Convention Pt. 02: Star of the Show

Author's Note: This story is written for the Literotica "Lit Con 2025" author's challenge, to write overlapping stories with other authors' character attending a convention. Thank you 'FreyaGersemi' for organizing this challenge.

My story "Convention Pt. 1: Star of the Show" describes a couple going to the Literotica Convention, and the wife trying a stunt to get revenge for her husband forgetting his cellphone on the bar. The story ends in a cliff-hanger. So, for those who enjoyed it, here's the resolution.

My Postscript at the end will credit the other authors and their stories for the characters I've included here.

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Prologue

"You look a little... hot, dear," Byron said.

When I glanced over at him, he was smirking at me. He was holding his cellphone aimed at us, recording Alex's cockhead sticking out from between my thighs. It must have looked like I had a short penis there. But my husband must have seen my wet panties covering my pussy above it, as I held my skirt up. "Do you need to be hosed down to cool off and relax?" he asked, and I knew he meant by sliding his own hose into me.

I looked down at the wad of bar napkins in my right hand, full of Alex's cumshot from our thigh fucking with Alex still standing behind me.

Now as I looked around, aware of my surroundings, the ballroom came into focus. I leaned a little to see past my husband's shoulders, noticing for the first time the Grand Ballroom's big screen filling the far wall.

There we were, Alex and me, larger than life in a close-up, his left hand still holding my tit, my left hand holding the skirt up with my right hand below. I was staring back at the whole room, wide-eyed at the more than one thousand people in the audience as my jaw dropped in surprise. The mouth of the woman on screen was open in a big "O", as if her puffy red lips were inviting every man to enter!

Snapping my jaw closed, I pulled away from Alex's softening cock and twisted out of his arms.

"Thank you, but I have to go now," I exclaimed, sounding out of breath from my shallow panting over the last fifteen minutes.

I felt embarrassed, not from being recorded, but because I WANTED this, and more!

Reaching to the bar, I grabbed more napkins wiping away the excess cum from my hand and legs, dropping the messy napkins on the floor.

Grabbing my purse, blouse, and my husband's hand, I pulled him with me to exit the ballroom, and we entered the open elevator. I was still topless as we left behind the whole ballroom's catcalls and applause.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"I need you to fuck me!" I said in a rush of words and the elevator doors closed on us. Impatiently punching several times at the button for the twelfth floor, the elevator finally began its agonizingly slow climb up the thirteen floors.

But I couldn't wait any longer and I turned back to my husband to roughly yank at his pants zipper. I withdrew his hard tool which I desperately desired. "I see you're as excited as I am!"

"Watching all of those guys mauling your tits, did it," he replied. "They really turned you on, and I love seeing you like this!"

Turning around with my back to him, I bent over, pulling my skirt up and shoving my panties down my thighs until they dropped to the floor. "Fuck me right now!" I directed as I spread my feet apart and began fingering my dripping wet hole.

"The elevator might stop on another floor and people would see us when the doors open," Byron said. "And what about those security cameras?" he asked as he pointed to the corner of the elevator's ceiling.

"I don't care; they've already seen me!" I admitted. "I want you to fuck me right now, and EVERYONE can watch!"

"I want your mouth," Byron said, trying to get a blowjob!

"No!" I insisted. "I need one in me down there first!"

"Drop your skirt to the floor!" Byron ordered as he unbuckled his pants and dropped them to his ankles.

Stripping completely out of my skirt and panties, I stood naked and bent over with just my fuck-toy heels, saying "I want you to fill me!"

"But I'd love to cum in your mouth!" my loving husband replied.

"Only after I orgasm my way!"

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In the hotel's security office, the head of security was smiling at the scene of the couple fucking on the elevator's monitor. "You're recording this, right?" he asked the guard at the controls.

"Of course, boss," the guy said, and he turned a dial to zoom in on the action. "It's on the DVR, and you can start it from the beginning on another monitor."

The security manager glanced at another screen on the bank of monitors, where another cam showed two men waiting for an elevator. Turning his attention back to the guard, he said, "Press the emergency override and stop elevator number three on that floor," indicating the waiting men. "Don't allow any other elevators to stop there. Let's see what they do with those options, when the doors open."

Summary of Part 1

Linda is a hot looking, mid-forties woman who played around before settling down with her handsome husband, Byron twenty years ago. They met in the story "Good Answer." With both of them sexually experienced before marriage, they are very much into just each other in a monogamous marriage. But they are also both sexually playful with each other.

