Kate's Naughty Costume: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  Yeah, I was going to hear about this later. Right now, though, she had bigger fish to fry.

  Though it did look like she was going to have a tough time of it. If anything, the women surrounding him got even more annoyed and even more rowdy when they realized it wasn't Sierra Valentine making her way through the crowd without any security following her. As ridiculous as that seemed.

  No, when a couple of the women realized it was just a girl in a costume they started pushing forward again and yelling.

  "Not fair!"

  "Yeah! She can't cut in line like that!"

  One of those voices sounded familiar. I scanned the crowd and my eyes fell on none other than the delightful woman we'd met the night before. The one who'd almost gotten into an altercation when she refused to move out of the way of Keith's schedule. She was staring pure murder at my wife.

  Her eyes moved over and locked with mine. I fixed her with my best shit eating grin and gave her a huge thumbs-up followed by a quick flip of the bird. I wanted to make it absolutely clear exactly what I thought of her.

  Keith wasn't paying attention to any of them. No, he only had eyes for Kate. I couldn't believe it. She did it. She actually did it. Keith held up a hand and security surged forward, pushing back against the press of women threatening to break through their ranks. He waved Kate towards him and in a moment they were going to disappear from view, but at the last moment she looked over to me and cocked her eyes in her direction. A clear signal that I was to join them.

  I wasn't sure if this was part of the plan, but I was going to go along with whatever she said. Everything had worked out so well so far that who was I to second-guess her?

  I did run into a bit of trouble though. As I rounded the corner convention security tried to stop me. I tried to push through but found myself pushed back by a short wiry guy who was surprisingly strong.

  "I'm with her," I said, nodding to Kate.

  "Yeah right buddy," he said. "Tell me another one."

  Kate looked at Keith and then over to me. "He is with me," she said. "He's my husband."

  I saw Keith's face fall just a bit when he realized she was married. His eyes moved down to the ring on her finger and then back up to her face. Somehow his smile didn't slip.

  "He's a lucky man," Keith said. He turned to the guards. "Go ahead and let him in."

  The security guy reluctantly moved aside, as though he thought this was part of some plot or something. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. Petty positions of power.

  "I really can't get over that costume," Keith said leaning back on his table. "It's almost as good as the stuff we have on the TV show. Maybe better!"

  "I'm glad to hear you say that Keith," she said, leaning forward and putting her hand on his. I saw his eyes dart down to that spot where they were making contact and then up to me to gauge my reaction. I grinned at him and shrugged.

  It was odd. I could hear the convention going on all around us. I could hear the angry shouts of women who were obviously upset that we'd managed to make our way to the front of the line without waiting for hours. I wondered how long even the people who were in the front of the line had been waiting. Considering how long it was and that Keith had arrived at eleven they'd probably been in line since the moment the dealer hall opened.

  Oh well. Their spot in line wasn't my problem.

  "So what can I do for you?" Keith asked.

  Though it was obvious from the way he was looking at my wife that he knew exactly what he'd like to do for her. Kate leaned down until she was at an angle that gave a more than generous view of her tits. She wasn't exactly huge, but she had one of the nicest pairs of breasts I'd ever seen. They were perfectly suited for her frame, just a little too big for her slim body which made for an incredible visual, and it was obvious from the way his eyes suddenly started to bug out that he was enjoying the view.

  "Oh Keith," she said. "I think the question is really what can we do for each other…"

  He blinked and then swallowed. He looked up at me and then back to my wife. "What are you talking about?"

  Kate smiled. "What do you think I'm talking about Keith?"

  "I know what I'd like you to be talking about," he said. "But with hubby there that seems impossible."

  He laughed again as though the idea was ridiculous, but his eyes were telling a different story. His eyes were devouring my wife, and it was obvious he'd love nothing more than to rip that costume right off of her. Hell, considering that this was the great Keith Trent my wife might just go along with it and not yell at him like she would at any other man in the world, myself included.

  "What if that was a possibility Keith?" she asked. "What would you think then?"

  He looked between the two of us again. It was obvious he was just a little confused. It was obvious he had no idea how to respond, which I suppose was fair enough. I'm sure stars got all kinds at these conventions, but I also was pretty sure it wasn't every day they got approached by a husband and wife team and get propositioned. No, this was probably completely out of the ordinary even for a handsome hunk of muscle like Keith Trent who was used to women throwing themselves at him.

  He licked his lips as he looked up at Kate. As he held her gaze. He looked like he still didn't quite believe what she was saying.

  "If that was the case," he said. "Then at the very least I think that we should have a drink later."

  Kate turned to look at me. She had a triumphant grin on her face. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that actually worked. And yet at the same time I don't know why I was surprised that it worked. She'd had so much luck so far, why wouldn't that streak of luck continue?

  "I'm glad you see things my way," Kate said. "So how does this work? Do you want my phone number? Do I get yours?"

  Keith looked at the crowd behind him, suddenly nervous, and then he turned back to Kate. He leaned forward and his next words were barely above a whisper.

