She's a Star (a Hollywood Hotwife story) (28 page)

Aaron lay with them, and the three seemed in their own little world on that mammoth bed.

After a while, I felt the urge to get some air, to leave them to their own devices, to escape.

Chapter Twenty-Five

I drifted around the empty suite a while, getting my breath back from an intense experience—and wondering if I’d made a mistake in leaving. Was I supposed to have joined the three of them? What would they think that I had left?

I felt certain the three of them had been finished, the long night finally heaping exhaustion on them. And for a while as I sifted around the mess left behind by the party, I waited to see if they would miss me, if anyone might come out to bring me back in. They didn’t. I assumed they were asleep.

After a few minutes, I was a little more confident that there was no point staying. I even found my spirits picking up again as I descended in the elevator and trekked back to my own little room. I was sure that when Hayley and Aaron and Liona did wake up, they’d have pleasant memories. And perhaps Hayley would return to me one last time before the movie party left London.

I wondered, also, how Hayley would feel about Liona—she might wake with hungover regrets that she’d done what she’d done with her agent and friend, but I actually thought this unlikely.

Would she still want to see Liona sleep with me?

It still made me nervous. I really could see the fantasy from Hayley’s perspective. I just did not want to sleep with Liona under the impression that Hayley wanted it, only for her to find that she really couldn’t handle it after all.

Would it be best for me to find a polite way of declining the offer of Liona?

But then, if Hayley really did want to experience it, would I be right to deny her?

*

I wasn’t particularly tired as I laid my head down on my pillow. I certainly wasn’t sleepy, with everything that was whirling around my head.

It wasn’t long, though, before there was a knock on the room door.

My heart jumped, and I bolted out of bed. I was hoping fervently that it was Hayley, and that we could talk. What if she’d taken things the wrong way? If she’d decided I’d thrust Liona upon her and Aaron because I didn’t want her, or worst of all worlds, because she thought I didn’t want Hayley either.

I threw on a t-shirt, and peered through the peephole. Liona. Well, I felt I needed to talk to somebody, so this was a good thing. I opened up.

“Hey! You okay?” Wearing her dress again, she looked a little flushed, and still somewhat disheveled from her recent bedroom antics. It was a hot look on Liona.

“Sure,” I said with a warm smile. “It just looked from where I was sitting like you guys were going to sleep.”

The concern in her eyes melted, and she returned my smile as I stepped back to let her in.

“Hayley sent me down,” she said, grabbing my hand to pull me toward the bed. “Are you tired? Are you sleepy?”

“No and no,” I said. I felt my pulse beginning to pick up. Did this mean my wife had sent Liona down to seduce me?

“Great,” she grinned, and as we got to the bed, she pulled me close to her. Looking up at me, she said, “So did you like what you saw up there?”

I could smell her perfume—sweet, feminine—but also the musky scent of sex and perspiration. God, she was sex on legs.

“I did,” I said. “So what did Hayley send you down for?”

“To fuck you,” she replied, and slipped one of the straps of her dress off over her shoulder.

“She definitely did, huh? It wasn’t some kind of signal that could have been misinterpreted?”

I wanted clarification. I didn’t want to do something like this without my wife’s say so.

“It was clear as day,” Liona said, and off came the other strap of her dress. God, she was so sexy. And the fact that she was freshly fucked only made her seem more so.

“Well, if you’re absolutely sure…”

She did a hot little shimmy, and let her dress fall down to reveal her bare breasts. Then she pushed herself up on tiptoes, her arm curling around my neck, to claim a kiss. She tasted of sex and Champagne. Breathing in her intoxicating scent as well, I was hard as a rock in no time.

“Mmm… you’re a great kisser...” she sighed as I stooped to kiss her chest, tasting the saltiness and the spice of her recent exertions as I moved down to take one of her hard nipples in my mouth.

“You know you could have joined us at any point?” she said as I drew her sensitive bud into my hot mouth, sucking on it, teasing out a moan with my tongue.

“Uh-huh,” I said.

“You could have fucked me instead of letting Aaron fuck me.”

I smiled. “I thought you might want to try a Hollywood superstar for size.”

She stroked my head as I swirled my tongue around her nipple. “It was an amazing experience. I think…he was a little large for me to handle for too long…but it was really something….”

I kissed her again, and this time my hand made its way up her thigh, and under the hem of her dress, finding its way to her drenched panties.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said quietly between kisses.

She moaned again as I stroked her pussy through her wet panties. “You know, you didn’t have to do that for me, but I’m glad you did.”

“I wanted to,” I said.

“You were testing Hayley, huh?”

“Something like that.”

She slid a hand up my shirt, but then as my fingers found their way under her panties, seeking out the searing heat of her soaking pussy, her hand slipped down, to explore the hardness between my legs.

I looked up, and there was Hayley, watching patiently from the corner of the small hallway that led to the room door.

“Hey,” I said. “I thought you’d be with Aaron.”

Liona turned to confirm it was Hayley there, and the two women smiled at each other warmly. Hayley said, “He’s happily asleep.”

My wife stepped forward, and reached to touch Liona’s face. “You’re going to do it, then?” she asked her.

