Between Friends: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  It was just a full cascading series of events that was leading to one massive hard on smashed between our bodies, a hard on that made me desperately want to flip Kate around and bury my cock inside her.

  I played nice though. I refrained from doing anything of the sort. I wanted to hear the rest of her plan before we got up to any more festivities. Besides, I figured after all the "fun" she'd had today she might appreciate a breather anyways.

  "Anyways," Kate said. "Back to the gossip. It turns out he's getting steamy with her on screen, but he'd like nothing more than to get steamy with her off screen. Only she's not interested if you believe what you read in the gossip blogs."

  "You know what I think about believing what you read in those gossip blogs," I said.

  Another smack on the chest, this one a little harder. "Hush. I'm talking here."

  "And I'm listening," I said.

  "I figure if Keith wants to get with the great and hot Sierra Knight, and with all these guys who keep thinking I'm her when they see me from behind or from a distance, maybe we could give him the next best thing…"

  I laughed and shook my head. "There are a lot of ifs and buts involved in that plan babe," I said. "It would take a miracle to pull it off."

  Kate shrugged. "In that case we'll just go for plan B."

  "What's plan B?"

  She grinned and reached down to grab my cock. Started running her soapy hands up and down its length in a most distracting way.

  "If the resemblance to Sierra Knight doesn't pull him in then I'll just rely on my feminine charms. I figured that should be more than enough to draw him in!"

  I laughed and shook my head. A laugh that quickly turned to a groan as she kept up her attention on my cock. "That's a crazy plan," I said. "But it just might work."

  "It worked on you," she said.

  "That's true…"

  "So when are we implementing plans A and/or B?"

  "I was thinking right after we hopped out of the shower. I'm going to have to give the costume a once over to make sure there aren't any embarrassing stains on it, but other than that we should be good to go."

  "Fine by me!"

  The only problem with that plan was convention scheduling. it turned out there were a couple of spots where there were potentially dried stains on the thing and she'd insisted on scrubbing them out with water before we went back onto the convention floor. By the time she got done fussing over her costume the dealer hall was already close to packing up.

  It was an honest mistake. The dealer hall was open until seven or eight, I didn't remember which it was, but it should have been plenty of time. The only problem was that even though the mercenary bastards slinging overpriced merch at convention booths were more than happy to stay until the dealer hall closed down to squeeze the maximum amount of money out of hapless convention goers who didn't realize they could probably get everything on display at a much cheaper price online, the stars didn't seem to feel the same way. By the time we got down to the rows of booths where the celebrity talent was set up it was a ghost town.

  "Oh," Kate said as she surveyed the empty booths.

  "Oh is right," I said. "Where is everybody?"

  I got even more of a sinking feeling as we made our way along the row of booths. All of them had signs out front and almost all of them said that whatever celebrity guest was supposed to be sitting there would be back tomorrow. They even had their schedules put up for everyone to see.

  I hadn't realized they even had schedules. I just assumed they would be out there as long as the dealer hall was open. Damn it.

  We walked past Sierra Knight's booth and I stared with particular interest wondering if I was going to get a glimpse of the goddess of the small screen miniseries herself, but unfortunately she was nowhere to be seen. All I saw were a couple of girls who dressed in costumes very similar to Kate's. Both looked pretty hot, and they were involved in some sort of deep whispered conversation. They kept glancing over towards Sierra Knight's empty booth. I figured they were probably down here for the same thing as us. Hoping to meet a celebrity and going bust because they didn't realize there was a time limit.

  Tough luck, random hotties wearing random vacuum formed bikinis. Maybe they'd have better luck tomorrow. I was starting to think we were going to have to wait until tomorrow as well. We were getting towards the end of the row where the bigger celebrities were. Sierra Knight's booth was proof we were getting into A-list territory. At least A-list for right now. It had been my experience that most of the time if you wanted a celebrity's autograph at a discount all you really had to do was wait a few years until their career wasn't doing as well as when they were burning bright.

  Of course where the whole "waiting a decade for a discount" scheme broke down was when you had an A-lister who was absolutely going to get traffic no matter what. Particularly when I had a wife who was very much interested in meeting that A-lister no matter what it cost.

  Usually meeting them didn't cost anything. It was the autograph they charged for. Only it looked like we weren't going to get a meeting or an autograph. We definitely weren't going to get that opportunity for my wife to work her charms on the guy and try to get into his good graces and, hopefully, into his pants shortly after that.

  As we approached his booth it was obvious even from a distance he wasn't there. For one thing there wasn't a massive line snaking around the edges of the convention center full of women and the occasional man who was either gay or an unfortunate husband who was being dragged along. I'd seen the pictures of some of the lines that formed for the guy, and they were massive. Only now there was absolutely nothing. Just a couple of women staring at his schedule and not looking happy about it.

  I knew when we got up to have a look at that schedule ourselves we weren't going to like what we saw there. Oh well, I guess it couldn't be helped.

  "Damn," Kate said.