Byron reads many of the Literotica stories, particularly in the Loving Wives category, and they are attending a weekend Literotica Convention at the Grand City Hotel and Conference Center hoping to find some ideas to spice up their marriage. When checking into the hotel, the receptionist warned them that it has become a "hotel takeover", with all guests there for the erotic convention. So, normal dress code and behavior rules won't be enforced in the hotel other than those areas which can be seen from the street.

After settling into their twelfth-floor room, they went down to the Grand Ballroom for the evening's Meet and Greet, where Freya convinced Linda and a few other women to teach Linda's husband a lesson for forgetting his cellphone on the bar where others might find it. Linda made her husband take pics of her while other men massaged her bare tits at the ballroom's bar. But the guys' nipple play turned her on so much, she grabbed her husband's hand to escape and begged him to fuck her in the elevator on the way to their room.

The Ride

A couple exited their room and turned down the hallway toward the bank of elevators. Seeing his two friends standing there, waiting, the guy waved saying "Tom, James, hold the elevator," and the couple started walking faster.

"It's not here yet, Dale," one of the men replied.

"Where are the others, Jess?" the second man asked.

"Gail and Lisa texted me that they're already in the Grand Ballroom, James," the woman, Jess replied when she and her husband stopped beside the men. They're with Mike and Harry, and they said we're missing the show. Apparently, there's some porn show playing on the big screen there."

"Come on," Tom exclaimed as he punched the down arrow button at the end of the row of elevators a second and third time. "We need to get down to the ballroom before the show's over!"

A light came on above an elevator four doors away, and Jess stepped over in front of those doors. They remained closed for a few seconds, and her husband said "Hey, babe, that one's going up."

As she was about to turn away, the doors opened, and her eyebrows went up.

"We're going up!" Jess instructed with a smile, stepping into the elevator and holding her hand on the door to keep it open.

The three men went to join Jess, seeing a man inside with his back to the doors, pants around his ankles as he thrust into a woman from behind. She was naked except for her high heels, bent over toward the back left corner of the elevator. With her hands in the elevator corner, she held onto the rails surrounding the elevator walls at waist height, using her arms to push herself back onto the guy.

With the gathering audience, the man briefly paused his thrusts and glanced at Jess.

"We were heading down to the Meet & Greet to join our friends," Jess said in amusement. "But I think going up might be more fun."

As the elevator doors closed behind them, Dale, James, and Tom unzipped their pants, pulling their cocks out. Dale and James stepped around Byron to stand on either side of his wife, cocks in hand and Dale stood close on her left side, putting his hand on her head.

Linda looked to her left, seeing an unfamiliar cock beside her face, and warned "Not in my mouth. On me, not in me!" as she grasped his shaft to stroke.

Dale turned his back to the elevator corner, while she stroked his hardening cock. James stood beside him, and Linda put her right hand on his, pushing on two cocks as she rocked herself between them and her husband.

Seeing their friend standing with his thickening monster in hand, Jess knelt in front of Tom and began stroking his shaft with both hands, aiming it at her face.

Byron lightened his thrusts, getting into a rhythm with his wife for the few minutes it took for the tell-tale signs of her pending orgasm. Then with a few quick, deep thrusts, he pushed her over the edge, feeling her pussy grasping him, and her legs and arms began violently shaking.

"Oh my god! OH, my god! Yes! YES!" Linda screamed out as she lost control.

Byron wrapped an arm under her waist to hold her from falling, as Dale and James grabbed her upper arms. Her body shook until her orgasm subsided, and Byron let her fall to her knees. He grasped her shoulders, spinning her around to face him, and he shoved his cock into her mouth.

Dale and James each reached for her arms and guided her hands back to their cocks. Linda was enthusiastically jerking them when her husband put his hands on the back of her head and throat fucked his wife. He buried his cock deep in her throat until he erupted, sending the first cumshot down her gullet, then backed out a little to empty his balls in her mouth. When her husband finished, he pulled out and stepped back. Dale stepped in front of her, putting his hand on her head, trying to guide his cockhead into her lips. But Linda jerked her head away and reminded him, "Not in me, on me!" as she finished jerking him off and he shot several ropes of cum painting her face.

James erupted next with her hand guiding his cum shots to shoot down onto her chest. When the three men stood back from her, they all felt the elevator jerk as it resumed the journey moving up.

"Whew," Dale exclaimed. "That was hot!"

"Well, I think we're done for the evening," Byron said as he helped his wife stand.

