by Lexi Archer
Kate moved over to a mirror out in front of the booth. I had to chuckle as I realized how strategically this particular bearded booth dude had been with that placement. He could've put a full length mirror in the changing room or even somewhere in the booth, but no. Instead it was out front where women would have to go out and do a quick twirl to see what they looked like in whatever outfit they were trying on incidentally drawing the gaze of every male eye in the vicinity. If that wasn't a good marketing strategy at a convention like this then I don't know what was.
And as Kate looked at herself in the mirror, completely oblivious to the crowd gathering around her, it was obvious the marketing strategy was working in this case at least. I saw a couple of guys turn to look at her, glancing down at her ass or up to her tits, before they moved along and disappeared in the crowd.
Not all of them were disappearing in the crowd though. I saw a couple of guys try to get out their phones and sneak a picture, but thankfully someone wearing a con security polo and lanyard moved in and stopped them. I had a feeling they'd probably been stopping people from taking surreptitious pictures out in front of this booth all day long from the way they magically appeared out of nowhere like they'd been lurking and waiting.
Kate walk back into the booth, still oblivious to all the attention she was getting, and I followed looking her up and down. I couldn't believe how incredibly fucking sexy she looked.
"So what do you think?" I asked. "Are you going to buy it?"
"It's nice," she said. "But I don't think I'm going to buy it. Too generic."
She reached out and looked at the price tag hanging over her shoulder. Her deliciously inviting shoulder that was completely exposed thanks to how this particular outfit was set up. She pulled looked at it and her eyes narrowed as she made a disgusted noise.
"It's especially not worth it at this price!"
I looked over to the booth owner to see if he was going to react to that, but he was too busy getting an eyeful to notice she'd just insulted him and said he was charging too much for the outfit. Hell, if I was him I'd feel the same way. I got to see her dressed in a lot less than this on a regular basis, and I was still transfixed by the sight of her in that bikini.
I thought about that moment in that small booth for the rest of the convention. I thought about when I saw her eyes lingering on a girl in a particularly impressive costume and I could see the wheels turning in her head. I thought about it every time I saw a girl get stopped by a group of guys to have her picture taken and in my mind it was my wife who was getting all of that attention. I was getting ridiculously turned on at the idea of my wife getting all of that attention.
It was weird, but a new obsession was born that day. An obsession with watching my wife. An obsession with my wife being watched. An obsession with seeing other guys getting turned on by her. And I knew that I had to add fuel to this fire. I had to see her in a costume getting that same sort of attention.
I thought that's as far as it would go, but I was so very wrong.
2: Scandalous Cosplay
Next up in our journey came about six months later when we were getting ready for a big local convention in the middle of summer. The last six months were a flurry of activity. Getting the right material, relearning how to sew. I helped her out where I could, but I have to admit I was completely useless when it came to most costuming stuff. Only the bug had bit Kate, and she was like a woman possessed as she put together her costume.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"You bet your ass I'm ready! Let's see it," I said.
Kate stepped out into our living room and once more I found my mouth falling open. I couldn't believe just how goddamn sexy she looked! I mean, I could believe how sexy she looked. She was my gorgeous wife after all, but there was something about the naughtiness of the costume she wore, the sheer sexiness, that made my jaw drop.
"Holy shit baby!"
Kate giggled. "I seem to get that reaction from you a lot when I'm wearing outfits like this!"
"Well it's the truth," I said. "Every eye at the convention is going to be on you!"
She frowned and looked down at her outfit. My eyes followed her gaze and I looked her up and down as well.
The costume wasn't exactly a bikini, not precisely, but it revealed as much as a bikini would. She was in a dress from Dragonfire, a fantasy book turned into a popular pay cable miniseries that was one of her favorites. I watched it occasionally because it was a fantasy show and you were guaranteed to see some tits every once in a while, but she seemed really invested in the romantic subplots.
In particular she seemed invested in Keith Trent, the hunky gentleman who played the main love interest and the titular dragon. Yeah, it had people transforming into dragons and back or some such bullshit like that. Like I said, I usually only paid attention to it for the tits or to make sure Kate was getting good and worked up watching old Keith work his half naked magic on the screen. That usually meant that after the show was over I'd be having a little fun of my own with my very worked up wife.
He was making an appearance at this show too. I figured one meeting with him would be enough to fuel a nonstop fucking session for at least the next week which was more than worth the price of admission for the convention. Hell, seeing her in this bikini was worth the price of admission, and I wondered how the great Keith Trent would react given that Kate was every bit as hot as any California model/wannabe actress they had on that show.
Kate wore a number that looked a little like the chain mail bikini she'd tried on at that last convention, but aside from being in the bikini family it was completely different. She said the impressive bits were made out of vacuum formed plastic, whatever the hell that meant. The take away I got from her explanations were that some nerds had figured out a way to make plastic look like their favorite props from various movies. In her case it meant she had something that looked like it was an honest to God plate mail bikini top and bottom, but in reality it was made out of plastic that looked like the real thing thanks to a convincing paint job.
