Between Friends: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  I was surprised at the degree of my self-control. I was surprised I was able to resist the urge to pull my cock out and start jerking off as I watched these three men going to town on my wife. But somehow I didn't. Somehow I managed to keep myself from going over the edge, even though it felt as though I was very close to blowing my load doing nothing more than running my finger lightly up and down the length of my cock, through my shorts mind you, as I watched these men plowing my wife.

  Finally things reached the breaking point. Tim thrust one final time, let out a strangled grunt, and I had no doubt he was pumping my wife full of his seed. Over and over his load was filling her pussy. Traveling deep inside her body.

  Up above David gave a strangled grunt at almost the same time. He didn't bury himself, but he did start to convulse and twitch as he tried to maintain his balance and not pull away from my wife's mouth which was wrapped around just the head of his cock as he was hit with the intense feeling of blowing his load inside my wife's mouth.

  That seemed to do something for her. The jerking on Trevor's cock grew more erratic as she arched her back and then her body was shuddering as she was overcome with her own orgasm. The muffled sound of her screams filled the room, but they weren't so loud that they would be heard out in the hall.

  I guess it was a good thing she had that cock buried in her mouth. It was definitely keeping us from being discovered. Now I just hoped no one from security would decide this was a good time to go walking through. Not only would we get kicked out of the convention, but we'd also probably have to talk to the police considering what we were doing.

  Trevor with his rippling muscles was the last one to pop, and I suppose that made sense considering he'd already had some fun earlier in the day when we were doing that naughty photo session. Finally he let out a strangled grunt of his own, it sounded like he wanted to let out a roar but that would alert the authorities as to what was going on here which wouldn't do at all. I was amazed at his self-control as string after string of his come flew out and landed all over my wife's chest. I would've had a hard time not making some sort of noise.

  As it was I let out a quiet whimper as I quickly yanked my hand away from my cock. I felt like I was going to blow, and that was the last thing I wanted to do. No, if I was going to come from the memory of this incredible sight then it was going to be on or in my wife, and not in my pants while I was standing a few feet away from the festivities and drinking in the sight. Trying my best to remember everything.

  Watching his friend coming all over my wife's stomach like that seemed to give David up at her mouth an idea. He'd obviously blown in my wife's mouth, but it also seemed there was more left where that came from, if you'll pardon the pun. He pulled his cock out, and then he was spraying all over my wife's face.

  I held my breath in anticipation, wondering how she would react. Coming all over my beautiful wife's face was something I was intrigued by, but it was also something that I'd only gotten a chance to do once way back in college when we first started dating and we were exploring things. Since then we still had a good sex life, but minus porn star stuff like that. In many ways we'd fallen into the same married routine that a lot of people who've been together for a long time fall into. Things like facials or other stuff that was a little out there just weren't on the menu anymore. One of the dangers of getting too comfortable around each other in married life, I suppose.

  Only this time she closed her eyes and inclined her neck back as he continued blowing his load all over her. She was positively covered in come from two directions at this point.

  The only one who wasn't pulling out to jerk off on her body was Tim. No, he seemed intent on coming deep inside my wife. On filling her pussy with his seed. And it was so hot that I didn't even care. I just stared in fascination.

  It was obvious when the first two guys were finished. Their come went from flying in jets all over my wife's body to dribbles, and then they pulled back slightly and stared down at her, stared down at her body which was glistening with their seed, and blinked in amazement as though they couldn't believe that just happened.

  Tim was a little more determined though. He sat there with his cock buried inside my wife for far longer than it seemed he could possibly be coming. He still had her thighs in a strong grip, and he seemed to be enjoying one hell of a moment.

  Finally Kate looked down at him, obviously coming down from her own orgasm and moving into that phase where you just want to roll over, clean up, and turn on Murder She Wrote or something and cuddle for a bit. At least that's how it worked with us. She raised an eyebrow. Only his head was up and he his eyes were closed. He was oblivious to the world. Finally Kate cleared her throat and he looked down, blinked in surprise as though he'd been completely checked out of reality.

  "Oh," he said with a sheepish smile. "Sorry…"

  And he finally released his grip on Kate's thighs. He pulled out with a pop. I looked down at the spot where he'd just been in between her legs and my cock throbbed as I saw a trickle of his come starting to leak out of her.

  Sure I'd been treated to that sight on plenty of occasions in the past when I'd pulled out of her and it was my own come leaking out. There was just something about watching and knowing it was another man who'd been inside her that really got me going.

  I locked eyes with Kate and she smiled. Despite having that freshly fucked look, despite being a complete mess with her hair completely disarrayed and her body covered in other men's semen, she looked absolutely beautiful. She looked more beautiful than I think she'd ever been, save perhaps for that magical day when the doors to the church sanctuary opened and she started walking down the aisle in a white dress to be my wife.

  I moved over and took her hand, once again the hand she'd used to jerk off Trevor. I looked down at her and grinned.

  "So did you have fun honey?" I asked.