Byron picked up his wife's panties, handing them to her, and Linda used them to wipe at some of the cum on her face, trying to get it out of her eyes.

Without saying another word, when the doors opened on the 12th floor, Byron picked up her purse and clothes and escorted his wife out, admiring the view of his still naked wife as she hesitantly looked around before walking to their room.

Bedtime

By the time I stepped into the shower, the rush of excitement from my orgasm was wearing off. The realization of what I had done began to sink in, and I felt guilty for doing that in front of not just the ballroom and security cameras, but in front of my husband!

I stood in the shower, turning the water on hot enough to redden my skin, as if burning off the cum stains of the three men. I scrubbed away at my face, chest and legs, feeling like I had to scrape away the skin to become a different person. After brushing my teeth, I crept silently into bed, pulling the comforter over me to hide.

When Byron was ready for bed, he slipped in beside me, sliding close to me and he pushed one arm under my shoulders to pull me closer. When he pulled me in tight to his body, I worried he was going to crush me in anger. I hesitantly put my head on his left shoulder, looking down the length of his body, and not daring to look into his eyes. I felt so ashamed, not even trying to guess how hurt or angry he must be.

"Did you have fun?" he asked in a deadpan tone. It was a quiet question with no sign of emotion in his voice.

I slowly turned my head to look at his face, asking "How can you stand to look at me after what I did?"

"You let me cum in your mouth," he said after a brief smile, and I no longer knew what to think about his feelings. "You know I think of that as you showing me how much you love me!"

"But I played with three other men until they came on me!" I exclaimed. "And other people saw me doing it! Doesn't that bother you?"

"You had one of the most intense orgasms I've ever seen," he explained. "So, the whole thing must have turned you on. Did you enjoy it? Tell me the truth. Was that the best orgasm ever, or what?"

"I didn't expect any of that to happen," I said. "I just wanted to teach you a lesson about forgetting your cellphone with pictures of me on there. But when they started playing with my nipples, you know how sensitive they are for me."

"I know," he admitted. "I made you cum once just by sucking on your nips."

"When that girl started doing that to me in the ballroom, I just couldn't stop! Then when I saw myself on the big screen in the ballroom, I had to get out of there. I wanted you! It was so,... naughty,... in the ballroom with them watching.... But it was exciting at the same time."

"Maybe you're a closet exhibitionist," Byron offered. "I'll have to think about how we might use that."

"But what about you?" I asked. "Aren't you ashamed to be seen with your wife having done that to you?"

"Why?" he exclaimed as if surprised. "Other than a throat fucking blowjob, what did you DO to me?"

"What about the hand jobs for those other men and Alex fucking me between my thighs!" I exclaimed in surprise. "Doesn't that make you a cuckold?"

"No!" Byron said dismissively. "Some weak-minded men might think so, if their wives did that. But even if you allowed one of them to fuck you, I don't define my masculinity based on YOUR pussy or what you put in it! Only a guy who thinks like a douche would define himself that way, worrying his wife might prefer a different douche! That would give you too much power over me. I'd be forced to worry and constantly watch over you like a hawk! I'm stronger than that. So, don't lose any sleep over it."

And with that, I began to relax. I turned my face down, snuggling in closer to him and allowed the anxious energy to drain out as I fell asleep in my loving husband's arms.

Breakfast Reminder

We awoke the next morning for the actual conference day, dressing quickly and heading down to the lobby before the nine o'clock gathering in the main Conference Hall. We decided against having a big breakfast in the restaurant and instead went to the lobby coffee bar. And THAT's when things became awkward.

"It's YOU!" the woman sitting at a table said, after Byron and I were looking around the lobby for a seat, with our drinks and food in hand.

Seeing her staring at me, my eyes darted left and right to make sure she was looking at me.

"Yeah, I'm me," I shyly said a little hesitantly, not realizing what she meant.

"You were on the big screen in the ballroom last night," she said, and I felt the heat as my face turned red.

I hadn't yet noticed everyone at the table, but the other woman spoke up, saying "We were just talking about how erotic that was when Dale came on your face in the elevator.... Here. Let's pull up two more chairs, so you can join us." That's when I recognized her and her husband!

"I don't know what I was thinking last night, doing that," I admitted sheepishly as we took the offered seats.

"I'm Jess, and this is my husband, Dale you took care of," Jess said, indicating the handsome guy next to her. "And these are college friends of ours, Lisa and Harry."

