A new comic-convention...

[This chapter was commissioned by NinjaTofuRay as part of the Chapter Of Your Choice reward on Patreon. Thank you for your support!]

A couple of days after trying out the photoshoot, Jay had helped take many photos for Sarah's social media account. Generating many new followers for her, which in turn has started getting her some monetary earnings. Tom is an older guy, so he was surprised that people can earn money online; to which Sarah laughed calling him a dad.

"Tom, there is another a comic-con coming up," Sarah says, rushing in another package she had delivered. Yelling up to Tom who is at his desk.

It seems ever since she had started earning an income from her cosplay modeling, and no longer had to rely on Tom for money; delivery trucks full of wigs, foam, cloth, and other materials were arriving daily at the house. Not that Tom minded too much, he no longer had to worry about his wish causing him to think about his finances, and even between her work, she still found time to indulge her voracious appetite for sex.

Every day started the same, she would get Tom to eat her out until she came; then she would return the favor. Then they would have breakfast, where she would occasionally ask for a little "extra." After breakfast, she would work on her costumes, while Tom headed to work. Around lunchtime Tom would come over, and they would fuck each other, every time Sarah would be dressed up as some new character, some costumes being finished; others not. Then Tom would leave, and Jay would come over and take photos, Sarah posting them online. Tom would watch his phone not getting work done, looking at all the notifications for new sexy pictures of his wife.

Today was only different in that it was the weekend, a holiday weekend. Meaning Tom had plenty of time off; yet had nothing planned.

"Some of my followers have been asking me to go, to meet me," Sarah explains.

"Mhhm, how old are these followers?" Tom yells back to her, feeling a bit jealous; typing away on his computer.

"Old enough," Sarah snaps back, entering the room "Anyway they want to pay for me to go,"

"Really, why?" Tom asks, turning around, watching his now incredibly hot wife enter carrying a huge box, struggling.

"Oh, Sarah, you should have asked me to help," Tom says, hopping up to help her put the box near her craft table.

"No, this is almost daily, I need to get used to doing it myself." She says. "Anyway, it is because the comic-con is out of state," she says, smiling, "I already bought the plane tickets and hotel room." She says, continuing to smile.

"OK, sounds fine," Tom says, "at least I'll get to fuck you in cosplay again..."

"Well... about that..." Sarah says before the doorbell rings again.

"Another delivery?" Tom says, confused.

"I actually asked Diana to join us..." Sarah explains, "daddy,"

"Oh, OK, I understand," Tom was a little miffed, sex had become a part of his daily routine. However, Diana coming along meant having a gorgeous nineteen-year-old, always flirting with him; not so bad.

Sarah rushes down the stairs, opening the door for Diana. She is wearing what could be conservatory considered form-fitting clothing. A pair of trainers, yoga pants, and a low cut tank top; she was clearly trying to remain somewhat comforable, yet trying to draw the eye of someone. Tom knew who, him.

"Diana! So great to see you," she says, hugging her.

"Great to see you," she says, as Tom starts to go down the stairs, "and am I happy to see you," she says, purring at Tom.

The wish that she was OK with Diana flirting with her seemed to work, as Sarah paid the comment no heed.

"Please tell me your dad is coming along," She says.

"Yeah, of course," Sarah says, happily, "You all packed? I'll give you a tour of the house while Tom pack our things."

"Yeah, let's see it!" She says.

As Sarah leads her past Tom, she mouths the words, "see you later daddy."

Tom quickly began packing their things for the impromptu travel notice. While Sarah lead Diana around the house, ending it in their bedroom.

"Uh, Tom, why does this house only have one bedroom?" Diana asks, confused.

"B-bbecause, my dad is divorced... and I only just started living at his place," she explains.

She looks at Tom, "so he is available..."

"Uh, yeah," Sarah says, knowing that there was no way to say no without breaking the lie that Tom was her husband; for some reason, she enjoyed the game too much to give it up.

"Alright, we are ready to go," Tom says, turning around blushing.

"Great, I'll just have to pack up some cosplay outfits; I'll meet you'll at the car."

"Let me help you with those, daddy," Diana says, grabbing some of the luggage.

Diana proceeds to flirt with Tom, blatantly asking, no begging him to fuck her. Bending over a little too much, her large rear stretching the fabric, making it practically see though; Tom could tell she was not wearing anything underneath. Teasingly calling him daddy, and not once, but twice when they were in the car, dropping something in the driver's seat and putting her head into Tom's lap to get it.

"Alright, I'm ready..." Sarah says, leaning into the driver side window. She looks at Diana, asking her to give up her seat.

"What, I called shotgun," she says.

"OK, cool," Sarah says, getting into the back seat.

With that, they were off to the airport...