  "I can't exactly give out my phone number," he said. "What hotel are you staying at?"

  "The Westin," I said, finally interjecting myself into the conversation just a little. "It's attached to the convention center via one of the skywalks."

  Keith looked over our shoulders again at the crowd. Security was still holding them back but they were trying to surge forward.

  "Is there a bar there?"

  "I think there is," Kate said.

  "In that case I'm going to be done here around 4 o'clock. I'll plan on being at the bar shortly after that."

  He glanced at the crowd of rabid women still trying to push in and get a chance at him. The mob was starting to get unruly, and it looked like security was starting to have a spot of trouble keeping them under control. Keith grimaced.

  "Actually you might need to give me up to an hour to get there," he said. "It really depends on how quickly these security a-holes can get me out of here."

  Kate leaned forward again, giving him another view of the generous expanse of cleavage on display. His eyes moved straight to my wife's tits and I felt my cock twitch as I watched. I'd had one hell of a session with her the night before, but I'd had plenty of time to reset with a good night's sleep. Now my cock was ready to go once more. Plus there was something about this fantasy that inspired me to new levels of stamina that I hadn't enjoyed in a few years despite still being fairly young.

  "I look forward to seeing you," Kate said. "Don't keep me waiting for too long."

  I thought about what he'd just said and I looked over my shoulder at the crowd behind us.

  "Question," I said. "How the hell are we supposed to get out of here with this angry mob surrounding us?"

  Keith glanced to said angry mob and then back to us. "The back of this thing is just cloth. I could have security try to escort you out of here, but I think it might be better if you ran for it."

  I looked at Kate and she grinned as though there wasn't an angry mob of women ready to rip us apart because we'd cut to the front of the line to see their favorite
Hollywood heartthrob up close and personal.

  "What do you say honey?" I asked.

  "It sounds as good as any other plan," she said.

  I glanced at the cloth and then back to the angry crowd. I really didn't relish the idea of trying to make my way through that considering how riled up they were. It looked like a scene straight out of a zombie apocalypse, except instead of zombies it was a bunch of women, and a few angry gay guys, couldn't forget them. No, I figured that escape was probably a better option than charging into that and relying on convention security to keep us safe.

  "Let's go," I said.

  "I think I can help you out," Keith said. He gave my wife one more once over, and then he was popping up from his table. He approached the crowd and the angry mob quieted down as he got near them. All their attention was on him as he started to talk about something, though I couldn't quite make out what he was saying.

  It was a small distraction, but I figured it would be enough for us to make our escape. I ducked down and lifted the cloth for Kate, she had a harder time bending down what with her costume making a full range of motion impossible. She managed to get through and I ducked under right behind her.

  "Hey! They're getting away!" someone shouted. The voice sounded suspiciously like that bitch we'd danced with last night. She was probably creeping on us the whole time Keith was pulling his distraction.

  I rolled my eyes and groaned. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I couldn't believe a group of geeks would get so worked up over something as silly as their place in a line. I could hear the crowded shifting. I looked to Kate who still had that huge grin on her face.

  She was actually enjoying this! It was crazy, but she was actually enjoying it!

  "I think we need to get the hell out of here," I said.

  "I couldn't agree more," Kate said. "I'm just glad I went with flats and not high heels today."

  So we tore through the convention center. This was nuts. Getting into trouble in the Live Dungeon yesterday, having fun in that booth today, and now we were running as best as we could through the dealer hall, ducking through the crowd and trying to get away from anyone who might be pursuing us. I never looked back to tell.

  17: Bar Hookup

  Hotel bars had always felt like universally sad affairs to me. They were always done up nicely, with decorations and everything that was supposed to make a traveler feel good about being getting drunk away from home, but at the same time there was just something about the basic premise of the place where it was mostly people who were at a bar far away from home trying to get drunk and forget some of their troubles that made them sad.

  Of course the hotel bars also figured prominently in some of my fantasies ever since I realized that I kind of liked the idea of my wife getting a little naughty.

  It was mostly the standard stuff you read about if you got into this. You know, the wife goes to the hotel and picks up a guy or something. Acting like the wife is a prostitute and the husband is her pimp. The kind of stuff that was sexy and fun to read about, but that I figured would never actually happened in real life.

  Only as I ran my finger around the edge of my glass filled with a mixture of soda and moderately expensive whiskey that was made even more expensive because it was being sold at a hotel bar, I reflected that I'd suddenly found myself right in the middle of one of those fantasy scenarios.

  Every time someone came into the hotel bar Kate would look up with a smile on her face, but every time it was someone else. She looked as giddy as somebody waiting for a first date, and to be honest I was feeling some of that giddiness myself. In a way this was a first date, though it was different from any other first date either of us had ever been on. The things Keith would be doing to my wife later if everything went to plan were crazy, and yet instead of telling her we needed to go back to our hotel room and forget about all this nonsense I was sitting here and waiting with just as much excitement as she was probably feeling.

