TITLE    : The Convention Ch. 07-08
STORYID  : the-convention-ch-07-08
SUMMARY  : Chapters 7 &8 of a 14 chapter, wife-watching novella.
AUTHOR   : feverman@lit
DATE     : 2013-02-26
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |public sex|multiple partner sex|double penetration|oral|ulterior motives|voyeurism|exhibitionism|wife-watching|


<em>Note: The Convention is a 14 chapter, hard-core, wife-watching novella which started six chapters ago, but you know that; surely you do. If you haven't read up to here, you missed some really good stuff. The Convention storyline involves various kinds of multi-partner sex, betrayal, ulterior motives, corruption, attempted blackmail, revenge and probably some other equally dastardly activities and plans (a.k.a. fun and games). Sounds delicious, huh? Okay then, "Enjoy this! Tell me you want that too! Louder! I can't hear you... Very good; much better." Wink, Chad. </em>



Chapter 7



"It's not too late for that, Kate. Would you like to invite Ed and Jack back to our suite at the Mirage for more?" Lance asked.



Still highly aroused, overwhelmed with the attention she was getting, and reeling from the alcohol and the dual fucking she had just received, Kate's mind struggled to understand the implications of Lance's question. As if from a distance, she heard her voice asking, "Are you serious?"



"Yes," Lance told her, and explained. "That's the reason I got that suite for you tonight. I wanted you to have a nice, private place away from the convention where you could get a little wild and crazy if you felt like doing so. I tried to anticipate your needs and act on them, just like you wanted me to do."



For the first time, Kate thought about Lance's reason for bringing her to the sex club. She took his intentions for the best, that he had done something very thoughtful for her. She accepted at face value that Lance was growing in character, being unselfish by taking her to the sex club and getting the suite at the fancy hotel just for her. The sudden realization that Lance's was going to such great lengths for her made Kate feel appreciated, desired and truly cared for. She perked up and stood a little taller with pride. She smiled at Lance for his efforts to satisfy her fantasy desires and told him, "Setting all these things up for me was really thoughtful and sweet of you, Lance. I love that you are thinking about me and focusing on what would make me happy." 



Kate thought for a second and asked, "Would you like to see me do more with Ed and Jack? Will it turn you on again if I continued to play with them for you?"



"You haven't answered my earlier question about inviting Ed and Jack over to the Mirage. The question still is, 'What do you want to do?'" he reminded her. "This isn't about me, Kate. This is all about you, about what new things I can help you experience. It's all about you, love. Do you want to invite them over?"



In addition to her lusty desire to play more with Ed and Jack, Kate felt a sense of obligation to both Lance and Cam. After all, Lance had made a substantial effort to do several very unique things to make her happy, and Cam was obviously turned on by watching her enjoy sex with other men. 'Why not do more? It's only going to make everybody happy if I do. But, if I don't, it will look like I'm being ungrateful to Lance and unwilling to do more to please my husband,' she thought.



"Okay. Yes, let's do this. Let's invite them over," Kate firmly stated.



Kate turned to Cam and asked, "Are you excited that I'm willing to do more with these guys for you?"



Cam responded, "Yes, you know I'd love for you to keep going, but it is totally up to you. I want you to continue as long as you're enjoying yourself. I just don't want you to feel pressured. I'll be good with whatever you decide to do."



"I love you so much. I just don't want you to lose respect for me. You won't will you?" she shared her concerns.



"Of course not; that's crazy to think I would," Cam stated. "Like I've said before, anything the two of you decide you will enjoy doing together is fine with me. If I have a problem with something or feel that things are getting out of hand, I won't hesitate to tell you. Think of it like this, love. I'm just here to watch you being sexually fulfilled doing whatever you want with your partners, and of course, to look out for you... to make sure you're safe and happy. What you choose to do for your sexual enjoyment tonight is totally up to you."



Lance didn't miss the significance of Cam's statements to Kate, that her husband was still not paying attention to Kate's inherent desire to have her sex partners control her. He still wasn't taking control of her the way Kate needed to be dominated and directed. Lance didn't ask Kate about her wishes again. He simply waived Jack and Ed over and said to Kate, "Go ahead; invite them."



She had expected Lance to make the arrangement and frowned at him. Kate took a deep breath to as if to suck courage into her lungs. With conviction and surprising clarity of mind, given her state of intoxication, she told them, "I would like to take you gentlemen home with me for awhile... to finish what we started here."



Back in the penthouse suite at the Mirage, Lance questioned Kate about her fantasies. "I need to tell Ed and Jack how to treat you," he explained. "I can tell them romantic, or wild, or wild with a heavy hand of dominance. I'm thinking romantic. So, unless you tell me you want to be totally dominated that's the way I will instruct them." 



"Perfect. I love romantic," Kate told him. She turned and walked into the back of the suite to shower and swap out her cum stained dress for something more revealing and sexy for her growing flock of male admirers. She gave them both a quick kiss and left Lance and Cam to work out the details.



Lance ordered champagne and candles. As he finished placing the order, the call from Ed came in. Cam listened to Lance saying, "Fine, three hundred each... same as before is fine. Bring up some flowers and a box of chocolates and I'll repay you when we settle up... Okay."



"They're downstairs and will come up as soon as they gather up some gifts," Lance revealed to Cam.



"You're getting pretty good at this caring stuff, buddy," Cam complimented him. He wanted to encourage Lance to do more little, nice things for Kate.



"Thank you for noticing. Kate makes being nice to her really easy," Lance replied.



The same Bellman as before delivered the candles and champagne on a service tray. He left quite disappointed that Kate was still showering when Lance signed for the delivery. As the Bellman opened the door to leave, Ed and Jack arrived.



"Listen up, guys. Here is how I want to proceed," Lance explained as he counted out the cash for Ed and Jack, six hundred dollars each plus the extra for the flowers and candy. "...When Kate comes in, Cam, I would like you to tell your wife that she doesn't have to do this for you, that she has already done more enough for you. I want her to realize and appreciate that this experience is for her only. I want her to understand and accept that she is choosing to do this for her own pleasure, not just yours. I think that will work to your advantage in the future, don't you, Cam?"



"I suppose so. If she is self-motivated in addition to enjoying performing for me then getting her to play in the future should be much easier," Cam agreed.



"Good, Cam. I'm glad you see the benefits. I'd like you to help direct things. If she still wants to move ahead, which she will, ask her to pick someone from the three of us to be with first. I expect she will be reluctant and will want you to pick for her. Then ask which one of us wants to be the first. We will all say we want her first and argue a bit over her just to make her feel more desired. I'd like to make a show of things and let her think we are all so hungry for her we are almost willing to come to blows for the privilege of having her first. Okay?" Lance told them.



"I'm with you," Cam acknowledged, and the other two nodded they understood.



Lance continued, "I think you guys should give her the gifts then and attempt to get her to choose you first. I will end the argument by taking over and kissing her. Ed and Jack, you guys join in by feeling her body and we will begin taking turns touching and kissing her. When she is naked and really turned on to what we are doing, I will fuck her first. While I fuck her, I will make her tell me how much she likes what we are doing and make her admit how much she wants to fuck the two of you. I want to make her beg me to let her fuck both of you. When I turn her over to you, I want both of you to fuck her every way you can think to do. I want her fucked in at least a half dozen positions by each of you. Don't forget her ass. Fuck both her pussy and her ass. Feel free to double penetrate her part of the time if she doesn't object to that. I want this experience to be one for her history book. Are you okay with this, Cam?"



"As long as she is willing and wants what is being offered I'll be fine," Cam assured him.



"Thank you. Like I said, I want her to have memories she will never forget. As I told you guys before, her fantasy is to be admired. She loves the idea that men are so attracted to her they are helpless to control their desire for her. She likes men so turned on to her they just have to have her at any price, even it requires forcing her. So, make her feel like the most desired woman on earth, but listen carefully to me when I say this. Take note, guys. Only say things you are sure she can believe. Everything you tell her needs to feel absolutely real to her. She will know if you are faking the things you say to her just for the sake of flattering her. Trust me on that. That phony flattery stuff will not work at all. Understand?"



The men acknowledged they understood their instructions.



Lance sat back and admired the genius of his plan. Most of all he loved that Cam was willingly helping him steal Kate's loyalty. He was going to deliver to Kate her ultimate fantasy by giving her much more sexual attention than she had ever experienced. It was all so very perfect. After tonight, Kate was going to crave more of this type of intense sexual attention. He, and only he, had ever discovered her needs and made the effort necessary to satisfy her deep-seated, sexual hunger. She would be his dependant, little sex addict very soon. He was giving Kate what she had secretly desired for so long, the things she privately craved which Cam hadn't even recognized and certainly hadn't accommodated. Lance was optimistic and confident she would be his possession before the night was over, captured and completely owned. She would be his in spite of her previously professed loyalty to her husband.



