Kate's Naughty Costume: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  Yeah, seeing everything from this angle was definitely adding a whole new dimension to this fantasy. Seeing her smile, seeing her nod as she saw my cock lined up against another woman's pussy lips. I let out a tense breath I didn't even realize I'd been holding as she gave that subtle permission. And I suddenly understood exactly why Kate had asked for that permission yesterday even though I was giving her the green light in every way possible.

  A warm wetness pulled my attention away from my wife. Away from navel gazing about this situation and back to the real world where I needed to enjoy it!

  Tiffany sat there for a moment, pressing her pussy down against my cock. It felt absolutely fucking amazing feeling her pussy lips pressing against the shaft of my cock, feeling that hot and warm wetness moving up and down the length of my shaft. It was different from Kate in some way but at the same time it felt so fucking good for that difference. Somehow that difference made things more intense. Maybe it was that Kate was right there watching and I was enjoying the reverse of my fantasy. Maybe it was that this was my first time experiencing another woman in years. Maybe it was because Tiffany was so fucking hot.

  Probably it was a little bit of all of the above.

  Then Tiffany reached down between her legs, scooted forward slightly, and I felt the head of my cock being enveloped by her pussy lips. I was pressing inside another woman for the first time in more than a decade. I looked up to Kate who was smiling down at me. She reached down and took my hand, and I suddenly regretted not doing the same with her yesterday even if she was surrounded by three guys. There'd been room and I just hung back.

  I could worry about that later though. Right now I had far more pressing things to think about. Like the incredible feeling of Tiffany's pussy sliding down along the length of my cock!

  I closed my eyes and pressed my head back against the air mattress, grabbing at the thin sheet that covered the mattress as her pussy moved inch by delicious inch down my shaft. I held eye contact with Kate as I concentrated on the sensations running through my body. On the delicious feeling of that hot sheath wrapping around my cock. On the sound of people walking through the convention hall completely oblivious to what was happening in here, the subtler and quieter sound of Tiffany’s gasping, of Kate whimpering as Tiffany continued fingering my wife without missing a stroke as she descended on my cock, of my own moans as she sank down on my cock, the wet noises both from her fingering Kate and from where my cock was pressing into her pussy.

  The three of us sat there for a moment like that, my cock buried to the hilt inside Tiffany’s pussy, Tiffany's fingers buried inside my wife manipulating her expertly from the appreciative sounds my wife was making. I was surprised Tiffany was able to concentrate enough to keep at it with both of us, and I had to admit that it was an incredible fucking turn on seeing this incredible beauty wearing that superhero Fialux costume with my cock buried in her and her fingers buried in my wife.

  As I watched she must've hit a particularly sensitive spot because Kate suddenly gasped and then collapsed on her knees beside us. She leaned in and then Tiffany and my wife were making out over me as I stared up in fascination, my cock buried in this tight college beauty even as the tight college beauty expertly manipulated my wife's body.

  I wrapped my hands around Tiffany's waist. She seemed to take the hint, and her ass rose up and then pressed down. I gasped at the feeling of her pussy moving up to the very tip of my cock and then back down, and also from the view as her mouth opened and Kate's tongue thrust inside her mouth with a quiet gasp. Then she was up and down again on me. Again. Again.

  I rolled my eyes in the back of my head and had to bite back a loud groan as she continued to bounce up and down on my cock like a champion even as she was making out with my wife with a vengeance. Even as she was moving her fingers in and out of my wife's pussy, the smell and sound of them coming together rendering me very nearly senseless. Damn was she talented. Damn did she know how to fuck.

  Granted, I didn’t have a great deal of experience with fucking anyone other than my wife recently, but she was already getting high marks for the sensations she was sending coursing through my body.

  And having to stay quiet made it that much hotter. I had to put my fist in my mouth to keep from letting out any noise. Neither Tiffany or Kate were bothering to hide their moaning, but it was a little easier for those two to keep quiet since their lips were locked together muffling most of the sound.

  Yet I had to stay quiet. One noise, one gasp, one errant groan and anyone who happened to be walking past on the other side of the cloth partition would have a pretty damn good idea as to what was going on. Visions filled my head of someone pulling the partition up, seeing what we were doing, and calling convention security getting us kicked out. We seemed to be doing quite a lot of things lately that risked getting us kicked out.

  Thoughts of an astonished crowd pulling down the curtain and seeing us going at it like this sent a thrill running through me, sent an unimaginable jolt of pleasure coursing through my body. Maybe I had an exhibitionist streak to go along with Kate's. Then again maybe not, because thoughts of an astonished crowd pulling the partition down and everybody seeing what we were doing terrified me, brought to mind thoughts of police being called and arrests being made for public indecency.

  Thinking that convention security and getting kicked out was where it would end was probably wishful thinking. Though, now that I thought about it, I guess we weren’t being publicly indecent until the moment when someone actually pulled down the partition so the nib shit is really the person who should be arrested for being indecent, but still.

