She's a Star (a Hollywood Hotwife story) (17 page)

“So how far did it go last night?” I asked her as she parted her thighs to show me a pair of pink panties that I’d never seen before. “He must have wanted to do more than just touch your breasts.”

“He was rubbing up against me…down here….” she said, sweeping her hands down between her thighs, to run them over the dainty, pink cotton of her panties. “It was only his leg, and we both had all our clothes on, but…you know….”

“It was further than you’d gone before?”

“Uh-huh.”

She caressed her pussy through her underwear for a few moments before moving to remove her t-shirt. She seemed so aroused—I could see moisture already darkening the cotton stretched over her sex.

“Was that as far as it went?” I asked again.

“I touched him, too,” she said. “Only…I put my hand over his…well…his cock.”

“You liked it?”

“He’s very big, David—”

I felt my stomach squeezed by this new information. “I thought you said he was similar to me?” I said.

I heard a small sigh. “I… it was a little white lie. I couldn’t tell how you’d feel about —”

“I just want you to tell the truth,” I said. “No lies, even if you think it would make me feel better.”

“Of course. I promise.”

“So you liked it?”

“I know I did kinda feel it before when we were on the movie—and sometimes when we’ve been dancing. But that was never…. I was never really supposed to touch it then. At least….”

“Now he wants you to play with it, right? And that freaks you out?”

I watched as her fingers shifted her panties aside to start touching her bare pussy directly.

“I don’t know…. I was just kinda curious…. I wanted to touch it…see what it was like…”

“So did you?”

“Would you be angry at me if I did?”

“Of course not. You know how I feel.”

“Show me,” she said. “Show me how you feel.”

For a moment or two, I was unsure exactly what she meant, but then the way she peered at her laptop, at her view of me, I suddenly got exactly what she wanted. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.

I fumbled with my fly, then retrieved my hard cock, pulling it out to show her exactly how aroused I was at the thought of her going a little further with her co-star.

She smiled, and moaned softly while she continued to touch herself.

“So you touched it?” I asked her.

“Only though his underwear,” she said. “But then I was…stroking him…”

“Okay…”

“And then he was stroking my leg…and his hand moved up to my…my panties.”

“Great….”

“You don’t mind?”

“Of course not.”

“You still love me?”

“More than ever.”

She smiled, so pretty, and now I saw her lift her hips and remove her panties. We’d done this before, of course, while the movie production had moved to Europe, but somehow this was more powerful, seeing her like this. My sexy little wife was getting close to being naughty with another man. Somehow, it peaked my interest a little more than usual.

“I think he’s okay with us moving slowly,” she said, stroking her pink folds as I continued to slowly pump my shaft while watching her. “I did give him the impression that we are moving beyond merely faking things, though.”

“That’s okay,” I said. “You know that’s okay with me.”

She laughed, and reached for something beside her on the couch. I saw her clutching something large, purple and shiny. She pressed something on it and it started to hum. A vibrator.

“You have been shopping,” I joked as she touched the tip of the vibrator to her nipple, and used it to play with her breasts.

“I thought if I was going to spend so long away from you, making Aaron think I’d slowly succumb to his seduction, I might have a little tension to release on this tour.”

She ran the tip of the vibrator down her stomach, slowly over her hairless mound, around and over her clit, then eased it against her pussy lips. I could see it was molded in the shape of an erect cock, and it made me wonder what it might be like to see a real cock rubbing up against Hayley’s sweet pussy other than mine.

“You think you’ll go further with Aaron on this trip?” I asked as her breathing turned steadily to moaning and panting as she lay back against the couch, her body undulating as she stroked her pussy with the humming purple phallus.

“I think….” she said. “I’ll probably…have to….”

“He was okay with you stopping last night? I mean, I assume—”

I loved seeing how wet her pussy was getting from those vibrations.

“We went…very slowly….” she panted. “He was…fine with it….”

“That’s good.”

“And then he…came…while I was touching him.”

I probably would have laughed out loud at that particular image, except that all my focus was on Hayley as she slipped the fake cock into her juicy pussy.

We hadn’t watched each other masturbate before she’d gone away from me to make her movie. And now that I was seeing her play with a sex toy for the first time, I was struck by just how hot it was. With me watching her, I could almost imagine it was someone else’s cock penetrating her. I could test how my fantasy might actually look in real life.

I saw Hayley get so involved with it that it was almost as though I wasn’t even there.

And as I watched, I also mulled over the new fact that my wife had made another man come in his pants the previous night—and was talking about going further with him as they progressed through this promotional tour of theirs.

I watched her slide that great thing deep inside her sweet, pink pussy, and her whole body tensed, then shook as the orgasm hit.

When she was done, and panting to recover her breath, she sat up and said, “You didn’t finish?”

“I was waiting for you.”

“Finish. Now.”

I stepped up the pumping of my shaft, taking in the sight of my exquisite naked wife as she sat there exposing herself to me from across an ocean.

“So you’re okay about me taking things further with Aaron, then?” she asked, and it only made my cock throb harder in my hands.

“Uh-huh.”

“We might have to do some more touching….” she teased me. “And a lot more kissing, of course….”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’ll probably have to show him a little more…you know…flesh….”

“Uh-huh.”

“I might even have to make him come—you know…with my hand…so he thinks we’re really getting somewhere….”