Kate came into the front of the suite wearing just a transparent, bright-blue bra and panty set and one piece of the gold jewelry Lance had purchased for her earlier, a gold necklace that read, "Willing &amp; Ready." She winked at Cam happily as she sat in Lance's lap.



"There is something I wanted to tell you, Kate. You don't have to do anything more to please me or satisfy my fantasy. You have done enough for me already, actually more than enough," Cam told her, following the suggested script, having no idea of the trap he was entering.



Kate blinked and her face wore a look of bewildered confusion at Cam's unexpected remark, his sudden retreat from wanting her to perform sexually with other men for him. She didn't understand his change of heart. She felt a wave of insecurity pass over her, that she was overextended and suddenly alone in this very real sex game. She missed the underpinning support she had felt from Cam and his desire to see her perform. His fantasy desires had given her a purpose other than her own sexual hunger to play with Lance and the other men; Cam's fetish helped her deflect the feelings of guilt that repeatedly tried to creep into you conscious mind and take over her attitude.



The events unfolded too quickly for Kate to sort out the sudden changes. Ed took the lead next and pulled her attention away, saying, "I brought you these roses and I am really looking forward to being intimate with you again. You are so beautiful and sexy, Kate. I truly loved being with you earlier. I'd love to be first now." 



Jack almost cut Ed off, offering, "I brought the candy. It's the highest quality Belgian chocolate I could find on such short notice. You don't have to make love with us just for your husband, you know. You can enjoy what we have to offer you just for your own pleasure. I want you just as much as Ed and Lance, even more. We all want you, Kate. Just realize that to each of us you are the grand prize. I would love it and be honored if you would allow me to be first. Will you pick me? Please, let me share your beautiful body before the others."



Lance put on his overt display of lust for Kate. Even as the words of the other men swam around in her mind, he took hold of her neck and pulled her face to his. He kissed her with all the passion he could find in his soul. It all left Kate breathless, feverishly hot and wet again between her just-washed legs.



Ed spoke up to interrupt their second, long, tongue-sharing kiss, saying, "Excuse me, but didn't you invite us over here to take care of some unfinished business? I am feeling a bit left out and just a tad jealous."



"Me too," Jack chimed in.



Lance and Kate stopped kissing. Her mind raced to find a way to respond to the three, separate, lusty demands. She struggled to find a way to decide what to do next and with whom.



"Who wants to go first?" Cam asked, and jokingly added, "How about me?"



"How about me?" Jack said, and added, "You can have her anytime; you're her husband."



"How about all of us?" Ed suggested, "I think she can handle us all."



Without saying anything Lance stood and pulled Kate to the center of the room and began making out with her more. Ed and Jack watched for a few seconds and moved to her side. They began rubbing her body and kissing her shoulders and neck. A few minutes later Jack stripped her panty off as Ed pulled her skimpy, little bra up over her head and off.



Lance pulled a very flushed and excited Kate down to the carpet and crawled over her. "I want you to hold both their dicks in your hands while I fuck you, Kate. I want you to feel the sexual heat you have created in us. You have all three of us wild for you."



Kate didn't need to be told what to do first. She guided Lance's thick hard cock to her hungry pussy. As Lance slowly fucked her and looked lustfully into her eyes, Kate gripped Jack's dick and then Ed's and began to stoke both cocks simultaneously, one in each hand. Lost in the wild sordid pleasure of her first three-man orgy, she began moaning and writhing under Lance. Kate's sexual pleasure built rapidly toward orgasm. Lance pushed her to admit her pleasure openly. He asked, "Do you like doing this with me?"



"Yes," she softly answered.



"Do you like fucking me and playing with their dicks at the same time?" he asked, slowly pumping his dick in and out of her pussy.



"Yes," she answered again in the same low voice.



"I can't hear you. Louder! Now, tell me again and this time tell me what you like!" he ordered her.



"I like fucking you with Cam and Ed and Jack watching me. I love fucking you and feeling the desire all four of you have for me. I love the fire in all your eyes. I love feeling Ed's and Jack's hard cocks while you fuck me," Kate confessed.



"Do you want to fuck all of us?" 



"I do. I want to fuck all four of you."



"Good. Now, ask my permission to fuck Ed and Jack, and call me master!" Lance demanded.



"I want all four of you," she repeated, and obediently responded to his order by asking, "May I have your permission to fuck Ed and Jack, master?" 



A wave of sexual heat filled Kate from her total submission to Lance's will. She gave up any desire to resist what she knew would follow. Her mind drank in the pure pleasure of Lance fucking her. Her body responded much like a puppet being pulled by the strings to any suggestion Lance made. Lost in her fantasy world, Kate thrilled at the greedy need the men had for her. She surrendered her will to the needs of the men to use her body to satisfy their ravenous sexual hunger. It simply didn't matter to Kate how the men took their pleasure with her. Feeling their intense desire was all that mattered. Lance felt and saw in Kate's face her total surrender, her willingness to give him complete control. Kate's total submission to him was Lance's pure delight, a living proof of his awesome talent to manipulate and control the world around him. Kate was responding exactly as he had hoped she would. Lance was ready to begin the final phase of his plan for the night, to let the two studs turn Kate into his personal sex addict.



"Okay, my love, enjoy this gift I'm bringing you," Lance told her. He pulled his dick out of her tightly-gripping pussy and moved away to join Cam, leaving Kate to the passions of the two hired professionals. He knew they would take her places she had never even imagined. "Both these men are burning hot for you. Fuck them really good for us and come for us as often as you can," Lance instructed her.



Jack was on top of Kate a couple of seconds later, fucking her pussy and smothering her with passionate kisses while Ed held her hands pinned up over her head with one of his, giving Kate a sense of being held down and fucked. Ed roughly massaged a tit with his other hand and tweaked her nipple, adding a sense of roughness and force to the fucking Jack was giving her. 



Two and a half hours later both men had used Kate in every way they could dream up and both had come in her twice. They had double fucked her part of the time and Kate had surrendered her body completely to them and lost herself in the intense sexual pleasure of everything they did to her. Every new way they fucked her or demanded she perform for them brought with it a renewed sense of her wild, uninhibited, sexual freedom. Although Kate was totally controlled and forced to comply with the physical demands of both men, her mind was never freer to enjoy the passion of pure, organic sex.



When Ed and Jack were finished with Kate, they left her resting face down and breathless on the bed, exhausted, sweaty and used up. After the hired dicks dressed and left, Lance called for a seven a.m. wakeup and he and Cam made a sandwich of Kate's exhausted, totally used, spent body.



Cam was pretty high by the by the end of it all, almost drunk. He had jacked off and drank bourbon for hours watching his wife's very willing and wildly erotic orgy. He fell asleep soon after he and Lance snuggled up to Kate. 



Cam woke up twice during the night. The bouncing bed and sounds of Lance and Kate moaning and talking to each other pulled Cam reluctantly from the dark caverns of his half-drunken, dreamless world. 



The first time Lance and Kate woke Cam with their fucking, he became instantly aroused at the sight of Kate lost in the pleasure of her lover. He stroked his hard cock as he stared into his beautiful wife's lust-filled eyes while she rode Lance's dick as if he were the last fuck she would ever enjoy, staring back at Cam as she unashamedly took her pleasure on another man's cock.



Cam watched his loving wife drift away. He saw her slip in the world of pure sexual pleasure while Lance fucked her and made her confess the lust in her heart again and again. Lance made her tell him how good the night had been for her and how much she had needed his gift of Ed and Jack. He made Kate admit that she loved the way the two men had fucked her into total mental and physical exhaustion. Lost in another dimension, a fantasy state of mind with total freedom and no consequences, Kate willingly told Lance that her experience with Jack and Ed was exactly what she had dreamed of, that she loved that he had helped her realize her ultimate fantasy, and most notably, that she wanted Lance more in the future. He led her to believe that more, even greater pleasures were possible and that she could have her desire for such intense sexual delights satisfied with him anytime she wanted.

<hr pg="2" />Cam took note that Kate seemed to thrive on her confessions, being made to admit her wanton desires aloud, and her willingness to let Lance take over her sexual being totally during their passionate encounters together. Cam finally, fully understood the pleasure Kate took from being dominated during sex. Her need to be controlled and her strong desire to be pushed into wilder forms of sex finally sunk home in Cam's brain. The realization of her deep-seated need clicked on like a light. Shockingly bright to his mind was the illumination of Kate's basic sexual nature as a subordinate, that she took her pleasure from her surrender and craved for men to hunger for her with fierce intensity. Cam watched Kate work herself into a state of orgasmic ecstasy shoving her body down onto Lance's fat, hard cock until she broke over the top and began squirting cum on her lover, Kate's passion was so intense and beautiful to him, Cam couldn't help but climax with her. As he watched his loving wife release her liquid passion with her lover, he shot ropes of cum onto his chest and belly. He whispered to her, "Oh god, I can't hold it back. I'm coming. You're so awesomely beautiful when you fuck!"



