by Lexi Archer
She looked up at me one more time, a quick darting glance, and then and I could swear it looked like she was blushing again. I still had trouble believing it. I was a good-looking guy, even if I had managed to marry up by pulling in Kate, but I just had a hard time believing that a young hottie like this would be that interested in an older guy like me. Even if I was only anywhere from five to ten years older depending on how off I was on guessing her age.
Not that it mattered if she was interested in an older guy like me considering I was married and everything. As far as I was concerned the fantasy arrangement for someone stepping out within the confines of our marriage went one way. That was just how the fantasy worked.
Still. As I looked her up and down it was nice to dream.
Tiffany handed her card over to my wife. It looked to be some sort of business card with a bright color scheme and a picture of her right on the front, though I couldn't see what was written on it. Kate took it and her eyes ran back and forth over the card.
"Costume Damsels?"
"We do modeling in costume," the girl said. "Some of it's PG-13, and some of it can get a little more risqué if you want it to. Only if you want it to though. I saw your costume, saw how beautiful you were, and I had to at least give you a card!"
Kate looked at me and smiled. I felt my cock throbbing. First everything that happened in that Live Dungeon and now this? I was ridiculously excited for a couple of reasons. The first was the idea of my wife modeling for some organization like that was fucking hot. The idea of a bunch of men looking at pictures of her and getting off was so fucking sexy.
The second reason was that girl mentioned some of the stuff was more than PG-13. I found myself making a mental note of that organization's name. I'd have to go and check it out later when I was in front of the privacy of my own computer. I just hoped this girl in particular had done some of that "beyond PG-13" stuff she was talking about.
"I'm flattered," Kate said. "I don't know if this sort of thing is really up my alley though…"
Tiffany reached out and put a hand on Kate's. She blushed again. Her skin was fair enough that it was fairly obvious every time she turned red. Especially considering how little she was wearing in that costume.
"Just consider stopping by our booth," she said. "Even if you're not interested in modeling, I'd love to talk over some costuming pointers with you!"
Kate smiled at the girl and then shot me a look that was unreadable. She took the card and pulled her own top out, giving me a good view of my wife's tits that I never got tired of no matter how many times I saw them. Only my eyes immediately went to Tiffany's face. I was far more interested in seeing how she'd react to my wife's tits suddenly being put on display than I was in looking at my wife's tits on this particular occasion.
Sure enough the girl's eyes bugged out and she actually licked her lips. I also looked over to Kate and saw a small thin smile play across her face. She'd done that on purpose, of that there was no doubt in my mind. This was getting more and more interesting, and it was just adding a whole new layer of fantasy that was providing fuel for a fire that was already burning out of control.
"I'll think about that," Kate said. "But if you'll excuse me. My husband and I need to be getting back to our room and…"
"Of course!" Tiffany said with a grin. "I really hope to see you later." She looked at me and back to Kate. "Both of you!"
I took in a deep breath and let out a long shuddering sigh as she walked away. I couldn't help myself. It was just so nice watching her walk away. Almost as fun as watching my wife walk away in her costume.
"Enjoying the show honey?" Kate asked.
I shook myself and then looked at my wife with a sheepish grin. She smacked me on the shoulder, a playful smack.
"Don't worry!" she said. "It's not like I have any room to talk considering everything you let me get away with today!"
I grinned. Even if I didn't expect any sort of reciprocation for my fantasy it was nice to know that my wife was nice enough to give me that consideration.
"I think we need to get back to our room," I said.
Kate glanced down to my cock which was straining in my pants from a mixture of everything that had happened.
"I think you're right," she said. And so she turned and I was treated to the wonderful view of her ass as we left the convention center.
10: After-Action Action
I figured I had remarkable restraint once we got back to the hotel room. Especially considering how turned on I was. Especially considering that it felt like I didn't even need to unzip or unbutton my shorts to get them lose. No, all I needed to do was flex the muscles in my pelvis, get my cock to twitch, and it would send zipper and buttons flying everywhere.
Only I did nothing of the sort. I waited until Kate had gone into the bathroom and started the shower. I waited until she was out of her costume.
Unlike those college guys who'd been eager to the point of risking destroying her costume, I was going to be a gentleman. I wasn't going to risk breaking the merchandise, you can bet! The last thing I wanted was to ruin the sexy times by pissing her off.
I just hoped that none of the emissions from those gentlemen had actually managed to get onto her costume and stain it. Otherwise that might be the end of our fun no matter how much she seemed to want to go after Keith Trent.
She disappeared into the bathroom and then returned a moment later completely naked. I eyed her up and down, the vision of her completely naked, covered in other men's come , one guy pumping his load inside her pussy flashed through my head.. A load that was probably still in there despite her best efforts to clean out.
I kicked myself for that one. The next time we pulled something like this I was definitely going to have to make sure she had some sort of protection in place. We were potentially playing with fire here in more ways than one, and a potential infection was one of those ways.
Luckily she was on birth control, so it's not like we had to worry about the world's oldest sexually-transmitted infection at least.
