TITLE    : The Convention Ch. 01-02
STORYID  : the-convention-ch-01-02
SUMMARY  : Chapters 1 and 2 of a 14 chapter wife-watching novella.
AUTHOR   : feverman@lit
DATE     : 2013-02-22
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |wife watching|mmf threesome|public sex|first time sharing|voyeurism|two men one woman|wife sharing|voyeur husband|


<em>Note: The convention is a hard-core, wife-watching novella that eventually involves corruption, attempted blackmail, betrayal, revenge and heaping helping of forbidden sex of various kinds. I hope you enjoy this installment of the first two chapters. </em>



Chapter 1



'This is actually a very nice affair; much better than I expected,' Katherine Victoria Jackson (Kate for short) thought as she glanced around. The decorations were elaborate, yet tastefully done. Beautifully-dressed women wearing colorful gowns danced and milled around talking with their significant others, the guys all decked-out in tuxedos. The Tuesday night opening gala at the insurance giant's annual convention was impressive. It seemed huge to Kate, so much larger than the previous one she attended, but that had been years earlier. Five? Six? She couldn't remember exactly except she recalled that the venue had been in Columbus, Ohio. Her husband, Cameron, had just mentioned there were probably eight hundred people in the massive Las Vegas Hilton ballroom with them. Both the bright, festive atmosphere of Las Vegas compared to Columbus and the splendor of the event were significant improvements in Kate's mind.



The steak and lobster dinner served at the VIP tables was surprisingly good for convention food. Kate and Cam loved to dance together and both liked the band the company had hired for the evening's entertainment. The group played a combination of rock and roll, blues and romantic love ballads and featured two fabulous vocalists, one male and one female. The old familiar tunes sounded as if they were being performed live by the original artists.



Kate was amazed at how much the convention had grown. Perhaps part of the reason things seemed so different was because of the elevated status they had attained due to Cam's success within the company. After years of hard work, Cam had finally broken into the top fifty sellers, the "top gun club," with the full service insurance company. His sales success meant enhanced status at the convention as well as some other very nice perks back at home, in the regional office in Atlanta.



The opening gala was by invitation only to the top five hundred sellers and their significant others. Cam and Kate were seated at one of the very select tables set aside for the top fifty sellers the previous year and their spouses or dates. This top gun area was roped off up front near the stage used by the keynote speaker, and later on, the band.



Seated together with the Jacksons were three other couples and one unattached man, Lance Danner, all of whom Cam and Kate had met for the first time at dinner. They were the new kids on the block. The other couples and Lance had been in the top fifty previously. Since there would be the same reserved tables for each group of the top gun sales people at each of the evening events, the Jacksons would be seeing a lot of their new friends during the convention. 



The women at their table were all in their thirties or forties, married and attractive. Of the four, two were stunningly beautiful, Kate Jackson and Diane Walker. With their slim, fit bodies, tiny waists, ample breasts and captivatingly beautiful faces, each could have passed as a Las Vegas model, or even as a high class escort. Both had modeling experience, although Kate's was much more extensive than Diane's. Kate was a professional model from Atlanta, Georgia, but only part time in recent years, a raven-haired, olive-skinned doll that could sell men any kind of product. Diane, from Birmingham, Alabama, had flaming, bright, red hair and white, porcelain-smooth, flawless skin, making the contrast between the two beauties very noticeable. Diane had been hired for her fashion modeling talents by one of the exclusive department stores in Birmingham. They sat on the same side of the table and their striking beauty had kept men on both the inside and outside of the corded-off area staring at one then the other all evening. Their delightful sounding southern accents and joyous laughter tickled the ears of every man in earshot of them. 



Kate watched as Lance seated Diane, Tom Walker's wife, after several dances together. Tom didn't like to dance and Diane loved to. Diane had asked Lance, who was sitting next to her, to dance when the band played its first song of the evening. Lance gladly obliged and they had stayed on the dance floor for several more. Kate studied Diane's bright, green eyes, almost the same color as hers, to get a read on her emotional state after dancing with Lance. At first she was just mildly curious, but was more so when she noticed the flushed look on Diane's face. Kate wondered if Diane's rosy cheeks were only from the exercise of their dancing or if something else was going on with her. Diane looked sexually aroused from her time on the dance floor with the handsome, unattached man, but Kate just couldn't be sure of the source of her radiant, feverish-looking glow.



Still standing behind Diane after seating her, Lance caught Kate looking at Diane. He intentionally smiled at the pretty, inquisitive lady. His facial expression was warm and playful, even a little mysterious to her. Kate wondered about the thoughts going through his mind. More specifically, she tried to decipher his smile, to decide if Lance was flirting with her or if he was just being friendly. She had only considered his intent for a second before he winked at her and removed all doubt. Kate felt the warmth swell up from inside her belly when the very attractive man locked eyes with her and smiled again. She looked away, but not before smiling back, albeit with only a quick, little, ladylike grin to acknowledge his attention to her.



Kate made it a point to always let her admirers know in a subtle but unmistakable way that she enjoyed their attention. Unlike many beautiful women who found the never-ending attention of men annoying and felt compelled to put men down for their advances, Kate loved it when men admired her. She didn't even mind when a man attempted to pick her up, which happed numerous times a day when she modeled at product shows. The men's interest was simply flattery to her, a little boost to her ego, so she just brushed them away with understanding kindness and a touch of appreciation, in essence saying, "Sorry, I can't, but I am flattered that you find me attractive." 



So, the fact that Lance was flirting with her didn't seem out of place; it was familiar ground to Kate. What was unexpected, however, was that his attention felt very different to her. She felt the unmistakable tingling and warmth of sexual arousal. "Does he have every woman at our table this turned on?" she wondered. After all, he had been flirting with all the other women at the table also. Kate made the conscious choice to avoid giving Lance the satisfaction of knowing just how attractive and sexy she found him. 



Cam was not oblivious to the fact that Lance had been charming all the women at their table with his winning good looks, impeccable warm manners, and not least of all, his unique way of letting each of the wives see the admiration in his eyes when he looked at them. Cam secretly envied the way Lance could look at a woman and excite her with a simple admiring glance and smile. He caught himself wanting to practice that look by imitating Lance. He had no doubt that Lance's intrigue was one of the reasons he was such a successful salesman. That simple observation turned out to be much truer than Cam could have imagined. He would see Lance work his magic, up close and personal, in a very memorable way before the convention was over.



In spite of Kate's attempt to be discrete, Cam saw his wife was enjoying the attention she was getting from the charming bachelor they had just met an hour or so earlier. It excited Cam that Lance found his wife attractive and was flirting with her, but he also saw Lance flirting with all the other wives at their table, so the attention didn't seem especially personal. At least Lance was not focused solely on his wife.



Lance didn't take a seat after he left Diane. He walked over to Cam and Kate and politely asked them both if he could have the pleasure of a dance with Kate. In spite of her desire to dance with Lance, and the fact that she was flattered by his invitation, Kate said, "Not just now, Lance. We just finished dancing and came back to rest, but thank you so much for thinking of me; perhaps later on."



"Well, Mrs. Jackson, it is a slow song, and you do look especially fit and healthy... if you don't mind me saying so," he told Kate with a barely perceptible grin. He asked, "Do you mind, Cam?"