The second time the fucking couple woke Cam during the night, he simply crawled up against the headboard and watched as Kate obediently and submissively minded her dominant lover. He watched them vigorously fucking with Lance lying flat on his back and Kate facing his feet, straddling him, cowgirl style. When Lance noticed Cam awake and watching them, his prideful sense of dominance took over. He wanted to demonstrate to Cam the amount control he had gained over Kate. He needed Cam to feel his loss of control over his wife. Lance wanted Cam to see his superiority and feel the humiliation of no longer being the alpha male in Kate's life. He ordered Kate to offer her ass for him to fuck in front of her husband. Lance harshly ordered, "Get on the edge of the bed, Kate, and stick your butt up in the air for me. I'm going to fuck your ass again, baby, so Cam can see what a good, obedient girl you have become for me. He needs to see how willing you are to please me now."



On command, as if under robotic control, Kate pulled off of Lance's dick. She stood by the bed and bento over for Lance, offering her asshole to him in total, obedient submission. When Lance told her to do so, she begged him to fuck her ass. In the heat of her passion, Kate openly admitted to being his willing slut, his girlfriend, and told him in various ways how she loved being used as his sexual bitch.



As Lance fucked his wife's ass with savage intensity, ridding her down, forcing her chest into the bed just inches away from him, Cam reached over and calmly untangled a massive knot twisted up in the gold necklace Kate wore around her neck. Once the necklace was straightened out in his hand, he noticed it was different than the one she wore earlier. It read, "My Boyfriend's Pussy," and had an arrow pointing down. He let the pendant drop from his hand and watched it bouncing and swinging freely again under Kate's neck as Lance's rocked her body with his wild, urgent need to dominate her.



It amazed Cam that Kate had come so far in such a short time. His prim, proper and always faithful wife had changed dramatically in just a few days. He hoped it wasn't that she had gone so far away from him rather than come so far with him. He trusted that Kate was simply lost in her temporary pleasures and was only adding fuel to the fire of lust she and Lance had built up at that moment when she committed to a future with him. He hoped that rather than her having developed any serious emotional attachment to Lance that she was just lost in the euphoria of the present moment and was repeating his words back to Lance to satisfy her lover in the heat of their passion. Cam continued to watch as Lance made Kate tell him how much she loved having his dick inside her ass, how good his cock felt to her, and that she wanted him to keep fucking her that way.



In the midst of her wonton confessions, her passions peaked again and Kate climaxed yet another time from Lance's anal domination of her. When their wild, intense, anal fucking session was over, Lance crawled up next to her and possessively held Kate's quivering body next to his. Lance and Kate fell asleep again with him holding her breasts in his hands. After watching them fall asleep snuggled together in total sexual satisfaction, Cam kissed Kate's forehead and snuggled up as close as he could to his wife's front side, spooning in to echo her position. He soon drifted off to sleep again also.



Thursday morning, with Kate resting again back in their own hotel room, Cam walked around in the front of the meeting room stage just enough to be seen there. He spoke to several of the officers to establish his presence at the session and quietly sneaked out as people began to take their seats. He called down for an eleven thirty a.m. wakeup call so he could make the Top Fifty Luncheon and crawled in bed and snuggled up to his naked, well-used and still sleeping-wife. He spooned up to her back and drifted off to sleep in the pleasure of holding his loyal life-companion wrapped in his arms. Kate was in the room still soundly sleeping when he left for his luncheon, but she wasn't there when he returned.



Soon after he got back to the room and retuned to bed, Kate came in. She stripped naked, crawled in bed with him and announced, "I don't want to do this anymore." She fell silent, thought for a moment and said, "I wish I hadn't committed to Lance for the whole convention. How much time is left?"



"Just tonight, and I have one more session tomorrow morning," he told her and inquired, "You didn't enjoy last night?"



"Yes and no," she said. "I loved it, and I hate myself that I loved it so much. I can't believe I let myself go that far. I let myself become a sex toy for three men, Cam."



"Well, you seemed to be having a great time. You looked pretty happy to me," Cam told her.



"I was so far gone into the pleasure of what they were doing to me, honey. I can't even begin to describe how fully consumed I was with wonderful sexual feelings. Oh god, it was so hot and wild. Last night was like I was on another planet or something... like I was in another world at times, a world with nothing but pure sexual pleasure," she shared.



"So, what's wrong here, love? I'm not seeing the problem." he asked.



"My problem is that I am married and don't need to be acting like a wonton slut with Lance or those other men. Holy crap, that sex club thing... I didn't do that, did I... let all those men come on me? Tell me I just dreamed that," she explained.



"Yes, you did do that, let those men shoot off on you, and you were wonderfully hot and beautiful doing so. I loved seeing you so flaming hot," he told her, trying to bolster her acceptance of what she had done.



"Oh my god," Kate uttered. She pulled the sheet over her head, hid, and added, "I am such a slut now."



"Is that the way you think of yourself?" Cam asked.



"Yes, some of the time," she told him from beneath the sheet.



"I kind of like that side of you. Not as much as the rest of you, but it is an exciting new dimension," he told her.



"I know you like it, pervert!" she answered accusingly.



"Look, hon. Please just step back for a second and reform your view of what you have done sexually in the last couple of days. I want you to be okay with every single sexual act you performed for me. Be happy with yourself because I certainly am. I want you to accept that you have a wide range of sexual desires and needs. I want you to embrace these newly discovered pleasures and put them into a solid perspective so you can manage your sexual feeling and opportunities wisely. You are not any different today than you were yesterday. The only difference is in the way that you perceive yourself, and you can easily alter that perception," Cam coached.



Still shamefully hiding under the sheet she said, "Last night your fantasy became my fantasy. I went further than doing what I did just for you, Cam. In fact, pretty much everything I did back at the Mirage last night I did just for me. You told me I didn't have to do anything with them, remember? You told me I had done more than enough for you. I did all that stuff with Ed and Jack at the hotel because I wanted to fuck them some more and make them come for me. Not only that, I did even more with Lance later on when you were asleep. I did all those things to satisfy my horny needs, not yours. Most of what I did last night had nothing to do with me wanting to please you. What I was doing then went far beyond giving you pleasure by letting you watch me while I fucked someone for you. I fucked those two studs and Lance back at the hotel for me, totally for my pleasure. Don't you see? I did all that part for just me, honey."



"Well, Kate, good for you. It's okay that you fucked them for you. I wanted you to fuck them for your own pleasure and not just for me. I told you that stuff about you not needing to do more to please me because I wanted to push you into those exact ownership feelings. I wanted you to own your desires to fuck other men for your own pleasure. It was actually Lance's idea, but I went along with his idea because I thought I would be good for you. He wanted to set you free for awhile, to let you feel the thrill of your sexual fantasies in a real and personal way, and not have it be just for me. He went to a lot of trouble to let you experience some of your fantasies in real life, in a safe controlled way that seemed real to you. That is why he hired those two guys to come on to you at the club and to come over to the hotel later. He was making a personal and financial sacrifice like..."



Kate ripped the sheet away from her face and cut Cam off in mid-sentence, demanding to know, "What did you just say? Lance hired Jack and Ed to fuck me! Is that true?"



"Oh, Shit! He hasn't told you yet and I just let the cat out of the bag. I thought for sure he would have told you last night while you were making love. I just assumed that he would have bragged on himself about getting Ed and Jack for you."



"Well, he didn't!" Kate almost screamed at Cam, "And, you knowingly let me sleep with two male prostitutes! I can't believe this!"



"It was a gift to you, love, a fantasy surprise for you. You told him to try and anticipate your needs and then do something that involved emotional and financial sacrifice. From my point of view, I think he did both pretty fucking well!" Cam argued.



"But he deceived me!" she almost screamed.



"How else could he do those things for you and make it seem real, and at the same time make sure it was safe and under control? He had to hire lovers for you; don't you see? He hired them for your safety. Recruiting strangers to fuck you would have been too risky," Cam explained.



"This is too much, way too much!" Kate exclaimed to Cam, or to herself, as she slammed the bathroom door shut behind her.



"Where did you go while I was at lunch?" he yelled to her.



"I had lunch with Diane," she yelled back through the door.



"I have to be at a session. I'm meeting my boss there. I'll be back by five," Cam told her.



"Okay," she yelled to him.



'At least she is still speaking to me,' Cam thankfully thought as he left to meet his boss at his afternoon session.



Her second shower of the day helped wash away Kate's feelings of guilt and regret. She went shopping that afternoon. When she returned at just past four thirty p.m. there were two identical envelopes slipped under the door, both revealed that an attempt had been made to deliver packages to her and for her to call the Bellman's station to have them delivered again.



"I wonder who... and what?" she thought as she called to have them redelivered.



Two bellmen delivered the packages, each using a cart.



"Thank you, honey, for the wonderful flowers," she told him. Kate kissed her husband and hugged him with renewed enthusiasm when he returned.



