by Lexi Archer
It was a moment that seemed to stretch on into eternity. It was a moment that was over far too soon. No sooner had I started exploding inside that beauty than it felt like I was coming down from that high. The darkness around my vision went away, I started to regain some of my senses, I loosened my grip on her hips, and I saw Kate pull away from her.
I didn’t want to pull out. I was so focused on the intensity of the feelings, on the sudden wave of exhaustion that was passing over my body, that I couldn’t do anything but lie back and focus on the lingering sensation of that orgasm. I closed my eyes, concentrated on breathing and the sensation of Tiffany’s pussy wrapped around my cock. On the feeling of my wife's body so close.
I felt lips pressed into my own, opened my eyes and saw Kate leaning down to kiss me gently, softly.
“Did you have fun?” she asked
“Fuck yes,” I said.
I looked up to Tiffany who was smiling down at me, her pussy still wrapped around my cock.
"Damn!" Tiffany said.
"That's right!" I said. I was covered in sweat. I felt like I was in real danger of collapsing. Already we'd broken so many boundaries in our marriage, but this is one experience I'd definitely never expected! Then again this seemed to be a day for unexpected things to happen.
"Do you still have my card?" Tiffany asked.
"Of course, Kate said.
"Actually I have a better idea," Tiffany said. "Here, give me your phone."
Kate handed her phone over and Tiffany thumbed at it. I cocked an eyebrow, suddenly intrigued. It seemed like we were just collecting phone numbers from college-aged hotties, male and female alike, on this trip. It was the power of that costume.
Tiffany finished tapping and handed it back over to my wife. "Here you go! Give me a call. I'll be here all weekend, and I'd like to have some more fun with you!"
Kate looked at her phone, looked up at Tiffany, and then to me with a mysterious smile on her face.
"I look forward to it," she said.
16: Skilled Seduction
Things didn't look so good when we got back to the actor's part of the convention. It took a little while to get Kate's costume resituated, but thankfully being in the middle of a booth that was designed specifically for costuming made it a hell of a lot easier for Kate to get everything back in order than yesterday when we had to go back to the hotel.
Not that it helped one bit. If anything the line was longer now than it had been when we were there earlier in the morning. I guess my fears when I saw the line getting longer and longer earlier in the day were well founded, but I wasn't going to breathe a word of that to Kate.
The line seemed to stretch on forever, and off in the distance I could see more people getting in line even as others left. It was obvious from the number of people getting in line versus the pace at which people were getting their one-on-one time in the booth that it was going to be awhile if we decided to wait.
Hell, if I remembered his schedule right then there was a good chance even if we got in line we wouldn't be getting in to see him by the time he decided left for the day.
"I don't know if this is going to work honey," I said. "I don't know if we're going to be able to meet him even if we do get a spot in line."
Kate looked up at me and smiled. "Are you kidding? What makes you think we're going to do something silly like wait in line?"
I cocked an eyebrow. "What exactly did you have in mind? I thought the whole point of leaving for awhile was to let the line die down, which it obviously hasn't?"
She reached up and patted me on the cheek. Then she turned back towards his booth. "That was Plan A. Now that the line is even longer we're going to Plan B. We're going to have to be careful, but I think we can pull it off."
I sighed and wondered what fresh potential trouble we were about to get into, but I knew even as she said it that I was going to go right along with whatever she had planned. There was never any question there. Besides, everything she'd pulled this weekend had worked out incredibly well so far. Who was I to doubt her at t his point?
Not to mention that after that insane experience we'd just shared with Tiffany I'd be willing to go along with just about anything Kate wanted to do even if I wasn't contractually obligated to do so by the ring on my finger. I shook my head and wondered what we were about to get into.
She turned, but instead of going for his booth she moved around to a corridor that ran up behind the booth. For a moment I panicked, wondering if her plan was to sneak into his booth from the other side. The booths were separated by cloth partitions and it would be easy enough to go through that cloth if you didn't care about getting kicked out of the convention and probably banned for life. Only when she got to the spot where he was, it was easy to tell because he was almost up against the wall with only another corridor separating him from the convention center walls, she didn't move to go under the cloth. It was a wonder more people didn't try that.
Though I suppose convention security probably took a very dim view of that sort of thing.
Kate turned and then she was walking down the hall next to his booth. I cocked an eyebrow but followed. She walked straight past his booth and started pushing her way through the line. A couple of people acted confused, but when they got a look at the hair and the outfit they started parting and everyone started whispering.
"Sierra?" I heard a deep voice say from inside the booth. It was fairly easy for me to hear since, again, there was nothing but cloth separating us. I realized exactly what Kate's plan was. Exactly what the devious scheme was she'd worked up.
Damn. My wife really was devious!
Of course she wasn't going to wait in line. All she had to do was walk past his booth and, probably from an angle where he couldn't see her face right away, cause a little bit of a stir to get his attention. Devious. Absolutely and completely devious.
I shook my head in wonder.
"Sierra! I thought you weren't coming to the con today," the voice rang out again.
That caused a stir of its own. I wasn't sure what the convention was telling people about Sierra not being at her booth, but from the way people were gossiping apparently no one knew she wasn't making an appearance at all today.
Well it seems that cat was well and truly out of that particular bag.
"Sierra!"
I heard a rustling and then he appeared just as I was rounding the corner. Immediately convention security was there, but they weren't nearly enough to hold back the press of bodies suddenly trying to get in and get a shot at Keith Trent. No, it was as though he was a nice delicious hunk of meat and these women were a bunch of piranha surrounding him trying to get a nice quick bite.
There was a tug-of-war where women pushed one way and convention security pushed the other. Apparently they had a lot of security around him. Something told me this wasn't the first that the crowd got a little rowdy and out of control with him.
I wondered when Kate was going to turn around. When she was going to make it obvious she wasn't who she said she was. I'd heard about playing it close, but this was getting ridiculous.
"Sierra?"
Finally she turned. There was just enough of a hint of desperation to his voice that she probably figured it was time for the big reveal. When she turned around I saw him stop. I saw him blink. And then he looked her up and down.
"Are you talking to me?" she asked, her voice breathy as she batted her eyelashes. She actually batted her eyelashes!
I leaned back against the wall and watched. Something told me the presence of a husband would ruin her plan. And so I watched. Watching was what I enjoyed anyways, so why not?
"Damn," he said. "From behind you looked exactly like Sierra!"
"Oh really?" Kate asked. "And what about from the front?"
"I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but you put her to shame."
I blinked. I couldn't believe it. Had he actually just said that.? Was her plan actually working? It seemed like a one in a
million shot, and yet here it was working perfectly. She even took a moment for a quick "I told you so." It was a quick glance in my direction, so fast I would've missed it if I hadn't been staring at her, but I knew exactly what that look meant. More of that husband and wife telepathy I was talking about.
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 t
hing 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.