Cam wanted to see them slow dancing, to see just how aroused his wife might get rubbing bodies with the handsome man. He had secretly fantasized about seeing Kate playing around with another man, even imagined his wife showing off her beautiful full breasts or her sexy, shaved pussy to strangers. In private, when he masturbated, his thoughts went much further. He loved to imagine his wife naked with other men, sucking their dicks and fucking them with wild passionate abandon. Cam had only tried to solicit his wife's cooperation in his voyeuristic fantasy once. It was while they were on vacation in Florida. He tried to talk her into wearing a sexy, see-through top without a bra out dancing one night, just testing the waters to determine his wife's willingness to indulge his fantasy of having her show off her beautiful body in a revealing way. Kate's response was so harsh and unequivocal Cam never brought it up again. It only took a second for the thought of seeing his wife being seduced by Lance to take control of Cam's mind and make his cock pulse and swell in his pants.



"I don't mind," Cam answered Lance before he respectfully added, "...but, it's Kate's call."



Lance didn't ask Kate again. He simply extended a hand confidently to her with another warm, inviting smile. She took his hand, allowing him to help her up and lead her to the dance floor. 



Kate felt the wetness growing between her legs as Lance put his hand onto the bare, small of her back and guided her to the middle of the dance floor. 'I shouldn't be feeling this way,' she thought as they began to dance. The spot Lance chose was just far enough away from Kate's husband that Lance could be suggestively intimate with her without Cam being able to overhear, where he could tempt her with seductive words and test her willingness to play.



Through the crowd, Cam caught glances of them dancing, their bodies held apart at a conservative and platonic distance. They danced well together and talked, each giving the other undivided attention. Before the song ended Cam saw his wife smiling and laughing with Lance with genuine acceptance. He noticed the little, telltale, feminine gestures that revealed his wife's interest in the relative stranger. They were dancing much closer, and even though they were not pressing their bodies together, seeing Kate so physically close to another man aroused Cam. He was encouraged to see Kate had dropped her guard a bit. Cam could imagine there bodies brushing against each other as they danced and their sexual interest in the other escalating. He felt a delightful excitement in his cock as his mind toyed with the fantasy idea of Kate doing more than simply dancing with Lance. 



Lance made no effort to hide his interest in Kate. He acted as if Kate was the most desirable woman he had ever met and it was a wonderful pleasure to have a few precious, semi-private moments with her.



Cam noticed that Kate had not looked back at him during her dance with Lance. That had never happened before. It seemed to Cam that Kate was captivated by Lance's charming manner and that she was somewhat mesmerized by him. Kate looked to Cam to be lost in the moment, as if Lance was arousing something in his beautiful wife in a unique and very different way than Cam had ever seen. The notion that Kate was getting turned on to another man sent a flush of excited warmth over Cam's face. 



When the song ended, Lance held Kate a few seconds longer than necessary and when he let go of her, he didn't step away. His lack of movement left them standing well inside each other's personal space. Cam could see them clearly and he noticed the tension the physical closeness created in Kate, that Lance's lingering proximity pressured her to make a decision and reveal her feelings at that moment.



Cam wondered if Kate would step back and retreat from her dance partner, or perhaps turn away and come back to join him. As Cam watched with focused interest, Lance leaned in and whispered to her, complimented her on her dancing skills and asked if he could have another. "You are the most attractive woman in this ballroom tonight," Lance told her as Kate considered the wisdom of dancing with him again. "It is such an honor to have your undivided attention for even a few minutes."



The look on Lance's face was full of seemingly sincere admiration Kate thought... perhaps even more. She felt a wave of guilt from her growing sexual desires sweep over her. She looked over to see Cam, to read his emotional meter, to see if he was upset or was getting jealous. Cam had just turned his head and was talking with Adam and Kim Madison, another couple at their table.



"Okay. Sure just one more dance, since you put it that way," Kate responded to Lance and caught herself smiling much more openly at Lance. She forced her face to a neutral look, trying to hide the full degree of the warm feelings of sexual attraction she felt for him. Other than numerous times with Cam, she hadn't had such an unexpected rush of desire for a man since the star of the high school football team asked her to the senior prom. Kate felt childish, flushed and excited, and ashamed of it all. Inside her head, she chided herself for letting Lance get to her in such an unacceptable and personal way. "I'm a married woman. I shouldn't be having these kinds of feelings," she thought.



Midway through the second dance, Lance slowly, but forcefully, pressed Kate's body against his and her beautiful, full breasts into his muscular chest. He let out a little, grateful sigh, moaned a low satisfying, "Ummm," into her ear and followed his other suggestive gestures with an admiring, "Nice." Lance let his compliments sink into Kate's psyche for a moment. To cover his tracks in case she felt he was being too aggressive pressing her tits into him, he added the misdirection, "You smell wonderful." 



Kate felt the heat of sexual desire warm her body and fill her imagination. As she enjoyed the aroused feeling of Lance's very personal attention, she instinctively looked across the dance floor to see if Cam was watching. When she saw he was still occupied in conversation, she relaxed and didn't protest the intimacy of Lance's less-than-subtle advances. 



When Lance felt Kate relax and accept his attention he whispered, "Thank you for not pulling away. I'm sorry to be so forward, but I just couldn't let the night pass without holding you close to me at least for one delightful moment."



"This guy is good," Kate thought. She didn't know exactly how to respond or what she wanted to say, so she simply didn't say anything.



Lance read her lack of response for what it was, a married woman firmly in the grips of his charm, but afraid to act on her desire, afraid of what might happen if she did. As he held her to him, her delightful-feeling breasts pressed firmly into his chest, he considered how he might seduce her more and take her to his bed. 



It wasn't only sexual pleasure Lance wanted from Kate. Lance had much more ambitious hopes for the married beauty. His ultimate goal was to recruit Kate into the harem of women he used for other, much more devious purposes. His plan was to bed her first, to thrill her with his sexual skills, and later on, when the time was right, to win her complete loyalty to him. Lance decided to steadily apply his charm-fuel to the fire of desire he had already lit in Kate and look for the opportunity to escalate his efforts, to take Kate's willingness to accept his attention to the next level.



He would need to draw the married beauty much deeper into his web and see her become more willing to act on her desires before he could feel confident that she was going to be a player in his bigger game. But, he could already see the promise of things to come developing in her gorgeous face. She was clearly showing interest in him. Her smiles and gestures all confirmed her receptiveness to his overt, suggestive attention. He could feel the sexual fever growing in her warm, supple body. He felt the intoxicating pleasure of his dominance beginning to slowly engulf the magnificent, married beauty.



When the song ended, Lance looked into Kate's sparkling green eyes and said, "That will always remain a very memorable dance for me. Thank you." He held his gaze until Kate started to say something. With calculated timing, he cut her off before the first words got out of her mouth, saying, "We better get you back before Cam becomes suspicious of us."



As they walked back to the table to join the others, Kate considered his phrase, "...suspicious of us." Did she and Lance have something to hide? Was he feeling the same longing she felt to become more intimate? Suddenly she wished she had pressed her pelvis into him, felt his manhood with her body and knew for sure that he was fully sexually aroused and turned on by her.



Kate's curiosity got the best of her. She wanted to know if Lance was truly tuned on to her. Even if he wasn't yet, could she get him fully aroused? Those questions begged her for answers. "Please ask me to dance again later," Kate told him, "...but only if I wink at you. I need to get a sense of how my husband is doing. If he's getting jealous, I'd better not."



"I think I will just go ahead and ask you to dance again in any case," Lance told her and gave her a big, warm, confident grin, further conveying his interest in her.



Lance seated Kate with her husband. Using a low voice as if not to be overheard by the others at the table, he thanked Cam for allowing him to dance with, "...the most beautiful and wonderful dancer at the convention." He added, "I hope you aren't upset that I kept her for a second dance. Being single and so busy with my work, I don't get to dance nearly enough these days."



"No problem," Cam assured him.



