by Lexi Archer
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 sat up, her eyes went wide, and sh
e 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!"
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 exc
itement. 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 be 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.