She walked towards the bed and I followed. She seemed oblivious to me following behind her. I stared at the way her ass swayed, and I imagined those guys staring at her ass. I imagined Keith Trent staring at her ass.
I wondered if she actually could pull it off. I figured if anyone was going to be able to pull something as audacious as that off it would be my wife. Still, acting like a groupie at a convention for some hot star who probably had thousands of women coming by his booth asking for autographs and insinuating that they'd gladly be his groupie? It seemed like a tall order just because of the numbers game, even if my wife was hotter than most of the women you saw at these conventions!
She leaned over and looked in her suitcase which gave me a nice view of her ass. Still I waited. I could bend down and take her right there, but I wanted to wait. I wanted to make sure this was perfect. More than anything, I wanted to give her one hell of a surprise.
And I did. I was gratified with a yelp as she finally turned around and realized I was standing right behind her. She looked up at me, saw the look in my eyes, and smiled.
"Not now baby," she said. "You know I have to get cleaned up…"
Whatever it was she was about to say, I never gave her a chance to finish that particular thought. No, with a growl I bent down, lifted her, and in one smooth move I threw her down on the bed. She giggled as I climbed over her and then that giggle turned to a gasp as I finally pressed my cock against her pussy.
"Baby! I have to clean…"
"No," I said, pushing her down as she tried to get up. I thought back to how commanding Tim had been and how much she'd enjoyed it. I grinned and she returned the smile. Her breathing was starting to pick up and it was obvious she was still just as turned on as I was feeling. Although it was impossible to think she could possibly be as turned on as I was feeling!
"I need you now," I said. "I need you before you clean up!"
"Oh my," she said. "Is this a
nother part of your naughty fantasy? Taking your wife while she's covered in other men's juices?"
I lost consciousness for a minute. Or at least it seemed like I lost consciousness. Whatever it was, those words drove me absolutely wild. When I came back to reality I was staring down at her and my shirt was off, thrown to the side.
Yeah, so maybe I was just a little turned on at the idea of fucking my wife while she was covered in other men's come! While her pussy was already filled.
Sure she'd cleaned off, but it was the principle of the thing. She sighed as I leaned down and kissed her, and once again I was greeted with that mixture of her and that strange and salty taste. Another man's load blown in her mouth. Our tongues swirled together and then her hands were working at my bottoms. She unsnapped, unzipped, and then I was up on my knees on the bed doing a frantic dance trying to get out of my shorts as quickly as possible. Kate giggled at the little dance, but she reached out and helped me get them off as I fell back on the bed.
She let out an appreciative purr as my cock sprang into sight. Apparently she wanted to make sure I was completely naked because she'd pulled down my boxers right along with my shorts. And then I was crawling over her once more, enjoying the feel of my naked body pressing against hers.
I moved up until my cock was pressing against her pussy, and the vision of another man's cock pressing against her filled my mind. It sent me into sexual overdrive. I thought of him pressing his cock inside her, inch after inch disappearing into her gorgeous body. And then I was pressing forward.
Kate gasped and her eyes went wide as I filled her. As my cock started slipping inside her with absolutely no resistance whatsoever. She was that fucking turned on, and at the same time I very nearly came with only half of my cock inside her as I realized that another big part of the reason why she was so well lubricated was that Tim had blown a load inside her.
I was fucking a mixture of my wife's arousal and that guy coming inside her. And it drove me wild.
I particularly wanted to enjoy this experience because I had a feeling this was going to be the only time I experienced it. We were definitely going to have to use protection moving forward, and so I was going to enjoy the fuck out of this moment, and pray that he was clean. Though something told me that guy probably got laid so seldom that it wasn't much of a worry.
I buried myself to the hilt inside her and squeezed my eyes shut. I concentrated on the feelings washing over my body. In particular I concentrated on not coming. I was already so worked up from everything that had happened so far that I needed to be good and sure I wasn't going to blow my load too quickly. And it was a very real danger considering everything I'd seen, everything that had happened today.
I was on a hair trigger, and it was taking every bit of my concentration not to pull that trigger.
"Are you okay honey?" she asked.
I opened my eyes and stared down at her. Let out a gasping breath.
"I'm okay," I said. "I'm just on the edge. I'm so…"
"Turned on?" she asked.
"I guess you could say that!" I said.
And so I held myself inside her for a moment longer. My cock was twitching, it was so close, but somehow I managed to stave off the moment of inevitability. Somehow I managed to prevent myself from going over the edge. Though I still had a feeling that I was going to be coming very quickly once we got down to the real fun.
"Are you really that close?"
"It kind of trying to concentrate here baby," I grunted.
"Oh my! You really are close aren't you?"
She was staring up at me, her eyes moving back and forth as she looked into my own. And then she got a wicked little smile on her face. The same wicked little smile that seemed to be coming to her face quite a bit lately what with all the naughty things she'd been getting up to. I knew it didn't bode well for me even as I was excited to see what she had worked up.