"What the hell, I only ordered two dozen roses. There must be ten dozen here. I need to call the flower shop and find out what happened," Cam commented.



"No need to do that, love. The others are from Lance," she revealed.



"Holy shit!" Cam uttered.



"That's not all. He sent more," Kate enthusiastically told him.



"Like what?" he asked.



"Like this diamond necklace and a dress for me to wear out tonight. He has tickets for us to a show and dinner reservations at one of the nicest places in town. This is so cool!" Kate told Cam, almost squealing with excitement."



Cam was happy for Kate on one level. He was relieved that she was is such a better mood, but irritated at being upstaged so dramatically. "I thought you were mad at him for deceiving you," he said to remind her and probe her feelings.



"I decided you were right, sweetie, that he did all that stuff just for me," she replied, beaming with happiness.



'Well fuck me for being the nice guy!' Cam said out loud in his brain."



Chapter 8 



Cam, Kate and Lance skipped the convention's closing dinner and party and caught the famous singer's seven p.m. show. He was old enough to be her father or perhaps even her grandfather, but it still thrilled Kate when Tom Jones invited her to the performance stage and sang one of his old-standard love songs to her. Lance had arranged this special attention for Kate earlier in the day with the Concierge at the convention hotel. As is the case with many services in Las Vegas, a generous tip allowed Lance to provide this preferential treatment to Kate. Lance had only hinted to her that she was in for a unique experience at the show, leaving her invitation to join Mr. Jones on the stage a complete surprise to her.



The aging swoon-master still sang wonderfully and looked great, well-tanned and fit as a fiddle, truly amazing for a man his age. 'I'd do him without thinking twice about it if I had the chance,' Kate thought in the midst of the warm glow of his gripping attention as he sang to her. Of course, probably two thirds of the women at the show were thinking similar thoughts. Tom Jones made his show of loving admiration seem very real to Kate, as if he wanted her with every sexually-aroused cell in his body. He locked eyes with hers and captivated her mind and imagination with his tender love song. Cam marveled at the "Ooohs" and "Aaaahs" being muttered all around the hotel's performance arena from awestruck women as the master performer poured heaps of sentiment into his emotion-laden act with Kate. 



"That was so much fun. Oh my god, he is such a charmer. I didn't have a clue he could make me feel so... attractive and desirable to him. Thank you so much," she told Lance as the three of them enjoyed a drink at the bar. "I can't believe you arranged that for me. That was such a treat!"



Kate was full of energy, charged up and was feeling on top of the world. Well, why not? She was perfectly healthy in the prime of her life, had a faithful, loving and wonderful life-partner in her husband, and they were financially secure. Cam had introduced her to the delightfully-exciting, new adventure of having a lover to play with and enjoy! Her handsome new lover was catering to her every need, even coming up with new pleasures she didn't know she had given him any clue about. Kate was a very happy woman. She leaned over and kissed Cam. "Thank you, love. I never imagined helping you out with your fantasy would turn out to be such a pleasure, but it has. I'm so happy tonight. I feel wonderful, almost like I'm living out a fairytale with both you and Lance giving me such delightful attention and affection!" she shared.



"I'm just as pleased as you are, love," Cam told her. He chuckled and added, "Like they say, if momma's not happy, nobody's happy. So, I'm always happy when you are."



She knew his words were sincere, that Cam truly loved her and that he always took pleasure in her happiness.



Later, as the three of them finished dinner at a ritzy, penthouse restaurant, Lance became quiet and serious. He looked over at Kate and with a calculated sadness in his voice asked, "The thought that this is all about to end is killing me. I am going to miss you so much, Kate. Am I going to be able to see you again before the convention next year?"



"I really don't know, Lance. There are so many unresolved, conflicting concerns I have. I just can't give you a definite answer right now," Kate honestly told him.



Lance had expected some form of encouragement in her answer, even if just a hint like "I hope so," but he didn't let his disappointment show. "I really, really want to. I might even need to," Lance added and shared one of his patented smiles to feed Kate's ego. With considerable satisfaction Lance watched his pleas take hold in her facial expression as it melted a bit of Kate's heart.



Cam had fully expected this awkward moment to arrive sometime during the night. He had anticipated the withdrawal pains Lance would feel when the end grew near. So, this attempt by Lance to carve out some type of commitment from his wife wasn't particularly troubling. He had already talked to Kate about it and offered her some coaching. He had explained the bottom line to her as he saw it, "Remember, love, this little fling is only what we agreed it would be, a playful roll in the hay, a time of sexual adventure and uninhibited pleasure, but nothing lasting. Just because you found some very enjoyable, sexual pleasure with Lance, it doesn't require any commitment on your part, no promise of anything at all in the future."



He had further attempted to simplify Kate's view of this sharing experience by telling her, "You know Lance is going to want to see you again. He will make an attempt to get you to commit to some type of future interaction with him; you can bet on it. So, be prepared to deal with his attempt when it comes He will put some form of pressure on you, either a sugar coated promise of bigger and better things to come or he will appeal to your caring emotions and try to make you think he can't live without you. Don't fall into either trap. We all need to walk away from this experience with exactly the same, sole reward, just our wonderful memories and nothing more."



"That is not exactly true," Kate had pointed out to Cam. "I have some nice gifts from Lance and the "thank you" gift you promised me, and Lance has learned some valuable lessons about himself." Kate continued by expressing her hope, "He may have even changed enough to be able to find a special lady and have a meaningful, fulfilling, long-term relationship with her now."



"I see you point about the gifts, but what I was trying to make clear had to do with our emotional take-aways, the emotions we walk away from this threesome experience with. What I'm saying is that you and Lance need to detach from the experience and simply enjoy your memories of each other when it is done. As far as Lance having changed as much as you hope he has, well, that is possible, but honestly, I think it is pretty unlikely." Cam had cautioned. "I think he is acting like he is interested in changing because he has an ulterior motive. He wants you to see him as a changed man. He gets your willing cooperation if he can sell you on the belief that he's becoming a new, better person because of you. He wants you to think he is willing to transform his life because of his desire for you, because you are so special, and of course, he's hopeful for more of you in the future. I'm just not convinced he has changed all that much. I'm betting he'll return to the old Lance within almost no time once he realizes this delightful adventure with you is over."



Kate was unsure whether to trust her feelings about Lance or to accept Cam's assessment of Lance's motives. She said, "I don't know, Cam. It's possible that you are seeing things more clearly than I am right now, but I'm thinking that he as changed a quite a lot. I'm very hopeful that he has opened up a new part of himself and will be able to give a lot more to the women he dates in the future, to think about their needs more and less about his own." She sympathetically added, "I like Lance and I want him to find true happiness, you know, the kind we have."

<hr pg="3" />His wife's deepening interest in Lance's well-being had caused Cam to spend considerable time thinking about their threesome adventure. From what Cam could surmise, Lance was a wolf in sheep's clothing, a wife-stealing, unreliable, selfish jerk on the inside, a user of people of the worst kind; well maybe he wasn't the absolute worst kind, but plenty bad enough. He was the kind of guy who sought out women's weaknesses and exploited them for his personal benefit, void of any regard for their feelings or for the havoc he created for them in their lives and their husbands or boyfriends in the inevitable aftermath of the messes he created. In spite of the nice things he had given Kate and the things he had done for her, Lance was by nature a taker almost without the ability to give anything meaningful of himself in return. At least all of Cam's instincts said that was the case. Cam was mindful of Lance's true nature, the man hidden beneath the outward persona that Lance projected to Kate. Cam also noticed that Kate was becoming too emotionally connected to Lance to pick up on the little, telltale signs of the other Lance, the far less desirable man Cam felt sure was still the real Lance Danner.



Yet, Lance truly had been wonderful to Kate and that counted for a lot to Cam. It struck Cam that Lance had duel-personalities which left Cam very suspicious of Lance's growing focus on having an ongoing affair with Kate. He wondered if there was more to Lance's interest in Kate than met the eye, but nothing he could imagine seemed realistic. Cam was forced to accept the simplest explanation for Lance's houndish pursuit of his wife: Kate was simply that hot and desirable.



Cam tried to put himself in Lance's position and to empathize with him. He couldn't become Lance, but Cam could and did try to imagine how he would feel if he had met someone as special as his wife and had to say goodbye. He imagined he would do everything possible to try to secure some type of future with her. Parting with Kate was going to be very hard on Lance, especially on his ego. Lance was used to winning. But here he was the odd man out about to be left behind, the one soon to be standing on the outside wishfully looking in when the final bell rang. Cam fully expected some grand finale, some attempt to take Kate from him or at least some attempt to create a bridge to the future where he would try to steal her away. He had warned Kate to expect it. So, Cam watched in attentive silence and listened with intense interest to their conversation as it developed.