When Lance excused himself from the table to visit the men's room, Cam turned to Kate and whispered, "Did you enjoy dancing with Lance?"



As she responded, he noticed Kate's radiant, flushed face. It was just like the glow he had noticed on Diane's face earlier. The look seemed to be the obvious, telltale signs of both women's sexual arousal. With Kate it was a look he knew well. 



"Yes. He is such a perfect gentlemen and a wonderful dancer," Kate answered in a truthful if generic and uninformative way.



Cam leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Did you get sexually turned on a bit while dancing with him?"



Kate blushed and turned red at the accusing question. She was afraid to deny the truth of his accusation, but was equally afraid to admit that she had become aroused. She decided to try evasion by changing the subject of the discussion. "That is a rude question to ask your wife. Don't send me off to dance with someone and then ask something like that," she fought back.



"Well, love, I didn't send you off to dance with anyone. I told Lance I didn't mind if the two of you danced, but it was up to you. Remember? And, assuming you did get turned on a little, not that I am saying you did, but if you did, I think I might like that," Cam told her.



Kate was caught off guard by her husband's admission. She stared him down for a few seconds as she considered his unexpected response. "Why?" she finally asked.

<hr pg="2" />Cam answered, "That one word question is far too complex to answer quickly, especially here, but I'll give you a couple of my reasons for now. You are an extremely beautiful woman and I am complimented when other men find you as attractive as I do. I have secretly wanted you to be a little more open with other men, to watch you loosen up and be more playful with them. It turns me on to think of men desiring you sexually and you responding to them with my knowledge and approval. Is that enough for a short answer?" 



Kate mulled over his response and wanted to better understand what her husband was saying. She asked, "How far would you like me to take this little fantasy, flirting thing of yours?"



Cam considered her question and how much of his secret fantasy he should share. He decided to be openly honest, thinking this was the best opportunity he had ever had to tell her about his hidden desires. He admitted to his wife, "Without making it a request or even a suggestion that you do anything at all for me, let me share that I sometimes masturbate thinking of you with other men."



"Of me doing what with other men?" she pressed him.



"Everything," Cam told her.



"Hey, the two of you are way too serious over there. This is supposed to be a celebration party," Adam Madison announced loudly. He stood up, walked over and poured them each a glass of champagne. "To many years in the Top Gun Club, friends," he toasted with a big, teeth-showing grin that demanded their attention.



Cam and Kate abandoned any hope of continuing their conversation at that time. They obliged Adam by joining him in his toast.



"Lighten up and have some serious fun, not serious conversations. There is plenty of time for that stuff back home. It's party time in Las Vegas," Adam chided them before moving on to pour champagne for Brian and Dorothy Weeks and to goad them for being too quiet and reserved.



"I need to go to the ladies' room," Kate announced. She picked up her purse and was ready to walk away when Cam said, "I'll visit the men's room while you do. May I walk with you?" 



As they walked to the restrooms, Kate couldn't help but ask, "Are you serious, Cam? Do you really want me to mess around with other men?"



"Only if you want to, only if you do it with me there with you and only if we agree it is just for fun. I don't want anything to interfere with our relationship or with the love we share for each other. Under those conditions, yes, I do," he told her.



"Just fucking unreal!" Kate exclaimed before she walked into the Ladies' room. Her parting comment fully expressed her shock at his revelation, but hadn't actually addressed her willingness or lack thereof. Kate's comment didn't give Cam cause to be terribly optimistic and yet she hadn't actually slammed the door in his face either; at least not yet.



Kate stood in front of the mirror with the water running trying to make some sense of the many unexpected emotions she felt. She was still highly aroused by her time with Lance and in total shock that her husband told her he was willing to let her play with other men and even wanted to watch her to do so! 'If something seems too good to be true, it probably is,' she remembered that warning cliché and frowned at herself in the mirror. Kate shut her eyes and tried to think. Her mind searched for answers to resolve some basic questions, 'How could she do this... could she actually do it... did she truly want to?'



Suddenly she wanted to talk more to Cam about his fantasy. She wanted to fully understand what he saw when he imagined her with another man and how it made him feel. "Did he say man or men? That would be disgusting and sick to actually have sex with multiple men with him watching," she thought, in spite of her having had those exact fantasy visions before, less of course having her husband viewing the action.



Her mind wouldn't settle down enough to think through any possible path forward to a meaningful conclusion. Her sense of pride that she had never been unfaithful to Cam was at odds with her ever-growing interest in the possibilities at hand. The thought of actually having sex with someone new, a lover, was arousing, but it was so against the image she had of herself. Kate's inner conflict left her confused and unsettled. Sure, she had frequently been hit on by men of all ages and types at her modeling jobs, and while she welcomed the attention she got from men and even had some sexual fantasies about certain ones, Kate had maintained her wedding vows. She hadn't given in to the numerous temptations that came her way to taste the forbidden fruit of sexual pleasure with any of the men who had come onto her.



However, Kate realized what was happening here was completely different. This sudden advance from Lance coupled with her husband's willingness to let her play with the man made things totally different, so much so it shocked her inner being and shook at the foundation of her values. Her mind suddenly tossed up the memory of a woman she saw earlier in one of the casinos wearing a shirt that read, "It's not cheating if my husband watches." She had found the t-shirt amusing when she saw it and had chuckled and pointed it out to Cam. But now, the shirt's catchy little message was suddenly much more personal, perhaps even a realistic possibility. 



Kate took the next available stall. She peed and as the last of it passed she spread her pussy lips and exposed her excited clit. Her middle finger rubbed over and around the tender button until she felt her muscles begin to contract and her body tighten in orgasmic bliss. She kept rubbing her clit and all around it until the powerful orgasm passed and the lively flow of her warm, slick cum had stopped. Without so much as a conscious thought Kate stepped out of her panties and dropped the top of her dress away from her body to remove her bra. She tried to stuff them both in her small evening purse. When they wouldn't fit she deposited them both in the towel-disposal can on her way out of the restroom.



Cam was waiting for her and Lance was talking with Ken and Teresa Jones when Kate came walking back to the table with her perky, firm breasts bouncing freely under the thin blue fabric of her dress. She wore a look of confident determination on her face. 



"We need to talk," she announced to Cam.



"How about while we dance?" he suggested.



"Okay," Kate agreed.



As they slow danced, she said, "Feel my ass and tits without making a show of it."



"Wow," Cam replied. "I like."



"Do you really want to see me get intimate with another man?" Kate asked.



As Cam collected his thoughts Kate said, "Let me rephrase that. Do you want to see me get intimate with Lance?"



"Yes, if I can be with you, as in a threesome, and if it is just a fun-fuck for you," Cam told her. He looked her in the eye and asked, "Can you separate sex just for fun in contrast to sex with an emotional attachment?"



"Yes, of course I can separate those things. I love you so much, Cam. As for Lance, I don't have any idea about whether or not he would allow you to be there or to watch us having sex," Kate told Cam, revealing that she was considering his fantasy in a very real way.



"If he wants you bad enough, he will agree to it," Cam assured her.



"How could we go about doing something like this?" she wondered aloud.



Cam smiled at Kate's revealing question. "Dance with him again. Turn him on with your abundant charms and when you feel the time is right, tell him openly and honestly what is going on. A woman as beautiful and desirable as you will have absolutely no problem seducing a horny, single guy like Lance, whether or not her husband wants to watch," Cam told her. He paused and added, "Or, if you're not comfortable talking to him openly, just invite him to join us for a drink in our room and I will tell him what we want while you are in the bathroom freshening up your lipstick."



