Kate's Naughty Costume: A Hotwife Novel

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by Lexi Archer




  Contents

  Copyright

  What's A Hotwife?

  1: Inspiration

  2: Scandalous Cosplay

  3: Mistaken Identity

  4: Naughty Pictures

  5: Invitation

  6: The Live Dungeon

  7: Role-playing

  8: Crossing Lines

  9: Bigger Fish

  10: After-Action Action

  11: Devious Plans

  12: Queuing Up

  13: Diversions

  14: Costumed Dalliance

  15: Threesome

  16: Skilled Seduction

  17: Bar Hookup

  18: Star Struck

  19: Action!

  20: New Friends

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  Copyright 2015 Lexi Archer

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  Individuals pictured on the cover are models and used for illustrative purposes only.

  First digital edition electronically published by Lexi Archer, July 2015

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  What's A Hotwife?

  What is a hotwife? It's more of a lifestyle than a term. Put simply, it's a committed couple who has decided to let the woman stray, usually while the husband watches her straying!

  The term is "hotwife," but really it's much broader than that! Married, engaged, or just dating, the only constant is a committed couple who decides to change the traditional rules of that commitment to allow for a little extracurricular fun!

  There are two things that separates the hotwife from cheating or cuckolding: love and respect. The hotwife couple puts their relationship first. The excitement comes from watching the sexiest woman in the world get it on with another guy in the most intimate and personal live porn performance that's possible for two people committed to one another mind, body, and soul!

  My stories are for the couples who are thinking of opening up their relationships. For the men who fantasize about their wives with other men but could never put that feeling into words. For the ladies who think it would be so hot if their fella watched them with another man. For anyone who's ever had an interest in opening their relationship for a little sharing!

  These fantasies are for you. These stories are yours. I hope you enjoy them!

  1: Inspiration

  My wife and I loved to go to conventions, and the geekier the better. And it turns out that going to these conventions led to an experience that changed our lives completely. That changed our marriage completely.

  But I'm getting ahead of myself. Like all stories this one has a beginning, and this beginning was at one of those conventions as we were walking through the dealer hall. I was more a fan of going to panels and maybe getting some autographs while we were at these things, but Kate was there for one thing and one thing only: shopping.

  "Oh my God! Look at those!"

  I followed her gaze over to whatever knick knack had caught her attention. Chances are it would be overpriced and I could find it cheaper online, but coming to conventions to buy stuff was part of the experience so it's not like I begrudged her getting a few knickknacks. Only this time it was definitely interesting. She was looking at a booth filled with corsets, chain mail bikinis, and other ready-made generically geeky costumes that didn't have any specific brand in mind and therefore didn't have to pay any licensing fees to anyone.

  Not that licensing fees or being on the up and up legally was necessarily a concern for the universally overweight bearded guys who seemed to run every booth at every convention ever if the amount of bootleg and "unofficial" merchandise on display was any indication.

  "Really?" I asked.

  "What? You don't think I could fit into something like that?"

  I turned and looked Kate up and down. Gorgeous blonde hair that ran down past her shoulders, a tight slim frame with amazing tits that came out into perfect gravity-defying cones that I loved to suck on. Hips that flared out and an ass that turned heads everywhere she walked no matter what she was wearing. There was no question that she'd be able to pull off those outfits, and she'd be able to pull them off a hell of a lot better than most people I saw in costumes at these conventions.

  I'd simply never expected her to go for this sort of thing.

  "It's not bad, not at all," I said with a shrug. "I just never thought you'd go for these sorts of costumes."

  She sighed got a faraway look on her face. "Yeah, I definitely would rather have a costume from a movie or something that I like. But these look fun enough, don't they?"

  Actually they looked more than fun. And the idea of seeing my wife wearing one of those tight corsets pushing up her tits, or maybe one of those bikinis that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, was starting to get my blood pumping if you catch my meaning.

  What the hell? We were out of town, we were supposed to be having fun. Why not let her have this little bit of fun?

  "So why don't you try something on?" I asked.

  She turned and arched an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

  I shrugged. "Why not. It'll be fun!"

  "I don't know…"

  "Seriously? You were just telling me how cool these look and now that I'm saying go for it you're backing out?"

  "Well I'm not sure if it's actually something I should do… These are kind of risqué!"

  "So? Go for it! They have a little changing room here. Have some fun!"

  She opened her mouth, probably to protest again, when the proprietor of the booth appeared. He was a slightly overweight gentleman with an impressive beard who could've been at any booth at the convention. I didn't miss the way he looked Kate up and down. I never really missed the way guys looked Kate up and down, only there was something about seeing this guy looking at her like that, something about knowing she was the kind of girl, a solid ten, that he could never hope to get and yet he was still staring at her like that, that suddenly had my blood pumping even more, if you catch my meaning.