  I reached out and patted her on the back. "It's okay baby," I said. "He's going to be here for the entire weekend. There's no reason we can't catch him some other time!"

  "I know… I'd just been hoping…"

  "I know exactly what you were hoping," I said. "But haven't you had enough excitement for one day? Maybe it would be a good idea to get a nice meal and go to bed early?"

  Kate sighed and her shoulders slumped. It was obvious she was tired, even if she wasn't willing to admit it. No, it definitely would be a good thing to get a meal in her and get her back to the hotel room where she could recuperate and recover from all the fun she'd had today.

  "I guess you're right," she said. "We should at least check out the schedule though. See when he's going to be here tomorrow."

  "Fine by me," I said.

  We peered at the schedule, but it was hard to see because of the women blocking it. I cleared my throat and one shot me a dirty look, but moved to the side. There was plenty of room for everybody to stand and have a look. I didn't know why she had to be such a bitch about it.

  Apparently that wasn't the end of the bitchiness from this woman though. She looked at me first and then her eyes moved to my wife. Her eyes ran up and down Kate, took in her body, took in her costume, and then she rolled her eyes and let out a disgusted noise. I had to stop myself from opening my mouth and giving this bitch a piece of my mind. She was probably just jealous that one of her ass cheeks couldn't fit in the entirety of my wife's bottoms, but I knew Kate didn't like it when I started talking like that. Even if the person was acting like a first-rate bitch and deserved it.

  "Did you have a problem?" Kate asked.

  Well then. It took a lot to get my wife fiery like that, but apparently she'd noticed this woman acting like a bitch.

  "Not from a poser like you," the girl said.

  Kate threw her head back and laughed. My only regret was that there weren't more people around to witness the smack down that I had a feeling was coming.

  "Poser? Did you spend hundreds of hours putting together a costume so you could look like one of th
e characters in Dragonfire?"

  "Well no," the girl said. "But I know you're only putting that on for attention. It's not like you watch the TV show. You're not a real fan!"

  "Watch the TV show? Bitch, I've been reading the books since the first one came out. I've been a fan of this series since you were probably still in elementary school and still learning how to read! Don't talk to me about not being a true fan."

  The girl's mouth worked for a moment, she definitely did look younger though I was starting to have trouble telling the age on anyone who was younger than about twenty-five even though I was only about five years older than that. She stared for a moment, and then she turned in a huff. "Let's go!"

  Her friend looked to her and then to us, then followed. They stormed off. I'd like to joke that I could feel the vibrations, but that wasn't really the case. Besides, it's not like that was a terribly charitable thought. Kate certainly wouldn't appreciate it.

  "What a bitch!" Kate said.

  "I'm right with you on that one," I said. "She was probably just jealous of how damned good you look in that costume."

  Kate rolled her eyes. "I just wish we could get along with other fans. I wish people didn't insist on getting into dick waving contests at these conventions!"

  "I'm right with you on that babe," I said. "But I don't think it's going to change anytime soon."

  Kate sighed and turned back to her inspection of the schedule. It looked like he was definitely gone for the rest of the day. Our first chance to see him was going to be around 11 o'clock tomorrow morning, and then he'd be in and out for the rest of the morning and afternoon.

  I shrugged. "Looks like we missed him," I said. "But there's always tomorrow!"

  "Yeah, let's get some dinner," Kate said. "There's always tomorrow, and it's going to be one hell of a day!"

  I still thought she was crazy. I still thought there wasn't a very good chance this would actually go anywhere. But at the same time I was willing to indulge her. More than anything I found myself hoping she wasn't crazy. That she actually would succeed. Because that would be fucking hot!

  And it would finally give me something interesting to think about during those scenes when Keith Trent was shirtless on TV. The memory of him with my wife would forever make those scenes worth it. Well, worth it beyond getting her worked up.

  Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.

  12: Queuing Up

  "Are you ready?" she asked.

  I looked at the crowd surrounding us. We close to where we'd been the day before. She was back in her costume and it looked every bit as stunning today as it had the day before. She looked every bit as stunning today as she had the day before. Maybe even more so, because she'd put extra effort into looking good considering what she was planning for today.

  "I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be," I said. "Though I still don't think this is going to work."

  It was considerably more difficult to make our way through the crowd today than it had been the night before. Mostly because there actually was a crowd out on the convention floor today. There was that long line of women stretching around the edge of the dealer hall. There were other people crowding in shorter lines to see other celebrities.

  I noted with interest that Sierra Knight was nowhere to be found. There were guys standing there looking disappointed, and it looked like from her schedule she should have been there, but nothing. There was just someone with a convention center polo on who was talking to some angry guys at the front of the line. Amazing that she was so hot that she could get a line to form even when she wasn't there. There was also somebody who looked to be part of the convention center security staff who was talking into a radio.

  Obviously nobody expected her to be MIA today. I wondered what was going on there, but then I was pulled away and we made our way towards the booth where Keith Trent was waiting. I knew he was waiting there because of the aforementioned line of women, gay guys, and unfortunate boyfriends and husbands who were getting dragged along to meet their wife's favorite shirtless actor.