"Are you imagining it's another guy's cock buried inside me? You liked watching that guy fucking me, didn't you?"
"Oh God baby…"
"I saw you stroking your cock while your wife was fucking another man," she whispered. "His cock felt so good. Are you wondering if his cock was better than yours? If he was a better lover?"
Holy shit. Where was this coming from? It was as though my normally slightly conservative wife with a wild streak had been replaced by a forbidden temptress where the wild streak was running twenty-four seven. And I wasn't complaining. This was incredible, except for the little problem where I was having such a hard time trying to keep it under control.
"I'm not going to…"
"It was so good," she said. "Not as good as you, but I bet Keith Trent is going to be better!"
Damn it. There it was. I let out a final groan and a tiny whimper and then I felt myself exploding inside her. My semen was mixing with another man's inside my wife. I wasn't even fucking her, I wasn't even stroking inside her, and still it was enough for me to have the single most intense explosion of my life.
This time I really did lose consciousness. The pleasure washing over me was too much.. One moment I was seeing those guys plowing into my wife on all sides, filling her and covering her with their come. The next moment I was staring down at her. Then I would see stars dancing in front of my vision and everything would go dark for just a moment before I came back to that impossible pleasure again.
What she'd done, what I was encouraging her to do, what she was planning on doing, it was all so crazy. And it was combining to drive me insane. I couldn't believe this was my wife. I couldn't believe I'd actually shared her with other men. I couldn't believe I was actually here with my cock buried inside her blowing load after load without even stroking once and thinking about sharing her with another man.
"Fuck!" I managed to yell out.
I don't know what happened next. All I do know is that I came to from one of those little blackouts a moment later and I was lying beside Kate on the bed. She had my hand in her own and she was smiling at me.
"What happened?" I asked.
"I'm just guessing here," she said. "But it feels like you just had one hell of an intense orgasm!"
I frowned. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry? Why on earth would you be sorry?"
"I didn't… You didn't… I mean… It wasn't very good…"
Kate giggled and leaned forward to kiss me. "That was just fine for me baby. Seeing you blow your load like that without even pumping once, knowing you were that turned on, was more than enough for me. Besides, I think we both know I had more than enough fun earlier today in that live dungeon.
"I suppose that's right," I said.
"Now if the fun is done for now," she said. "I really should be taking a shower. I am still covered in other men's come, after all.
That was probably the worst thing she could've said. Already she was standing to move to the bathroom, and already I was standing to follow her, my cock stirring and getting so fucking hard. I would've been fine just laying on the bed basking in the afterglow of that intense feeling if she hadn't mentioned the little fact that she was covered in other men's semen.
Now that she'd mentioned that I found myself in serious need of round two. She looked over her shoulder and realized I was following, then shrieked and made a run for the door. Luckily I was able to get there before she could close and lock it, and so I followed her into the shower.
Even if we weren't going to have round two, which probably wasn't likely considering she was still planning on more fun with Keith Trent before the day was over, at the very least I could enjoy helping my wife clean up.
11: Devious Plans
It turned out that I was absolutely right about not getting up to any festivities while we were in the shower. Instead it was a more subdued affair. We just enjoyed one another's company. Enjoyed feeling each other's bodies. I enjoyed the fuck out of running my hands up and down my wife's body, soaking her down and cleaning her off.
There was something about the quiet c
alming act of standing under the shower, a very nice hotel shower that was one of those deals with massaging showerheads all around, that was a nice way to relax after all the craziness we'd endured the rest of the day.
To be perfectly honest I wasn't sure I wanted to rush off and have this forbidden tryst, or at least this attempt at a forbidden tryst, with Keith Trent. It was kind of nice just having the two of us alone together for a little while decompressing after all of the craziness.
Of course I'd go along with whatever Kate wanted to do. That went without saying. Even if that did mean trying to seduce Keith Trent. Even if I did think it was crazy to try.
"So do you want to hear my plan?" she asked.
I shrugged. "Now's as good a time as any."
Really it was the best time. This place was relaxing. Those showerheads were really nice. And there was no better place than wherever my wife and her hot naked body pressing against mine were. If she wanted to tell me her plan like this then that was just fine with me!
"Well you know all the gossip of course," she said.
"Actually I don't," I said.
Kate looked up at me and shook her head, a sad look on her face.
"I forget that you don't keep up on all that stuff," she said.
"Okay, so what celebrity gossip is going to help you get into Keith Trent's pants?"
"Well it's like this," Kate said. "It turns out that our boy Keith has a little thing for the great and hot Sierra Knight."
I shrugged. "What man wouldn't have a thing for her? She's the hottest thing on TV right now."
Kate playfully slapped my chest.
"Hey babe!" I said, holding up a hand defensively. "I said she was the hottest thing on TV right now. You'll note that you're not on TV right now, so you naturally can't be included in that comparison."
She looked up at me with a sardonic smile and then wrapped her arms around me. A motion which had the added effect of pulling her tight flat stomach against my body. That in turn had the effect of causing my cock to twitch and grow.
