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  "It seems that I do!" she said.

  As though Kate looking at them was the prompt to break some spell they all started moving over. They looked hesitant at first, but they were also eager. There was an undercurrent of arousal and anticipation that I felt like I could reach out and touch.

  Katie took it all in stride. She turned to smile at them as though she expected nothing less than for these guys to approach her after the naughty time they'd just had. And I had to admit that after everything I'd just witnessed I wanted nothing more than to see where this was going. A group of guys getting up close and personal, hell her giving a hand job in the middle of the convention floor, was a hell of a lot more than I'd bargained for when I first decided to indulge in this fantasy, but you bet your ass I was going to roll with it!

  "Can I help you boys?"

  To my surprise the one who spoke up was the guy who first grabbed her ass. He looked away and then back to my wife. Then he got nudged by the guy that had gotten the jerk off fantasy of a lifetime and that seemed to give him some encouragement. The third guy stayed back not saying anything, but he occasionally glanced at my wife.

  "Well you know the Live Dungeon?" he asked.

  Kate cocked an eyebrow and looked to me then back with a blank stare as though she had no idea what they were talking about. Of course she knew what the Live Dungeon was. Everyone who came to this convention knew what the Live Dungeon was. It was one of the attractions of going to a convention this big.

  Basically it was just what it sounded like. A dungeon, like from the game of the same name that featured dungeons and giant flying lizards in equal measure, only it was set up in the convention center like some sort of geeky playground. People could rent out time in the thing and have fun, and there were also open exhibitions where people could go through it to see but not play. There was also supposedly a big tournament, though I hadn't paid particular attention to that when I was signing up for the convention considering gaming hadn't really been our geeky cup of tea for a few years now. Too busy with work and all that.

  "Well it's this place where…"

  Suddenly Muscles elbowed his friend who let out a surprised and annoyed yelp, but the result was the same now as it had been earlier when they were jockeying for position next to my wife. The T-shirt dude, as I was now thinking of him, moved aside and rubbed a spot on his shoulder where he'd been elbowed.

  "It's this really cool thing where you go into a real dungeon," he said. Then he frowned. "Well I guess it's not a real dungeon, but it's sort of like a real dungeon. They probably use foam and stuff. The point is…"

  Only he was interrupted by his friend elbowing him.

  "The point is that we have a session scheduled in there later today, and it would be really awesome if you could come along and join us!"

  Kate tapped a finger against her lip, a sure sign she was considering the offer. She also turned to wink at me which let me know she was more than considering it. This definitely sounded interesting, though I didn't think any of the fun I'd like to see my wife getting up to in the Live Dungeon would actually happen. Something told me it was pretty heavily regulated to keep people from doing exactly the sort of things that were running through my head on repeat.

  "That sounds like it could be fun," she said. "What do you think honey?"

  I shrugged. I didn't want these guys to think we were too eager. No, they needed to work for this. "It could be fun," I said. "If you're up for it then I'd consider it."

  "What time will you be there boys?" she asked.

  "We're scheduled for three o'clock," Muscles said.

  "We'd love to have you there!" the shy one finally piped up. I was surprised to hear him talk, though he couldn't be too shy considering his shyness hadn't stopped him from running his hand up my wife's side earlier.

  "Well I'll certainly think about it boys," she said. "You'll have your answer if I show up at the dungeon at three o'clock."

  Their faces fell just a little. It was clear they were disappointed at not getting the answer they wanted right away, but they also weren't about to say anything and ruined their chances completely. Kate gave one final wave and took my hand. My cock twitched as I realized it was the hand she'd been using to jerk Muscles off, and she obviously hadn't washed it.

  The thought was driving me wild. We walked away, and I noticed she was putting some extra sway into her step. I was sure that was all for the benefit of her new friends. I looked over my shoulder and sure enough they were all standing there staring at my wife, slack-jawed. The one she'd just jerked off was particularly enamored of her backside as she walked away.

  I could only imagine the thoughts running through their heads as they watched my wife walking away. I was sure each and every one of those college studs was thinking about how much they would love to have her bent over. How much they would love to rip that costume off and have their way with her. It sent a shiver running through me thinking about them thinking about her like that. Thinking about using my wife for their pleasure.

  The question was, were we going to be at that dungeon when it came time for their scheduled appointment? I didn't know. It was all up to Kate. She was the one calling the shots with this game. Although it was starting to get very serious, and I wasn't sure how far it would go if we did end up meeting with them.

  "I'm hungry," she said. "What would you say to getting a bite at the food court?"

  I tried to sound nonchalant. I had a feeling we were about to have a conversation about whether or not she was going to be at that Live Dungeon. About what she was going to do or willing to do if we did show up at the Live Dungeon. "That sounds fine to me."

  Getting lunch ended up being more difficult than I would have imagined, mostly because I was preoccupied with the pesky fact that I had a raging hard on. No matter what I did to try and get rid of the thing it refused to go away. Thinking about baseball, Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day, nothing was working. No matter what I thought of to try and get my problem to go down thoughts of my wife under one of those guys, my wife sandwiched in between them, my wife getting felt up, ran through my head on repeat and it was all I could do to keep from having an orgasm in my pants right in the middle of one of the food courts that dotted the convention center.