"Are you positive this is something you want me to do?" she asked the same question as before, but differently, wanting to be absolutely sure of his desire.



Kate winked at Lance as he watched Cam seat her. He immediately noticed the extra movement of her breasts and saw the naked flesh flash before his eyes briefly when she leaned over toward him as she sat. He realized that she had taken off the bra she was wearing earlier and it hit him that she had just signaled him to ask her to dance again. As he put the two together, Lance felt the arousal in his mind seize control of his dick. His cock swelled rapidly in his pants and strained against the fabric for the freedom to grow more.



'Someway, somehow, I am going to become intimate with that beautiful woman before the night is over. After that, I am going to own her,' Lance resolved to himself.



Lance anxiously waited for the next slow tune and when he heard the first few notes of it, he excused himself from listening to Adam's joke-telling. He politely asked Cam if he would permit him another dance with his wife.



Cam told him, "It is still up to Kate, but I don't have a problem with your interest in her..." Cam corrected himself, "with the two of you dancing some more."



Lance didn't miss the significance of Cam's statement, either part of it, especially his apparent acceptance of Lance's interest in Kate. He briefly considered mentioning Cam's Freudian slip to Kate and asking her about it, but decided it was better to simply press ahead with his seduction of her.



"Thank you for the wink. I was hoping with all my heart you would so we could get this close again. You're so amazingly attractive and desirable," he told her.



"You're very welcome and thank you for the kind compliments," Kate responded warmly.



"Are you as excited to be dancing with me again as I am with you?" Lance leadingly asked.



"Probably not quite as much," she told him with a coy grin. Kate had decided to play a game of reserved seduction by acting mildly reluctant and respectably distant. She had no intention of jumping head-over-heels into his bed without having him show her how much he wanted her. She had no doubt about the offer of bed; it would be coming soon, either directly or indirectly. Kate wanted to maintain control and ease into this highly stimulating new adventure her way.



"Well then, Kate, why did you signal me to dance with you again?" He asked, knowing all the while she was only attempting to maintain her ladylike persona.



"I enjoyed dancing with you earlier. I liked the things you said to me and the lustful, longing looks you gave me," she told him.



Lance considered her openly honest answer and decided to give her more of what she obviously liked. "I like you a lot, Kate, and think you are an amazingly sensuous and desirable woman. I would give anything to have a woman like you in my life," he told her and added another longing, hungry look from his majestic, slate-grey eyes.



"Good," Kate responded. "I like being admired and lusted after."



He kept his eyes locked with hers and using her words he asked, "Is there some potential reward for my being an especially interested and lustful admirer of you this evening?"



Kate broke into a grin and told him, "Maybe, but for now I want to see all that Lance Danner charm focused on me. First, earn... what was the way you put it, 



'your potential reward,' Lance."



"What about Cam?" Lance popped the big question on his mind.



"Just don't do anything to embarrass him," Kate warned, and then made up a little lie. "Just so you know, he owes me one. I have total freedom while we are here at the convention, with a few minor conditions."



"Such as?" he inquired.



"Such as, I'll tell you if and when you need to know," she teasingly told him. "Don't worry about Cam, hon. Your focus needs to be on how to make me want you and want to reward you for your admiring attention in very personal and special ways."



Lance read between the lines and understood perfectly what Kate was offering him. "Any special requests?" he asked with a lusty grin, thinking he knew exactly what they would be doing later on. In his mind, only the logistics were left to be resolved, finding a way get with Kate outside the scrutiny of people who knew them.



"You're the ladies' man, Lance; just show me your A-game and we'll see," she challenged him. "Notice anything about me has changed?"



Lance shifted his weight and changed lead hands, acting as if he hadn't noticed anything different about Kate and that he was nervously buying time. He brushed across Kate's ass cheek with an upstroke of his hand. 



"I see that you took off your bra and panties. Was that for me?" he asked.



"Maybe," she teased. "Notice anything else different?"



Lance knew how to play this game. He fed her ego by saying, "Well, I have noticed that you have a totally different attitude now. You seem much more confident and sure of what you want from me. I can only guess at the reasons, but I suspect that you told Cam that you intended to use your freedom pass here at the convention and that you are considering using it with me."



"Close enough," she told him, and pushed to close the deal. "So, are you committed? Do you really want to try to make me feel very special and admired tonight?"



"Tonight and more," he told her as he forcefully pulled her to him. He pressed their bodies together and pushed their sexual tension up another notch by rubbing his chest against her thinly-covered breasts in a boldly new, very personal, and openly sexual way. Lance leaned in and let his warm, moist lips tickle the rim of her ear.



"I like the way you think," she whispered, left almost breathless by his sudden gestures of romantic commitment, "...but, we better stop this before people begin to notice." 



"I like the way you feel, look and smell," he told her, "... but, most of all I love your playful new attitude. I can hardly wait until we can find some privacy and get to know each other better. Can we meet under more favorable conditions sometime soon?" 



"I certainly hope so," Kate playfully answered.



As they continued to dance, Lance took the liberty of placing both hands on Kate's hips. He slid them onto her lower back. He moved one hand then the other over her back and whispered tender caring words to her, stealing a quick feel of her ass cheeks a couple of times along the way.



Kate let Lance's romantic words and the sensations of his roaming hands warm her to the point of oozing wetness. She pressed her pelvis into his to explore his manhood. She wiggled against his cock just enough to tease Lance and to feel his size, not that it mattered that much to her, but she was curious. The size of his cock was a pleasant if unexpected surprise. She found her belly pressed against a large mass of heated, pulsing hardness. He was certainly more than ample she decided. She backed off just a bit as not to appear overly interested in his excited manhood. She loved her newfound freedom and the sexual prowess she suddenly felt. It excited her to know she had captured her prey and could flirt and toy with him before consuming what he had to offer her in more intimate ways.



As the song ended and they were ready to leave the dance floor, he asked with pure lusty desire in his uniquely-colored, sexy eyes, "Is there a chance we can find some privacy just for a little while right now?"



"Not yet," she told him, "...however, there is an excellent chance we can have semi-privacy later on... but not just for a little while, for a long while." 



When he grinned to show her his pleasure with her response, she added, "For now, I would like you to dance with some of the other wives and ask me again later. I don't want the others to think... well, to know."



"Aren't you afraid that I will get another offer and take it?" he joked as they returned to their table. The truth was he already had another offer, one from Diane.



"Not at all," she confidently told him. "You might get the offer. In fact, I don't think that will be much of a challenge for you, but taking it... you're not that... unwise."



He grinned and laughed out loud that she hadn't used the word stupid or crazy. Kate grinned and laughed with him.



"What are you two laughing at?" Cam asked as they approached the table.



"At Lance; he's trying to be funny," Kate told him.



Chapter 2



"Anything worth repeating?" Cam asked.



"Not right now; I might tell you later, honey," Kate said. When she said those words a wonderful sense of control passed over her. She realized she was in control, that she could play both Cam and Lance like puppets in this game of sexual sharing. She could share information or not, play with their sexual lust or not, or call things off anytime she wanted. If the men wanted their rewards, they would have to cater to her and make her feel more than just desirable. She wanted them to make her feel very special.



The band played "Midnight Hour" and Lance enthusiastically suggested a "shuffle train." He led the other three wives at the table to the dance floor with Adam and Ken following close behind. Tom watched the group walk away and excused himself, saying, "I need to find a friend and say hello. Would you tell Diane I'll be back in a few minutes?"



"Sure," Cam agreed.



"I want you to do something nice for me in appreciation for my doing this special thing for you," Kate said as soon as Tom left them alone.



"What would that be, love?"