  Now that was an interesting reaction. Definitely unlike any reaction I'd ever had to a guy checking out my wife that brazenly before. But again, whatever, we were out of town and it's not like it was hurting anything with him looking at her like that. She was completely oblivious anyways, running through corsets until she finally found something she liked. My breath caught as I realized what she'd picked out. An honest to God chain mail bikini. I'd seen girls wearing them, but I'd never seen a girl as hot as my wife wearing one.

  The guy running the booth suddenly looked excited when he realized what she'd picked out. I tried to keep my voice under control, as though I didn't have a care in the world as to what she wore. As though I wasn't suddenly strangely as interested in how this guy was reacting to the idea of her trying on something that skimpy as I was at the idea of her putting on something that skimpy.

  "That's what you want to wear?"

  "Why? Is something wrong with it?"

  "No! Not at all," I said. The last thing I wanted to do was prevent her from putting on that deliciously nonexistent bit of chain mail. "I think it would look totally hot on you!"

  She hesitated, biting her lip in a sexy look I absolutely loved. Then she seemed to come to a
decision. Her face split into a huge grin that made her look positively radiant and I knew she was going to do it. She was going to try the bikini on.

  "Fine," she said. "But only because you've got that look in your eyes."

  I spread my arms and gave her my best innocent look. Of course we'd been married long enough that I knew it wouldn't do a damn bit of good. She always knew when I was up to something, and so she could no doubt tell that I absolutely wanted nothing more in the world than to see her trying that on.

  Of course what she probably didn't realize is that I wanted nothing more than to see her trying on that outfit in front of the good proprietor of this booth. He looked more than interested in seeing her trying it on as well, though he was trying his best to look disinterested as he took the bikini and hung it up next to a small curtained off corner of his booth that had been set up for people to try on his wares.

  She disappeared into the booth and I was left in the awkward situation of standing next to an overweight proprietor with no hair on his head and a massive beard that had gone out of style right around the time the civil war ended looking at me and trying not to look like he'd just been checking out my wife. Not that I cared, but it's not like I could let on to him that I didn't care. Hell, I still wasn't quite sure why I didn't have a problem with it.

  A moment later there was a swish of the curtain and Kate stepped out. My mouth dropped. The guy running the booth stared openly, not even caring that we were both right there and could see what he was doing.

  "Holy shit honey!" I said.

  Her smile was even more radiant than before. "You like!"

  "Holy crap do I like!"

  And boy did I like what I was seeing! She still wore her bra and her panties underneath, but otherwise it was as though she had just stepped out for the beach. Although I guess it would be more appropriate to say she'd stepped out to slay monsters, or whatever it was somebody wearing a chain mail bikini did. Though come to think of it usually bikinis like this seemed designed more to get geeky male attention than for fighting monsters. They exposed enough skin that they didn't seem terribly practical when it came to actual combat, but whatever. This was a convention, not a fantasy battle.

  Kate moved over to a mirror out in front of the booth. I had to chuckle as I realized how strategically this particular bearded booth dude had been with that placement. He could've put a full length mirror in the changing room or even somewhere in the booth, but no. Instead it was out front where women would have to go out and do a quick twirl to see what they looked like in whatever outfit they were trying on incidentally drawing the gaze of every male eye in the vicinity. If that wasn't a good marketing strategy at a convention like this then I don't know what was.

  And as Kate looked at herself in the mirror, completely oblivious to the crowd gathering around her, it was obvious the marketing strategy was working in this case at least. I saw a couple of guys turn to look at her, glancing down at her ass or up to her tits, before they moved along and disappeared in the crowd.

  Not all of them were disappearing in the crowd though. I saw a couple of guys try to get out their phones and sneak a picture, but thankfully someone wearing a con security polo and lanyard moved in and stopped them. I had a feeling they'd probably been stopping people from taking surreptitious pictures out in front of this booth all day long from the way they magically appeared out of nowhere like they'd been lurking and waiting.

  Kate walk back into the booth, still oblivious to all the attention she was getting, and I followed looking her up and down. I couldn't believe how incredibly fucking sexy she looked.

  "So what do you think?" I asked. "Are you going to buy it?"

  "It's nice," she said. "But I don't think I'm going to buy it. Too generic."

  She reached out and looked at the price tag hanging over her shoulder. Her deliciously inviting shoulder that was completely exposed thanks to how this particular outfit was set up. She pulled looked at it and her eyes narrowed as she made a disgusted noise.

  "It's especially not worth it at this price!"

  I looked over to the booth owner to see if he was going to react to that, but he was too busy getting an eyeful to notice she'd just insulted him and said he was charging too much for the outfit. Hell, if I was him I'd feel the same way. I got to see her dressed in a lot less than this on a regular basis, and I was still transfixed by the sight of her in that bikini.

