Between Friends: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  I sighed. "I know what you mean."

  I didn't say anything else. I knew what she meant, but at the same time I was so turned on by the idea of what might happen if she did end up going to that dungeon. I realized that I desperately wanted to see what might happen if she went to that dungeon. I wasn't going to tell her that though. No, I didn't want to pressure her in any way. If she made this decision then I wanted it to be her decision and hers alone.

  This was one hell of a line we were thinking of crossing, but it was her line to cross. I could lead her up to it and let her know I was interested, make sure she knew she wouldn't upset me if she did decide to cross that line, but I wasn't pushing her over it.

  "It's not like we could get into too much trouble in a public place like that, right?"

  I shrugged. "I don't know how much security they keep in places like that. It's hard to tell how much trouble you could or couldn't get into, assuming you wanted to get into any trouble at all."

  I knew that I very much wanted her to get into all sorts of trouble, but I wasn't going to say that. No pushing.

  "So would you like it if those dungeons weren't very well patrolled? Would you like it if we had some privacy you naughty boy?"

  I thought about my answer. I thought about it long and hard. Which, incidentally, was also a very good description of my cock right about now. I had a feeling she wasn't just floating a hypothetical question here. No, that sounded suspiciously like she was asking permission. The only question was did I want to give it?

  Who the hell was I kidding? Of course I did!

  "I think I'd like it if you ended up having a little privacy," I said. "As long as I got to watch, of course."

  "Of course," she said.

  I stared down at my overpriced convention center pizza. I was picking at it without actually taking a bite. No, I was far too distracted by our conversation, by the implications behind it, to have much of an appetite.

  The only appetite I was really feeling was an appetite for my wife. For watching her with those guys. Sure they might chicken out, sure we might back out at the last minute after realizing that the fantasy was going a bit too far, but it was something I desperately wanted to try.

  This fantasy had taken hold of my erotic imagination and it wasn't letting go. This fantasy was something that I very much wanted to try. Sure things were rushing ahead far faster than I'd anticipated when it first took hold, but I figured why not? The opportunity was here, and I figured that opportunities like this only happened if you were willing to seize the moment. If we put it off now then who's to say we wouldn't put it off later? Who's to say we wouldn't keep putting it off in perpetuity until we were old and gray in the nursing home worried about breaking a hip if we tried out the fantasy at long last?

  No, I didn't want to wait that long. Opportunity was here, and I was going to seize it.

  "I think you should go to that dungeon and have some fun with those guys," I said.

  Kate smiled. "How much fun?"

  I shrugged. "I don't know," I said. "I think we just need to be in the moment and see what happens?"

  Kate raised her soda glass in mock salute. "Sounds good. Here's to living in the moment!"

  I raised my own glass and tapped it against hers. "To living in the moment!"

  6: The Live Dungeon

  "Nervous?" I asked.

  Kate took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. A deep breath that had the delicious side effect of causing her tits to jut out ever so slightly and accentuate her slim stomach in that incredible costume bikini.

  "A little?" she said. "This is kind of crazy when you think about it…"

  "I know baby," I said. "But you can't tell me you're not looking forward to it."

  "That's true," she said.

  I peered around the corner, down to the entrance of the Live Dungeon. I could see the guys standing there. The barbarian who'd gotten oh so lucky, the guy in the T-shirt who'd lost the fight with Muscles to be next to my wife and ended up groping my wife's ass anyways, and then the shy guy who'd grabbed the cameras but hadn't said much of anything beyond that. All of them were staring around as though waiting for something. I grinned. I knew exactly what they were waiting for.

  One of them glanced over in our direction and I quickly ducked behind the corner I was hiding behind. I didn't want them to spot me. Not yet. We still had the opportunity to leave if we wanted to, and if one of them happened to spot us and decided to come over it would make leaving a little more difficult.

  "You still have time to back out," I said. "Are you sure you want to go ahead?"

  Kate shook her head. "Let's just do this. If we keep second-guessing ourselves then I am going to back out, and I want to try this!"

  I couldn't argue with that logic. So I decided not to. "Okay, let's do this!"

  We rounded the corner. It took a moment for them to notice, but I could tell the instant they realized my wife was approaching. Mostly because a couple of other people standing around those guys and started looking over in her direction which caught their attention in a major way. They all started elbowing each other and pointing.

  I turned to Kate. "Looks like your audience is happy to see you."

  "They're not nearly as happy as they're going to be in a few minutes," she said.

  My cock twitched at that, and I had to fight the urge to throw my wife over my shoulder and carry her back to our hotel room. As much fun as that might be, as much as I desperately wanted to have my way with her right now, I knew that would also ruin the experience somewhat.

  "You made it!" the T-shirt guy said.

  "Was there ever any doubt boys?" Kate asked.

  Her voice had a sultry quality to it. Damn she was so fucking hot! I could tell just from that tone of voice that she was getting really fucking turned on, and the fact that she was getting really fucking turned on was really turning me on.

  "Dude!" Muscles said. I was surprised to see him raising his hand for a high five. I took the opportunity, his palm stinging as it smacked against mine but whatever. I resisted the urge to shake my hand as he pulled away.