  I tried to imagine how I would feel if one of the starlets I'd had a crush on over the years suddenly showed an interest in me. Not that something like that was ever going to happen, I was well aware of the fact that I'd married up when I picked my beautiful wife, but I could just imagine how crazy I'd be going waiting on, say, Sierra Knight to show up if the roles were reversed.

  Of course one thing that was the same between my fantasy scenario where some hot young starlet was coming to fuck me while my wife watched and the very real fantasy scenario of a hot young star coming to fuck my wife while I watched was that my cock was harder than a diamond. It was uncomfortably hard. It was about to rip my pants apart, and I loved it.

  I looked at Kate and she gave me a hesitant smile.

  "What if he doesn't come?" she asked.

  I reached out and took her hand, and that brought to mind the way she'd reached out and touched his hand earlier today. It sent electricity running through my body feeling her hand like that.

  "He'd be crazy not to come," I said. "Don't worry."

  And I really wasn't worried. I figured there was no way he wasn't going to be joining us. Kate had made it abundantly clear what was on the line, and I didn't know any man alive who would be able to resist that kind of offer from my wife!

  I glanced at Kate's outfit. She wasn't wearing the bikini now. It had been deemed too impractical to wear down here. The problem was the thing just drew too much damn attention. It would've taken us forever to get down here, and at the same time it would've drawn attention in the hotel bar. The kind of attention that Keith didn't want.

  No, instead we'd gone shopping at the mall attached to the hotel and the convention center by a series of walkways. She hadn't packed anything date-worthy because she'd assumed we wouldn't be having a date night that didn't involve her costume. Most of the stuff she packed that wasn't related to her costume were comfortable clothes like her pajamas. Sure they were sexy, anything my wife wore was sexy, but at the same time they weren't exactly suited for meeting a hot young star.

  The outfit she'd decided on before we headed out to the hotel bar was pretty nice though. She wore a tight fitting halter top that had no back. It shimmered with a purple reflective glitter material in the front, and it was tied in the back by a couple of strings. One around her neck and one around her back.

  It also barely came down to just above her stomach. It was a testament both to how naturally gorgeous my wife was and how much time she spent working out to stay in shape that she looked better wearing the thing than some of the girls in their twenties who the outfit was no doubt designed for. No, looking at her in that outfit was enough to give me an instant erection.

  Down below she wore a miniskirt that looked absolutely amazing. It was tight, fitted to her body, and it was so short that it would've been scandalous what we paid for the thing if it wasn't so damn sexy. She had a thong on under that for good measure. And her shoes were exactly the kind of high heels she refused to wear in that costume because it wouldn't be terribly practical to wear heels when you were in a costume walking around the convention floor all day long.

  I guess she figured it didn't matter. I guess she didn't think she would be spending too much time on her feet. And that thought intrigued me as much as it aroused me.

  More motion from the front of the bar. We both looked over, our heads popping up like a couple of prairie dogs from our spot in a nice secluded corner where we were hopefully safe from prying eyes. I knew all it would take was one person spotting Keith out here and the game would be up. We'd be flooded with people thanks to the miracle of social media making it much easier to stalk a star today than it had been in the past.

  Only once again it wasn't Keith. Just some guy in a hoodie who was heading towards the bar. I frowned and then went back sipping my drink. I looked at my watch. Sure it was only about 4:45, sure he'd said it might take him a little while to actually get out here depending on how well security was doing, but I couldn't help but feel a little bit of worry with eve
ry passing minute he didn't show up. I wasn't going to let any of that worry show in front of Kate, no sir, but I did wonder if we were going to be the victims of a no-show.

  It would be a pity if that was the case. Her plan had gone so well so far. It would be a shame for it to fall apart at the last minute like this.

  More movement, only this time it was right at our booth. I looked up to see the guy who'd walked in with the hoodie. I opened my mouth to ask him if he needed something when I got a good look at him. A really good look.

  Kate grinned and I smiled. I should have realized what was going on there. It was the middle of the summer. The kind of weather that was definitely more suited to the bikini my wife had been rocking than to a hoodie. Sure the hotel kept things freezing cold, but still.

  "Sorry I'm late," Keith said as he slid into the booth.

  The booth was a circular number in the back corner of the bar. I was on one side with Kate in the center. I noticed that he slid in on the other side so he'd been sitting next to my wife rather than next to me. Not that I minded. No, not that I minded one damn bit!

  "Sorry about that," he said. "I have to go around incognito or else I get swarmed wherever I go."

  Kate giggled. "That's something we can identify with."

  I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, it felt like we couldn't go five feet without people swarming us and asking for a photograph!"

  "I can only imagine considering what you were wearing," Keith said. He looked my wife up and down and there seemed to be a moment of disappointment. I wondered if he was expecting her to still be in that outfit. Still, if there was one man who'd probably gotten his fill of women wearing those bikini outfits it was this guy considering he saw them almost every day when he was working.

  "So are you guys enjoying the convention?" he asked.

  "We've been enjoying it more than you could possibly imagine," Kate said. She turned and winked at me. A gesture that he couldn't see, but that sent a thrill running through me. Yeah, we had been enjoying the hell out of this convention!