  Of course if those guys were anything like me they'd probably enjoy reaping some the benefits they'd get from meeting Keith. I had a feeling most of the women in that line were exactly like my wife in that respect.

  Still, that was one hell of a line. I looked at it, my eyes ran down the entire length, and I realized that we would potentially be waiting in line for hours to see him. I looked to my wife wondering if we were about to wait those hours. There was never any question that I'd be waiting those hours in line if she wanted to.

  Only her expression told me that maybe there'd be a reprieve. Her eyes ran down the long line and then returned to the booth where Keith was presumably signing, though we couldn't see anything since he was hidden away behind the curtains that passed for "walls" on most of the con booths.

  Kate tapped a finger against her chin, a sure sign she was thinking things over. Though I had no idea exactly what it was she was thinking over. I hoped she was thinking that we could come back later and beat what was obviously a morning rush to get Keith's signature. It didn't look like most of the people who were in that rush would be seeing much of the rest of the convention any time soon.

  "Penny for your thoughts," I said.

  " I was just thinking that I'm not really in a mood to wait in line for hours," she said.

  "Then what are you in a mood for?" I asked.

  She looked at me with a thin smile on her face. I had a feeling she knew exactly what I was hoping for, and the fact that she was looking at me with that "got you" smile told me that wasn't probably in the cards. Still, a guy could hope.

  "Not going back to the hotel room if that's what you're thinking big boy," she said.

  Damn.

  She reached into her top, giving me a view of her tits for a moment and I licked my lips. I glanced around and saw at least one guy stop mid-stride which caused a chain reaction backup of traffic in the hall with people slamming into him, though he had enough heft that the telescoping line of people hitting him didn't seem to faze the guy. He stared, slack-jawed, as my wife's tits came into view and disappeared again behind her costume as she pulled out a card. A card that was covered in swirling colors and had an image of a girl in a costume on the front.

  "I was thinking maybe we could stop by that booth," she said. "Something tells me we might be able to have a little fun there."

  I thought back to the hottie who'd approached us yesterday. I thought about how sexy she'd looked. How she'd seemed a little unsure of herself, but also seemed interested in both me and the missus. Well, it was probably wishful thinking hoping that she was interested in me as much as she was interested in Kate, but stranger things had already happened on this visit to the convention.

  Yeah, I was definitely up for another meeting with her.

  "I just hope she's still there," Kate said.

  "Lead on," I said.

  And so we left the crowded confines of the actor's alley and plunged back into the dealer hall proper which was rapidly filling up as more and more people streamed in from their hotel rooms. I glanced back at the line for Keith Trent's booth and noted that it seemed to be getting longer rather than shorter, but I didn't say anything to Kate.

  Maybe it was selfish, but I couldn't help but think that if I mentioned the line was getting longer rather than shorter then it might convince my wife it was a good idea to go ahead and wait in line after all. Even with my phone to occupy me I didn't think I could handle waiting that long for a chance to meet a guy that I didn't particularly care about meeting in the first place beyond the potential for that meeting to get my wife hotter than an egg on a sidewalk in the middle of Phoenix in the summer.

  That wasn't the most selfish reason for not telling her the line was getting longer though. No, the main reason I was reluctant to say anything about that line was because getting in line meant we wouldn't be going to see the hottie at that Costume Damsels booth.

  I really wanted to se
e that girl and the Costume Damsels booth.

  So I kept quiet. The line had to go down by the time we got back. It couldn't possibly keep getting longer throughout the day. We'd just got caught up in the morning rush. That's what it had to be.

  I looked over my shoulder one more time. The line was even longer. Damn.

  13: Diversions

  Navigating the rapidly filling dealer hall was a bit of trouble. Getting anywhere in that place was next to impossible due to a combination of the narrow aisles, the press of bodies, and the way groups of people would stop to rubberneck in front of a particularly popular booth.

  And it looked like the most popular booths were the ones that had something to do with women in skimpy clothes. We passed one booth that was selling figures imported from Japan from some popular anime or manga. Something like that. I couldn’t really tell. I wasn’t a huge anime dork. No, video games were my drug of choice, thank you very much.

  Then there was the booth where they had pillows and towels with female anime characters plastered on them. Female anime characters who were wearing entirely too little, in my humble opinion. Some of them also looked entirely too young. The crowd in front of that particular booth was larger than I cared to think about.

  Both in terms of stomach girth and the size of the crowd. Burn!

  And of course none of that was taking into account the crowd that seemed to gather around Kate and me wherever we went. It seemed like we still couldn’t take more than two or three steps without somebody standing in front of us with a camera held out, or a flash going off right in front of us. I had to blink the bright spots away every five or six steps to make sure I could still see where I was going. I had to step in front of Kate on more than one occasion to make sure a flash didn't go off right in her face, and there were a couple of occasions when she very nearly swatted a phone or an expensive looking camera out of some guy's hands and I had to step in between before the person who very nearly lost their expensive piece of equipment got dangerously belligerent.