  No, don’t focus on a potential public indecency charge. Focus on how amazing it felt with my cock buried inside this hot young cosplaying model. Focus on how incredibly sexy it was seeing Kate above making out with this hottie as Tiffany worked her magic on my wife with her talented fingers. Focus on how, for the second time in as many days, a new experience with Kate was topping the list of all-time hottest, riskiest and most dangerous things I’d ever done sexually in my life.

  My hands were still at Tiffany’s side as she continued bouncing up and down my cock, but I’m going to be completely honest here. My hands were there so I could hold on for dear life. I wasn’t actually in control of the situation. She was moving up and down in a constant rhythm and it was all I could do to not be overwhelmed by the bundle of sensations running from my cock through to the rest of my body, by the overwhelming feelings that were coursing through my body. I felt so hot that it was like I was on fire. It was a wonder that I didn’t spontaneously combust right where I was lying on the air mattress. It was a wonder that all three of us didn't melt from the incredible heat we were generating with this forbidden threesome.

  We quickly settled into a rhythm. I would thrust up and that would cause her to push forward, her mouth pressing against my wife's. Then she would go out and do a delightful little twisting thing with her ass, shoving her pussy down over my cock and causing both of their tits to bounce hypnotically over me. We continued like that for about a minute, although I’m afraid that I was so worked up from watching my wife making out with another woman right in front of me that it only took about a minute before I felt the most delicious tingle rising up from the base of my cock.

  The feeling was so sudden, so intense, that I almost didn’t recognize it for what it was. Sure it felt like orgasms I’d had before with guys, or like what I’d felt before when I was with Lacy, but it was also so different.

  Usually when I was building my way up to an explosion it was a slow burn. This was completely different. One moment I was fucking Tiffany, marveling at the way her tits bounced over me, at just how wonderful this beauty looked bouncing on my cock, at how sexy she looked locking lips with my wife. The next moment that tingle was there, more intense than anything I’d felt before, and it was as though my entire body was going to explode. The suddenness of it, the intensity of it, was incredible.

  We a
ll seemed to hit that incredible plateau at the same time. Tiffany pulled away from her kiss and smiled down at me as she felt my cock exploding deep inside her, her face scrunched up in a beautiful orgasm as her mouth opened and she let out moan. Kate seemed to realize what was going on at the same time and that also seemed to be the little push that she needed to have her own explosive response.

  Kate reached out and pulled Tiffany to her again. It seemed she wasn't done making out with the young beauty. Their mouths pressed together and it was a good thing too as it muffled their cries. I concentrated on the feeling of my cock buried deep inside another woman's pussy as I tightened my grip even more, held her hips in a vice grip as I started blowing load after load of come inside her. Darkness danced at the edges of my vision as the intensity of the experience threatened to throw me into unconsciousness.

  Kate was still letting out quiet gasps that were quieted by their mouths smashed together. She held her hand wrapped around behind Tiffany’s head, hair gathered up in her hand. She used that grip to hold Tiffany in place as I maintained my own vice grip down below.

  I was a sight that was going to remain lodged in my memory forever. My cock buried inside that beautiful girl, knowing that I was blowing my load deep inside her. Kate above moaning into Tiffany's mouth as she came from those fingers buried inside her, Tiffany moaning as we held her at both ends, her pussy clamped down on me and the feeling of me blowing my load in her as Kate made out with her up above sending her over the edge as well.

  It was a moment that seemed to stretch on into eternity. It was a moment that was over far too soon. No sooner had I started exploding inside that beauty than it felt like I was coming down from that high. The darkness around my vision went away, I started to regain some of my senses, I loosened my grip on her hips, and I saw Kate pull away from her.

  I didn’t want to pull out. I was so focused on the intensity of the feelings, on the sudden wave of exhaustion that was passing over my body, that I couldn’t do anything but lie back and focus on the lingering sensation of that orgasm. I closed my eyes, concentrated on breathing and the sensation of Tiffany’s pussy wrapped around my cock. On the feeling of my wife's body so close.

  I felt lips pressed into my own, opened my eyes and saw Kate leaning down to kiss me gently, softly.

  “Did you have fun?” she asked

  “Fuck yes,” I said.

  I looked up to Tiffany who was smiling down at me, her pussy still wrapped around my cock.

  "Damn!" Tiffany said.

  "That's right!" I said. I was covered in sweat. I felt like I was in real danger of collapsing. Already we'd broken so many boundaries in our marriage, but this is one experience I'd definitely never expected! Then again this seemed to be a day for unexpected things to happen.

  "Do you still have my card?" Tiffany asked.

  "Of course, Kate said.

  "Actually I have a better idea," Tiffany said. "Here, give me your phone."

  Kate handed her phone over and Tiffany thumbed at it. I cocked an eyebrow, suddenly intrigued. It seemed like we were just collecting phone numbers from college-aged hotties, male and female alike, on this trip. It was the power of that costume.

  Tiffany finished tapping and handed it back over to my wife. "Here you go! Give me a call. I'll be here all weekend, and I'd like to have some more fun with you!"

  Kate looked at her phone, looked up at Tiffany, and then to me with a mysterious smile on her face.

  "I look forward to it," she said.