"I doubt that you will need to see me again," Kate told Lance and playfully laughed at him. She took hold his hand sympathetically and continued, "Lance, you will never be alone for long. If we said goodbye right now, I'd bet you wouldn't be alone even for the rest of tonight, not if you didn't choose to be. You have all the outward things women find so attractive. You're handsome, smart, have great manners, a wonderful dancer, funny, personable, and have highly polished social skills. Women are like mice caught by you, the cat. You just play with them until you get bored, and either you consume them and spit out the bones, or you let them scurry away only a little worse for wear."



"Ouch again," he said in retreat. Lance acknowledged the truth in what Kate said with a grin and he too laughed, attempting to ease out of the conversation after having made his point. He knew he would try again later. The night was still young and he intended to make it a long, pleasurable one for Kate. "How would you like to go somewhere we can dance and have a drink in a more active atmosphere?" Lance suggested. "Are you up for some bootie-shaking tonight?"



"Sure," Kate agreed. "I'd love to dance with you." She winked at him and added, "... at least for awhile."



Lance tipped the doorman a fifty dollar bill and they walked in ahead of the line of people wrapped around the building and half way down the block at the Hard Rock Cafe. He paid another fifty to get a select table next to the dance floor with a great view of the stage and band. Lance left Cam at their table and led Kate through the packed dance floor and out the other side into a dimly lit hallway to talk to her in private. It was time to firm up in Kate's mind that he was a changed man, her new man, and that his desire for her was real and enduring. He needed to sell her on his sincerity and dispel any lingering doubt she had about him and his commitment to her.



He nudged Kate toward agreeing to a long-term relationship by saying, "I know what you think of me, that I don't have much of a heart. But, that was the old me, Kate. You have started a process of change in me and now I feel vulnerable. I am vulnerable. I'm not the same man I was when I got here, the womanizer without much of a conscience. I'm as close to feeling true love for a woman as I ever have. I just need more time with you. I need for us to be alone together some. I need you more than anyone in my life now. Help me find a way we can be together again, a way we can let the magic we have found grow and bring us both the kind of future happiness I know we can find in each other. I beg you to help me."



Since Cam had warned her, Kate fully expected Lance's attempt to get her to commit to do more with him in the future. She grinned at how Cam had seen the future with such accuracy and had helped mentally prepare her. Yet, as she stood holding hands with Lance, listening to his sincere-sounding plea, she saw his hunger for her written all over his face. She felt his desire to have more of her in the future was genuine. He seemed so sincere and vulnerable to Kate as he stood there begging for her help to find a way for them to get together again. In spite of all she knew to be true of Lance, he had successfully weaseled his way into her mind and heart. She believed him because she wanted to believe him, to trust him. She wanted, even needed to feel the pride and joy of knowing she had changed Lance, that he now wanted her with all his heart, and that he truly needed to continue to be her lover. Then it hit her. Kate realized in that moment she had crossed the forbidden line of emotional attachment. She had sincere, caring feelings for Lance. She too felt the need for more of him in the future.



Against all good judgment and for reasons she couldn't verbalize in her mind, Kate accepted the fact that she couldn't simply walk away and end things like Cam had suggested she should do if and when she felt a growing attraction to her lover. She felt the exact emotional attachment Cam had told her to pull away from, the one he warned her to run from and end the relationship if she felt such a longing for Lance developing. But, after all, it was their last night together and she had committed to be Lance's lover until the convention ended. What harm could come from letting her growing attraction to Lance run free for a few more hours? Kate made the dubious decision to let her affection for Lance continue to flourish. The tingling of romantic excitement she felt quivering in her body at that moment and the pleasure of his focused attention on her simply felt too good to end. 



Even then, Kate made a conscious effort to slow down, to back off her escalating, caring feelings. She tucked away her loving, romantic instincts as much as her desires would allow at that moment. She responded to Lance in the most neutral way she could manage to verbalize. She told him, "I honestly don't know how to give you what you want from me. You know I'm in a wonderful, loving partnership with my husband. I have to consider Cam's needs as well as my own. And, there're more. I like you a lot Lance, more all the time, and I am trying hard to believe you, trying to believe that you have changed, but I really don't know. My heart tells me you have changed, but my mind tells me it is impossible for someone who has behaved a certain way for so long to change so much in such a short time and become someone else."



Lance simply stared at Kate with a scolded-puppy sadness written all over his face to pressure her into revealing more of her thoughts and emotions. And, it worked.



Kate gave in to her need to soften her previous words. She continued, "I'm very attracted to you, Lance. You know I am, but I can't promise you anything more right now, not without talking to Cam. Honestly Lance, I can't see how our getting together in the future would do much to help you. Sure it would be fun, great fun for all of us and I would dearly love to be with you more, but how would it help you to get on with your life? How would it help you continue to grow and develop the character you need to build the more meaningful relationships you say you want to have?"



Lance looked at Kate with all the longing he could project and played his trump card, "I don't know. I honestly don't. I just know I am going to miss you too much, Kate. Even the thought of not seeing you again hurts my heart. The idea of not seeing you for a whole year is the scariest thing I have ever faced. I don't want to face a future where there is not at least a chance that I can hold you in my arms from time to time. I desperately need at least that much. Is that something you can give me? I need to see you again. I just have to."



Lance didn't wait for Kate's response. He pulled her to him and kissed her to physically demonstrate his hunger. Kate thought she could feel his soul pulling at her and it felt wonderful to be so intensely desired. She sank into the pure joy of being admired and sought after with such passion. He fed her approbation appetite in the most satisfying way. She truly felt wanted, even desperately needed by Lance. Warm, loving feelings filled her groin as the affectionate momentum between them picked up again. His skillful words aroused her need for more and more of his affection. Feeling Lance's intense need made Kate want to surrender to him, to do whatever she could to satisfy his hunger for her. It took all of her strength to keep from telling him she would see him in the future and she would be his lover forever if that is what he really wanted. Her talk with Cam and his sense of what Lance would try returned to her mind. Cam's insight was simply too on track to ignore. Lance had slipped past Kate's bullshit meter with his skillful scheme, but not past her husband's sense that there was more to Lance than met the eye, that all that glittered was not gold. She decided to trust Cam and surrender her instincts to his caring wisdom rather than to give into Lance's very intense and passionate requests.



Kate struggled with her emotions and pulled back to solid, safe ground for the moment. "I'll think it over, Lance. That is all I can promise you right now," she told him.



Lance closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was prepared for her to commit to him and equally prepared to deal with her saying some form of "no." He was ready to argue with "no" and fight back, but he was caught off guard and totally unprepared to deal with a "maybe" answer. There was just no easy way to force the issue in the face of her plea for more time to think things over. Being aggressive and pressing Kate for an immediate decision would heighten the risk of losing her completely. 'Keep trying,' he urged himself. 'Do more to convince her. Keep showing her you care and keep giving. What you're doing will eventually work. Things always work out well unless you quit.'



Lance hugged Kate and in false retreat said, "I understand, Kate. I appreciate that you didn't tell me no. I am so glad you are at least considering some sort of future with me. I can't tell you how happy that makes me feel. You're the most important person in my life now; no bullshit; no overstatement. There is simply nobody that I want to see in the future more than you." He kissed her again and projected into Kate's heart every bit of caring emotion he could find within him.



"Saying goodbye in private?" they heard Cam ask just as their passionate kiss ended. He had kept a vigilant eye and had been eavesdropping from a short distance away for several minutes. Cam knew Lance wasn't about to surrender without one last major offensive. He saw Lance's earlier plea to Kate at dinner for what it was, a soft attempt for him to witness and then a retreat just for show. Cam had figured Lance would try to isolate Kate, just as he did, for his full-bore assault. It was exactly what Cam expected to happen, and proof to him that Lance was much more determined to have his way and simply win the game he was playing rather than to truly care about Kate's long-term well-being.



When Cam caught him in the act of lying by taking Kate off to talk with her rather than to dance, Lance knew better than to lie again. He dare not claim he was simply saying goodbye. So, he honestly admitted, "No, not exactly; I have been trying to find a way "not" to say goodbye, but rather, to find a way to see your wife again sometime soon."



Cam directed a warm understanding smile at his wife, and said to them both, "Somehow, I'm not a bit surprised." 



Lance seized the opportunity Cam left open to him to flatter Kate. He said, "Can you blame me? You're not surprised that I want more of Kate because you know exactly how attractive and desirable your wife is."



"That's very true," Cam acknowledged. "I also know how addictive she can be. Look at me; I'm still hooked!"



"May I have a dance with your lovely wife, a real dance this time?" Lance asked, admitting by implication that he had stolen her away earlier just to talk to her in private.



"Kate?" Cam asked, looking to see what she wanted.



"After I visit the Ladies' room, I would love to dance," she told them.



"You might as well tell me what she said before I hear it from her," Cam told Lance as they walked back to their table.



"I told Kate I wanted to find some way to see her in the future. She told me she didn't trust me completely yet, and that even if she did, she would need to talk it over with you."



"Did her response surprise you?" Cam asked.