"I'm Linda and this is my husband, Byron," I said.

"You were awesome in that video, Linda," Lisa added. "Everyone in the ballroom loved it. And they're planning to show it again, after the opening session in the Convention Room this morning."

"You're joking!" I said. "They recorded what I did in the ballroom? I didn't see any of it, just at the end when I looked at the camera, then we left. How much could you see of what I did?"

"Oh, not just the ballroom," Lisa said. "They showed the elevator, too. But we couldn't see Dale or James's faces, with their backs to the camera above their heads, just you, bending over in front of them. And the camera was zoomed in, so Tom and Jess weren't in it either."

My eyes grew in horror at this revelation! EVERYONE in the hotel was going to see my indiscretion again! ME! Out of control with lust!

"I just wish you would have let me into those lips, like you did your husband," Dale said.

"I'm married!" I insisted, with a disparaging shake of my head. "I can't do that. I don't want anyone else in me, anywhere, except for my husband. Even the hand jobs last night were pushing my limits. I felt bad afterwards for doing them."

"Dale's my husband," Jess pointed out. "But there are eight of us who've all been friends since college. So, I didn't mind giving his friend, Tom a B. J. last night, since you were busy with three guys."

"We've all agreed to just one rule;" Dale explained, 'Vaginal penetration is ONLY with your own spouse!' Otherwise, anything goes."

"Oh, yeah," Jess said. "That's why I could blow Tom in the elevator. I knew Dale wouldn't mind. He's watched me do it before in "Game Day - Playoffs." But as much as I might want to, I won't allow Tom's monster cock in my vagina."

"There's no way I'd want anyone cumming in me," I said. "You're all younger than us, and I had my wild times before I met Byron. He's all I want or need since we married twenty years ago."

"But what do you think, Byron?" Lisa asked. "Does what Linda did bother you?"

"Not in the least," my husband proclaimed. "I don't own my wife's body. As long as she's taking care of me and I can still trust her to always be there with me, it's her choice. I like seeing her excited and happy! And at our age, we're past the point of me worrying about her getting pregnant."

"But it's different for men, and you're not too old!" I pointed out, sounding just a little angry at his callous attitude. "You could still get another woman pregnant by accident. So, I'm not giving you any excuse to go there."

"I didn't say I wanted to," Byron said sternly, "just that it wouldn't bother me if you were so excited last night that you let one of those guys in. But we'll talk about this later. Right now, we all need to head downstairs to the Convention Hall. We need to find seats before they start."

"And we need to find our other friends," Jess said to her husband and the other couple. "Gail's holding seats for the four of us."

We all rose from our seats and went toward the wide escalators, heading down the three levels to the convention center.

Convention

The Convention Center's main room on sublevel three was large enough to hold everyone staying in the eleven hundred hotel rooms, with room to spare. When we entered through a door near the back of that gigantic room, I could see what must have been far more than two thousand people already seated and more arriving at the last minute. The main stage at the far end had several of the special guests seated, and they looked like miniature dolls at such a distance. But behind them, the wall-sized screen showed them in a close-up, just as the big screen in the ballroom showed me the evening before.

There were several large monitors also positioned angled out from the walls along both sides of the length of the room, giving those of us in the rear a better view of that same stage view screen. And the very thought of what all of those screens were going to show in another hour had my skin crawling. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. But more importantly, I was worried how my husband might feel about seeing it along with everyone around us!

After the Literotica Convention started and the staff gave the first hour-long presentations with upcoming changes to the Website and announced their latest awards, the master of ceremonies began, "For those of you who missed the special performance at the Meet and Greet last night, we're showing it again this morning. So, unless you have something better to do, sit back and enjoy this 'Icebreaker 'as we've come to call it!"

When he stopped talking, I heard a 'click' as he turned off his mic, and silence as if deliberately drawing out the tension. Then a voice came booming through the speakers while the screen and monitors remained blank. I heard myself almost shouting to the whole convention: "I don't care; they've already seen me! I want you to fuck me right now, and EVERYONE can watch!"

The screens lit up showing Robbie as he slid his hands under my arms from behind to grasp my bare tits. The boob play continued through all three men playing with me for the next fifteen minutes, and me catching Alex's cumshot from between my thighs. Then I looked up, surprised, with my open-mouthed stare at the camera.

With the end of that first session, the video switched to the camera in the elevator's ceiling. It was zoomed in to me bent over leaning toward the corner of the elevator with my hands on the wall railing below the camera. I must admit, the camera angle was good, showing Byron from the chest down as his cock clearly slid into me from behind.

