by Lexi Archer
She smacked me, but a smile split her face. "Yeah, that's not the reason why I wouldn't run off with some guy."
Now it was my turn to raise my eyebrow. "Oh? Why do you say that?"
"I wouldn't give you the satisfaction of running off with some. I see how turned on you're getting thinking about that you pervert!"
I shrugged and grinned. I'd just been thinking about guys looking at her up until this point, but I had to admit that now that she'd brought it up, well let's just say that was an intriguing thought. A very intriguing thought.
And she was the one who brought it up, not me. That seemed to open up a world of possibilities even if she didn't know it yet.
3: Mistaken Identity
"Do you need any help?" I shouted from my perch on the hotel bed.
"No! I absolutely don't need the kind of help you're offering!" Kate said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure!"
I suppose she did have a point considering what happened when she was testing her costume out back at the house earlier in the week. It was the sort of costume that made me want to do things. Things that had the potential to ruin the costume and send her back to the hotel room for a lengthy reapplication of double-sided tape.
"Well don't say I never take an interest in your clothes then," I said.
"I know exactly what kind of interest you're taking in my clothes!"
I crossed my arms and sat back in a huff. "You just don't want a repeat of what happened the last time you were in that thing it," I muttered under my breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing honey!"
At least she'd started getting ready early enough that we were going to make it to the convention on time. I was going absolutely nuts. I'd been going absolutely nuts since we got into the hotel last night and she hung her plastic and silk bikini up on the bathroom door where it had taunted me all night, particularly since Kate was so tired that she didn't feel frisky the night before while the anticipation was killing me. The thing hung there like a beacon promising a whole day of sexiness, a whole day for me to fuel this new obsession I'd discovered.
To say I was going just a little crazy at this point would be an understatement.
"Are you ready?"
"I've been ready!"
Kate came out and I very nearly had to pick my jaw up off of the floor. She looked absolutely incredible. I mean she'd looked incredible when I first saw her wearing that outfit when we were doing a test run back at the house, but that was nothing compared to the full effect of her whole costume. She was made up, she'd done her hair, and she looked like an almost exact ringer for the girl in that show. Actually, I thought she looked much hotter than the girl in that show, but I was also willing to admit I was biased.
"Damn baby," I breathed.
She did a twirl and she jiggled in all the right places. The whole package was damn sexy! Hell, my wife was damn sexy no matter what she wore, but she'd definitely gone above and beyond with this costume.
In fact just seeing her standing there like that was making me think we had time for a little bit of fun before we made our way down to get our badges. So I stood and advanced on her.
Only she must have seen the look in my eyes because she took a step back and held up a warning hand. Of course that warning hand she held up to ward me off was nothing compared to the glare on her face. The meaning was clear. There was definitely not going to be any fun time before we went down to the convention.
Oh well. You couldn't blame a guy for trying, right?
"No fun this morning?" I asked.
She smiled and shook her head. "No, no fun this morning." She took a step closer to me, reached out and ran a hand down my chest, I was just in an old fashioned graphic T-shirt with the Dragonfire logo and a pair of shorts, down until she was cupping my cock which was rock hard at this point.
"I want to make sure you're good and worked up from watching all those guys watching me at the end of the day. Then you can have the most mind blowing and intense fuck session of your life, but not a moment sooner."
I sighed, closed my eyes, groaned, and very nearly collapsed as her fingers ran up and down the length of my cock. She had her nails done especially for this occasion. Once again it was something that was completely in character, blood red nails to match the fashions on screen.
"You're killing me baby," I said.
She leaned up and kissed me. I opened my eyes and she was grinning at me.
"I know I am," she said. "But that's part of the fun for me!"
I sighed. It was going to be a hell of a long day.
We'd barely made it out of the hotel room when we heard somebody squealing from down the hall. I turned, wondering if we were about to be attacked by a group of teenage girls or something.
"Oh my God! I can't believe it's Sie…"
Only when my wife turned around the girl shouting stopped mid-sentence. Thankfully that also stopped the high-pitched squealing which was very close to making me go deaf.
"Oh, you're not Sierra," the girl said. "But still. That costume is fucking amazing!"
Kate smiled. "Thanks! I put a lot of work into it."
"God, I wish I could put together a costume like that!" a second girl said.
"Forget the costume. I wish I looked that good wearing something like that!" a third girl said.
Kate smiled. "It's not like it's that difficult to put together something like this if you do a little research and take some time. The rest of it is just a matter of spending enough time in the gym."
The first girl, the one with the earsplitting squeal, seemed to hesitate for a moment. "Um, do you mind if we get a picture taken with you?"
"Not at all!" Kate said.
It quickly became obvious what my role was in this little game. The girls handed their cameras over to me and I found myself trying to juggle several phones and one actual digital camera. I was surprised they actually had a real camera on them. Ten minutes later they all had their pictures and we were on our way down to the dealer hall.
"So do you think that's an indication of what we can look forward to when we get out on the floor?" I asked.
Kate turned and smiled. Reached out and gave my hand a squeeze. "I think it's going to be much worse. And remember that's exactly what you wanted."
