'I don't know about this' was the phrase that kept running through my head, and just what the hell was a hotwife convention? I mean, there was a convention for this fetish? Studs flocking to this convention just to fuck wives shared by their husbands?
At this point, having shared my wife with many men I was hardly king of the high road but I always wondered about the source, our neighbors, Ken and Jenny, who were happily led to the kinkiest stuff they could get into.
I know, you're thinking that for all intents and purposes I'd become Ken but I wanted to think I was slightly above where he lived. I know. I'm out of my mind. To prove it we accepted the invitation to go to the hotwife shindig with them.
We even agreed to share a room with them, a two room suite with two king beds, a convenient swapping set up. Ken's idea for more Suzie but not such a bad deal for more Jenny either.
I just had the feeling, not a bad feeling, but a feeling that things might get complicated. I get these gut feelings and I used to ignore them but I've learned to pay attention.
Flying out, our seat assignments got messed up and we ended up in coach in a three seat row, the middle seat occupied by a man in his thirties. Now most of the time you might ask the person if they minded switching seats because we were together.
Seeing I was about to ask him, Suzie derailed my request. Hmmm, I knew where this might be going. Even so, he picked up, based on our banter, that we were together and offered to switch seats.
"Oh no," interjected Suzie, "we're not together, we just met at the boarding gate."
I was close to saying something but she gave me 'the look' again so I stopped myself. I began to think I was either the greatest husband a nymphomaniac could ever have or the biggest sap on the planet. I wasn't sure which.
As we settled in for the takeoff the three of us were quiet.
After we'd gotten in the air and removed our seatbelts I noticed Suzie adjusting her clothing. I couldn't quite tell because of the armrests but it seemed like she had partially hiked up her skirt and then pulled the tray table down to cover her peekaboo.
Before the table covered it she left enough time for her neighbor to see the white of her panties edging out. Then her right arm seemed to be moving under the tray. He noticed that too and lowered his own tray table. Hmmm.
As the old saying goes, this was 'not my first rodeo', although it might have been his. She had hooked and reeled him in quickly. If there were a master class in seduction she would have taught it.
As she touched herself she made small, almost imperceptible, sounds of satisfaction and he didn't miss a second of that. Not sure what to do he was frozen but she helped him find his way by taking his hand and guiding it to her wet panties. I watched her do this and looking down I watched the growing bulge in his pants. He was all in and under her spell.
I just wondered where it was all going. Suzie loved the chase as much as the act itself but obviously the options were few. He might get her off and it would be over or they may shoot for the mile high club. I had no idea what was available beyond the obvious two seats next to me.
"Excuse me," said Suzie to the passing flight attendant, "I'm a little cold. Do you have a small blanket?"
"Sure," she said, popping open one of the upper bins and producing a blue flannel blanket.
Suzie put the tray table back and spread the blanket over her lap and then, with what I'm sure was a simple gesture of goodwill, she offered to share it with her new fly buddy. He, having a modicum of imagination, could see where this was going and readily accepted her selfless offer.
Then, as I expected, he undid his pants under the blanket and left his pole available to Suzie, who readily went to work jerking him and conversely his hand resumed manipulating her juicy clit.
They jerked each other until Suzie came with mouth open and a low moan escaping her orgasmic body. Fly buddy was close as well but had what I considered a logistical problem...cum.
Leave it to Suzie. She went under the blanket and gave him head until he came in her mouth and she swallowed all the evidence of their good time. Other than the head bobbing I didn't see it but I heard it.
All of this and we hadn't even gotten to the convention yet. In case you were wondering, yes, Ken and Jenny were on the same flight but, in first class, missed all the Suzie action in coach. Ken would certainly be turned on by a retelling of the story.
I saw fly buddy hand Suzie a business card and she put it in her purse. As we stood to deplane he asked if he could see her again. She got creative and said, "I'd better not because my husband gets jealous."
"Oh, you're married? I thought you...where is your husband now?"
With absolute earnest she said, "He's up in first class with his girlfriend."
To this, fly buddy looked completely confused and a look of befuddlement crossed his face that never faded as he disappeared into the hundreds of people hurrying to other terminals.
"Did I get demoted?" I asked her, tongue-in-cheek.
"No, silly," she said laughing. "I was being just weird enough to end the conversation. It seemed to work."
We met up with Ken and Jenny in baggage, caught a cab and headed for the hotel. Ken chose the place well since it was right across the street from the auditorium hosting the convention.
Just moving among the people in the lobby gave you the feeling of common purpose. All eyes wandered, a whole lot of them in the direction of Suzie and Jenny. These were, after all, hotwives so there were some exceptional beauties literally everywhere. It was enough to give you a permanent walking woody.
After settling in we went right to the auditorium floor and checked out the numerous vendors, stages and anything else having to do with sharing your hotwife with other men. On the surface you might think, 'Well how much could there possibly be to sell/entertain couples going down this path?'
The answer was surprisingly a lot.