  "You bet, how about you?" she asked.

  "Damn straight I did!" I said.

  I wanted to say more, I wanted a chance to have a little of my own of fun with my wife. God knows I was turned on enough with my cock threatening to break through my shorts as I looked down at her.

  Only I was interrupted. Voices from the entrance.

  "Your time is almost up guys!" someone shouted.

  I nearly had a heart attack. My heart was pounding in my chest and I suddenly felt as though I'd run a marathon I was breathing so hard. Only it seemed that was just a warning shout. No one actually came into the room to see what we were up to.

  "Damn," I breathed out. "I thought for sure…"

  Kate also looked a little scared. "I know what you mean baby."

  She looked down at the mess she was in. At the way her body was covered in come. And she seemed just a little annoyed, just a little bit of my wife who didn't care for me coming all over her face was back. It was still tempered by how turned on she seemed to be, but it was also nice to know my wife was still there under the forbidden temptress who'd just done such crazy things with these three guys.

  She looked around to them and her voice was demanding, brooking no nonsense.

  "I need to clean up," she said. "Which one of you lucky boys is going to give me your shirt so I can wipe off?"

  The three of them looked at each other, suddenly unsure. And then Trevor shrugged and leaned down to dig through his pack. "I think I have a T-shirt in here somewhere I just bought," he said. "I'm sure that would do, right?"

  Kate smiled. "Definitely."

  9: Bigger Fish

  We managed to get Kate cleaned up and ready to go before their time was up. Most of their allotted time was taken by the fuck session, but there was still enough time for us to make our way through the rest of the dungeon. And it was a good thing too. It would've looked weird for us to come out at the entrance, so we booked it.

  Getting Kate cleaned up had been a little awkward. She was covered in come, and it quickly started to dry. She was less than thrilled about the idea of putting her costume back
on and potentially getting that stuff all over it, but I managed to save the day by pulling out a water bottle and giving her an impromptu bottled water bath using a second T-shirt from David to wipe her down.

  Once we were out they tried to get her number, but Kate wasn't falling for that. No, she took theirs.

  "You think we're actually going to do anything with that?" I asked as we made our way back towards the hotel. That quick cleanup job she'd done with a couple of T-shirts and some bottled water wasn't going to do the trick long-term. Not by a long shot. My wife was in desperate need of a shower.

  Hell, the way my cock was throbbing I was in desperate need of some alone time with my wife!

  "I don't know if we're going to do anything with their number," she said. "But we've still got a few days left at the convention, and I figured it would be a good idea to have a backup plan just in case."

  I nodded. That made sense. And then her words really sank in. I stopped and she took a few steps before she realized I'd stopped. She turned and raised an eyebrow. An obvious question plain on her face.

  "Is something wrong honey?" she asked.

  "You said backup plan," I said.

  "Yeah?"

  "Having a backup plan implies that you have a plan to do this again, and those three guys are the consolation prize if whatever you're planning doesn't work," I said.

  Kate grinned and shook her head. "Well of course silly! You want to have more fun while we're here at the convention, don't you?"

  I paused and thought about that. I watched the crowds passing us by. In particular I watched the convention goers who were looking at my wife. Men and women alike were staring at her with open fascination, and in the hyper aroused stated I was feeling I would agree to anything. Just feeling their eyes running over her was almost as intense as watching those guys fucking her earlier. That's how turned on I was!

  "I suppose we can have some more fun," I said. "But that seemed like kind of a once in a lifetime…"

  Kate moved forward and wrapped her arms around me. Leaned forward until she was pressing her tight body against mine. My cock was throbbing against her stomach. I could smell her perfume and something else over all of that. A slightly salty smell. The smell of other men's come wafting up off of her. And that made me dizzy and lightheaded. I knew that down below there was another man's load inside her, moving up inside her body. She'd been very fastidious about cleaning up and making sure there was nothing left leaking out so she wouldn't ruin her costume, though I wondered how well that was going to actually work as we walked through the convention center. It was a long way back to the hotel.

  Not that I cared about any of that shit in the moment. No, the only thing that truly concerned me was her body pressed against mine. I closed my eyes and took in a deep shuddering breath. I enjoyed the feel of her, the smell of her, and as she pulled my head down and I moved my lips down to press against hers I enjoyed the taste of her. The taste of her lips. And a new slightly salty taste that I could only imagine was left over from having another man's cock on her lips.

  I pulled away from the kiss, just a brief one since we were walking through the middle of the convention floor after all and it wouldn't do to start making out what we were down here, and grinned at her.

  "So out with it," I said. "What's your plan?"

  She smiled. "Well you said that was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity… But it seems to me that opportunity is where you make it. Especially when your wife is wearing an outfit like this that seems to bring men under her control…"

  "Okay baby," I said. "Out with it."

  "Well I was setting my sights on something bigger than a bunch of college geeks. Pulling those guys was like shooting fish in a barrel. No, I want to go for the big fish."

