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.