I got the impression that usually the work on those costume pieces was a little shoddy, a little slapdash, but she'd paid top dollar to get the pieces from someone who was supposedly very good at making those costume pieces because she figured people would probably be looking a hell of a lot closer at her than they would at your normal run-of-the-mill convention costume.
Looking at her, at how fucking incredible she looked, I was inclined to agree. I couldn't get over how hot she looked. She looked just as hot as the girl starring in that silly miniseries. Maybe even hotter!
I was inclined to think she was way hotter considering she was my wife and I got to fuck her whereas the closest I was ever going to get to any of the hot starlets on that show was a little fun with On Demand and a box of tissues next to the bed when Kate wasn't around to see my shame.
"Damn," I whispered. "Every guy in that place is going to be all over you!"
Kate looked at me and there was an obvious question on her face. "I haven't said anything about it so far, but the entire time I've been building this costume you've been talking about other guys staring at me. Is there something you want to tell me?"
I felt ice settle in the pit of my stomach. I felt lightheaded. I didn't think I was being that obvious, damn it. I glanced around the room looking for an escape, but I knew there was no way I was getting out of this. I was firmly planted on the couch, a game controller in my lap with the game paused. She was between me and any escape.
This wasn't a conversation I wanted to have with my wife. I didn't want my secret fantasy coming out even if it had taken such complete control of my erotic imagination that it was almost all I could think of. And apparently it had me inadvertently confessing my secret desire through offhand comments about guys staring at her. Kate stared at me with her arms crossed under her breasts which looked so delicious in that outfit, looking at me expectantly with her head cocked in an expression meant she wasn't mo
ving until I gave her an answer.
I held my arms up in an admission of defeat. "Fine! You got me."
"I got you?"
"So the idea of guys checking out my wife in a sexy outfit is kind of a turn on," I said. "I know it's weird, but…"
I stopped. There was something about the look on her face. Something about the way she was advancing on me. She was positively slinking across the room in that outfit, the effect only slightly ruined by the quiet clacking of various plastic costume pieces hitting together as she moved through the dim lighting. I could only imagine what the whole thing would look like when she was on a well lit convention floor. I could only imagine all the eyes turning to her, praying that she'd have a wardrobe malfunction, because it sure as hell looked like the only thing holding that costume in place was double-sided tape and a prayer.
"Now that's interesting," she purred.
I swallowed. "Is it?"
She paused in front of me and I looked her up and down once more. I drank in her beauty in all its glory. God my wife was irresistible in that outfit. I found myself wishing she'd gotten into this whole costuming thing years earlier.
She sank down on her knees in front of me in a motion that was almost exactly like one of the more famous scenes from that TV show. Only it was my wife rather than the fabulously sexy Sierra Knight.
"So it turns you on thinking about guys looking at me in this outfit?"
I couldn't speak, so I licked my lips and nodded.
She leaned forward, heat radiating off of her body pressing against me. "It turns you on thinking about all those guys looking and wanting to fuck your wife?"
"You have no idea," I said.
She tapped a finger against her lip and then her face split into a wide grin. "Well, I guess that explains why you've been so excited and so supportive about this costume! I suppose I'll take it."
Kate stood, only not for long. She moved forward straddling me on the bed. I looked up at her and I licked my lips. God she was so fucking hot, and as I looked at her I was staring at her not only as a husband stares at a wife, but also with the eyes of a complete stranger looking at her for the first time.
My wife really was gorgeous, in her early thirties, and she worked out often enough that she could still easily pass for her mid-twenties. Not that it was really a thing for me, but I could understand why younger guys at that convention might stare at her and think she was around their age. The average demographic at those things tended to skew a little younger, after all.
Kate reached down and grabbed my hands, moved them up and placed them on her hips. Her skin felt so hot. Impossibly hot. I almost expected my hands to burn as I touched her, but of course they didn't. Of course that didn't mean that I wasn't on fire. I was feeling a raging fire burning through my body. I ran my hands up and down her smooth skin and enjoyed the silky feel of the material brushing against her body as well. I moved up and brushed my thumbs under the plastic cups of her top along the underside of her breasts and smiled as my thumb brushed against something sticky.
Yeah, I was definitely right about that double-sided tape.
"Careful!" she hissed. "I don't want you to screw up the costume. It takes forever to get this thing taped in place."
Kate reached down and I heard a quiet click as one of the clasps holding her bottoms in place came loose. After some shimmying back and forth she pulled up her bottoms which were designed to come apart along the sides allowing her to get in and out easily enough. Once again I reflected on how it didn't seem terribly practical for somebody who made it their business to slay dragons to go around in something as impractical as a bikini. Though now that I thought about it, it seemed like the character Kate was dressing up as did a lot more sleeping with the half man/half dragon in the TV series than actual slaying. I shrugged. I wasn't the one in charge of the costume department.