The way she put it made it sound almost as though Hayley and Aaron were teenagers, debating endlessly whether they should take the next baby step in exploring their sexuality. But this wasn’t Dawson’s Creek. It wouldn’t be so long before Hayley was knocking on the door of her thirties, and Aaron Simpson was pretty much middle-aged.

But for me, hearing her telling me what she was going to have to do to keep Aaron interested long enough to sign her contract for the movie sequel, it was hotter than hot.

Then she said, “Sweetie, how would you feel if we had to…you know…try a little…oral sex…?”

And that was where I blew, pumping my sticky cream into my hand as my delighted wife looked on.

The last thing I said to her before we signed off was, “You know it’s all up to you, honey? You take things as far as you want to.”

Chapter Fifteen

She did fend him off with a little more intimate touching and kissing for a couple more nights, but I could tell things were moving on, strongly.

Seeing Hayley via Skype, I could tell how exhilarated she was by it all—it helped that the media coverage of her affair with Aaron seemed to be wholly positive, despite the fact that she was married. Everyone, it seemed, wanted to get on board the love story between Hayley Martin and Aaron Simpson. She was such a sweet girl, with real talent who deserved to get to the top, and he was a beloved movie star who might have a playboy reputation, but produced consistently popular movies and never seemed to put a step wrong.

I stayed in our little house as though I’d contracted a serious case of agoraphobia. I had my groceries delivered, curtains drawn to keep the photographer’s lenses out, the television on constantly to stream out any developments there might have been about my wife and her new lover.

For the most part, I switched to London’s time zone, sleeping when Hayley was sleeping, awake while she was awake. We could chat on Skype whenever she wasn’t with Aaron, and she could thrill me with all the latest on how things were going, and how she was constantly skirting with the possibility that she would have to put out after all.

As the night of the London premiere arrived, though, I noticed that she had stopped insisting that she would never sleep with Aaron, that it could never happen. I didn’t push the point, but it did seem apparent that her resolve had somewhat melted.

She called me as she was getting changed ready for the premiere, which would be held in London’s Leicester Square. As the call was connected, I saw that she was in her own hotel room—despite the public confirmation of the affair, the studio had still booked her a separate room from Aaron—and she was laying out some of her lingerie on the bed, something scarlet and lacy.

She looked even more buzzed than usual.

“Hey honey—guess what?” she said.

“What?” I felt my pulse accelerate.

“We signed the contracts for the sequel!”

For a fraction of a second, I’d thought that she’d finally gone all the way with Aaron. I hesitated as the disappointment worked its way through me. This was actually a good thing. A great thing. She’d signed the contract!

“Terrific, honey! That’s great!”

“I think we can finally afford a dream house somewhere!” she grinned, sitting down on the bed to remove her shoes.

“You are so incredible, you know that?” I said. I didn’t really know how to put into words how proud I was of her.

She lay back in the bed and lifted her hips to reach under her little black miniskirt to remove her panties, and I appreciated very much that she was giving me a little show before she headed off for another evening with Aaron.

“I think…I think I may be ready to go a little further with Aaron,” she said, and I felt certain she wasn’t just teasing me now, this was getting serious.

“That’s great, honey.”

I watched her stand up to pull off her black-and-white top, drop her skirt, and then her fairly plain black push-up bra, looking so good as she stepped into a red lacy garter belt. She cupped her breasts and those stiff nipples in a matching red lace bra, reaching behind her to fasten it.

“You really do want me to do this, don’t you, sweetie?” She slipped the straps of her bra over her shoulders before pulling on the cups to ensure they were fitted perfectly over her shapely orbs.

“Of course.”

“I mean, there’s no going back once I’ve done it.”

My heart was thumping in my chest. Was she talking about what I thought she was talking about? Not just fooling around with Aaron a little more, not just the oral sex she’d hinted at wanting after her flight across the Atlantic—but the possibility of fully consummating her affair?

“I know that. But you’re not just doing this for me,” I said. “Are you?”

“No,” she said, reaching for her tiny little matching panties. “I really want it now. I mean, we’ve been talking about this for so long, and it’s been building and building…and I’ve been getting closer and closer with Aaron….”

“It’s okay, honey, you don’t have to explain. You want him. That’s wonderful, I don’t have a problem with it at all.”

“What would you say if I thought it might happen…maybe later tonight?”

My stomach felt as though it folded over. Jesus. This was really going to happen? She dropped her panties on the bed, and picked up a pair of black stockings. She went over to an armchair to put them on—giving me a sensational view as she stretched the black nylon over her shapely legs one by one.

Eventually, I managed to say something. “I think if you want to do it, you should,” I said. “You know I want you to.”

As she lifted her legs to pull those stockings right up her thighs, she gave me an eyeful of her bare pussy, and all I could think about was that she was going to let another man penetrate her there, after she’d kept it from anyone but me for so very long.

“Here’s the thing….” she said.

“Yes?”

“I kind of want you here. If not exactly when it happens, then at least as soon after it as humanly possible.”

She stood to grab her panties and pull them on, fixing her stockings in place with the suspenders—which went under her panties, I noticed, so that they might stay on when her panties were removed—removed by another man!

“I hate to spoil a fantastic idea,” I said, “but I’m in LA still. And it’s a 10-hour flight to the UK, right?”

She smiled. “What if I said Liona’s booked you on a flight that takes off in about…I don’t know…two hours?”