Rich has a plan

Rich was pressed against the wall as Kat began kissing his neck.

"My lady," he said, "Why don't we take this to a more private location."

Kat looked up at him from kissing, "Pray tell, where?"

"Our chariot awaits," he said pulling his car keys out.

Kat smiled, hunger and want betrayed in her eyes. "Come with me, my lord."

She pulled Rich to the entrance passed the ticket sellers. A stocky man in a top hat called out to them, "You're going to miss the closing ceremony!"

Sheriff Nisha walked up to him. "Don't bother them, Thateus," she said, "Can't you see they are in love."

"But- But-"

"The Faire will make do without them."

Back at Rich and Kat's car the couple were already making out on the hood of the car.

Kat pulled Rich to the back doors opening them with a flourish. She pushed him inside and dove on top of him, her dress billowing.

Rich began striking her hardened nipples through the red satin. Her eyes closing as the pleasure radiated through her body. Using her hands she undid the lacing of her dress. As the lace unfurled her breasts exploded from their confinement.

Rich placed his head within her bosun. Kissing her nipples slowly, he began to lower his hand under her skirt. His fingers found her already wet pussy.

She bit down on her lip. Rich plunged his fingers deep into her slit moving up and down. Her hips rocked with the motion as Rich's lips licked her tits.

"Keep going," she whispered through the pulses of ecstasy that ran through her.

Rich continued, each lick recieving a sigh and each motion of his fingers followed by a muffled moan. Rich didn't stop until she writhed in pleasure pulling her hip away from his fingers. A satisfied smile forming on her lips.

But Rich wasn't done. He pulled his cock out, the fabric of Kat's gown brushing it. It longed to be inside Kat since she put that dress on. Rich lifted the hem of the dress exposing Kat's pussy.

She knew what he was planning. Kay have a grin and sat upon his shaft, sliding it along her wet slit. Rich undulated his hips with her rocking. His rock hard cock sliding the breath of her canal.

He grabbed her breasts with a free hand and stroked her back with the other. The simple sensations magnified by her previous cumming.

"Fuck me, my lord!" Kay cried.

Rich slid his cock deeper and forcefully, Kat closing her eyes as blood rushed to her pussy. An explosion of pleasure erupted, Kat's back arching while Rich's dick released its love inside of her.

Kat fell on Rich's chest. His softening wood still inside her.

"I love you, Rich," she said.

"I love you too, Kat," he said. He looked up at the Ren Faire sign from beneath her. The clock on reached 7:30pm. The sign faded away in a shower of purple sparks.

"Amazing," he said, "Fucking amazing."

It was a while before Kat and Rich could comprehend what happened. When they returned home they found no record of King Dimitri's Ren Faire except for an article about one from over 30 years ago. Kay took that as a sign she would never get back her clothes she left at Threads of Fate. Eventually Rich told Kat about Nisha and how she helped him understand what was going on. She wasn't too upset especially given how the Faire changed her.

Kat started wearing dresses more often. At one particular company dinner she looked so sexy in a black evening gown that the husband of her boss was slapped for ogling.

It was a magical experience, they both admitted, but it didn't change much. One year later they got married. And in the hotel room the night of Kat sat Rich at the edge of the bed.

"Wait here," she said, a coy smile forming.

She ran into the bathroom and after a bit she emerged in her red satin ball gown.

"My lord," she said, curtseying.

"My lady," Rich said, smiling.

And then she pounced upon him like an animal in heat.