  "The big fish? What are you…"

  And then I realized she was looking at something. Something behind me and slightly up. What could possibly be behind me and up? There was nothing up there but the ceiling and some advertising banners. I turned around, followed her gaze, and it fell on one of the many banners that hanging from the ceiling throughout the convention center advertising all the stuff they had for people to go and see.

  I was looking at a banner advertising one of the main attractions. A muscular guy was staring down at the convention floor with smoldering eyes that were guaranteed to get more than a few panties wet as women walked through the convention center.

  I was looking at none other than in Keith Trent. I turned back to a Kate.

  "No…"

  She smiled and nodded. "Oh yes!"

  "How? He probably has women throwing themselves at him all day at these things!"

  Kate kept up that grin and she leaned up and kissed me. "He probably has women throwing themselves at him all the time at these conventions, but how many of them look like me? How many of them are such a close ringer for Sierra Knight?"

  I shook my head. "It's crazy."

  "It might not be as crazy as you think," she said. "Let's get to the hotel room first. I can tell you all about my devious plan when we get there."

  And so once more we were on our way back to our hotel. It was difficult for me to think as we walked through the convention center. I didn't even notice some of the prettier girls walking by in costumes similar to Kate's, though none of them held a candle to the raging bonfire, no, the nuclear furnace of hotness that was my wife in her costume.

  No, I was preoccupied with visions of my wife with Keith Trent. I didn't have to go very far in my imagination either. My wife bore more than a passing resemblance to Sierra Knight, especially in her costume, and Keith Trent had plenty of love scenes with Sierra Knight. So I was just replaying some of those scenes in my head, only instead of Sierra Knight it was my wife's face.

  I had to admit that the idea was definitely intriguing, and it wasn't doing anything to help the rock hard situation between my legs.

  It was probably because I wasn't paying attention that I didn't notice one the costumed hottie making a beeline straight for us. Normally I'd pick up on a girl that hot immediately and do my best to catch a glance without being too obvious, but this time I didn't notice until she was right in front of my wife smiling. I did notice when she also looked to me and grinned.

  I paused, and in my hyper aroused stated I was painfully aware of just how fucking hot this girl looked! To say the girl was a stunner would be an understatement. Blonde hair running down to her shoulders that was highlighted ever so slightly, deep green eyes. A slim and toned figure that was almost like my wife's only her tits were smaller. She also looked to be college aged or maybe recently graduated.

  Damn.

  "Oh my God! I love your costume!" the girl said.

  I took the opportunity of this hottie ogling my wife's costume, an ogling that certainly had my cock's attention let me tell you even though I'd never considered my wife with another girl before when it came to this whole watching fantasy, to get a good look at her costume. Once again, damn.

  She was in a bikini that looked like it was made out of the same material. Heck, she might have even gotten her costume from the same supplier my wife used, though there were enough people providing screen accurate costumes out there that it could have been any of a dozen suppliers.

  She filled it out very well too. She almost looked like a model.

  I know that this whole fantasy weekend was all about my wife having a little bit of extracurricular fun, but looking at this girl was enough to make me think it might be a little fun to have some fun of my own. Of course that was going to stay strictly in the realm of fantasy, but hey, a guy can dream right? Besides, this weekend and what just happened in that live dungeon was proof enough that dreams did come true.

  "Your costume is pretty damn impressive yourself," Kate said. "I'm Kate and that this is my husband Ryan."

  "Nice to meet you Kate," the girl said. She turned to me and I saw something that I figured was just my imagination, but it was still intriguing. It was almost as though she
blushed and then she looked away quickly. Very interesting.

  "I'm Tiffany," she said.

  "Nice to meet you too," Kate said. "It's always good to meet a fellow costumer!"

  "Yeah, but it's pretty rare that I see a costumer as hot as you!" Tiffany said. And then she blushed again. This time there was no missing it. I glanced to Kate to see her reaction. Sure she'd made out with girls a few times back when we were in college, who hadn't, but other than that she'd shown no inclination towards the fairer sex. She smiled, but it was difficult to see if there was any sort of reaction beyond that. Any sort of arousal or special interest in this college hottie standing before us.

  "Well thank you for the compliment," my wife said. "It's always nice to hear that, especially from a girl as beautiful as you!"

  I watched Kate's face intently, my cock and my mind suddenly very interested in this back-and-forth. She called the girl beautiful, but that could just be my wife being polite. It could mean nothing. It definitely didn't necessarily mean that my wife was suddenly interested in bedding this girl, though now that the thought had occurred to me it suddenly seemed a very interesting proposition. Almost as interesting as the idea of her stepping out on me with another man.

  What can I say? This weekend was opening up my world to all sorts of interesting new fantasies!

  The girl blushed again and then she got my undivided attention by reaching into her top. I was staring intently, not even caring that Kate was right there giving me a flat stare. I saw the girl look up at me and flash me a smile as she pulled her top out. As I suddenly got a full view down inside her top, and God what a glorious view it was. She pulled out a card and that brief vision of heaven was gone, but it was burned into my memory.