"A bit," Lance told him. "I was about 90/10 on expecting a flat, 'Sorry, I can't do anything with you in the future.' I wasn't expecting a, 'Maybe; I'll think about it and talk it over with my husband.'" Lance chuckled and added, "For some strange reason, I can't seem to get, 'I want to talk it over with my husband,' into my stream of thought."



They both laughed out loud at the irony in his statement.



"Do I stand a better chance by begging to you, Cam?" Lance asked.



"Probably, but only slightly," Cam told him. "What would you expect to gain from seeing Kate more in the future? You are going to have to face the reality of not having her at some point. So, other than some short-term fun and the postponement of the inevitable, I don't see the point."



"I don't honestly know, Cam. I just know one thing for sure and that is I want to be with her more. I want that to my very core," Lance told him, thinking his admission might satisfy Cam's question.



Cam had a test ready and asked, "Tell me this, Lance. If you could wave your magic wand and have a future with Kate, apart from making me disappear and her being your woman totally, what would that future be like?"



Lance thought about what he wanted and realized he already knew that answer exactly. He wanted Kate to be his sexual slave in the future, but that was the worst answer he could give. He tried to concentrate on what he could sell to Cam. He considered saying what he wanted was just more of the same threesome they had all enjoyed. That was a distinct possibility and very sellable because it included Cam. He wishfully dreamed of Kate visiting him without Cam for some fun-filled weekends and a time where he could begin to implement the next phase of his plan for her. He quickly decided Cam would never permit her to visit him alone, at least not in the foreseeable future. He considered telling Cam he wanted Kate as a friend, a caring friend to talk to and share his feelings with as he tried to change his life and master a different life strategy... and, that he decided was the best idea of all. It was so innocent looking, the most believable idea that he could come up with to sell to Cam. 'That's the one,' Lance told himself. 'Come in through the back door,' he thought and firmly decided on the friendship angle as a course of action.



He began to answer Cam, "If I'm going to change my life enough to be able to have meaningful relationships, it would be very helpful to have Kate's support. I know I will get my heart stomped on when I put myself on the line for someone new, but I also know I deserve some payback for the way I have treated women in the past. But, having Kate's friendship would be so valuable and constructive. Being able to spend some time consulting with her, actually, with both her and with you, Cam would be really helpful. I know this is going to sound like self-serving flattery, but I honestly feel closer to the two of you and trust you both more than anybody else I know right now. I could use some help and advice from both of you as I try to develop a new set of values and skills to build my life around."



Cam considered Lance's plea for a few thoughtful moments and offered, "I'll do this for you, Lance. I'll discuss your request with Kate when we have the chance to do so in private. I would say the odds are long, definitely not in your favor. Truthfully, I doubt that we can accommodate your needs."



"Why's that? Please fill me in on your reasons, Cam?" Lance pleaded.



Cam answered, "Mostly because I don't see the type of changes in you that make me feel warm and fuzzy about Kate's well-being in a relationship with you over time."



"Haven't I been nice to Kate and tried to make her feel special?" Lance questioned.



"Yes, you have. However, I just gave you a blank canvas to paint a picture that would articulate your future relationship with Kate, any future you wanted as long as I was still in the picture. What you described was all about your needs and your desires, about how she, and I, could help you improve your life, but nothing about the benefits to Kate or me. Your instincts are still very self centered and egotistical. Surmising what you just told me, I see a future of you using Kate, and perhaps me, until you get all you can from us and then doing the typical Lance Danner thing, running off to find your next victim. I hate to be so blunt about this, but I don't see how offering you sugar-coated bullshit in this little heart-to-heart talk is useful to our relationship," Cam explained.



Lance realized how true Cam's words were. He had been talking exclusively about his needs. He swallowed his pride and tried again. "You're right, Cam. It's my nature to think of myself first and to bait women with just the opposite. I create the illusion of an unselfish caring me and then proceed to get all I can until that fantasy bubble bursts and the woman realizes what a disingenuous scoundrel I have been with her. The thing is, that behavior is not working for me, not for anything more than the short term. Women eventually become bitter and resentful of my selfish ways. I want to change the way I relate to women and learn to think of others more. That may be selfish also in an indirect way, but just getting another woman into bed for a short term relationship is not what I want anymore. Even if it is ultimately for my benefit, I am now willing to give a lot more than I ever have to Kate, to you, and to the future women with whom I will want to have meaningful relationships."



"I am still waiting to hear how you plan on making my wife happy. Tell me how you plan to add any measure of meaningful quality to her life." Cam calmly challenged Lance.



Kate returned and coyly asked, "What in the world could you two handsome gentlemen be discussing so seriously?"              

<hr pg="4" />"Unfortunately, I've been talking to Cam mostly about me, about my issues and my needs when I should have been discussing you and your future happiness," Lance said, mostly to lessen the impact of Cam telling her the details of their discussion later on.



"Oh, I see," Kate commented. "I take it from that look on your face that you got a healthy dose of reality from my loving husband. Am I right?"



"Yes, a very insightful and sobering reality check I'm afraid," Lance told her.



"He does have a way of cutting through the fluff and getting to the heart of matters, doesn't he?" Kate suggested. 



"He does. I am so glad you returned and rescued me before I was completely castrated," Lance said and laughed. He added, "But seriously, what he said to me was exactly what I needed to hear, even if it wasn't entirely soothing to my ego."



Kate suggested, "Why don't we suspend this conversation and finish it later, maybe at a farewell meeting tomorrow just after the convention closes. We did have a deal to keep sharing out our best with each other until the convention was over. Isn't that what we agreed to do, in essence? I suggest that we not get bogged down with these "what ifs" about the future just yet. Let's spend the time we have left here fully enjoying each other. Didn't you ask me to dance?"



"Yes, I did," Lance answered as he extended his hand to Kate. He looked at Cam and said, "Thank you for sharing your honest and very enlightening thoughts."



Cam just smiled and nodded. As he watched Lance lead Kate to the dance floor, he wondered at the wisdom of dealing honestly with such a man. He doubted any good would come of it, and worse, he assumed Lance would simply use the insight he gained to further his selfish desires. He didn't want to see Kate get drawn further into that tangled web of Lance's life. Cam made the decision to tactfully cut things off as soon as an appropriate time presented itself.



Lance's competitive drive consumed him. His overwhelming instinct was to flood Kate with the attention she so loved, enough to woo her completely. His overriding motivation was to fight with all the skill and cunning he could muster, to do whatever it took to win. Every cell in his body was excited by the challenge of having Kate agree to a continuing relationship with him. Winning became an end in itself to Lance. He had to find a way to get her to agree, fuck the cost. The type of future he envisioned with Kate was so ripe with potential rewards that she became his obsession. Lance made the firm decision to do anything and everything necessary to own a piece of Kate's heart, no matter what the costs. 'Is there any one thing I could do to win her over completely? I need a big move, but what's it going to be?' he pondered in the back of his mind as he poured on his charm.



Kate felt the increased attention Lance lavished on her from the first time their bodies rubbed against each other on the dance floor. By the end of the slow song she was fully sexually-aroused, her face flushed with the radiant evidence of her feverish excitement. Lance held her close, smothering her with his tender touch, snuggling into her and hugging her even as they danced. His hands roamed her back exciting Kate. She could feel him drinking in the pleasure of her body with hands. With a teasing friskiness, Lance squeezed Kate's butt cheeks, paying no attention to their lack of privacy. Her nipples responded to his overt sexual touching. As he squeezed her ass cheeks suggestively with firmly gripping fingers, Kate's nipples tightened into delightful, pronounced extensions of her excited body. They formed highly-attractive, very pronounced dents just below the upper hem of the fabric of her shiny, silver dress. The seductive dress Lance had bought her and requested she wear for him that evening hung temptingly off the, exposed, inviting, upper slope of her bouncing breasts. The proximity of the hem to her hard nipples and the lively movement of her breasts under the skimpy fabric teased all onlookers with the threat of exposure at any second. She felt his fierce hunger locking in on her, hyper-focused once again, and with such intense determination it took more toll on her body. Her skin heated rapidly and there was no doubt about the growing wetness between her legs again.



Kate loved the sexual heat and pleasure she felt when Lance came after her with his desire on such aggressive display. She could feel him craving all she had to offer, his need to dominate and possess her. She loved feeling his intense, passionate hunger for her. Kate's mind melted in the wake of Lance's overt display of affection and she jumped willing into the flames of his fiery desire. His intensity made her wish he would abandon all attempts to control his passion, that he would drag her off somewhere and fuck her every which way known to mankind. She wanted to feel him consumed with passion for her again with their bodies locked together, feeling his hard dick plunging deep inside her. She wanted the joyous pleasure of being fucked hard by Lance with all his pent-up desire unleashed on her, fucked senseless, totally sated from his physical demands, used up. Kate's mind pictured Lance unleashing his desperate need for her, kissing her and fucking her with wild, animalistic cravings, telling her how much he wanted and needed her all the while. She imagined him ravishing her with greedy hands and throwing his sweating, flushed-red, heated body into hers with his desperate need to dominate and own her.



