by Lexi Archer
Something in Keith's face changed. Gone was the smile. Gone was the friendly demeanor. He suddenly looked more intense. More demanding.
He wasn't Keith any longer. He was in character. A powerful man who could transform into an even more powerful dragon whenever he wanted to. A man who commanded his city, a man who could burn anyone who stood in his way both literally and figuratively.
Was it just a little ridiculous? Yeah, probably. Then again, believability and realism weren't exactly hallmarks of the modern fantasy genre whether we're talking books or television.
"I noticed you from the first moment at the ball tonight," he said.
Kate looked away, a flush rising to her cheeks. I wondered if that was acting ability or if she really was embarrassed. For a moment it was as though I was watching the scene. Of course I was in the middle of a hotel suite, but still. It was that close to the real thing.
"I don't care if you noticed me," she said. "I hate you. All of you."
He moved forward and his hand came out. He ran his fingers under her chin, pulling it up so her gaze was even with his. "You hate all of us? But this is your lineage. Your heritage. You wouldn't be here if you weren't one of us."
Kate pulled away from his grip and his eyes narrowed. "I don't care. I hate you. I hate all of you!"
He laughed. It was a low rumbling laugh that was just as menacing in person as it had been on screen. I was impressed by his abilities. Then again there had to be more to his acting abilities than looking good with his shirt off if he was going to maintain people's interest on one of the most popular shows on television. Sure looking good with no shirt on helped, but still.
He moved around behind her, trailing his finger along her neck the entire way. Kate closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She shivered and it was as though her entire body was shuddering under his touch. I found myself and shivering in turn on watching her get so aroused just from a light touch.
Keith had been subtly repositioning her so they were in front of that massive couch, and so I decided to go ahead and take a seat. I wanted to be comfortable while I watched the show, even if I knew all of the beats from this particular forbidden dance considering all the times Kate had insisted we watch the scene. Over and over again.
He reached down and inhaled, grabbing a string of her hair and running it past his nose. It was an exaggerated sniff, what you might expect from a man who was actually a giant dragon in human form, but somehow he made it look less ridiculous.
"You might try to resist, but you have to know there's no resisting a Dragon Lord," he said. "Once I decide I want something, I get it."
A smile played across Kate's face. It was decidedly not in character, and completely at odds with the expression of terror on Sierra Knight's face in this scene, but at the same time I couldn't blame her. I'd have a goofy grin on my face too. Actually, I did have a goofy grin on my face as I watched my wife playing out this scene with Keith.
"I will never submit to you…" she said.
He growled. He twirled her around and her hair went flying. His hands moved around her body, one around her shoulders and one cupping her ass as he pulled her against him. She let out a delighted gasp and then his mouth descended on hers. They were kissing and the only sound to fill the room was the sound of their lips smacking together. The sound of their tongues dueling with one another. The swish of clothing as his suit rubbed up against her bare skin and occasionally grazed against the plastic from her costume.
When he pulled away she was breathing heavily and looking up at him with wide eyes. Wide eyes that seemed just a little surprised. That hadn't been in the script. And yet at the same time she didn't seem to be complaining.
"I… Uh… The scene…"
Kate swallowed and then her eyes lidded as she stared up at him.
"Oh fuck it!" she said as she went completely off script and her hands snaked around his neck. As she pulled him down for another kiss and once more their lips were coming together. Once more their bodies became one as they pressed against one another.
His hands were all over my wife. Running up and down her slim body. The plastic from her costume was making a racket, and it was so damn sexy as they devoured one another's bodies. As he ran his hands all over her.
He pushed her back and I realized he wasn't pushing her back towards the bedroom. No, he was moving straight for me. And as they moved towards me I saw him glance at me and wink, and I realized that must be entirely intentional. He was pushing my wife towards me on purpose.
They landed on the massive semicircular couch, luckily it was big enough to accommodate both of them, and I was treated to a front row seat with them right next to me making out. He was pressed against her, and I winced as I heard what sounded like plastic cracking. I prayed that wasn't actually the sound of the costume breaking. Because otherwise she was going to be really pissy once she came down from whatever high she was feeling from having Keith Trent pressing against her like that.
That quickly left my mind as I watched them though. It was such an entrancing sight. They were moving so slowly, and yet with such urgency. His strong hands were running over her taut stomach, her hands were down at his shirt pulling up and revealing his muscular body.
The guy looked just as good in person as he did on the screen. This definitely wasn't one of those cases where a guy had a little bit of help from the makeup and CGI departments to look good.
Kate gasped as his muscles came into view. She licked her lips as she looked him up and down with the same sort of appreciation that he'd been giving her since he first laid eyes on her. It was so fucking hot watching my wife getting so fucking hot watching him. She pulled his shirt up and he obliged lifting his arms. Her breathing was picking up, and she was practically panting as his ripped body came into view. I didn't exist, and that was just fine with me. If anything Kate getting turned on enough by this guy that she was ignoring me was just adding to the fire for me!
"Holy shit," she said.