  "Really great of you guys to come man," he said.

  "So before we go into this thing with you guys I was thinking maybe we should get the names out of the way?" I said. "I'm Ryan and this beauty here is my wife Kate."

  "Sure," Muscles said. "I'm Trevor."

  "I'm David," the second guy said. He eyed Kate up and down in a pretty open and brazen way and licked his lips.

  "I'm Tim," the shy one said, kind of quiet.

  He was also looking away from my wife and trying to catch glimpses here and there. He definitely seemed to be the shy type. Not that I could knock that. I could appreciate how intimidating it could be to be around a hot woman. Not that I'd ever really felt that intimidation myself. I definitely hadn't felt that intimidation since I got with Kate and that wedding ring took almost all pressure off of any interaction with the fairer sex, insanely hot or otherwise.

  David clapped his hands. "So, we ready to go?"

  "I'm ready if you boys are," Kate said.

  I looked at the entrance to the dungeon. Sure it was made out of spray-painted foam, but it still looked very impressive and foreboding all the same.

  "I guess it's go time," I said.

  We followed them through doors that had been made up to look like a an iron gate. I wondered what would be waiting for us on the other side.

  The dungeon was an impressive piece of work. Fog billowed out of the corners. The walls were an impressive approximation of stone that had been abandoned and eroded away over centuries. I knew in the back of my head that it was all foam and spray paint, but if anything that made it all the more impressive that it looked so damn realistic.

  Kate ended up taking the lead which was just fine by me. There was only room for a few of us to walk side-by-side, and the other guys jostled for a moment for the honor of getting in right behind her. I smiled as I watched them go through their li
ttle fight. There was something about knowing these guys were so hot for my wife and yet she was all mine that made the thought of sharing her, even if it was just in the small way of letting them ogle her and walk close to her, even hotter.

  We moved into a larger room. I glanced around to see if there was anyone waiting, anyone playing the part of a monster or something, but nothing. I looked for security cameras, but if there were any they were well hidden. There were no telltale bubbles, no blinking red lights that would indicate we were being watched by security.

  That surprised me. I figured they would have some way of making sure people didn't vandalize this place. Then again, you did have to pay to go into this thing. My understanding was you had to give the convention your credit card. Maybe it was something as simple as them not being worried because they could charge for any damages.

  The room had makeshift jail cells all around. There were bars that probably weren't actually wrought iron. I imagine it would've been a bitch to transport heavy iron gates in here. Still, they looked like the real thing from a distance. Light came from somewhere, but it was hard to see where it was coming from. They'd done a good job of hiding any modern trappings. Fog filled the room as well, probably dry ice, adding to the whole ambience.

  In the center of the room was a large stone slab with a flat surface that looked like something straight out of a torture chamber. There were shackles on it, and it looked like there were torture implements hanging around the edge of the room as well. Basically the sort of surroundings you'd expect to find if you were exploring a dungeon in any respectable game worth the name, video or otherwise.

  "So did you boys have anything planned?" Kate asked. "A game or something?"

  Trevor looked to David. Tim looked down at the floor and then back up to my wife where his eyes briefly flashed with a burning fire that was surprising from the shy guy.

  "Actually we didn't really have anything planned," Trevor said.

  "Yeah," David said. "We didn't even know we were going to do this. We were on standby for a spot and the convention emailed us at the last minute to let us know somebody canceled and we could get in so I didn't really have anything planned."

  Kate looked over to me and smiled with a twinkle in her eye. She winked and then turned back to the college gentlemen who were suddenly looking a little awkward since they didn't actually have any plans for what to do now that they were in here. I licked my lips in anticipation, wondering what she had in mind.

  7: Role-playing

  Kate looked at the three guys in turn, her eyes going wide as she backed away from them. She looked terrified, and her mouth was open and moving though no words were coming out.

  I cocked my head to the side, wondering what the hell was up with this. What sort of act was she putting on? There was no doubt in my mind that this was an act, I just didn't know what her game was.

  "No!" she said. "I will never submit to you!"

  I looked to the guys for their reaction. Muscles, Trevor, looked confused. David, the T-shirt dude, had a look of dawning comprehension though. I could tell from the way his face was lighting up and a smile was crossing his face. He glanced over his shoulder towards the entrance to the dungeon, no doubt checking to make sure we weren't being heard by the people at the entrance.

  Shy guy, Tim, for his part, looked down and then back up at my wife. His eyes moved up and down her body, but he didn't say anything. If anything the intensity of his gaze, the idea that here was this guy who probably wasn't that good with the ladies and yet he wanted my wife so bad, was the hottest of all.

  Of course her performance was also doing something for me. My cock stirred as I realized what she was up to. The helpless maiden captured by nasty barbarians who were going to do who knows what with her. I just wondered if they would be into it. Then again, if I was some random guy who got picked up by a woman who was looking as good as my wife did in that outfit then I'd probably be willing to go along with whatever the hell she wanted up to and including murder if it meant I got a chance to get with her.

