She's a Star (a Hollywood Hotwife story) (22 page)

“When he held me there,” she said eventually, breathless, her face bright scarlet from her exertions, “and he was standing behind me, pressing that big hard thing up against me from behind...”

Hayley crawled back up my body as she told me this, and about how nervous she was in those final moments, just before this man edged the tip of my hard cock inside her for the first time, turning her into an adulteress.

And then she sat down on my pole, taking me inside her this time, her irresistible heat enveloping me. I filled her, so easily since she was so very wet—and yet even beyond her wetness, it felt slightly different somehow, different from the last time I’d filled her.

This was a pussy that had taken another cock inside, only a few hours before. Stretched by a cock bigger than mine.

The solid proof of my wife’s consensual infidelity generated such a powerful jolt of heat through my chest, it very nearly set me off inside her.

“It felt good?” was all I said, a frog in my throat as my wife took me hard, bouncing on my swollen prick.

“Oh my God…” she breathed. “It was so good… I guess because it felt different than you, it felt…new, but also so dirty, so naughty. I was cheating on you…. Cheating on you, but with your blessing.”

“That’s right. I wanted it this way. And I was watching.”

“And I guess by then… I was sure of it, and having you there just made it feel even better. Such a turn-on.”

I nearly lost it again. Hungry for her, I surprised even myself with my strength as I gripped her hips and pulled her up my body, making her squeal as I made my desires very clear. She willingly placed her knees beside my head once again, allowing me to taste her, this open red, puffy flower that had known another man’s bare cock that night.

“You’re so filthy,” she gasped as I ate her vigorously. “I’ve never known you like this.”

“You like big cocks?” I asked, feeling her leaning back to grasp my rock-hard cock as she played to my hungry mouth, squirming on my face, coating my lips and chin and cheeks and nose in her copious juices.

She smiled dreamily, as though freed from concerns that she could offend me. “I guess so. I mean, I’ve always thought you were on the large size, compared to the other guys I’ve been with….”

She giggled at the way my cock throbbed at her casual mention of her sexual past.

“But Aaron…well, I knew he was big. I’ve seen it before, you know? Touched it, even. But this…Oh God…”

I lifted her hips again, though she helped me, knowing what I wanted. I pulled her down to my lap, impaling her on my hardness as though trying to compete with her story.

“…I mean, you always hear that Hollywood stars are small, much smaller than you think, but Aaron….”

Her little sighs, her little cries, were so sweet and sexy as she held me tight and pumped her hips to piston on my cock.

“You’re not jealous that he’s so big? That he really stretched me, he really filled me?” She kissed me, unconcerned that my lips were still salty from her own sex.

“I want you…to have good experiences…didn’t I tell you that?”

“I guess. It’s just…well, kind of hard to believe sometimes, sweetie.”

I held her and rolled her onto her back, managing to keep my hardness inside her until I was thrusting into her tightness again, taking her, possessing her. Making her mine again.

“You didn’t use a condom.”

“No. He is clean, you know.”

“And then?”

“And then when he was fucking me. It was so hard, it was just incredible,” she sighed.

“It felt good?”

“Incredible. I don’t know…it was just so different…brutal, somehow. I guess maybe because he played so hard to get for me…or because we were cheating….”

I found my blood boiling, my body burning all over as the word “cheating” passed her lips. The feelings merely spurred me on, my thrusting into her becoming a pounding, her cries becoming little yelps as I fucked her like never before.

Fucked her used pussy.

“He made you come?” I said, roared as they both now neared their peaks.

“He made me come….”

Chapter Nineteen

I slept, and when I woke Hayley was gone and I had no idea what time it was. The light coming from around the curtains suggested day, that much I could tell, but my body was telling me it should have been night.

There was a knocking on the door. I paused, seeing a note scrawled on some of the hotel stationery.

I love you so much, David, I’m sorry I have to go, but I should be there when Aaron wakes up again. I had such a magical night, and it wouldn’t have been nearly as nice without you there to share it. I hope reality has been as thrilling to you as your fantasy. If it is isn’t, you would tell me, wouldn’t you? If you wanted me to end all this, I would end it immediately. I’ll be in Dublin and then Paris today and tonight. But when I get back tomorrow, I can’t wait to see you again. Love, forever xx

I felt that sharp tickle as a tear threatened to emerge from my eye, but I sniffed it up. I don’t know why I was so emotional: probably something to do with how strong I felt the bond between Hayley and I, even if she was spending nights in another man’s bed now.

I wanted nothing more than her complete sexual satisfaction.

The knocking continued on the door, snapping me out of my daze. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom to conceal my nakedness, then went to the door. On the other end was

Liona.

“So?” She said, all wide-eyed and curious.

“Your hair….” I said. She was back to being blonde.

Liona rolled her eyes. “It was a wig. Why, do you like me as a brunette?”

“So what?” I gripped the towel around my waist a little tighter as I stepped back to allow her into the room. “No, just—”

She cut me off. “Did it happen?”

She walked through to the windows—not too far to go since my room was so much smaller than Hayley’s—and drew back the curtains to allow the daylight to flood into the small space. I shrank away from the light.

“You mean did Hayley and Aaron….” I prompted her.

“What else?”

“Yes, it happened.”

“And?”

“And what?” I rubbed my eyes, tried to get them used to the harsh daylight. Wasn’t this supposed to be London? I thought the sun never shone in London.