  I thought about that moment in that small booth for the rest of the convention. I thought about when I saw her eyes lingering on a girl in a particularly impressive costume and I could see the wheels turning in her head. I thought about it every time I saw a girl get stopped by a group of guys to have her picture taken and in my mind it was my wife who was getting all of that attention. I was getting ridiculously turned on at the idea of my wife getting all of that attention.

  It was weird, but a new obsession was born that day. An obsession with watching my wife. An obsession with my wife being watched. An obsession with seeing other guys getting turned on by her. And I knew that I had to add fuel to this fire. I had to see her in a costume getting that same sort of attention.

  I thought that's as far as it would go, but I was so very wrong.

  2: Scandalous Cosplay

  Next up in our journey came about six months later when we were getting ready for a big local convention in the middle of summer. The last six months were a flurry of activity. Getting the right material, relearning how to sew. I helped her out where I could, but I have to admit I was completely useless when it came to most costuming stuff. Only the bug had bit Kate, and she was like a woman possessed as she put together her costume.

  "Are you ready?" she asked.

  "You bet your ass I'm ready! Let's see it," I said.

  Kate stepped out into our living room and once more I found my mouth falling open. I couldn't believe just how goddamn sexy she looked! I mean, I could believe how sexy she looked. She was my gorgeous wife after all, but there was something about the naughtiness of the costume she wore, the sheer sexiness, that made my jaw drop.

  "Holy shit baby!"

  Kate giggled. "I seem to get that reaction from you a lot when I'm wearing outfits like this!"

  "Well it's the truth," I said. "Every eye at the convention is going to be on you!"

  She frowned and looked down at her outfit. My eyes followed her gaze and I looked her up and down as well.

  The costume wasn't exactly a bikini, not precisely, but it revealed as much as a bikini would. She was in a dress from Dragonfire, a fantasy book turned into a popular pay cable miniseries that was one of her favorites. I watched it occasionally because it was a fantasy show and you were guaranteed to see some tits every once in a while, but she seemed really invested in the romantic subplots.

  In particular she seemed invested in Keith Trent, the hunky gentleman who played the main love interest and the titular dragon. Yeah, it had people transforming into dragons and back or some such bullshit like that. Like I said, I usually only paid attention to it for the tits or to make sure Kate was getting good and worked up watching old Keith work his half naked magic on the screen. That usually meant that after the show was over I'd be having a little fun of my own with my very worked up wife.

  He was making an appearance at this show too. I figured one meeting with him would be enough to fuel a nonstop fucking session for at least the next week which was more than worth the price of admission for the convention. Hell, seeing her in this bikini was worth the price of admission, and I wondered how the great Keith Trent would react given that Kate was every bit as hot as any California model/wannabe actress they had on that show.

  Kate wore a number that looked a little like the chain mail bikini she'd tried on at that last convention, but aside from being in the bikini family it was completely different. She said the impressive bits were made out of vacuum formed plastic, whatever the hell that meant. The take away I got from her explanations were that some nerds had figured out a
way to make plastic look like their favorite props from various movies. In her case it meant she had something that looked like it was an honest to God plate mail bikini top and bottom, but in reality it was made out of plastic that looked like the real thing thanks to a convincing paint job.

  I got the impression that usually the work on those costume pieces was a little shoddy, a little slapdash, but she'd paid top dollar to get the pieces from someone who was supposedly very good at making those costume pieces because she figured people would probably be looking a hell of a lot closer at her than they would at your normal run-of-the-mill convention costume.

  Looking at her, at how fucking incredible she looked, I was inclined to agree. I couldn't get over how hot she looked. She looked just as hot as the girl starring in that silly miniseries. Maybe even hotter!

  I was inclined to think she was way hotter considering she was my wife and I got to fuck her whereas the closest I was ever going to get to any of the hot starlets on that show was a little fun with On Demand and a box of tissues next to the bed when Kate wasn't around to see my shame.

  "Damn," I whispered. "Every guy in that place is going to be all over you!"

  Kate looked at me and there was an obvious question on her face. "I haven't said anything about it so far, but the entire time I've been building this costume you've been talking about other guys staring at me. Is there something you want to tell me?"

  I felt ice settle in the pit of my stomach. I felt lightheaded. I didn't think I was being that obvious, damn it. I glanced around the room looking for an escape, but I knew there was no way I was getting out of this. I was firmly planted on the couch, a game controller in my lap with the game paused. She was between me and any escape.

  This wasn't a conversation I wanted to have with my wife. I didn't want my secret fantasy coming out even if it had taken such complete control of my erotic imagination that it was almost all I could think of. And apparently it had me inadvertently confessing my secret desire through offhand comments about guys staring at her. Kate stared at me with her arms crossed under her breasts which looked so delicious in that outfit, looking at me expectantly with her head cocked in an expression meant she wasn't moving until I gave her an answer.

 

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