Kate's Naughty Costume: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  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 calming 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 attemp
t 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.

  It was just a full cascading series of events that was leading to one massive hard on smashed between our bodies, a hard on that made me desperately want to flip Kate around and bury my cock inside her.

  I played nice though. I refrained from doing anything of the sort. I wanted to hear the rest of her plan before we got up to any more festivities. Besides, I figured after all the "fun" she'd had today she might appreciate a breather anyways.

  "Anyways," Kate said. "Back to the gossip. It turns out he's getting steamy with her on screen, but he'd like nothing more than to get steamy with her off screen. Only she's not interested if you believe what you read in the gossip blogs."

  "You know what I think about believing what you read in those gossip blogs," I said.

  Another smack on the chest, this one a little harder. "Hush. I'm talking here."

  "And I'm listening," I said.

  "I figure if Keith wants to get with the great and hot Sierra Knight, and with all these guys who keep thinking I'm her when they see me from behind or from a distance, maybe we could give him the next best thing…"

  I laughed and shook my head. "There are a lot of ifs and buts involved in that plan babe," I said. "It would take a miracle to pull it off."

  Kate shrugged. "In that case we'll just go for plan B."

  "What's plan B?"

  She grinned and reached down to grab my cock. Started running her soapy hands up and down its length in a most distracting way.

  "If the resemblance to Sierra Knight doesn't pull him in then I'll just rely on my feminine charms. I figured that should be more than enough to draw him in!"

  I laughed and shook my head. A laugh that quickly turned to a groan as she kept up her attention on my cock. "That's a crazy plan," I said. "But it just might work."

  "It worked on you," she said.

  "That's true…"

  "So when are we implementing plans A and/or B?"

  "I was thinking right after we hopped out of the shower. I'm going to have to give the costume a once over to make sure there aren't any embarrassing stains on it, but other than that we should be good to go."

  "Fine by me!"

  The only problem with that plan was convention scheduling. it turned out there were a couple of spots where there were potentially dried stains on the thing and she'd insisted on scrubbing them out with water before we went back onto the convention floor. By the time she got done fussing over her costume the dealer hall was already close to packing up.

  It was an honest mistake. The dealer hall was open until seven or eight, I didn't remember which it was, but it should have been plenty of time. The only problem was that even though the mercenary bastards slinging overpriced merch at convention booths were more than happy to stay until the dealer hall closed down to squeeze the maximum amount of money out of hapless convention goers who didn't realize they could probably get everything on display at a much cheaper price online, the stars didn't seem to feel the same way. By the time we got down to the rows of booths where the celebrity talent was set up it was a ghost town.

  "Oh," Kate said as she surveyed the empty booths.

  "Oh is right," I said. "Where is everybody?"

  I got even more of a sinking feeling as we made our way along the row of booths. All of them had signs out front and almost all of them said that whatever celebrity guest was supposed to be sitting there would be back tomorrow. They even had their schedules put up for everyone to see.

  I hadn't realized they even had schedules. I just assumed they would be out there as long as the dealer hall was open. Damn it.

  We walked past Sierra Knight's booth and I stared with particular interest wondering if I was going to get a glimpse of the goddess of the small screen miniseries herself, but unfortunately she was nowhere to be seen. All I saw were a couple of girls who dressed in costumes very similar to Kate's. Both looked pretty hot, and they were involved in some sort of deep whispered conversation. They kept glancing over towards Sierra Knight's empty booth. I figured they were probably down here for the same thing as us. Hoping to meet a celebrity and going bust because they didn't realize there was a time limit.

  Tough luck, random hotties wearing random vacuum formed bikinis. Maybe they'd have better luck tomorrow. I was starting to think we were going to have to wait until tomorrow as well. We were getting towards the end of the row where the bigger celebrities were. Sierra Knight's booth was proof we were getting into A-list territory. At least A-list for right now. It had been my experience that most of the time if you wanted a celebrity's autograph at a discount all you really had to do was wait a few years until their career wasn't doing as well as when they were burning bright.

  Of course where the whole "waiting a decade for a discount" scheme broke down was when you had an A-lister who was absolutely going to get traffic no matter what. Particularly when I had a wife who was very much interested in meeting that A-lister no matter what it cost.

  Usually meeting them didn't cost anything. It was the autograph they charged for. Only it looked like we weren't going to get a meeting or an autograph. We definitely weren't going to get that opportunity for my wife to work her charms on the guy and try to get into his good graces and, hopefully, into his pants shortly after that.

  As we approached his booth it was obvious even from a distance he wasn't there. For one thing there wasn't a massive line snaking around the edges of the convention center full of women and the occasional man who was either gay or an unfortunate husband who was being dragged along. I'd seen the pictures of some of the lines that formed for the guy, and they were massive. Only now there was absolutely nothing. Just a couple of women staring at his schedule and not looking happy about it.

  I knew when we got up to have a look at that schedule ourselves we weren't going to like what we saw there. Oh well, I guess it couldn't be helped.

  "Damn," Kate said.

  I reached out and patted her on the back. "It's okay baby," I said. "He's going to be here for the entire weekend. There's no reason we can't catch him some other time!"

  "I know… I'd just been hoping…"

  "I know exactly what you were hoping," I said. "But haven't you had enough excitement for one day? Maybe it would be a good idea to get a nice meal and go to bed earl
y?"

  Kate sighed and her shoulders slumped. It was obvious she was tired, even if she wasn't willing to admit it. No, it definitely would be a good thing to get a meal in her and get her back to the hotel room where she could recuperate and recover from all the fun she'd had today.

  "I guess you're right," she said. "We should at least check out the schedule though. See when he's going to be here tomorrow."

  "Fine by me," I said.

  We peered at the schedule, but it was hard to see because of the women blocking it. I cleared my throat and one shot me a dirty look, but moved to the side. There was plenty of room for everybody to stand and have a look. I didn't know why she had to be such a bitch about it.

  Apparently that wasn't the end of the bitchiness from this woman though. She looked at me first and then her eyes moved to my wife. Her eyes ran up and down Kate, took in her body, took in her costume, and then she rolled her eyes and let out a disgusted noise. I had to stop myself from opening my mouth and giving this bitch a piece of my mind. She was probably just jealous that one of her ass cheeks couldn't fit in the entirety of my wife's bottoms, but I knew Kate didn't like it when I started talking like that. Even if the person was acting like a first-rate bitch and deserved it.

  "Did you have a problem?" Kate asked.

  Well then. It took a lot to get my wife fiery like that, but apparently she'd noticed this woman acting like a bitch.

  "Not from a poser like you," the girl said.

  Kate threw her head back and laughed. My only regret was that there weren't more people around to witness the smack down that I had a feeling was coming.

  "Poser? Did you spend hundreds of hours putting together a costume so you could look like one of the characters in Dragonfire?"

  "Well no," the girl said. "But I know you're only putting that on for attention. It's not like you watch the TV show. You're not a real fan!"

  "Watch the TV show? Bitch, I've been reading the books since the first one came out. I've been a fan of this series since you were probably still in elementary school and still learning how to read! Don't talk to me about not being a true fan."