He growled and then he was moving down and working on her costume. I was surprised that he was actually able to get in and figure out exactly where the clasps were. A moment later her top was tossed to the side. She looked up at him and blinked in surprise.
He grinned. "It's not my first time taking apart one of these. Sierra might not be interested, but there were plenty of other girls on set who were willing to have a little fun back in my trailer."
Kate giggled. "I've never been more happy that I opted to spend more on the screen accurate prop!"
And then they were together again. They were enjoying a slow and sensual kiss. I could hear the sound of their lips smacking together, the sound of their tongues swirling around one another, and it was echoing in my mind with a roar. Their bodies looked so hot coming together. My wife with her perfectly sculpted body, her tight stomach, the way her breasts were pressing against his chest.
Seeing the two of them coming together was almost like watching two perfectly sculpted pieces of art making out. If perfectly sculpted pieces of art could make out, which was pretty out there but you get the point.
Apparently lust was winning out over their desire for exploration though. She started tugging at his shorts and he stood. He smiled as he undid his belt buckle. As his pants fell to the ground revealing a pair of boxer briefs. Odd. I would have pegged him for a boxers type of guy, but it definitely created a nice visual the way his cock was straining out from those boxer briefs. Especially with the way Kate was looking up at him and licking her lips. The way her mouth hung open as she looked at that bulge that she'd fantasized about so many times before.
He fell down between her legs and he was undoing the snaps down below. Once more he didn't have any trouble undoing those. I guess Kate was right, it really was a good thing that she'd gotten something that was screen accurate and based off of the plans that they used for the TV show. It was definitely making things easier for her small screen lover.
She wasn't wearing anythi
ng under the bottoms and so she was exposed to him as soon as he flipped those clasps and pulled down. He stared down at her as though he was staring at the most beautiful woman in the world. That might be going a bit far. She was my wife but I could recognize that there were probably a few women hotter than her somewhere out there, though I'd never seen them. She was definitely the hottest girl at the convention though. And she was the belle of the ball as far as he was concerned.
"Amazing," he breathed.
Kate giggled as she looked up at him. "You're not so bad yourself."
He stood again and my wife leaned forward. She suddenly had an undeniable hunger plain on her face. She yanked down on his boxer briefs once, twice, and then his cock sprang free.
I almost whistled, but I managed to resist the urge. Kate had done enough freeze framing of scenes where he was naked on screen that she'd been convinced he was pretty well endowed. I told her she had to be seeing things, that it was probably just something in the background that looked like his cock. That the people making the miniseries wouldn't miss something like his dick showing up in a shot.
Only as my wife stared at his cock, slightly cross eyed which was slightly comical, I could see he was definitely as big as she claimed he had to be.
I wondered how that monster was going to fit inside my petite wife, but as he got down between her legs, as he leaned forward and started to move his cock up against her pussy, I figured I was going to find out pretty damn quick. It seemed like he wasn't much in the mood for foreplay beyond their makeout session. Beyond their role-playing. And that was just fine with me.
That also seemed to be just fine with Kate. Once more I reflected that we'd forgotten to bother with the whole condom thing, but once more I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't care. I just needed to see this happen.
"Oh God!" she said, though it came out as more of a gasping whine as the head of his cock split her pussy lips.
I stared, completely fascinated and engrossed by the sight of another man's cock disappearing into my wife. And this time I was getting one hell of a front row view, just a foot away from them on the couch as he leaned over her, pressed his rippling muscular body against her tight petite frame, mashed her tits against his chest, and continued slipping inch after inch of that monster inside her.
Katie turned to face me and she was biting her lip. She was gasping for breath.
"He feels so good baby," she said. "It was just like I imagined… So fucking good…"
Her last words trailed off into an unintelligible moan. My cock was throbbing and I decided I wasn't going to wait this time. I wasn't going to keep things under wraps. No, I reached into my pants and pulled my cock out. I started stroking it as I watched Keith bottom out inside my wife. As I heard Keith grunting as he pressed his pelvis against my wife's pussy. As his cock filled her completely.
It was a testament to just how fucking turned on she must be, just how wet she was, that she was able to take all of him like that without any trouble. As petite as she was, as tight as I knew she was, I figured she would've had some trouble, but he'd just slammed inside her like it was nothing!
Fuck!
Keith looked down at her and grinned. "So was it everything you'd imagined?"
"Fuck yes!" she gasped.
Keith turned to me next and that smile never left his face. I was treated with a sight that I'd seen so many times before on the television. Keith Trent with his muscular body over a woman. His cock buried inside her, though I suppose when he was actually on screen he probably didn't really have his cock buried inside her. No, they probably used a cock sock or whatever it was they used on television shows like that to keep the naughty bits from touching. Whatever.
This was the real thing, but it looked surprisingly similar to what I'd seen on several occasions on the TV show. The curve of his ass, the exciting curves of an incredibly sexy woman under him. One of those bikini outfits thrown off to the side.
Only this time the incredible hottie that was under him was my wife. Fuck!