The bank played the rousing tune, "Wild Thing," and Kate was the wild thing. She started out dancing coyly, much like a conservative, very un-hip librarian, someone who could barely find the beat of the music. She toyed with Lance and the men surrounding her, smiling and exchanging a few winks. 



Lance challenged Kate and urged her on, "Get dirty now, babe. I love it when you dance really naughty and sexy for me."



Kate smiled at Lance with a big willing grin and began to find the rhythm of the music. Her body increasingly became one with the beat. She slithered, humped and wiggled her ass and tits with captivating skill, visually seducing every man who could see her. She truly became the wild thing for those watching. By the end of the song, the thing on the minds of the men watching her wild dancing was some form of, 'I want to fuck that woman. I would die to fuck that hot number right now. I really, really want to fuck her.' 



The band played "Satisfaction" and again Kate held all the attention of the men within eyesight. Half way through the song hysteria and screaming, backed by wild applause, broke out as Mick Jagger appeared and took over the vocals for a brief guest appearance. He sang a verse and began talking into the microphone. "Satisfaction is a hard thing to find, isn't it? Say "Hell yes," he teased the crowd. "Hell yes," they yelled back. He jumped down off the stage and walked through the dancing couples. "I need a woman to come dance for me while I sing. I want the kind of woman who could give me some real satisfaction, a woman with cat-like grace and a body that just won't quit. I saw her here somewhere earlier," he said, teasingly looking at one woman and then another. "She is wearing a shiny silver dress, a raven-haired beauty..." All at once a spotlight hit Kate and blinded her. "There she is," Mick announced. 



Kate felt his hand leading her to the stage. "Keep dancing just like you were doing out on the dance floor. Keep being a beautiful, dancing, sex goddess for me, love," Mick whispered to her. 



Kate closed her eyes and began to writhe and undulate to the music just as she had earlier. "Good girl," he whispered. He announced though the microphone, "With her, I could get some serious satisfaction. How about you guys?" 



"Say "Hell yes" for me," he screamed out.



"Hell yes!" the crowd yelled back.



"Again!"



"Hell yes!"



"But, she belongs to this man," he said pointing to Lance, "So...," the music hit hard on his cue and he went on singing, "I can't get no-ooo, sat-tis-fact-shun. No, I can't get..."



Kate's emotions soared, caught up in all the attention suddenly focused on her. She imagined Mick and the whole band had her alone somewhere, all of them rabid with desire for her. She danced to that salacious image in her mind and lost herself in her fantasy. All sense of time abandoned her and she became a sexual slave dancing to her own sordid desire to have Mick and the band all take turns with her. She teased her onlookers by hiking her skirt up high, showing off her legs above her shimmering, silver hose as she wiggled, squirmed and used every feminine skill she had to excite the lusting men watching her. She hoped some of the men directly in front of the stage could see her naked, shaved pussy under her dress. It ignited Kate's exhibitionist fever that men might be peeking up her dress, that she was making them hard and horny by showing off her pussy to them.



As she swayed and gyrated her body to the rhythmic fantasies in her mind, Kate eased her dress upward until she was sure some of the crowd directly below her could view her naked sex. The realization she was being such a wild temptress by showing off her pussy in public increased her appetite for the lusty approval even more men. She truly loved being the naughty girl and wanted to be naughtier yet. She thrilled at the idea of showing her naked body to the hungry eyes of horny men. Her fantasy exhibitionist's desires sent waves of sexual arousal over her body and tickled her imagination to do more.



"Wow, is she hot or what?" Mick asked the crowd. "What's your name beautiful lady?"



"Kate," she told him as he held the microphone to her lips.



"Give Kate a big hand. I know in my heart she could give me some very real satisfaction. Give it up for Kate," he urged the crowd on.



The crowd went wild for Kate, and of course even more so for Mick.



As the band cranked up again with another tune, Mick led Kate back to Lance and thanked him. He handed Kate a couple of VIP passes to see him again and said, "Come see me real soon, darling, and thank you for that hot, hot, hot dance number. You truly were a vision to behold. I surely did enjoy watching you. I'm quite sure every man in here appreciated your performance."



"You're more than welcome. It was my pleasure," she said, still star struck with her emotions floating on a dreamlike cloud. "Thank you for inviting me!" she added with genuine excitement.



Mick gave Kate a hug and quick kiss. He turned around to the raft of women surrounding him that were hoping for an autograph. He took a pen and pad from one and wrote, "Call me sometime. You really got my attention. My personal cell phone ###-###-####. Hope you do, signed Mick." He turned and slipped the folded note into Kate's hand. He signed a few autographs and was gone.



"That was exciting!" Cam commented to Kate and Lance when they rejoined him. 



"You can't even imagine how exciting it was, honey," she told him. "I think I had some type of continuous orgasm while I was dancing for him. It was all I could do to keep from squirting I was so aroused doing that."



She turned to Lance and gave him a big kiss and hug, "Thank you so much for arranging that. I need to go to the restroom now, but I want you to take me somewhere where we can do very intimate, naughty things when I get back." Without waiting for a response, Kate grabbed her purse and was gone in the next instant.



Lance and Cam could hear the wolf whistles directed at Kate until they saw the top of the Ladies' Room door close behind her over the sea of people.



Kate unfolded the note in the stall and couldn't believe her eyes. She pulled up the bottom of her shimmering, little dress and masturbated. She couldn't help but moan out loud as she climaxed hard. The first hard squirt of cum splashed against the door of the stall and ran off before Kate blocked the remaining spurts with her hand and forced her spurting juices to run down her hand into the commode.



"Mick got you a little turned on, did he?" a pretty blonde asked as Kate washed her hands. "Shame you didn't let me know. I could have helped you relieve that tension," she added with a sexy grin.



Kate tried to hide the look of surprise. "Well... er... thanks for the thought anyway," she said. Kate tossed her towel in the bin and left the pretty woman refreshing her lipstick.



'Why is it that suddenly everybody I meet wants my body?' Kate thought as she walked away from the restroom with a smile. 'Oh well, the attention certainly is exciting!' she accepted.



"Did you arrange that for Kate?" Cam asked Lance as Kate disappeared into the restroom.



"No. I didn't have anything to do with it," Lance admitted.



"Why didn't you tell her the truth then?" Cam questioned him.



"She didn't give me much of a chance, did she?" Lance responded.



"I guess not," Cam conceded. He didn't like this new wrinkle. This new event put a kink in his plan to call an end to the night and the threesome altogether. Kate was even more infatuated with Lance and committed to him now. He liked it even less that Lance seemed perfectly willing to take credit for something Kate really enjoyed, but that he had nothing to do with. It only confirmed to Cam the man's lack of integrity and character.



Lance realized Cam would use his silence against him if he didn't come clean immediately. 



"I need to explain something to you," Lance told Kate first thing when she joined them.



"Okay," she said.



"That thing with Mick was all you, Kate. I didn't set that up or have anything to do with it. He just saw what I see in you and loved those qualities as much as I do. Like me, he wanted to share a few precious moments with you. So, anyway, I just couldn't let you think I did that for you. It was all due to your beauty, attractiveness and amazing dancing skills. I'm so happy for you. I can't believe you turned on Mick Jagger that way! Well, actually I can, but I can't believe our luck and the timing of things."



It simply didn't register in Kate's brain that Lance hadn't set up her dancing opportunity with Mick Jagger, much less that he had wrongly let her linger in her belief that he had set up the deal. She was so caught up in feeling the lusty admiration of the crowd, Mick Jagger and the blonde in the restroom that Lance's temporary indiscretion just didn't sink in. Even when he admitted he hadn't set up the dance invitation with the famous rock star, his admission didn't change the fantasy version of reality in Kate's mind. She was living in temporary, fantasy bubble that wasn't much more grounded than total dreamland. She was sexually aroused to a point of blissful insanity. Her hormones and endorphins were running rampant, overpowering her cognitive abilities. Her sexual desires and the joy of being admired so intensely in such unexpected ways were so strong they simply replaced reality. 



Kate looked at Cam with innocent bliss and heartfelt gratitude in her face. "Can you believe it, honey, that Lance did all this for me; the shopping, the fancy suite, Tom Jones earlier and now this with Mick Jagger?" she asked.



Cam blinked his eyes and shook his head to see if he was seeing and hearing what he thought he was. "He just told you he didn't set this up, love," Cam said trying to bring her back from la-la-land.



"It's true; I didn't," Lance added, if only to avoid being branded as blatantly dishonest.



"Bullshit," Kate said and grinned with knowing false-confidence. "I know what you guys are up to. You are feeding my ego by introducing me to these stars. You want to turn me on so much I will want to do bad things with you! Well, I'm on to your little game, but I am ready to do bad things with you anyway. Hey, let's get out of here, I'm as horny as I think I've ever been in my whole life and I need a man, either one of you two, or both of you."



