive, content to listen to the radio, once I’d parked she attached herself to my arm. Registration was quick. Turned out we had platinum passes for the whole weekend. Carol must have pulled some strings I guessed.

“Come on Sam, relax how bad can it be.” I gently encouraged her. We turned the next corner and found out.

Sam came to a complete stop, her heels dug in and her hold on my arm tightened.

“Oh my fucking god.” Said the girl who thought ‘damnit’ was harsh language.

I looked at her, her eyes were wide as saucers, she stared straight-ahead barely blinking. I turned to watch too. In front of us were a couple fucking. The man was sitting back on a sofa, a woman sitting over him, reverse cowgirl, slowly rising and falling, his cock filling her to his root then she would rise again until barely the tip was in her before she slowly lowered

herself. It was one hell of a show.

They were clearly Porn stars although I couldn’t name them. The woman was in her twenties, blond but completely hairless below her eyebrows. Her breasts about a d cup looked huge as she was barely five foot tall. The breasts were obviously the work of a doctor and not nature. She had a complete tan, no white spots on her. The guy has a gym body, six pack abs and perfect pecs. He probably wasn’t a lot taller than Sam’s five, four. But both of the performers’ stature added to the impression that his cock was huge, although probably only eight inches. Which was still bigger than me.

I glance at Sam, surprised she hasn’t either turned on her heel or dragged me elsewhere. What she was doing was squirmed, just a bit, trying to rub her thighs together without anyone seeing her do so. Clearly, or clearly to me who knew her, she was turned on. I mean who was I to judge? I had to rearrange my erect cock to a comfortable position.

The couple on the sofa changed position. The woman on her elbows and knees. Even hanging down her breasts barely jiggle. The man is eating her out., putting on a show, using lots of tongue, sometimes spitting on her arsehole, occasionally trying to force his tongue up there. The woman shifts around and now they are sixty nineing. A couple of minutes of that and they are back to fucking. This time they are in the doggy position. The wet sounds of him moving in and out of her are punctuated by the slaps of their bodies coming together.

At some signal she pulls herself off him, spins round and kneels before him. He furiously jacks himself off, leaving four trails of cum across her face.

I look across at Sam, she is still squirming and is licking her lips. She is definitely turned on.

“Come on.” she says. “I can’t believe you made me watch that.”

We enter the first of the exhibition halls.

“What.” I start to say.

“The fuck.” For someone whom I’ve never heard swear in our eighteen months together, eleven in the same house Sam has a talent for it.

It’s not so much the stalls selling, well the one in front of us is selling every type of vibrator, dildo or phallus you can imagine. Although on closer inspection some of the tentacles and dragon dicks will warrant more exclamations. Nor is it the Porn stars and OF men and women round the edges selling autographs and selfies. The majority of whom are dressed mostly normally.

No, it is the other attendees that draw the attention. Some in fetishwear. Mistress’s with slaves on leads. Men in just underwear like thongs or pouches. Others are like Sam and myself dressed normally.

We move carefully through the crowd trying not to jostle naked flesh. The next hall is quieter. The stalls here are mostly selling DVDs. I still don’t recognize any of the people selling autographs.

I watch a couple sitting at separate tables chatting while the crowd is thin. She is a blond waif, he is tall, good looking and muscular, both are covered in tattoos.

A man approached the woman, Jewel Promise, her name was on a banner behind her. He paid her and I expected her to sign a photo or something. What happened was she pushed back her chair, pulled up her dress exposing her plain white knickers and started to finger herself. Sliding her fingers over the material and trying to insert a finger. After a minute of this she stood and pulled her dress to just under her armpits showing off her little breasts.

She then without a care in the world she pulled off her knickers and handed them to the man. She then turned and put on a fresh pair from a pile behind her.

I turned to see Sam watching me, watching Jewel with thankfully an amused expression.

“I see you’ve noticed Jewel. Come on, I want to go see her. I need to say hello.”

“You what? How do you know her?”

“Who helped set this place up? I booked her but the only way to contact her was through her fans site. With most of the guests it was just business contacts. Not with Jewel. She is a huge flirt and has a way of pulling information out of people. Can you see her banner? Come on.”

As I got closer I could see her banner description. While most of the women from the fans site had signs saying percentage of fans Jewel’s read professional cum slut.

Sam glanced over at me. “She’s completely incorrigible, and is likely to flirt with both of us. You are not allowed to fuck her. Ok, but you can flirt back.”

“What are you talking about?”

“There is something so completely honest about her it’s almost hypnotic. I came this close to sending her a naked selfie. I’ve never even sent you one of those.”

I paused and let Sam take the lead. There was something going on in her head that I couldn’t work out. I’d just been warned that I couldn’t fuck this Porn star but my mind quickly jumped to all those things that still allowed. I was almost certain Sam hadn’t meant that but then I was almost certain she wouldn’t have spent fifteen minutes watching a live Sex show, or tell me she’d been sending flirty messages to a Porn star or even use the word fuck which she was now dropping in every other sentence.

I was almost certain that she wouldn’t put an extra sway to her hips when going to meet said Porn star but that is what she did.

I’d also have been prepared to bet at least one month’s mortgage payment that when that Porn star jumped up and gave my girlfriend a hug then Sam would in some way object as Jewel moved her hands down Sam’s back and groped her arse. Sam only pulled back when Jewel moved in for a kiss.