  Through a combination of using my convention swag bag and the tray that the cheap but very overpriced convention center food was put on I managed to hide my conundrum long enough to get to a table where Kate was waiting for me. She was looking absolutely stunning even doing something as simple as sitting at one of the cheap convention center tables. And she also had an audience even here. People were walking by and doing double takes as they saw her in that outfit. I saw at least one creepy neck beard on the other side of the food court who was trying to take a surreptitious picture of her with his iPhone, but he quickly put the phone away when he realized I'd spotted him being a creep.

  I almost laughed and shook my head, but didn't. Conventions brought out all types, creepy as well as nice.

  "So what did you think of that photo you took with your phone?" she asked.

  I cocked an eyebrow. "You mean what did I think of you jerking off that guy?"

  Kate looked up at me with her best innocent expression that was anything but. "I don't know what you're talking about baby!"

  She said it in a breathless rush, as though I was accusing her of something. She quickly grinned and then we were giggling. She knew I wasn't mad. Not really. I knew I could never be upset with her for doing something nice like fulfilling my fantasy, even if it did mean that she was stretching the boundaries of traditional fidelity in a marriage.

  Yeah, where most men would be pissed off, I was just turned on.

  "Oh really?" I said with mock severity. If she was going to play up the sweet and innocent angle then I was going to really play up putting the screws to her. "It's interesting you would say that, because I happen to have photographic proof of your little indiscretion."

  "Oh really
? I'd like to see that!"

  I fished in my pocket and pulled out my phone. I tapped a couple of times to pull up my photo gallery I looked up at her and winked. "I bet you would!"

  I scooted around the small circular table and leaned in close. Chances were nobody would walk past and happen to glance down at my screen. Even if they did there was a good chance they wouldn't realize what they were looking at. Still, there were enough people walking by and taking a second look at my wife that I decided I wasn't going to take any chances that one of those second looks might also lead them to realize they were looking at a picture of my wife jerking off some stranger right in the middle of the convention floor.

  I pulled up the first shot. Her hand down the guy's pants. The next shot. Her pulling her hand away. The third shot where a string of his come was trailing away from her hand.

  "As you can see, I have incontrovertible evidence right here! You can't deny it!"

  She let out a noise that was halfway between a gasp and a sexy little purr. God I loved it when she made that noise.

  "I suppose this is undeniable proof," she said. "So what are you going to do with it now that you have this evidence of your wife being such a naughty girl?"

  I locked eyes with her. Licked my lips.

  "That depends. I guess the question is really what do you want to do?"

  Some of the playfulness left her face and she was serious for a moment. Her shoulders slumped down and she looked like she was actually having trouble with this decision for the first time all day.

  "I don't know," she said. "I just don't know. What I did out there while you were taking those pictures was hot, but it seems like going to that dungeon would be taking things too far. I'm afraid if we went there things would go too far…"

  I sighed. "I know what you mean."

  I didn't say anything else. I knew what she meant, but at the same time I was so turned on by the idea of what might happen if she did end up going to that dungeon. I realized that I desperately wanted to see what might happen if she went to that dungeon. I wasn't going to tell her that though. No, I didn't want to pressure her in any way. If she made this decision then I wanted it to be her decision and hers alone.

  This was one hell of a line we were thinking of crossing, but it was her line to cross. I could lead her up to it and let her know I was interested, make sure she knew she wouldn't upset me if she did decide to cross that line, but I wasn't pushing her over it.

  "It's not like we could get into too much trouble in a public place like that, right?"

  I shrugged. "I don't know how much security they keep in places like that. It's hard to tell how much trouble you could or couldn't get into, assuming you wanted to get into any trouble at all."

  I knew that I very much wanted her to get into all sorts of trouble, but I wasn't going to say that. No pushing.

  "So would you like it if those dungeons weren't very well patrolled? Would you like it if we had some privacy you naughty boy?"

  I thought about my answer. I thought about it long and hard. Which, incidentally, was also a very good description of my cock right about now. I had a feeling she wasn't just floating a hypothetical question here. No, that sounded suspiciously like she was asking permission. The only question was did I want to give it?

  Who the hell was I kidding? Of course I did!

  "I think I'd like it if you ended up having a little privacy," I said. "As long as I got to watch, of course."

  "Of course," she said.

  I stared down at my overpriced convention center pizza. I was picking at it without actually taking a bite. No, I was far too distracted by our conversation, by the implications behind it, to have much of an appetite.

  The only appetite I was really feeling was an appetite for my wife. For watching her with those guys. Sure they might chicken out, sure we might back out at the last minute after realizing that the fantasy was going a bit too far, but it was something I desperately wanted to try.

  This fantasy had taken hold of my erotic imagination and it wasn't letting go. This fantasy was something that I very much wanted to try. Sure things were rushing ahead far faster than I'd anticipated when it first took hold, but I figured why not? The opportunity was here, and I figured that opportunities like this only happened if you were willing to seize the moment. If we put it off now then who's to say we wouldn't put it off later? Who's to say we wouldn't keep putting it off in perpetuity until we were old and gray in the nursing home worried about breaking a hip if we tried out the fantasy at long last?