  16: Skilled Seduction

  Things didn't look so good when we got back to the actor's part of the convention. It took a little while to get Kate's costume resituated, but thankfully being in the middle of a booth that was designed specifically for costuming made it a hell of a lot easier for Kate to get everything back in order than yesterday when we had to go back to the hotel.

  Not that it helped one bit. If anything the line was longer now than it had been when we were there earlier in the morning. I guess my fears when I saw the line getting longer and longer earlier in the day were well founded, but I wasn't going to breathe a word of that to Kate.

  The line seemed to stretch on forever, and off in the distance I could see more people getting in line even as others left. It was obvious from the number of people getting in line versus the pace at which people were getting their one-on-one time in the booth that it was going to be awhile if we decided to wait.

  Hell, if I remembered his schedule right then there was a good chance even if we got in line we wouldn't be getting in to see him by the time he decided left for the day.

  "I don't know if this is going to work honey," I said. "I don't know if we're going to be able to meet him even if we do get a spot in line."

  Kate looked up at me and smiled. "Are you kidding? What makes you think we're going to do something silly like wait in line?"

  I cocked an eyebrow. "What exactly did you have in mind? I thought the whole point of leaving for awhile was to let the line die down, which it obviously hasn't?"

  She reached up and patted me on the cheek. Then she turned back towards his booth. "That was Plan A. Now that the line is even longer we're going to Plan B. We're going to have to be careful, but I think we can pull it off."

  I sighed and wondered what fresh potential trouble we were about to get into, but I knew even as she said it that I was going to go right along with whatever she had planned. There was never any question there. Besides, everything she'd pulled this weekend had worked out incredibly well so far. Who was I to doubt her at t his point?

  Not to mention that after that insane experience we'd just shared with Tiffany I'd be willing to go along with just about anything Kate wanted to do even if I wasn't contractually obligated to do so by the ring on my finger. I shook my head and wondered what we were about to get into.

  She turned, but instead of going for his booth she moved around to a corridor that ran up behind the booth. For a moment I panicked, wondering if her plan was to sneak into his booth from the other side. The booths were separated by cloth partitions and it would be easy enough to go through that cloth if you didn't care about getting kicked out of the convention and probably banned for life. Only when she got to the spot where he was, it was easy to tell because he was almost up against the wall with only another corridor separating him from the convention center walls, she didn't move to go under the cloth. It was a wonder more people didn't try that.

  Though I suppose convention security probably took a very dim view of that sort of thing.

  Kate turned and then she was walking down the hall next to his booth. I cocked an eyebrow but followed. She walked straight past his booth and started pushing her way through the line. A couple of people acted confused, but when they got a look at the hair and the outfit they started parting and everyone started whispering.

  "Sierra?" I heard a deep voice say from inside the booth. It was fairly easy for me to hear since, again, there was nothing but cloth separating us. I realized exactly what Kate's plan was. Exactly what the devious scheme was she'd worked up.

  Damn. My wife really was devious!

  Of course she wasn't going to wait in line. All she had to do was walk past his booth and, probably from an angle where he couldn't see her face right away, cause a little bit of a stir to get his attention. Devious. Absolutely and completely devious.

  I shook my head in wonder.

  "Sierra! I thought you weren't coming to the con today," the voice rang out again.

  That caused a stir of its own. I wasn't sure what the convention was telling people about Sierra not being at her booth, but from the way people were gossiping apparently no one knew she wasn't making an appearance at all today.

  Well it seems that cat was well and truly out of that particular bag.

  "Sierra!"

  I heard a rustling and then he appeared just as I was rounding the corner. Immediately convention security was there, but they weren't nearly enough to hold back the pre
ss of bodies suddenly trying to get in and get a shot at Keith Trent. No, it was as though he was a nice delicious hunk of meat and these women were a bunch of piranha surrounding him trying to get a nice quick bite.

  There was a tug-of-war where women pushed one way and convention security pushed the other. Apparently they had a lot of security around him. Something told me this wasn't the first that the crowd got a little rowdy and out of control with him.

  I wondered when Kate was going to turn around. When she was going to make it obvious she wasn't who she said she was. I'd heard about playing it close, but this was getting ridiculous.

  "Sierra?"

  Finally she turned. There was just enough of a hint of desperation to his voice that she probably figured it was time for the big reveal. When she turned around I saw him stop. I saw him blink. And then he looked her up and down.

  "Are you talking to me?" she asked, her voice breathy as she batted her eyelashes. She actually batted her eyelashes!

  I leaned back against the wall and watched. Something told me the presence of a husband would ruin her plan. And so I watched. Watching was what I enjoyed anyways, so why not?

  "Damn," he said. "From behind you looked exactly like Sierra!"

  "Oh really?" Kate asked. "And what about from the front?"

  "I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but you put her to shame."

  I blinked. I couldn't believe it. Had he actually just said that.? Was her plan actually working? It seemed like a one in a million shot, and yet here it was working perfectly. She even took a moment for a quick "I told you so." It was a quick glance in my direction, so fast I would've missed it if I hadn't been staring at her, but I knew exactly what that look meant. More of that husband and wife telepathy I was talking about.