"I'm not sure yet, but I was thinking about either a big, fat, diamond ring or a new car."



"Okay," Cam agreed, but being a trained salesman and negotiator, he suggested, "...but, the size of the diamonds or the quality of the car will depend on your performance." He grinned at her and asked, "What do you think about that?"



"Deal," she said. "So, tell me what you want to see me do. What will get me the top-of-the-line stuff?" she jokingly asked and grinned with enthusiastic joy at the exciting new game they were playing. Kate leaned in toward Cam a bit and let the front of her dress fall forward to reveal her naked breasts to her husband, to tease and tempt him.



"I love you so much, Kate. Thank you for doing this for me. Please don't consider anything I do for you in the future payment or repayment. But, I do want to do something really special for you just out of my sincere appreciation, nothing more," he told her.



"Good," she told him. "I understand and I want to do this for you because I love you. I would never have dreamed it, but this little, out-of-town game excites me. I'm not doing it for any kind of payment. I just wanted to make sure you really wanted this, wanted it enough to commit to some form of financial sacrifice."



"Got it," he said, and continued. "In my fantasies, you acted differently each time, well, not each time, but there was a common thing in all of them. At some point, you let go of your inhibitions and the moral restraints holding you back, and you switched over from reluctance to willingness. You truly enjoyed being with your partner. You let me see your passion fully released and you climaxed multiple times from the different forms of sexual stimulation he gave you. In other words, you just sucked and fucked the guy's brains out, did it all with him, and loved that I was there with you, supporting your lusty desires, so to speak."



"What were you doing while I was having sex with my lover?"



"I'm not sure I would describe them all as lovers, but some of them I would. Mostly I just watched and masturbated, but sometimes I joined in and we both made love to you, either one after the other, and at times both of us fucked you at the same time."



"Pervert," she said with a grin.



"I know," he said, smiling back.



Cam thought for a moment and shared, "I suppose my favorite fantasy was for three of us to go out together where I could watch you and your potential sex partner seduce each other slowly over the evening. It always ended in wild, sustained love-making where you both poured out you passion for each other until the two of you were exhausted, completely sexually-spent and totally satisfied. Mostly I just watched the two of you. But, some of the time I would help with your sexual satisfaction and keep you going while your sex partner recovered for another round. I know one thing for sure; you have more than enough passion and sexual energy to completely wear out two men, maybe more."

<hr pg="3" />"Multiple men... that is really sick," Kate commented in protest, acting disgusted, but not really feeling so.



"Well, sweetheart, it's just a fantasy," Cam assured her.



"Okay then, give me Reader's Digest version of one of your wilder visions of me doing things with multiple men," she requested.



"Alright... We are on vacation and meet a group of men there on a fishing trip. We party with them one evening at the resort and wind up going out fishing with them the next day on their boat. After drinking, fishing and laughing with the group for most of the day with you driving them to distraction wearing just your short-shorts and a revealing halter top, you decide to sunbathe in a skimpy, little, thong bikini. One of the men helps you apply suntan lotion and then his hands just can't seem to stop massaging your hot body... well, one thing leads to another. Get the picture?"



"And I wind up doing all of them on the boat?"



"Yes."



"And, what are you doing while I am servicing this bunch of horny men?"



"I take my turns with you, same as them, but remember, honey, it is just a sexual fantasy. Don't you have some wild ones you haven't shared with me yet?"



"Yes."



"Want to share?"



"Well, love, I have some unusual fantasies at times; they're mostly about being dominated and forced to have sex. Oh crap. I will have to tell you more later on... here comes the group. How about this? When Lance dances with me again, I am going to suggest the three of us rendezvous somewhere else. Okay?"



"Yes. Great idea," Cam encouraged her.



"I would like to get away from the convention with you for awhile, and Cam, of course," Kate told Lance as they walked to the dance floor again. She asked, "Any suggestions on a night spot that might be a bit more suitable to talk privately and maybe dance some more?"



"I don't know anything about the area, but when we are done with our next dance, I'll find the perfect place for you, my princess," Lance offered with a big grin.



The dance was a fast one and Kate was pure eye candy for Lance and all the men within viewing distance. She put on a show of making her body move in the most inviting ways, sexually inviting ways. She was never vulgar, but subtle and sensuous, moving her lithe, supple body with a snake-like smoothness that left no doubt she could ride a dick with equal skill.



"Got a pen?" Kate asked when the dance was over.



Lance retrieved one from his jacket pocket and Kate wrote her cell phone number in the palm of his hand. "Text me with the time and place to meet you," she said and walked off ahead of him to rejoin Cam and inform him that his fantasy was about to become a reality.



As a limo took them to the club to meet Lance, Cam asked, "What's going through your head, pretty lady?"



"Well, I'm excited and nervous at the same time. This is happening all so suddenly... so unexpectedly," Kate shared. "One thing is I'm not sure I know what you expect from me."



"The main thing I want to see happen is this. I want you to really let go, for you to be with Lance like he is you real boyfriend and lover. What turns me on most in my fantasies is when I can imagine you are really enjoying what you are doing, with you being totally connected with your partner. I like the idea letting him have control of you for awhile."



"Won't that give him the wrong idea, make him think I'm more committed to him than I really am... maybe cause him to get possessive and all?" she asked.



"Well, he lives in Chicago. It is not like you are going to see him regularly or maybe not ever again after we leave town to go back home. I want to watch you in action, almost like a voyeur, to see you let your sexual passion fully go with another man. I know how crazy that sounds, but that's what turns me on the most."



'Okay, well then, I guess we'll see how things develop. I'm going to reserve the right to stop this at any time. If I do, don't try to talk me out of it. And, don't get pissy with Lance if he starts acting like I'm his possession... not if you want to see me act that way, like I'm really with him and not with you. Okay?"



"Deal... as long as you're doing all this just for fun. Don't get carried away with any caring feelings. Will you promise me that?" Cam responded.



"I promise,' Kate assured him.



The club Lance had picked out was small and intimate by Las Vegas standards. A talented trio of keyboard, base and guitar played to the beat of recorded drums coming from a synthesizer. The sultry sounds of a bluesy love-song filled the dimly-lit bar as half-a-dozen couples danced on the small, wooden dance floor. "No place to hide in here," Cam and Kate both thought almost simultaneously.



"Perfect," Cam thought.



Kate surrendered to the intrigue of their new adventure. She felt wonderfully alive as the promise of what was to come roamed around inside her body. Her sex was suddenly, noticeably wet and goose bumps formed on her naked arms, making her self-conscious. She hoped the men didn't notice the overt signs of her growing excitement. 



Lance met them at the door and led them to the most private booth in the darkest corner of the bar. When Kate slid in, Cam sat opposite her, leaving the seat next to his wife for Lance.



Lance sat next to Kate, looked at Cam and asked, "Any rules?"



Cam considered the question briefly and looked at Kate when he answered Lance, "Treat her like the wonderful, beautiful lady she is and don't hold back anything because I am along to watch the show."



A tall, long-legged waitress in short-shorts appeared and took their drink order. Lance started a tab. Kate made a mental note that Lance had waited for them to arrive before ordering. When the waitress left, Lance complimented Kate on her change of clothing. She wore a skin-tight, black skirt with slits up both legs almost up to her ass and a clinging, low-cut, beige blouse that clearly revealed the darkness of her nipples and the shape of her beautiful, full, braless breasts. A wide, black belt laced with rhinestones emphasized her tiny waist and her delightful curves. "You look absolutely stunning, Kate," he told her.



"Thank you, Lance," she replied.



"Dance?" he asked and nodded his head in the direction of the dance floor.



"Sure," she replied and gave him a warm smile.