"How about you? Are you enjoying this?"
"It's much better than watching it on TV," I said. "Especially since my wife is way hotter than Sierra Knight!"
"You're damn right she is!" Keith said, and he surprised me by reaching out to give me a high five. It was weird. I never thought I'd be in a position where I'd be giving a high five to a man who had his cock buried in my wife, but here we were. It was strange the twists and turns that life could take. So I reached out and smacked his offered hand.
And with that his attention was back on my wife. He pulled out and then pressed inside her. She let out a moan as his cock slid deep into her, and I saw just a brief moment of discomfort flash across her face. I wondered if she maybe was having more trouble with his huge cock than I'd initially anticipated, but then I decided to just sit back and enjoy the show. Obviously if she had a problem with anything she'd have no problem speaking her mind.
In a matter of moments he was slamming in and out of my wife like there was no tomorrow. Her tits were bouncing up and down under his thrusts, except for the occasional moment when he leaned down and press his chest against her. Their bodies smashed together as he started moving in long slow strokes. Most of the time he just went for rapid fire thrusts. Over and over he pounded inside my wife, and her eyes squeezed shut. It was obvious she was riding one hell of an orgasmic wave over and over again. I didn't see it that often, but I knew what it looked like when she was having one hell of a multiple orgasm.
Her eyes squeezed shut, her body flushed, her breath coming in quick gasps, it was obvious what was happening. It was obvious that having this illicit experience with the great and sexy Keith Trent was driving my wife wild.
She was writhing back and forth under him, and it seemed like the only thing that was holding her in place was his cock pistoning in and out of her. Was his muscular arms to either side of her.
Kate's head moved to the side and her mouth was open, and I flashed back to that moment in the live dungeon when she'd had one guy in between her legs, one guy at her tits, and most importantly she'd had that guy up top who was getting head while she was being fucked.
And suddenly I had an idea. I was so turned on, I already had my cock out, but I didn't want to just settle for jerking off. No, I realized that there was something far more interesting that I could be doing with my cock.
So I got onto my knees on the couch. I scooted forward until my cock was mere inches from her face. I pressed forward the next time her head swung my way, brushed the tip of my cock which was leaking precum against her lips. I braced myself, waiting for her reaction. Wondering what she would do.
Kate's eyes flew open and she looked up at me. She smiled and then her tongue flicked out and ran along the length of my slit. She licked around my cockhead, and then she opened her lips.
That seemed like invitation enough, and so I pressed forward. I closed my eyes and let out a quiet groan as I felt my cock slipping inside her mouth. As I was suddenly treated to a whole new set of sensations in this forbidden dance. It was as though I could feel the tempo of his thrusting as he moved in and out of her body.
He was starting to really grunt, starting to make noises similar to what he sounded like on the television when he was about to blow his load. I figured he was probably pretty close, and then I felt Kate move forward and bury my cock in her mouth. She started humming and her eyes squeezed shut. The feeling of her coming around me, the knowledge that she must be having one hell of a mind blowing orgasm, feeling the thrusting being translated through her body up through her mouth, and most importantly feeling her throat muscles squeezing around my cock was finally too much for me.
I looked down at the spot where their bodies were coming together. I watched in fascination as he buried himself one last time with a roar, no trying to stay quiet with him like what had happened with the guys in that dungeon. No, it was just us up here in his suite. I sighed as I blew my load in my wife. It was s
uch an incredible experience being part of a spit roast with a guy on one end fucking her, coming deep inside her, as I was unloading inside her mouth. And then I thought back to that guy one final time. A devilish thought occurred to me.
Kate looked up at me and there was suddenly a warning glare. The thought flew out of my mind as quickly as it arrived.
Damn. Thwarted by marital telepathy. Something told me she'd been in the moment yesterday, but that I would be endangering myself despite everything that had happened if I tried what that guy had tried and blew my load all over her face.
I lost myself in the feelings washing over me. In watching a man buried inside her blowing his load. I thought about how crazy it was that we'd come to this point, and I thought about how wonderful it was. I wondered what was next for us.
Whatever it was, I couldn't wait.
20: New Friends
I leaned back in the hot tub and looked out over the city. Lights sparkled in the distance. That fun on the couch had only been the first round, and they'd gone again quickly after that.
I'd just sat back and enjoyed the show for that one. Now the three of us were relaxing in the hot tub and having a good time with some drinks that were paid for courtesy of the convention.
In short, I was feeling buzzed, I was high on that incredible fantasy that had just been fulfilled, and I was feeling pretty damn good!
"So how are you guys going to top this?" Keith asked.
"I don't know that we're going to top it," Kate said. "I just figured we'd continue having fun for the rest of the weekend."
Keith held up his glass. "To that!" he said. "And maybe later we can go over some of that financial stuff you were talking about?"
I raised my glass in salute. I was secretly ecstatic. Not only had one hell of a fantasy been fulfilled, but I could only imagine the kind of money that I could earn off of helping him manage his accounts. That big payday was something to think about later though.