Kate's hand moved forward and she was fumbling at my belt. I looked up at her and raised an eyebrow, but her intent was obvious enough. She looked damn turned on. I'd take it. She fished out my cock and then a moment later she was bearing down on me. I felt a familiar warm wetness enveloping the head of my cock and I threw my head back. I gasped as she bore down on me. As I filled my wife's pussy.
She was down to the hilt in one thrust. I blinked. She must be really turned on. Usually it took a little bit of foreplay before we got to that point, but I'd just been able to bury myself inside her in one quick stroke. Damn!
"Looks like I'm not the only one getting turned on by this," I gasped.
Kate moaned as she moved up and then down. I loved the hypnotic way her breasts bounced as she fucked me. I could see it even through her top, and the mix of plastic surrounding cloth meant that I could also get a good view of her nipples poking through tiny cloth windows in the plastic armor surrounding them. That was just one more way she was going to be giving people on the convention floor one hell of a show, and the thought of men trying to peer close enough to see her nipples straining out like that just added to my arousal.
"To be honest I'm kind of glad you have this fantasy," she said.
"Really?"
She bit her lip as she continued moving up and down in long slow strokes. I wasn't doing any of the work, but that suited me just fine. I wanted to let her set the pace. I wanted her to have her fun.
"I have to admit that ever since that day at the convention, the day I tried on that bikini and saw all those people staring at me…"
"You saw them?"
She looked down at me like I was the biggest idiot in the world. Sure she was smiling an affectionate smile, but it was one of those wife looks. The kind of look that said her husband was an idiot even as she was looking down at me with obvious love and affection. And to be perfectly honest I did feel like a little bit of an idiot. How could she have possibly missed all those guys staring at her, after all?
"Of course I saw them! I'd have to be blind not to see them, wouldn't I?"
"Did that do anything for you?"
She bit her lip and let out a sound that was part gasp, part moan, and something that almost sounded like a sexy little purr. "God yeah! It turned me on feeling their eyes on me." And she looked down at me, locked eyes with me. "I guess I have a little bit of an exhibitionist streak. Guess it's a good thing you like watching me show off, isn't it?"
"Fuck yeah! Funny how that worked out," I grunted.
She leaned down close to me, the plastic from her top pressing against me and making a racket as she bounced on my cock. She was moving up and down faster, faster. Her breath was coming in quiet gasps and then she tensed. Her gasps turned into quiet little moans that I loved so much and I knew she was close.
"God it turns me on thinking about all those guys staring at you!"
The moans got louder. Apparently the dirty talk was doing something for her as much as it was doing something for me. Well, time to see just how much I could get her going!
"Think about all those guys staring at you, wanting you, needing you, and knowing they can't have you. Knowing you're all mine!"
"Fuck!"
Kate's pussy clamped down around me and she pushed herself back, she thrust her tits up in the air and I could see her nipples sticking out like hard points through the cloth encircled by plastic windows on her top, straining for my body. Her eyes were squeezed shut and I knew she must be having one hell of an orgasm.
It happened so rarely that we came together like that, but it was always one hell of a good time when we did. I thrust up one last time and I was pumping my seed inside her. I was so turned on, so hot, that it surprised me she wasn't being burned by my cock. Over and over I unloaded my deep inside her pussy and she stayed frozen there, shuddering, her eyes squeezed shut and then finally she let out a long moan. She collapsed against me and I wrapped my arms around her, held her against my body while staying lodged firmly inside her. I loved holding her against me while we came down from a particularly intense fucking session.
Then she sa
t up, her eyes went wide, and she started gathering up the disarrayed bits of her costume. She hopped off of me and started doing a weird little dance avoiding where her bottoms had been tossed aside on the bed.
"Is something wrong Kate?" I asked.
" I can't get any of it on my costume. I'll never get it out!"
I figured she was probably being a little hyperbolic. I'm sure there was some way to get come stains out of whatever that material was, but I pulled it away as she ran to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I followed her over and leaned against the bathroom door grinning.
She turned and fixed me with a baleful glare. "What's so funny?"
I shook my head. I didn't think she would understand, but she also wasn't going to let me go without telling her exactly what was so funny. And she'd know if I was lying. I swear sometimes it felt like women grew lie detectors in their brain as soon as they said "I do."
"I was just thinking that I definitely don't have to worry about you getting so worked up at some guy watching you that you'll decide to run off to his hotel room or something at the con," I said.
She arched an eyebrow. Oh yes, I was definitely going to pay for this one. Only I'd just gotten laid. I had that sort of reckless and cavalier devil may care attitude that was the unique purview of married men who'd just gotten laid and knew they were in no danger of having what they were truly after withheld from them. At least not immediately.
"If you're getting this worked up about ruining your costume then I know you're definitely not going to run off with another guy while you're wearing the thing!"