Sam quickly introduced me to her and suddenly I found myself hugging her too. Whereas with Sam Jewel had both hands on her back, with me her right hand had found its way between us and immediately had slipped down so she was grasping my dick through my pants.

I had an immediate panic, could Sam see? What would she do?

Jewel solved the issue of whether or not Sam could see by taking a step back but her hand stayed in position.

“You weren’t joking. He does have a nice package. Are you sure you’re not up for a foursome? You know Jase wants to fuck you.”

Jason, the man sitting at the next table stood and joined us.

“Don’t mind Jewel, she has never learnt to filter her thoughts.” He stuck out his hand and we shook. Giving me the opportunity to disengage from Jewel’s hand. When he took Sam’s hand he brought it to his lips and kissed the back of it. An old fashioned gesture.

“She’s not wrong though.”

Sam blushed and took a step away. Jase stepped back to me.

“Joking aside, nothing happens without both of your consent. This is our lifestyle but I know this is a bit of a baptism of fire for you. You don’t look to pissed off about me saying I want to fuck your girlfriend.”

I had to think about this. I wasn’t really.

“Honestly, someone like you, who has Jewel, it’s sort of flattering, do you know what I mean?”

Jase laughed, “I’m entirely the wrong person to ask.”

Before he could expand, a woman stood in front of his table, she was a plumb looking thirty year old, looking exactly the wrong sort of person to be at this event. She looked over Jase’s price list.

“Does face painting mean what I think it means?” She asked.

“Depends on what you think it means.”

The woman blushed. “What you do to Jewel a lot on your site.”

“Then yes” Jase had an easy way with him. That seemed to put her at ease. I’d guessed from the photos Jewel was selling they were both talking about facials.

The woman rummaged in her bag and counted out some notes. “I’d like a face painting then.”

“What’s your name, dear?”

“Gwen.”

“Alright Gwen, well you’re going to help me out a little. Tell me a naughty story or secret fantasy.”

Gwen had a momentary pause and a look of panic then she started to talk. “I’m a school teacher and a new rule has come out. Because we have left the EU we can go back to spanked kids. Someone asks at a staff meeting what is allowed?

The headmaster calls me out, bends me over and gives me a little tap on my bum.

That should be all that is required. He says to the staff.

You most certainly do not do it on a bare bottom.

He pulls down my skirt and knickers when he says this, exposing me to the staff room.”

Jase has his hand down his sweatpants as Gwen talks, furiously playing with himself. I’m watching matronly Gwen who probably is a school teacher. She is flushed as she talks.

“The headmaster then slaps my bum hard.

He then says you shouldn’t leave hand prints. Every time he says you shouldn’t do something he does it.

You should not leave their arse cherry red.

There should be no sexual contact. He starts to finger me.”

Jase has stood now and pushed down his sweatpants. I look away having no interest in watching him wank. Gwen sinks to her knees in front of him and continues her story. I notice Sam is next to me, she is not hiding the fact she does want to watch Jase wank.”

“The headmaster is still talking. If I find you have fucked any of your students I will call the police. He then starts to fuck me, bent over a chair in front of my colleagues.”

With a grunt Jase let’s lose six ropes of cum all over Gwen’s face. She is covered. Jase sits back down, before Gwen can move Jewel is there.

“Gwen sweety, don’t move, Whatever you do don’t open your eyes. For fucks sake Jase will you learn to aim. That shit burns if it goes in someone’s eye.”

With a combination of wet wipes, cotton wool and make up cleansers Jewel cleans up Gwen’s eyes. Leaving the rest of her face covered.

“Okay sweetie, you can open them now.”

Gwen opens her eyes and is helped to her feet.

Just as she is about to leave Jewel collects some cum from her cheek.

“Enjoy your cumwalk.”

As Gwen disappears off into the crowd Jewel holds up the fingers with Jase’s cum in front of Sam. “Want to suck them.”

Sam’s hesitation tells me everything about what she wants to do but she eventually steps back.

“Um no thanks Jewel, we’d best be going. Your queue is starting to build. “

Sam griped my arm and led me away. “You want to fuck her don’t you?.” She says to me but without any hint of jealousy in her tone.

I hesitate before answering.

“Your lack of immediate denial tells me everything I want to know. If it makes you feel better I almost licked her fingers, I almost agreed to the foursome. Hell I want to fuck her and I’ve never had a bi stirring before in my life. But yeah I want to fuck Jase. So do you want to fuck her?”

“Yeah, but it’s strange she really isn’t my type. I also want to see you get fucked by Jase. I’d Love to see you naked on your knees getting a facial off him.” It’s all true, I’m so turned on I can barely walk.

Sam pauses and gives me a long look. “Whatever you do, don’t let me see her again. I’ll not be able to say no again knowing that.”

We drifted round the stalls for a while. Our mutual confessions had broken some tension in us. We were asked on a couple of occasions if we swung, we politely declined. We wandered through clothing stalls. The leather and pvc fetishwear we ignored. Sam was a little huffy over the costumes. Every profession and superhero was there, provided you were fine with it being the slutty version.

When she got to the underwear she shooed me off. Obviously intent on buying something and also wanting to surprise me.

I wandered away looking through some costumes then found the more sensible male underwear. Before I knew it a sales assistant was there. All the assistants in this section were wearing the store’s underwear and nothing else.

“Can I help you sir? A gentleman like yourself will probably be wanted our range of expansion pouch boxers.” While saying this she reached down and started to rub my dick through my clothes.