Lance didn't bother to lead Kate further than the edge of the dancing area before pulling her into his arms and stepping into the rhythm of the slow jazz tune. "Thank you for this," he whispered.



"You're more than welcome, but we're not there yet. This isn't a done deal until it is. I'm pleased that we're making such exciting progress, but I'm still going to reserve the right to change my mind at any time," she replied and warned him.



"Of course, ladies always have that right," Lance assured her.



Cam was, in his own way, just as highly aroused as Kate. He began cooking in sexual heat as he observed for the first time his loving wife dancing with another man with willing, salacious intent in her heart. His dick grew increasingly hard until it throbbed and begged to be touched, a feeling Cam enjoyed fully and savored as he watched. He felt flushed, feverish, seeing Kate warming up to her potential lover. For the first time he felt fully confident that she would go all the way with this adventure. Lance was being a perfect gentleman and making it very easy for her to enjoy him and surrender to his charms. Cam could only wonder at the woo Lance was whispering into Kate's ear, but it didn't matter; all was good.



Before their second dance was half over, their bodies were melded together. Kate had snuggled into Lance's chest. Her head rested on his shoulder. They had been talking and smiling with the other when Lance kissed her forehead and pressed her head to his body with one hand and her body to his with his other arm and hand.



To Cam they looked glued together. It excited Cam to new heights when he noticed his wife relax and let her head rest into the space where Lance's shoulder and neck met, and even more so when he saw her willingly press her beautiful full, lips against Lance's neck for a soft, brief kiss. Lance hugged her to him and held her close for the rest of the song.



The dancing couple returned to their booth to find their drinks had arrived. "To the most beautiful and sexiest woman I have ever met," Lance offered and they touched glasses and then both did the same with Cam.



"You looked really comfortable dancing together so close and cozy, almost like old lovers," Cam complimented and encouraged them.



"I can tell you with absolute certainty, it felt better to me than it could possibly have looked to you or anyone else watching us," Lance told Cam, but he looked longingly into Kate's eyes as he said the words.



Kate gave him a grateful smile and sipped her drink without a verbal response.



Lance was positioned in the booth facing Kate as much as his legs would allow him to turn her way. He turned back to face Cam. Under the table Lance slid his hand through the open slit in the side of Kate's skirt. He gently rubbed the soft skin on the inside of her thigh just below her sex. As he drank in the pleasure of Kate's delightful-feeling, warm flesh, he asked Cam, "Is this a regular thing for the two of you to enjoy?"



"First time ever," Cam told him.



"You both seem very calm and collected for this being your first time," Lance commented and inched his hand closer to Kate's swollen, excited pussy lips.



"I'm far from calm and collected on the inside," Cam shared. "I'm nervous and very aroused. It's exciting seeing the two of you becoming more and more intimate. I'm a bit jittery and yet really worked up watching you two sharing your affection and exploring your sexual interest in each other."



"Your jitters don't show. Actually Cam, I feel exactly the same way," Lance told him. He thought about how naïve Cam was about the future and his plans for Kate. Lance smiled as he thought, 'This poor guy doesn't have a clue how much control over his wife he is about to give up to me.' He caught himself enjoying the fantasy and reminded himself, '... but, this is no time to dwell on future successes. Don't be counting chickens before they hatch. This is the time to make sure they do hatch.'



Lance looked at Kate thoughtfully asked, "How about you, pretty lady? How are you feeling?"



"Excited, scared, nervous... and I guess what you guys want to hear me say most... willing," she admitted and gasped a bit at the end. Lance's little finger had pressed between the slick, swollen lips of her pussy just as she said, "willing." She gasped at the sudden, aggressive attention, but then coughed to cover up her unexpected reaction.



"You're so bad!" she chided Lance.



"What if I do something really bold to break the ice, something to get us past this apprehensive tension?" Lance offered.



"That might really help," Kate responded as his little finger continued to tease the heated slit between her legs and made her nearby muscles squirm with anticipation.



"Sure, I'm ready to see you two do more," Cam agreed.



Lance leaned over and held his lips just in front of Kate's. He put his free hand behind her head and slowly pulled her into a warm, passionate kiss. A second kiss followed. During the third, he pulled his hand away from her sex and placed it firmly on her thinly-covered breast. He tenderly kneaded her beautiful, proud mound while they kissed more.



"You have me totally committed to whatever you want from me," Lance told her when the kiss ended, but he left his hand resting on her breast for a few seconds to openly seal the bond of intimacy between them. "Let's dance again," he suggested to transition out of their first overtly sexual interaction.



Again, Kate had her head in the crack of his shoulder and chest toward the end of their slow dance. When the music stopped between songs, Lance pulled her head back and kissed her openly and with intense, lusty passion on her lips without regard for anyone watching, especially Cam. "You are so wonderful," he told her at the end of their very public, very committed kiss.



"Thank you. I'm feeling like you're pretty special too," she returned the compliment. Her response told Lance she enjoyed the same sentiment and that she approved of his public demonstration of affection. 'She likes bold public attention,' he made a mental note.



"Will you get upset if Kate and I continue sharing affection here in the booth? Will that embarrass or upset you?" Lance asked Cam after they had returned and relaxed briefly.



"You two are free to do whatever you want so long as it pleases both of you. I'm good," Cam offered.



"Thank you, Cam," Lance said. He leaned over and kissed Kate again. When she was fully into the passion of their making out, he pushed his hand under her skirt and upward to her inner thigh again.



Kate again noticed the abundant and growing wetness between her legs, anticipating that Lance's fingers would soon find the telltale signs of her intense arousal and he would know how completely turned on to him she was. 'What the fuck,' she told herself. 'He already knows from our kisses.'



Lance tugged on Kate's leg a couple of time, urging her forward for better access to her pussy. Kate helped by scooting forward until her bottom was at the edge of the bench seat, giving him full access to her fully excited sex. She only shivered slightly when Lance opened her legs. She didn't protest as his finger gently explored the hot slit between her shaved pussy lips and then penetrated the opening slightly. "Nice," he whispered as his fingers fondled her soft, wet lips and teased the sensitive button of her swollen clit with his fingertip.



The heated feeling of his touch swept over her body and almost took Kate's breath away. "Oh god, I can't believe I am doing this," she uttered only whisper-loud as he gently fondled her pussy in the booth of a nightclub. Kate flinched just enough for Cam to notice and she audibly gasped when Lance's middle finger suddenly pushed two-knuckles-deep inside her. "Oh god! That is so naughty... so naughty and hot!" she whispered in a sexy, altered tone of voice.



Cam had no doubt about what Lance had just done with his wife. Her look, tone of voice, and the unmistakable, slow undulation of her lower body told the story clearly. He watched in total heated amazement as Kate willingly let Lance finger her in the booth of the bar. It blew his mind, flamed his inner fires and made him want to come in his pants watching her passionately kiss Lance while he fingered her pussy. The fact that she was actually letting a man touch and finger her pussy in public was so far beyond Cam's expectations just hours earlier that he couldn't help but question the reality of what he was seeing. The sight of his wife giving her body to Lance aroused Cam with a powerful, urgent, all-consuming lust he had never known. His dick throbbed, ached and threatened to spew cum in his pants from just watching them. The surreal vision in front of Cam's eyes was only interrupted when he heard Lance speak. 



"More?" he whispered to Kate. "You have to tell me if you want more."



"Yes," Kate heard her voice telling him. "Keep going."