As if the boob-play and thigh fucking by Alex weren't enough, here I was as the camera zoomed into a close-up of my husband's hips bucking against my ass, his cock pounding into me!

"OMG, I can't believe I did that!" I said, and I literally sank in my seat, trying to hide from the questioning eyes nearby glancing between me and the monitors.

When the scene came to the part of the others entering the elevator, the camera was still zoomed in for the best porn shot of that naked ass, and the newcomers' faces couldn't be seen. The bottom half of two men came into view at my sides. Then they turned their backs to the camera's corner, stepping back against the wall with the camera's view from over their heads. The scene remained centered with my back in the middle of the screen as I grasped their cocks, pumping them in front of me and I bucked backwards onto my husband.

The orgasm scene was a porn producer's dream, a work of art. The woman shouted "Oh, my gawd. Yes! YES!" and the video showed her body violently twitching and shaking, suspended between her husband holding her with an arm under her waist and the two guys on either side holding her upper arms. A woman in the conference room audience in front of us nudged her husband asking, "Why can't you ever do that for me?"

The video Byron spun me around on my knees toward him. The scene now showed me from the back, kneeling in front of my husband when he grabbed my head to face-fuck me.

You could tell in the video that I swallowed his load. And after he stepped away, Dale tried pressing his cock to my lips, when I insisted "Not in me. On me!" I jerked two men's cocks and used my own hands to direct their cum shots, plastering my own face and hosing my chest with rope after rope of their thick, white goo.

After Byron helped me to my feet in the video and gathered my clothes, we left the elevator. The video switched to a hallway cam view showing me fully naked from the front in just my heels, walking toward our room. I stopped at the room's door, and the camera operator zoomed in to show the cum running down my face and dripping onto my boobs. When Byron opened the door, I disappeared inside, and FINALLY this was all over when the screens went blank.

The room erupted with applause, and people began to rise to their feet, still clapping. I hid my face in my hands, leaning close to Byron, quietly saying "I need to get out of here!"

Break-out

With everyone clapping and standing for the ovation, we managed to sneak out without being noticed and took the elevator back to the twelfth floor to hide in our room until after lunch. I thought that after a few hours, we might be able to blend in and go to some of the smaller break-out sessions without drawing too much attention. I thought I might be the last one in without making a scene, and everyone's attention already listening to a presentation. I just wanted to sit unnoticed in the back of a room.

But that wasn't to be.

When I tried to quietly enter the room for the session; "How to sexually please a man," some of the women turned to see me, and the presenter looked at me and stopped talking. As other faces turned toward me, I heard a hushed voice in the quiet room saying "Oh, my god, it's her!"

I still sat in the nearest empty chair. But a few of the women started clapping. The applause grew until everyone was clapping, and I just smiled shyly, feeling the heat in my face turning red from embarrassment.

I managed to sit through that session, enduring the whispers and trying to ignore the questions. But afterwards, I went to our room again to hide for the rest of the evening. I even sent Byron out to pick up a pizza, not wanting to risk being seen walking through the hotel lobby any more than we would have to when checking out early the next morning.

Pizza and Check Out

That evening and the next morning, Byron and I talked about 'the elephant in the room!'

"I should go to the security office and demand they delete all copies of those videos!" I insisted. "I wonder if I can get a lawyer and sue the hotel for invasion of my privacy or something?"

"I think that's why they started with the clip of you saying everyone could watch," Bryon pointed out. "You weren't in a private space, and you gave your permission. You can probably get them to erase the videos. But with everyone today having cellphones, we have no idea who might have used them to record what was on the big screen. And some standing near us at the bar might have caught your live show with their own cellphone videos."

"What if someone posts it to the Internet?" I asked.

"Everybody who saw that video liked it, and you!" Byron tried to reassure me. "You were the star!"

"They're all here for erotica!" I exclaimed. "They're not the whole world! What will my mother or brothers think if they find out? And what about our friends and my co-workers? They'll all be calling me a slut or whore. I won't be able to get away from it!"

"Yeah, and I'm the 'cuckold' who watched his wife allowing herself to be felt up in a bar and giving guys hand jobs!" Byron said, sounding sarcastic, as if it wasn't really an insult.

"It's not the same for men," I tried to enlighten him. "Women are sluts for enjoying sex, while guys would 'high-five' you for doing it."