"I know, I know," I said.
To be honest I couldn't even be irritated. No, I just felt an undercurrent of excitement. The sort of excitement a kid has the night before Christmas when they can't wait to wake up and see what sort of toys they got. I couldn't wait to get down on the convention floor to see the reaction my wife got in her costume.
4: Naughty Pictures
"Holy shit! It's her!"
I smiled to Kate as we heard the voices coming from behind us. It definitely wasn't the first time we'd heard someone say something similar, and I had a feeling it wasn't going to be the last. We'd already been at the convention for a couple of hours and we'd barely been able to get in line to get our badges.
Every thirty seconds we were stopped by another group that wanted to get their picture taken with Kate, and every time she was more than happy to get her picture taken. And I was usually more than happy to take their cameras and do the honors. I'd become the photo boy, otherwise forgotten as soon as people saw my wife's costume.
I turned and saw a group of what looked like college guys approaching us. Kate followed my gaze to the group of college gentlemen. I saw a secretive smile play across her face, then she looked at me and winked.
"Penny for your thoughts?" I asked.
"Oh nothing much," she said. "I was just thinking about how the demographic at these conventions has changed so much over the past decade."
"Demographics? We've been coming to these things since back when we were in college! Young people at these things is hardly new."
"Oh I know honey," she said. "But when we started coming to these things the college guys who'd be walking up to us right now would b
e a little more… Rotund than those guys. It's just odd seeing the hot jock type walking through a geeky convention like this."
I gave the guys a second good look. Now that I was really looking at them, now that I was really paying attention to them. I could see what she was talking about. They definitely didn't seem like the typical nerd type you'd see at one of these conventions. No, if this was a movie then they seemed more like the type who'd beat up on the nerds until the big triumphant finale when the geeks triumphed. Only these guys were carrying Magic cards, had satchels that said "bag of holding," and at least one of them was carrying an autographed picture from none other than Sierra Knight from the Dragonfire miniseries.
Of course appreciation of Sierra Knight was something that transcended age, race, sexual orientation, or social status. At least we knew they were fans. Mostly. I'm sure the fact that my wife was a hot woman wearing a barely there costume that gave her an uncanny resemblance to the seductive Ms. Knight also had a lot to do with them approaching us.
"Awesome costume!" the guy in the lead said as they got near us. And from the way he was eyeing my wife up and down, paying particular attention to her tits where they were barely contained by her plastic and silk top, he definitely was being honest when he said it was an awesome costume. Of course it seemed like it was less the costume he was concerned with and more my wife's body, but whatever. That was what I'd come here to enjoy, after all.
Already I could feel my cock growing hard in my pants as I watched this group of three young college guys looking my wife up and down. I could only imagine the thoughts running through their heads as they looked my wife up and down. Hell, I had a pretty good idea exactly what sort of thoughts were running through their heads as they looked her up and down. I'm sure they bore a striking resemblance to the sorts of thoughts that were running through my own head as I saw various pretty young things dressed in similarly skimpy outfits.
Of course they also probably resembled the secret fantasies that had been running through my head ever since Kate brought up running off with another guy. I was imagining her surrounded by these guys, their hands running all over her body as she gasped and squeezed her eyes shut and...
No, better not to go there. It was just a fantasy and it's not like it was going to happen. Looking was one thing. Doing was crossing one hell of a line.
"Mind if we get a picture with you?" a second guy dressed like a barbarian complete with broad shoulders and a muscular body asked.
Kate smiled, a broad and beaming smile as she held her arms out and gestured for them to join her on either side. "Not a problem. Not a problem at all!"
"Who's going to take the picture?" The guy with the autographed Sierra Knight picture said looking around. He was smaller and was just wearing a normal T-shirt and shorts like I was so there were no muscles or anything on display with that one.
"My husband can," she said.
The guys turned and looked at me and then all at once they chorused "dude!"
The bigger one slapped me on the back and very nearly knocked the wind out of me. "You're boinking that?"
"Yes, that's my wife," I said.
I made sure to put extra emphasis on the "wife" part. Muscles blushed and looked away, obviously catching the point. Of course even if I looked outwardly upset, even if I was striking a blow for feminism and treating women with respect outwardly, inside I was jumping with joy and my cock was throbbing at the way he'd so casually referred to my wife like that.
And from the way she was smiling that knowing smile at me she knew I'd enjoyed that. I shook my head and she winked as the guys crowded in around her, and as they crowded in around her I couldn't help but notice that my wife seemed to have eyes for muscles in particular. He was taller, and his impressive body that was shown off thanks to his barbarian costume. He even had what looked like a pretty impressive and real looking sword hanging off of his back, though I knew if I were to inspect that thing a little more closely it would probably end up being vacuum formed plastic or foam or rubber or some other material that modern special-effects magic had been able to turn into something that resembled metal. There wasn't a chance in hell the convention was going to allow somebody with a real weapon into the convention center.