Lance adjusted his body and shoulder so he could fully work her G spot with his fingertips. He pushed his middle and ring fingers deep into her hot, slick pussy again and aggressively raked the rough hump at the top. Kate closed her eyes, rested her head on the back of the booth and writhed slowly on the source of her pleasure as Lance worked magic with his fingers inside her and kissed her neck and ears.



Cam watched his beautiful wife bite her lip, barely managing to keep the sounds of her passion from escaping as the wonderful sensations of orgasm consumed her. In a soft but very excited voice, she announced to them, "I'm going to come." No sooner than the words were out of her mouth, Kate began quivering. She moaned and shared her feelings in a slurred mixture of passionate utterances and words, and managed say, "Yes. Oh god, yes. This is so unlike me, but letting you touch me this way is so wildly hot, so naughty. You are dangerously exciting, Lance."



Lance put his other hand behind Kate's neck, pulled her mouth to his and forcefully kissed her as he milked the passion from her G spot. The dual sensations sent waves of glorious pleasure over Kate's body. Her mind gave over to the pure pleasure of the experience and she came to the fevered, yet shocking, realization that she had just willingly had her first-ever orgasm in a public place. 



"Did you enjoy that?" Lance asked as he massaged her inner thigh in the aftermath. As she answered, he watched her chest slow from the excited heaving just moments earlier, from the impassioned pace her breathing had reached at the peak of her powerful climax.



"I did. You gave me such a rush of sexual pleasure. That was so wild and naughty. I've never done anything like that before... nothing even close. Oh my god, that was exciting! I'm still shivering," she told him.



"I know, I can fell you shaking. Hopefully it won't be the last time," he suggested.



"Excuse me for a few minutes," she told the men. "I need to visit the powder room."



Lance helped Kate out of the booth and kissed her when she stood. "I loved doing that with you, Kate," he told her. He sucked her pussy juices from the tip of his middle finger while looking her in the eye. "Sweet!" he exclaimed and winked at her.



Kate blushed, turned to get her purse and left Cam and Lance to talk over the experience.



In the restroom stall as she considered what she had just done, Kate wiped the excessive wetness from her sex and the inside of her legs. She dried the wet spot on her skirt as best she could. What she had just done suddenly seemed large, even monumental and life-changing to her. She felt different, almost as if she was a new and different person. A wave of insecurity passed through her mind. She wondered how she should act when she went back out to join her husband and lover. Was he her lover? Maybe not technically, not yet, but yes he was. "But, if he is, what am I now?" she asked aloud as if verbalizing the uncertainty in her mind.



As Kate pondered the new her, Cam and Lance talked.



"How did that make you feel, watching me bring your wife to orgasm in a public place? Lance asked Cam when Kate was gone.



"Mostly, it was amazing. It filled me with a lust I don't think I have felt before. It also created some unsettling feelings of jealousy, guilt and regret. But, the sexual arousal was so much stronger. My sexual pleasure kept growing until I felt like it was consuming me. Watching her doing sexual things so openly and willingly with you was something else. It was so powerful it overrode my other, conflicting feelings, my jealousy and the need to keep things safe and normal," Cam shared.



"I bet so," Lance offered as a sympathetic gesture.



Cam continued, "The pull of my lust to watch her in the throes of sexual heat makes me push aside all my negative feelings. I found myself totally lost in a kind of fevered trance as I watched the two of you enjoying each other that way. Honestly, I'm delighted, but a bit surprised that things are going so well. I had no idea that Kate would enjoy this as much as she seems to be." He paused and asked, "How about you? How are you feeling about this threesome thing?"



"Great," Lance told him. "Your wife is so beautiful and responsive in her own, very unique way. She is such a classy lady with a deeply-passionate, highly-sexual soul hidden beneath her ladylike, outward persona. I very much appreciate the opportunity you have given me to share her, however briefly it may be."



"I suppose I should say you're welcome, and you are, but I should also thank you. I feel a debt of gratitude to you for helping me realize a sexual fantasy I have been hiding from Kate for years. Somehow earlier tonight, the stars seem to magically align... the possibility of actually experiencing my "watching" fantasy came to life very unexpectedly."

<hr pg="4" />"Well, I am certainly honored that I'm the one with whom she chose to fulfill your fantasy. What now?"



"Keep going as long as she is willing to do more with you," Cam encouraged.



"Will it bother you if I get a bit more dominant with her?" Lance inquired.



Caught up in the moment and with no real appreciation for what such dominance might entail, Cam assured Lance, "Not at all. I'd like to see her submit to your needs and really let go. Take control and boss her around if she seems willing to go along with that approach."



Lance smiled in response and considered how to proceed. He understood he needed to treat Kate with outward respect and admiration and yet simultaneously press her into the next, more-explicit sexual act by showing his deep, passionate desire for more of her. He planned to win her devotion to him by pouring on the romantic affection and periodically breaking into uncontrolled, passionate outburst as if he couldn't control his desperate hunger for her. He would gradually exert more dominance and push Kate into more committed, submissive lust. He would carefully pick the moments to really let loose and demonstrate his unbridled passion and wild desire for her.



His plan was simple, to take control and outclass Cam, to win Kate's lasting, loyal affection for him by being a far more passionate and demonstrative lover with her than her husband. He would give her more loving attention than any married man typically gives his wife after their honeymoon is over. Lance's scheme to capture Kate's ongoing affection wasn't new; that same approach had worked with other married women. He was confident that heaping on the loving, focused affection would work perfectly with Kate too, that soon she would be his to manipulate and use any way he pleased.



Kate gave up trying to understand the implications of her new behavior and how playing with Lance had filled her with such rich, sexual emotions and excitement. She also gave up on the idea of backing out and ending the evening prematurely, which she had only briefly considered when her conscience threw up the notion. She was determined to see the evening through, to let go of her reservations and fears of how things might be different with her and Cam afterward. Those things just couldn't be understood or accurately predicted. She made up her mind to set aside caution and simply go for all the emotional and physical pleasure Lance had to offer her. After all, that was what Cam had asked her to do; letting go and fully enjoying herself was what his fantasy demanded of her. She composed herself and walked back to join the men wearing a refreshed sense of confidence.



"Well, that was certainly the wildest, craziest thing I've ever done," Kate told them, as she slipped back into the booth, grinning at the thought of her recent public orgasm.



"How do you feel about what you and Lance did together?" Cam asked.



"Surprisingly, I'm okay with things; good," she answered.



Cam considered pressing her for more detail, but decided to wait for a more appropriate time. Why risk asking something that might cause Kate to change into a different state of mind? Things were going very well from his perspective.



Kate sipped her drink and continued telling the two men about her feelings. "Actually, I got into being touched in public much more than I would have thought possible. It really excited me the way Lance took control and made me climax for him here in a public place, but did so in a very discrete way in our booth."



Lance said, "I have so much more passion to share with you. I have this raging hunger deep inside me, an insatiable craving to do more with you, Kate. I want more than anything to thrill you again and again tonight, and to let you see and feel the depth of my burning desire for you. Would you like for me to be a bit naughty with you some more right now?"



Kate considered his question. Did she want to get wilder out in public or just go somewhere private and make wild, passion love to Lance? "I think I do... Yes," she decided and told him with a grin that revealed her playful willingness. Her juices began to flow again at the thought of enjoying more of such bold, daring sexual activities.