  The three of them were completely silent and still for a moment, and then one of them acted. Only it wasn't the one I would've expected. No, all of us looked surprised as shy guy, as Tim, suddenly got an odd expression on his face and then he stepped forward, cool and confident and pretty much acting like the exact opposite of everything he'd been before. It was as though he was stepping into a role, and that role suddenly made him comfortable around everyone, including the hot married woman backing away from him.

  "I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter my lady elf," he said. "My enchantments will make quite certain you can't escape."

  His voice sounded both oily and smooth at the same time. The perfect sort of voice for a charming bad guy. Something told me he'd played this sort of role on more than one occasion when these guys were sitting around the table wherever it was they play their games. I blinked at the sudden transformation, but then chuckled and shook my head.

  If role-playing was what this guy needed to come out of his shell then more power to him. He stepped forward again and moved a hand up, ran it along my wife's cheek. She turned away from him, but she was obviously getting turned on by this. Whether by Tim in particular or just this scenario was anyone's guess, but I know I was getting turned on watching her. Her breath was coming faster. Her mouth was open and this time it didn't look like an act.

  No, I was intimately familiar with what it looked like when my wife was turned on and she was certainly fitting the bill today!

  I also gave shy guy, I was still having trouble thinking of him as Tim even though I knew his name, another look. He was dressed in a polo shirt with some logo on the breast that I didn't recognize, and it looked like he kept in shape. He had a slight build, but still muscular. Well, I guess toned would be a more accurate description.

  The point is he looked like a guy who worked out but at the same time he wasn't a massive hulking monstrosity like Muscles, or Trevor if I was using his real name. Basically this shy Tim guy was just the way Kate liked them. Closer to the way I was built, or at least the way I'd been built when we first started dating, than either Trevor with his huge muscles or David with his very average and normal appearance.

  "What are you going to do?" she asked, a slight tremble in her voice. She was good at this. I figured we'd have to try more of this role-playing stuff in the bedroom sometime.

  Tim got really bold. His hand started tracing down her neck as he laughed. "I think you know exactly what we plan my lady," he said.

  His hand traced down her shoulder, down her front, and then it was disappearing under her top and he was cupping one of her tits! Holy shit! This shy guy had transformed into some sort of a villainous Lothario and he was cupping my wife's tit!

  Kate's reaction was immediate. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a gasp. If I thought her breathing was picking up earlier when she was just turned on by this naughty little scenario, well that was nothing compared to what happened once he was feeling her up.

  "And I think you like it, my lady," he said.

  She bit her lip and shook her head no, though the smile on her face made it clear it was all part of the act. I was ready to step in the moment she decided she was uncomfortable with this, but so far it seemed like she was getting off on playing the damsel in distress and these guys were respecting boundaries so I just leaned against the wall, watched, and kept my peace.

  I glanced over to Tim's companions. Both of them were staring dumbfounded. Both of them looked completely flabbergasted by what was happening. Something told me that Tim over there had never acted this brazen towards a woman in person even if he did pull this villainous Lothario routine with the imaginary girls on pen and paper from time to time. They looked at each other, smiled, and then started to move forward as Tim's free hand went up and snapped. A clear command from a guy who was leading his role-playing group even if he was a shrinking violet when confronted with the terrifying realities of re
al-world social interactions.

  "I shouldn't…" Kate whispered. "It's not allowed in my order. I've never…"

  That was a nice touch, but it couldn't be farther from the truth. Still, I suppose if you were role-playing a scenario you could do whatever you wanted and be whatever you wanted to be. Yeah, this was definitely opening up new possibilities in our sex life I'd never considered.

  Tim looked over his shoulder. "Did you hear that boys? The mage here has never been with a man!"

  I noticed Tim was raising his voice, but he wasn't shouting loud enough that he might do something silly like draw the attention of anybody working out at the entrance to the dungeon. Once again I scanned the room for any telltale signs of a security camera or some sign the con was keeping an eye on things, but nothing. It really was astonishing that security was so lax, but I wasn't going to knock it if I got to watch my wife in this forbidden scenario that I never would have imagined when we started the day. Fuck was this fucking hot!

  Tim turned back to my wife, a weaselly smile on his face. "Don't worry my lady mage," he said. "I promise that even though we're barbarians we'll be quite gentle with you. Mostly."

  And then his two friends reached her and started going to work. I held my breath and watched in rapt concentration as both of them appeared on either side of her. She glanced back and forth, worry obvious in her eyes but a thin smile on her face. She looked over to me and winked, and I knew everything was okay. If she wasn't cool with this there would be a clear signal. We had plenty of them we'd worked out between us over the years, even if we'd never actually had occasion to use any of those signals in a situation quite like what was happening today.

  The point was that it was comforting knowing we were absolutely in control of this situation even as these guys acted like they were the ones completely in control.

  Trevor and David took her arms and pulled her towards that giant foam slab in the middle of the room. At least I hoped it was a giant foam slab, because otherwise my wife was going to be pretty uncomfortable in a moment. I had a feeling the people organizing who put this dungeon together weren't going to do something silly like cart a rock that looked like it could weigh at least a couple of tons into the middle of the convention center.