As Lance and Cam took a moment to digest what they had just heard, Kate requested, "Get me some shots of tequila for the ride." She tilted her head back and exclaimed, "Oh god, this is so unbelievably exciting, it's just unreal!"



Cam shook his head again in disbelief. He was sitting there astonished, looking at Kate, wondering how long her mental impairment would last when he heard Lance say, "Okay, sure. Tequila it is... coming right up." Hearing Lance's words reminded him that the evening and Kate's involvement with Lance was still far from over. And, it truly was. Once Kate had downed her shooters, they took a cab to the sex club again.



Cam was still pondering Kate's state of denial, even as he watched Kate and Lance sharing their passion with each other in the backseat of the cab, kissing, pawing at each other's body and pushing the other higher into sexual ecstasy with lusty compliments as they made out. It frustrated Cam and concerned him to see Kate's grip on reality so altered. He saw the danger in the vulnerability that came along with her disillusionment; it worried him. Kate was becoming increasingly drunk and she was already wildly turned on to the point of being completely out of character. Her behavior appeared more and more alien to the Kate he knew. She grew wilder and more reckless by the minute, much more so than Cam had ever seen. 



When Lance had given her a choice about what to do next, Kate had picked the sex club again over going back for a nice romantic threesome in their hotel room. Her hunger for approval made her crave the lusty looks of men drinking in the sight of her naked body. She could almost feel the excitement, the thrill of seeing the lust in men's eyes again as they watched her get naked and have sex in front of them. She craved seeing their sexual desire ablaze in their eyes and on their faces for her while she fucked both her lover and her husband. 



In the backseat of the cab, Kate hastily undid Lance's pants and sucked his dick. Cam noticed her behavior was crude and trashy by comparison to the way Kate normally conducted herself, so unlike Kate's normal persona, her poised, sophisticated, ladylike manner. Kate's alcohol-fueled, aggressive blow job became increasingly uninhibited and slutty looking, to the point of being almost vulgar in the way she greedily shoved her face down on Lance's dick. She moaned her pleasure, slurped loudly and delighted in the gurgling sounds she produced by shoving his dick-head in and out of her throat repeatedly.



"I love your thick cock and I love sucking you off like this," Kate enthusiastically announced as she stripped off her dress. She sucked his dick some more and then crawled over Lance. She fucked him without regard for the consequences of anyone who might see them in the backseat of the cab, naked but for her garter and hose as they were driven through downtown Las Vegas. Cam watched in total amazement and could only shake his head is partial disbelief as various strangers along their route saw his naked wife running totally amuck, fucking her lover in the backseat of their taxi.



Kate's unchecked approbation-lust dominated her will and took control of her behavior. She gave into her hot, lusty feelings, letting go of all her inhibitions and was thrilled at being watched by strangers while Lance's fat cock plunged deep into her pussy and satisfied her physical needs. This threesome fantasy had started as a small candle-like flame days ago, but now it raged like a massive, very real, wildfire inside her. "I want a whole room full of horny men to see you fuck me like this. I want to see them jacking off watching us," she fantasized aloud to Lance. "The thought of us being watched that way is so freaking hot. Will fucking me on full display in front of the men in the sex club excite you too?"



"Yes, baby-doll; we'll do anything you want. Just tell me," Lance answered to placate and appease her. A few minutes later with them sitting in the backseat of the cab parked in front of the sex club, Lance helped her put her dress back on.

<hr pg="5" />It didn't take Kate long to get wild again. Lance had the attendant in the sex club play "Wild Thing" followed by, "Satisfaction." Kate danced and stripped for everyone in the room, working her way through the crowd, giving many of the men there the equivalent of mini table dances. Cam didn't even attempt to stop Kate or try to talk her out of her wildness. He realized from her uninhibited behavior in the cab that she was intent on sewing the last of her wild oats with Lance and that she was determined to end her sexual fling with him in a blaze of glory.



Cam considered his options and willfully chose to let Kate's wild course of action run its course. He felt sure this path Kate was racing down with Lance was unsustainable, that it was going to end in some train wreck of emotional disaster, implode. He figured that would be the end of Lance. He opted to do nothing other than to keep a watch out for her safety and fend off any danger that might come Kate's way. He felt confident that letting things run their own course was the best way to proceed, even when his choice was very apprehensive and uncomfortable to Cam as he had to watch the events progress.



When her strip show was over, Lance took Kate a double shot of tequila which she downed immediately. He led her to the same sofa she was on the night before. As they made out naked for all to watch, a man walked up to them and dropped a dildo beside her. Kate glanced down at the fake dick and went back to making out with her lover. "Dildo show!" a different man yelled out. Then two, then three, then a whole chorus were calling out the same chant urging Kate on. They wanted action.



"Do you want to put on another show?" Lance asked. 



Kate felt the heat of doing such a forbidden thing tingling all over her body, begging her to oblige. The idea of capturing the undivided attention of all the men with such a bold, naughty show make her stomach turn-over with anxious excitement, but her desire to be lusted after was much stronger than her will to resist. 



"I'm scared to death, but, yes, I do. I'll do it," she whispered in Lance's ear, her words slightly slurred from the effects of the rapid shots of tequila. 



Lance looked into her eyes and could see she was drunk. He pondered being the nice guy, the considerate one by taking her back to the hotel with Cam, but decided his chances of winning her over were better by enabling her fantasies right where they were. Lance knew he was choosing the selfish path, thinking of himself again rather than Kate. He just couldn't help himself. He pushed onward hoping that by giving her another fantasy experience he would keep the control of her he had gained and find a way to cement a future with her. He still had plans for her, potentially lucrative ones, and he decided this was no time to play Mr. Nice Guy.



"Oh god, this is scary. I've never done anything so wild... so unladylike," Kate added.



Lance told her, "Don't worry about it, Kate. You don't have to always be a lady, especially not here with me. Look, just pretend you're my sex slave. I'm ordering you to put your dress back on and do this for me. I want you to make a real show of fucking yourself with this dildo. Let me see you get really nasty for me. I know you have a desire burning inside you show off your body to strangers. You love exposing yourself. When you share your awesome beauty that way it turns you on as much as it does me and all the other men watching you. You just love having us all lusting after you. So, are you willing to be my hot, little, sex slave tonight and mind me by putting on a show? I think you will love giving up control to me. You need this, Kate."



"Okay, but what kind of show... doing what exactly? I wouldn't know what to do unless you told me," Kate asked, almost as if she didn't hear the part about becoming Lance's sex slave.



"Well then, just imagine you are coming in after a hot date and you are horny as hell. Your date got you dripping wet, but he was too timid a guy to fuck you. You want a dick in you so badly that it hurts. Just play with your pussy for us horny guys to watch and enjoy, okay? Touch your pussy some first and then fuck yourself with the dildo and come really hard for us," he coached her by feeding her a role to play. 



Kate held the dildo in one hand and her dress in the other as she made her way to the restroom, stumbling twice on the way. She washed the dildo, dressed in the stall and tried the fake dick on, actually in, for size. "God that feels good," she thought as she pushed the soft rubber shaft up inside her. She worked the flared rim of the head in and out of her pussy a few times, letting the pronounced rim rake against the walls of her excited cunt push the wonderful feeling of arousal rapidly higher. Barely able to stop her drunken self-pleasure before she climaxed, Kate finally realized, 'I better get back outside before I waste the chance to come in front of all those horny men.'



Cam sat at the bar and sipped a drink with a serious scowl on his face while watching the show. Lance ordered a drink for himself and several more shooters for Kate from the waitress. He didn't go anywhere near Cam. He could sense Cam's distress with what he was doing with Kate from his body language and the look on his face. Lance had Kate under his control and wasn't about to engage Cam in any type of discussion that might change the dynamics away from his advantage.



Lance decided to up the stakes to see if giving Kate her wildest fantasy fuck night ever would seal the deal for him, if it would be his bit ticket to ultimate success with her. He wanted to leave Kate with a memory of him that would surface often in her mind and make her realize her need to see him again once they were apart. He wanted her to crave having more of what he could offer her. 



Lance wanted more than sex for Kate, much more, but first things first. Sinking his hooks deeply into her now was all he could realistically hope for at the moment. He thought to himself, "I'll have her soon. She is coming along so well. It's only a matter of arranging for a few more pleasures for her now. I'm so freaking good at this."



<em>End of Chapter 8, continued in Chapter 9



Editing dedication beyond what any writer could reasonably expect was graciously provided by Rosie. Thank you,. I'm in awe of you and so very thankful.



Story comments are highly encouraged, but be aware that I edit them with the only editing tool I have for comments. If I don't think they are fair or civil, (cause there are some troll who are not) I don't hesitate to zap the comment with the delete button and watch the sparkling, little, toasted fragments float back down onto my computer screen. Know what I mean? Thanks for reading my works. </em> 