"Or guys will call me a cuckold," he again nonchalantly said, bobbing his head as if it didn't matter. "But we did it! In the heat of the moment, once the shock wore off, I must admit, I had fun! You were so excited, charged up and insistent, I wanted you to enjoy it. And that orgasm in the elevator! My gawd! I've never seen you like that. Did you enjoy it?"

"At the time,... yeah," I admitted. "... in the elevator, the whole thing, even the build-up with the guys at the bar, the naughtiness of doing it in the elevator. And when the doors opened and the others saw us and joined in,... that was the most incredible orgasm I've ever had!"

Then the reality of what I did hit. "That was ME in the videos," I pointed out. "Your wife, the slut! I have to live with that, but you don't!"

"Remember, your mother admitted to you that she had an affair when your father was deployed in the Army. She said your father knew about it. And with the timing of his return, everyone they knew realized that your youngest brother wasn't his! How would you have felt if he had divorced your mother over it? You and your brothers would have grown up without a father! Your life would have been drastically different! But he was stronger than that, and he was there for all of you! He didn't abandon you or your mother over it! Your father is an example of what it takes to be a real man!"

"It may sound morbid, but I'm glad my father's no longer alive to see his daughter in a video like that," I admitted.

"Your mother wasn't the only cheater," Byron went on. "A friend of mine found out that he had a half-brother from his father's mistress. Men cheated, too, and wives stayed with them. Decades ago, even a hundred years ago, people fucked around! Maybe men and women were stronger back then, because it didn't destroy marriages! Many of those marriages, even after cheating, lasted sixty years! Are men today so weak as to allow a wife's moment of weakness with sex to destroy them? Our vows were not just about 'forsaking all others,' you know. They include 'through good times and bad, and for better or worse!' So, it's not just about you having a good time. I won't allow other peoples' narrow-minded opinions to come between us. The only way sex could hurt us is if YOU choose to walk away or deliberately try to hurt or humiliate me with it!"

"That will NEVER happen," I insisted. "I love you too much."

Epilogue

We were at home in our living room watching TV. After dinner this evening, we both decided it would be a night for sex, so Byron started a porn video on TV to get us both started. I was sitting in my recliner and Byron in his. The movie was a hot wife video, where the husband invited a friend over to fuck his wife in front of him.

I could tell when Byron was getting excited, watching the wife's mouth on the friend's cock, when my husband's hand went to his groin, sliding his palm along his lengthening member. He turned to me, asking "Have you ever wanted to try swinging, sharing sex with someone else like those young couples mentioned at the convention?"

"No. It's not for me," I said. "I don't want any other man in me.... Why? Are you thinking of it?"

"Hmmm..." he started. "It might be interesting to feel a different woman's reactions to my touch again. Or maybe feeling a different woman's technique."

Raising an eyebrow questioningly, I looked at him as he sat there, admitting this to me. I wasn't angry for him saying it. I'd never want to discourage him or make him feel like he needed to hide his feelings or desires from me. So, I wasn't about to admonish him or start a fight for being honest.

I sat up at the edge of my recliner, sliding off the end of the seat to drop to the floor onto my knees. I crawled over to between Byron's legs, as he pushed his foot rest back and sat up.

Opening my mouth, I slipped the tip of my tongue out, slowly, seductively circling my lips. Then I leaned over to look at his lap and reached to begin tugging the zipper. I looked up into his lustful eyes, as I fished his cock out of his pants.

"I'm going to drain you, and you're not going to have anything left for anyone else!" I announced in a snarky tone. "You're going to cum in my mouth!" Then I dove my head down, taking him in.

I don't want any other cock. This man has everything I need. Byron has been the perfect husband for me, even standing with me when I made that mistake in the bar over his cellphone, putting myself in a position to lose my self-control. And I know how to distract my husband from thinking about other women.

It may seem like I'm greedy. But I'm NOT sharing him!

The End

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Author's Postscript: Thank you to the following authors for creating their characters and allowing us to add them to our stories.

In Part 1, we had:

'Actingup' created Fatemah in the three-part story "Three's the Charm."

'Bobbiecox2'offered the characters Robbie and Hillary.

' Wineandcheese' created Courtney and Alan in "Camping with Courtney."

'FreyaGersemi' created Freya and Alex who have many exciting adventures in "her stories."

Here in Part 2, I want to thank 'Publius68' for the two Game Day stories, "Game Day." and "Game Day - Playoffs." of eight friends and their sharing rules. I hope Dale and James in particular enjoyed their time with Linda.