Lance took Kate to dance. It was a fast tune and she put on another display of her sexual prowess dancing, much like she had done earlier back at the convention. Her teasing, suggestive body movements again hinted strongly at her nimble, lovemaking skills. Lance mimicked her moves as best he could and did a respectable job, good enough to soon make it look as if they had danced as partners regularly. A slow song followed and he danced her over behind a small divider into an area with a couple of unoccupied slot machines. Lance slipped his hands into the slits in the sides of Kate's skirt and pushed her skirt up enough to massage her naked butt cheeks as they rubbed bodies. Mostly they just held each other and rocked back and forth while making out with unabashed lust with him sinking and rolling his finger into the delightful flesh of her naked rump. After manhandling her naked butt cheeks and soaking up the joyous sensations of touching her wonderful-feeling ass that way under her skirt for half the song, Lance moved one hand to her chest. Beyond the vision of the other people on the dance floor, he pushed his hand all over her delightful-feeling breast, kneading and fully massaging that side of her chest. He slipped his hand inside her blouse and ran his fingertip around on her tightly-contracted nipple. "It turns you on, letting me do this, doesn't it?" he whispered to her as he rolled her left nipple between his finger and thumb.



"You know it does, you sexy tease," Kate whispered back.



Kate got hotter and hotter as Lance became bolder. She did nothing to discourage him while he fondled and openly massaged her body with increasing sexual aggression, even where others might see them. She had never let a man take such liberties with her, nothing even remotely similar to the way she was letting Lance have his way with her. It had never entered her mind she was capable of such wild, trashy behavior in a public place. Most of all she never imagined that it would turn her on so and make her so dripping wet to let a man touch her is such overtly sexual and provocative ways. It only added to her heated naughtiness that Cam was watching her raw, willing, lascivious desires come out to play.



The flood of new thoughts was too much to sort out and try to draw meaning from at that unique, highly-charged, moment in time. Kate understood one thing clearly and focused it; she wanted more of Lance. She wanted him to make her do more forbidden things, thrilling, wild things a married woman shouldn't do. The fantasy thought of Lance on top of her, fucking her with hard driving thrusts, telling her how wonderful she felt to him while Cam watched thrilled Kate in a new, grippingly-naughty way. Her focus suddenly shifted to her sexual needs beyond the heated foreplay taking place in the bar. She didn't care about doing anything more in public right then. She had had enough foreplay for the moment. Kate craved to strip naked for her lover and let him ravish her highly excited body for real. She felt the overpowering need to feel Lance's fully-aroused cock inside her body. She wanted to get on with the ultimate act of marital wickedness; she wanted to fuck him, come for him again and again and let him drive her into sexual ecstasy with hard, demanding thrusts of his excited cock. She wanted to feel him explode with sexual pleasure inside her pussy as she gripped his pulsing, squirting dick with every muscle in her body.



"Let's go back to the hotel," she told Lance.



"For what I am hoping for?" he asked.



"Yes. I want all of you. I'm ready to let you fuck me," she confessed.



Lance and Kate kissed in the backseat of the taxi cab sitting next to Cam. He hungrily pulled her blouse out of her skirt, pushed it up and massaged her naked tits. His greedy hands pushed up her skirt above her waist and Lance pushed two fingers into Kate's hot, very willing pussy. He steadily fucked her with his fingers as they kissed and moaned expressions of their sexual hunger while riding down the Las Vegas Strip, paying no attention to the numerous people watching them as they passed.



"Keep driving. Drive us out to the airport and back," Cam unexpectedly told the driver just as they neared the convention hotel. The driver understood the request, but Kate and Lance both stopped what they were doing and looked at him for an explanation.



"Keep doing what you were doing, only do more. I'd like to see you come for him again, Kate. Let go and let your lover give you all the pleasure he can," he urged them.



Kate didn't need further encouragement. She crawled over Lance, straddled him and they went back to making out. Her spread legs allowed Lance to finger her using both hands, reaching around her with one and the other in front. He raked her G spot with two fingers and teased her anus with the middle finger of his other hand until Kate began to shiver and moan from the growing feeling of her second manually-induced orgasm that evening. She groaned with pleasure, but tried to muffle the sounds of heated pleasure being teased from her excited body.



"Oh god this so hot and so bad," she announced almost in a whisper as she rocked back and forth to enhance the sordid pleasure she felt from Lance's raking, probing, plunging fingers.



"Louder; let us hear your passion," Cam told her.



"I am so fucking hot doing this!" Kate said clearly for all to hear.



"So, you like getting a bit wild with Lance, do you?" he asked.



"On fuck yes! I don't think I have ever been this excited!" she exclaimed without reservation.



"Sit on his dick now and fuck him," Cam ordered her with a calm undemanding voice. It sounded almost like a request for help, a plea.



Kate immediately began unbuckling Lance's belt and together they had his dick free in a few seconds. Kate only got a brief look at the first cock to penetrate her married pussy other than her husband's. Lance's thick cock looked very different to her than Cam's and that only added to the forbidden nature of what she felt, a wild, passionate lust running free through her body and mind as never before.



Lance scooted down on the seat enough to allow his dick to be aligned with Kate's dripping-wet pussy slit. She rose up enough to be able to impale her hungry sex with his cock. 



"Take hold of his cock and put it in you," she heard Cam say.



Holding a strange penis in her hand felt wonderfully wicked to Kate. His stretched-taut cock-skin throbbed in her hand, so delightfully alive, hot and hard. She felt a raw, naughty craving as she guided Lance's pulsing meat to the spread-open, dripping-wet lips of her pussy, already fully lubricated with her own juices and cum.



"Oh my god," she lustily mumbled as she sank onto the hard, thick shaft and felt his girth stretching her pussy open.



"His cock is splitting me open and filling me full, honey," she said to Cam.



"How does his dick feel inside your pussy?" Cam asked.



"Good... wonderful... fantastic!" Kate told him excitedly with labored breathing as she worked her body on Lance's bulging, fat cock, forcing the thick shaft to fill and refill her needy pussy.



Kate didn't see an airplane or even notice the buildings as the taxi passed through the busy airport loop. She was in her own world, riding up and down Lance's dick, fucking him with hard, body-dropping humps, coming on him and kissing him with total abandon as they rode past the bustling airport terminals and back out onto the freeway leading back to town.



Half way back to their hotel with Kate still riding Lance with the heart of a race horse, he yelled out, "I'm going to come in your wonderful pussy, Kate." 



Kate tightened her grip on his dick and milked the hot spurts into her unprotected pussy, squeezing the wonderful-feeling, hot flesh inside her, pulling with her muscles and filling herself with a huge load of hot cum. Again and again she impaled her pussy on his thick cock and shoved the head of his dick hard against her cervix, pushing gobs of Lance's potent cum deep into her body. Fucking him with such abandon and feeling the spurts of cum filling her made Kate come again. She soaked Lance and the backseat of the cab with her liquid love.



"Oh god, this is so hot," she told Lance. "I love fucking like this... fucking you like this, Lance." 



None of them had thought about pregnancy protection. The whole, lusty ordeal came about so suddenly and unexpectedly their minds simply never considered the liability. 



When their climaxes passed and as the taxi neared their hotel, Lance fixed his pants, not bothering to clean away the cum that leaked back onto him from inside Kate. She cleaned herself as best she could with some tissues the cab driver handed her. Cam paid the driver and tipped him two extra twenties, "Not a word of this passes your lips, ever," he told the Indian man holding the extra forty dollars just out of his reach. When the driver agreed, Cam handed him the money and sternly said, "I don't take broken promises lightly." 



As the driver pulled away, Cam looked at Lance and said, "Give us a few minutes before you come up, just in case we might run into some people we know. We're in room 1124."



<em>End of Chapter 2, Continued in Chapter 3



Countless hours of editing were generously provided by Rosie. Rosie, your devotion to helping make this story better for its readers has truly been above and beyond the call of duty. Thank you so very much, special lady.



Comments welcomed. The ones I like, I'll keep. Wink.</em>