  No, I didn't want to wait that long. Opportunity was here, and I was going to seize it.

  "I think you should go to that dungeon and have some fun with those guys," I said.

  Kate smiled. "How much fun?"

  I shrugged. "I don't know," I said. "I think we just need to be in the moment and see what happens?"

  Kate raised her soda glass in mock salute. "Sounds good. Here's to living in the moment!"

  I raised my own glass and tapped it against hers. "To living in the moment!"

  6: The Live Dungeon

  "Nervous?" I asked.

  Kate took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. A deep breath that had the delicious side effect of causing her tits to jut out ever so slightly and accentuate her slim stomach in that incredible costume bikini.

  "A little?" she said. "This is kind of crazy when you think about it…"

  "I know baby," I said. "But you can't tell me you're not looking forward to it."

  "That's true," she said.

  I peered around the corner, down to the entrance of the Live Dungeon. I could see the guys standing there. The barbarian who'd gotten oh so lucky, the guy in the T-shirt who'd lost the fight with Muscles to be next to my wife and ended up groping my wife's ass anyways, and then the shy guy who'd grabbed the cameras but hadn't said much of anything beyond that. All of them were staring around as though waiting for something. I grinned. I knew exactly what they were waiting for.

  One of them glanced over in our direction and I quickly ducked behind the corner I was hiding behind. I didn't want them to spot me. Not yet. We still had the opportunity to leave if we wanted to, and if one of them happened to spot us and decided to come over it would make leaving a little more difficult.

  "You still have time to back out," I said. "Are you sure you want to go ahead?"

  Kate shook her head. "Let's just do this. If we keep second-guessing ourselves then I am going to back out, and I want to try this!"

  I couldn't argue with that logic. So I decided not to. "Okay, let's do this!"

  We rounded the corner. It took a moment for them to notice, but I could tell the instant they realized my wife was approaching. Mostly because a couple of other people standing around those guys and started looking over in her direction which caught their attention in a major way. They all started elbowing each other and pointing.

  I turned to Kate. "Looks like your audience is happy to see you."

  "They're not nearly as happy as they're going to be in a few minutes," she said.

  My cock twitched at that, and I had to fight the urge to throw my wife over my shoulder and carry her back to our hotel room. As much fun as that might be, as much as I desperately wanted to have my way with her right now, I knew that would also ruin the experience somewhat.

  "You made it!" the T-shirt guy said.

  "Was there ever any doubt boys?" Kate asked.

  Her voice had a sultry quality to it. Damn she was so fucking hot! I could tell just from that tone of voice that she was getting really fucking turned on, and the fact that she was getting really fucking turned on was really turning me on.

  "Dude!" Muscles said. I was surprised to see him raising his hand for a high five. I took the opportunity, his palm stinging as it smacked against mine but whatever. I resisted the urge to shake my hand as he pulled away.

  "Really great of you guys to come man," he said.

  "So before we go into this thing with you guys I
was thinking maybe we should get the names out of the way?" I said. "I'm Ryan and this beauty here is my wife Kate."

  "Sure," Muscles said. "I'm Trevor."

  "I'm David," the second guy said. He eyed Kate up and down in a pretty open and brazen way and licked his lips.

  "I'm Tim," the shy one said, kind of quiet.

  He was also looking away from my wife and trying to catch glimpses here and there. He definitely seemed to be the shy type. Not that I could knock that. I could appreciate how intimidating it could be to be around a hot woman. Not that I'd ever really felt that intimidation myself. I definitely hadn't felt that intimidation since I got with Kate and that wedding ring took almost all pressure off of any interaction with the fairer sex, insanely hot or otherwise.

  David clapped his hands. "So, we ready to go?"

  "I'm ready if you boys are," Kate said.

  I looked at the entrance to the dungeon. Sure it was made out of spray-painted foam, but it still looked very impressive and foreboding all the same.

  "I guess it's go time," I said.

  We followed them through doors that had been made up to look like a an iron gate. I wondered what would be waiting for us on the other side.

  The dungeon was an impressive piece of work. Fog billowed out of the corners. The walls were an impressive approximation of stone that had been abandoned and eroded away over centuries. I knew in the back of my head that it was all foam and spray paint, but if anything that made it all the more impressive that it looked so damn realistic.

  Kate ended up taking the lead which was just fine by me. There was only room for a few of us to walk side-by-side, and the other guys jostled for a moment for the honor of getting in right behind her. I smiled as I watched them go through their little fight. There was something about knowing these guys were so hot for my wife and yet she was all mine that made the thought of sharing her, even if it was just in the small way of letting them ogle her and walk close to her, even hotter.

  We moved into a larger room. I glanced around to see if there was anyone waiting, anyone playing the part of a monster or something, but nothing. I looked for security cameras, but if there were any they were well hidden. There were no telltale bubbles, no blinking red lights that would indicate we were being watched by security.