“And what was it like? Did you regret letting her do it with him? Did you see her after? Do you still love her?”

I looked up at her. She was back to the Liona I knew, wearing a sharp suit and heels too tall to be practical. Her blonde hair was swept back by a pair of oversized sunglasses.

“It was…” I looked up at her, and she seemed so desperate for news that I felt mild pity for her. “It was incredible,” I said. “It was one of the hottest experiences of my life, if not the hottest.”

“You got to see them?”

“I did. I used the key card she gave me. I was in there when they came in.”

Liona turned and sat down on the mattress next to me. “And were you jealous? Watching him…taking her?”

“Only a little.” I smiled. “But it was so hot, none of that mattered.”

“Even though it was another guy, it wasn’t you sleeping with her?”

“She was so beautiful, and somehow the distance made me appreciate that so much more.”

Liona said, “You didn’t feel angry…or afraid? You know…that you might lose her to him.”

“Not really,” I shook my head. “Because I was in her mind at the same time she was fucking him—she was looking at me. And we knew this was my gift to her.”

“So you’re okay about it continuing?”

“She can do it as long as she wants to,” I said, and realized that the recollection of the previous night made my cock begin to swell. It was obvious considering the tiny towel I’d been using to hide myself. Liona saw it, I could tell. She glanced at it, though she didn’t comment on it.

“Where is she? Do you know?” I asked her.

“She left an hour ago,” Liona said. “They’re flying separately to do some publicity outside London—well, outside the UK. Hayley’s going to Dublin, and Aaron is going to Amsterdam.”

“Wow.”

“Then they’ll both head to Paris, stay the night, and then head back here for tomorrow night.”

“They’re definitely coming back here?” I asked.

Liona nodded. “It’s the way Aaron likes to do it—he likes to stay in one place if possible, and just do short journeys to cover whichever countries are in reach. Apart from tonight, when they’ll be in Paris, then they’ll do Berlin and Vienna tomorrow, and fly back here for a few days’ breather.”

“Sounds like a lot of travel.”

She smiled. “They could just do one long junket session here in London, and invite journalists from all over Western Europe, but…well, let’s just say Aaron knows how to best sell a movie.”

I nodded. “He’s had a good record so far. So she’ll be in Paris tonight, then? But maybe I can see her tomorrow.”

“She told me to keep you entertained until then.”

“Okay….”

Well, I guess I couldn’t complain. Chilling out and seeing the sights in London with Liona had to beat being dragged along on various small planes to spend a few hours in one European capital, then a few hours more in various other cities where I wouldn’t have time to really do anything but wait around. And there was a lot to see in London, and a lot to hear from Liona’s continuing conversation about everything and nothing.

At about 3pm, Liona received a text message from Hayley, which she duly flashed in front of me:

>You two having a good time in London? Tell David I love him so much, and I wish I could see him tonight xx

I had Liona reply:

>David says he loves you so much, too, but that you’ll have a wonderful time in Paris with Aaron xx

A little later, Hayley replied:

>Would be better if you were there to watch, sweetie. Never known anything so hot as seeing you there watching us ;-)

Liona blushed as she glanced at the message and then relayed it to me. I saw her nipples rise prominently under her shirt.

I tapped out:

>I have to get used to you being with him while I’m not there. But I can imagine how it will be, at least. It will still be a turn-on for me xx

Then Hayley fired off one last text to me via Liona’s phone:

>I’ll see if there’s anything I can do to update your imagination through the night ;-) Love you xx

Liona and I had dinner at the Chiltern Firehouse, which was not too far from our hotel up in Marylebone, and then not long after that I was feeling fairly exhausted again.

“You have some sleep to catch up on,” Liona said, and I have to say that she did not seem jet-lagged at all. “Probably best to do it while your beloved is away, right?”

“Thanks,” I said. “I really appreciate…you know, your company.”

“No problem,” she beamed.

I did enjoy her company, but it was a relief to get some alone time. The ideal would have been to go back to my room and just crash out, get as much sleep as I could. But such are the mysteries of jet-lag, I got back to the room and felt more exhausted than ever—but sleep would not come.

I ended up firing up my lap-top computer, and had the bright idea of checking Hayley’s messages to see if she’d said anything to Aaron while they’d flown to different cities for promotional activities during the day.

I wasn’t surprised to find a host of messages flying between them while the two had been heading in opposite directions in two different planes. And it didn’t take long to sift through the small talk to find what was really on their minds.

Hayley: So you better not tire yourself out too much today.

Aaron: And why would that be? Surely I should be working as hard as I possibly can to promote the movie!

Hayley: Because I’ve been thinking about that cock of yours ever since I got out of the hotel.

Aaron: Have no fear, it will be ready when you get to Paris, whatever happens. That sweet little body of yours would make it perform even if I’d just done a marathon ;-)

Hayley: Wish you were here on this flight. I’d take you in my mouth right now :-P

Aaron: When we’re in Asia, we won’t have to split up so much. And it’ll be easier to join the Mile High Club on my plane ;-)

Hayley: I don’t care which plane it is, I just want you inside me, one way or the other

Aaron: Can anyone see you right now?

Hayley: No, it’s nice and private.

Aaron: Maybe you should slip your hand up that little skirt of yours, see what you find between your legs :-P

Hayley: Are you kidding? My panties are already soaking just thinking about what you did to me this morning.