Kate's Naughty Costume: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  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!"
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  "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.

  She looked up at me one more time, a quick darting glance, and then and I could swear it looked like she was blushing again. I still had trouble believing it. I was a good-looking guy, even if I had managed to marry up by pulling in Kate, but I just had a hard time believing that a young hottie like this would be that interested in an older guy like me. Even if I was only anywhere from five to ten years older depending on how off I was on guessing her age.

  Not that it mattered if she was interested in an older guy like me considering I was married and everything. As far as I was concerned the fantasy arrangement for someone stepping out within the confines of our marriage went one way. That was just how the fantasy worked.

  Still. As I looked her up and down it was nice to dream.

  Tiffany handed her card over to my wife. It looked to be some sort of business card with a bright color scheme and a picture of her right on the front, though I couldn't see what was written on it. Kate took it and her eyes ran back and forth over the card.

  "Costume Damsels?"

  "We do modeling in costume," the girl said. "Some of it's PG-13, and some of it can get a little more risqué if you want it to. Only if you want it to though. I saw your costume, saw how beautiful you were, and I had to at least give you a card!"

  Kate looked at me and smiled. I felt my cock throbbing. First everything that happened in that Live Dungeon and now this? I was ridiculously excited for a couple of reasons. The first was the idea of my wife modeling for some organization like that was fucking hot. The idea of a bunch of men looking at pictures of her and getting off was so fucking sexy.

  The second reason was that girl mentioned some of the stuff was more than PG-13. I found myself making a mental note of that organization's name. I'd have to go and check it out later when I was in front of the privacy of my own computer. I just hoped this girl in particular had done some of that "beyond PG-13" stuff she was talking about.

  "I'm flattered," Kate said. "I don't know if this sort of thing is really up my alley though…"

  Tiffany reached out and put a hand on Kate's. She blushed again. Her skin was fair enough that it was fairly obvious every time she turned red. Especially considering how little she was wearing in that costume.

  "Just consider stopping by our booth," she said. "Even if you're not interested in modeling, I'd love to talk over some costuming pointers with you!"

  Kate smiled at the girl and then shot me a look that was unreadable. She took the card and pulled her own top out, giving me a good view of my wife's tits that I never got tired of no matter how many times I saw them. Only my eyes immediately went to Tiffany's face. I was far more interested in seeing how she'd react to my wife's tits suddenly being put on display than I was in looking at my wife's tits on this particular occasion.

  Sure enough the girl's eyes bugged out and she actually licked her lips. I also looked over to Kate and saw a small thin smile play across her face. She'd done that on purpose, of that there was no doubt in my mind. This was getting more and more interesting, and it was just adding a whole new layer of fantasy that was providing fuel for a fire that was already burning out of control.

  "I'll think about that," Kate said. "But if you'll excuse me. My husband and I need to be getting back to our room and…"

  "Of course!" Tiffany said with a grin. "I really hope to see you later." She looked at me and back to Kate. "Both of you!"

  I took in a deep breath and let out a long shuddering sigh as she walked away. I couldn't help myself. It was just so nice watching her walk away. Almost as fun as watching my wife walk away in her costume.

  "Enjoying the show honey?" Kate asked.

  I shook myself and then looked at my wife with a sheepish grin. She smacked me on the shoulder, a playful smack.

  "Don't worry!" she said. "It's not like I have any room to talk considering everything you let me get away with today!"

  I grinned. Even if I didn't expect any sort of reciprocation for my fantasy it was nice to know that my wife was nice enough to give me that consideration.

  "I think we need to get back to our room," I said.

  Kate glanced down to my cock which was straining in my pants from a mixture of everything that had happened.

  "I think you're right," she said. And so she turned and I was treated to the wonderful view of her ass as we left the convention center.

  10: After-Action Action

  I figured I had remarkable restraint once we got back to the hotel room. Especially considering how turned on I was. Especially considering that it felt like I didn't even need to unzip or unbutton my shorts to get them lose. No, all I needed to do was flex the muscles in my pelvis, get my cock to twitch, and it would send zipper and buttons flying everywhere.

  Only I did nothing of the sort. I waited until Kate had gone into the bathroom and started the shower. I waited until she was out of her costume.

  Unlike those college guys who'd been eager to the point of risking destroying her costume, I was going to be a gentleman. I wasn't going to risk breaking the merchandise, you can bet! The last thing I wanted was to ruin the sexy times by pissing her off.

  I just hoped that none of the emissions from those gentlemen had actually managed to get onto her costume and stain it. Otherwise that might be the end of our fun no matter how much she seemed to want to go after Keith Trent.

  She disappeared into the bathroom and then returned a moment later completely naked. I eyed her up and down, the vision of her completely naked, covered in other men's come , one guy pumping his load inside her pussy flashed through my head.. A load that was probably still in there despite her best efforts to clean out.

  I kicked myself for that one. The next time we pulled something like this I was definitely going to have to make sure she had some sort of protection in place. We were potentially playing with fire here in more ways than one, and a potential infection was one of those ways.

  Luckily she was on birth control, so it's not like we had to worry about the world's oldest sexually-transmitted infection at least.

  She walked towards the bed and I followed. She seemed oblivious to me following behind her. I stared at the way her ass swayed, and I imagined those guys staring at her ass. I imagined Keith Trent staring at her ass.

  I wondered if she actually could pull it off. I figured if anyone was going to be able to pull something as audacious as that off it would be my wife. Still, acting like a groupie at a convention for
some hot star who probably had thousands of women coming by his booth asking for autographs and insinuating that they'd gladly be his groupie? It seemed like a tall order just because of the numbers game, even if my wife was hotter than most of the women you saw at these conventions!

  She leaned over and looked in her suitcase which gave me a nice view of her ass. Still I waited. I could bend down and take her right there, but I wanted to wait. I wanted to make sure this was perfect. More than anything, I wanted to give her one hell of a surprise.

  And I did. I was gratified with a yelp as she finally turned around and realized I was standing right behind her. She looked up at me, saw the look in my eyes, and smiled.

  "Not now baby," she said. "You know I have to get cleaned up…"

  Whatever it was she was about to say, I never gave her a chance to finish that particular thought. No, with a growl I bent down, lifted her, and in one smooth move I threw her down on the bed. She giggled as I climbed over her and then that giggle turned to a gasp as I finally pressed my cock against her pussy.

  "Baby! I have to clean…"

  "No," I said, pushing her down as she tried to get up. I thought back to how commanding Tim had been and how much she'd enjoyed it. I grinned and she returned the smile. Her breathing was starting to pick up and it was obvious she was still just as turned on as I was feeling. Although it was impossible to think she could possibly be as turned on as I was feeling!

  "I need you now," I said. "I need you before you clean up!"

  "Oh my," she said. "Is this another part of your naughty fantasy? Taking your wife while she's covered in other men's juices?"

  I lost consciousness for a minute. Or at least it seemed like I lost consciousness. Whatever it was, those words drove me absolutely wild. When I came back to reality I was staring down at her and my shirt was off, thrown to the side.