Of course that wasn't the only dynamic going on. The one in the T-shirt who'd first addressed us seemed to be the ringleader of this small group, and he also only had eyes for my wife. He tried to crowd in closer but there was a brief scuffle where he jockeyed for position with muscles but of course muscles won out due to sheer size. I saw Kate's eyes go wide as he moved in behind her.
A third guy who I'd barely noticed gathered two phones and another real camera and handed them to me. He seemed to be a shrinking type, looking down and only casting quick glances with my wife. Only those quick glances burned with an impressive fire! This seemed like a guy with hidden depths, not that it mattered since he wasn't really staring at my wife all that much so I dismissed him. I was more interested in the two gentlemen vying for her attention and putting on one hell of a fun show for me in the process.
I zoomed in just a little bit with one of the phones I'd been handed. It wasn't a particularly great camera, but it had a zoom function at least. Only they were standing at an angle where even if I was zooming in on the action there wasn't actually much action to be seen since muscles was right behind her. Damn it.
I knew something was going on. Kate wouldn't have that surprised look on her face if he was being good. Images of this guy's hands running up and down my wife's body moved through my mind. They were up against a wall and the three of them crowded in around her hid anything from anyone walking past. The only way I could tell something was happening was because I was staring intently hoping for something to happen.
I licked my lips and my cock was rock hard as I imagined him maybe grabbing her by the hips and pulling her against his cock. Only that was impossible. He couldn't be grabbing her hips, because I'd be able to see that on the zoomed in screen before me.
Still, it was a fucking hot thought.
I took a couple of pictures with the first phone. I held it out and shy guy stepped forward and grabbed it out of my hands without a word. He looked down the entire time. I juggled the next phone in line out from under my arm where I was squeezing them all to hold them in place and took the next picture.
I took a moment to zoom in again and I thought I could see a subtle motion from my wife. Her eyes went wide again and suddenly the motion was not-so-subtle. It looked like the guy to her side, T-shirt dude who lost the fight with muscles to get up close and personal with my wife, was making a move of his own. His hand flashed out, moving behind her, and I saw her eyes go wide again. I hesitated for a moment, wondering what I should do. The guy had just grabbed at my wife's ass! Should I get pissed off, throw his phone down?
No, that wouldn't be a good idea. I had no idea which phone was his, for starters. I could toss them all down and piss all these guys off and get the crap kicked out of me in the process at worst or just get kicked out of the convention by security at best. Actually we'd probably all get kicked out since security took a dim view of people groping anyone in costume.
Of course that assumed the people in costume didn't want to be groped. I knew Kate got off on guys checking her out. The real question was did she get off on guys feeling her up as well? I sure as hell knew how I felt with the way I was continually readjusting myself to try and avoid the awkward situation in my pants becoming too obvious, but I didn't know how she felt and that's what was really important.
I watched Kate for her reaction. She looked over to me and cocked an eyebrow as though to confirm that I'd really seen what just happened, though I couldn't very well get true confirmation that she was cool with it without giving away to these guys that I knew what was going on. Damn it.
She smiled and shook her head ever so slightly back and forth and I breathed a sigh of relief partially because it meant I wasn't about to get into a fight but ma
inly because I was relieved that she seemed to be just as turned on by this new direction our shared fantasy was taking as I was.
Looking at it objectively I knew women in costumes getting groped by random guys was a huge problem at conventions like this. I knew what I should be doing was running and punching the guy even if muscles looked like he could do some damage and I was a little wary of the shy one as well because I'd learned it's best in life to always watch out for the quiet ones. I knew I should be striking a blow for women everywhere by striking a blow against that asshole's face.
But I wasn't going to do anything of the sort. There was that mischievous look from my wife. There was the way she was smiling. There was the blush that was obvious above her tits and running all the way to her cheeks. There was the arousal that was causing my body to tingle all over.
No, it definitely wasn't cool for women to get felt up at a convention, but in this particular instance it seemed my wife was enjoying the hell out of the attention. I knew I was enjoying the hell out of the attention she was enjoying!
And so I let it go. I wasn't going to cause a scene because what I wanted more than anything was to see where this was going. I'd expected to see muscles trying to feel her up, but I definitely hadn't expected the guy beside her to reach out and give her ass a squeeze.
"Is something wrong man?" the groper himself asked. Did he sound a little nervous? Did he wonder if I suspected? If I'd seen something?
I shook my head as Kate giggled. I was getting distracted by these guys paying so much attention to my wife. I was getting distracted by them getting so up close and personal with her. And so I wasn't taking pictures like a good boy with a camera. I quickly remedied that though.
"Sorry," I said. "Just got a little distracted there for a minute."
I pulled up the camera again and my heart nearly stopped. It seemed like in the brief window when I was pulling up the camera all of them were trying to sneak a quick feel of my wife. Muscles was definitely doing something, and the T-shirt guy and shy dude also had their hands out and seemed to be testing the waters by resting lightly against her exposed skin. As I watched in the camera T-shirt got more bold and went in for another feel, though I noticed that he didn't move his hand behind her which made me wonder what was going on back there between her and Muscles to prevent his hand from getting in there.