“You want me to, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

It wasn’t difficult to detect the nervousness in the air. It wasn’t just Hayley, either. Somehow, for them, what was about to happen was a much bigger deal than the two of them sharing Aaron Simpson. It did fuel my ego, I have to admit—but more than that, it was at once deeply reassuring, that my wife would take our marital bond so much more seriously than her relationship with her co-star, and also a little frightening, with the possibility that after everything, Hayley might not be able to deal with this thing she now wanted.

I watched Hayley cradle Liona’s head in her hands, and lean in to kiss her. It was tender, it was warm, it was affectionate. Then she pushed Liona back onto the bed, and leaned up to kiss me briefly.

“You want to taste her, don’t you?” she whispered in my ear. “That sweet, freshly fucked pussy?”

Where had my wife learned to talk so dirty? And where had this dominant streak come from?

She urged me down on the bed, between Liona’s open thighs. She even reached around me to stroke the soaking front of Liona’s panties before pulling them aside to show me her glistening sex.

As I ducked down to approach Liona’s flushed, fragrant lips, I felt my wife’s hand spread over my hard cock and grip it tight.

“Can you smell him on her?” Hayley said softly into my ear. “Can you tell she’s just been fucked by another man?”

“Uh-huh,” I said, stroking my nose over her smooth mound, breathing in the strange cocktail of aromas. I could definitely detect the presence of another man on her—it wasn’t hard, what she’d done with him—but while I wouldn’t necessarily say I liked it, it definitely made my cock throb and the adrenalin surge through me.

Then I pressed my mouth to her slit, and heard Liona catch her breath as I did so. Beyond the strange mustiness of sex, her tangy flavor was pleasant. It was her noises as I went down on her that were the most rewarding—she was soon panting and gasping for breath, and emitting sexy little moans as I lapped at her soft pussy lips. Was she stretched a little? Stretched by Aaron Simpson?

Her body writhed under me, her moans turning to little, whimpering cries.

“Oh God… Oh Jesus…”

She hadn’t been quite this way with Aaron Simpson, though she’s sat on his face to orgasm. I wondered if her threesome had warmed her up, primed her so she was more sensitive to my touches, and more ready to come in response. In no time at all she was writhing and shaking and juddering under me, crying out as the climax took her.

“How do you do that?” she said in barely more than a whisper.

“My husband is a very talented man,” Hayley said as she busily worked to pull my boxer shorts down over my thighs and free up my hard cock.

“Mmm… and you’re giving him to me?” Liona grinned.

“Sharing him,” Hayley reminded her. 

But now my wife was definitely saying so. She held out my cock for Liona to take inside her mouth, and held onto its base as the other woman sucked on me. I stroked Liona’s bare back and brushed her hair back out of her face as she sucked on me, then gave way for Hayley to share.

I really was concerned that I wouldn’t last as long as they’d want me to last. Thankfully, I guess it being late enough, Hayley pulled back from me, and urged Liona up.

“Take him,” she said. “I want to see you fuck him.”

I lay back as the sharp blonde straddled me, and tried to force myself not to explode early. It was no easy task, with Liona looking magnificent with her bare breasts sitting up primly on her chest, her nipples stiff, her skin pink from a night of rampant sex.

Gently, she touched her smoldering pussy down over my stiff shaft, riding me gently without allowing me to enter her. She was pulling her panties aside again and looked to Hayley’s signal.

I glanced up at my wife as she knelt beside us. “You’re sure about this?”

She nodded. “Sure.”

Liona rose, reached behind to position me appropriately. I felt hands on me, and looked up to see Hayley leaning in, helping to guide my cock into this other beautiful woman.

The two of them gazed at each other as Liona sank down slowly on my shaft. Hayley quietly gasped as she saw her friend press down on me, my cock disappearing inside her.

A red-faced Liona panted as she rode me, looking over her shoulder at Hayley to see how she was taking it, as Hayley leaned over to watch my hardness thrust inside her friend.

“How does it feel?” my wife turned to ask me.

“Wonderful,” I said, finding it a little hard to breathe myself.

“Liona?”

Liona looked at me and beamed. “It’s heaven…he’s so perfect….”

I laughed at that. “Nothing close to Aaron, though,” I said.

Hayley said, “Size isn’t everything, dear.”

And Liona said, “But it’s so comfortable… it feels so nice…”

After that event was passed, that new milestone in our sexual explorations, the urgency between the three of us, and the anxiety, fell away. We could relax, no longer concerned that we might get to a certain stage to find Hayley thinking better of sharing her man. My gorgeous wife stripped off for the second time that night, and straddled me as Liona had done with Aaron before, her sweet pussy touching down over my eager mouth, the second freshly fucked pussy for me to savor that night.

They were facing each other as they both rode me, and I could hear them kissing each other, reveling in their sexuality. It was a magical experience—to have two women on me at once, to have two women coming on me at once.

After a night like this, I was surprised how much stamina I had. What I’d seen, what I’d experienced in sharing two women with another man, just kept me fired up, aroused like never before. I felt like a stallion as I lay between Hayley’s thighs and fucked her, while leaning over to kiss Liona, my fingers thrusting in and out of her dripping pussy. I felt like a beast as I took Liona from behind, pounding into her as I held her small waist.

I felt like a god as Liona lay over a giggling Hayley, and I plunged my hard cock into their available pussies alternately, one then the other, as they made out and moaned like a couple bisexual nymphomaniacs.

But then Hayley pulled herself out from under Liona, and came to my side as I continued thrusting into her agent a few more times.

“Come inside her,” she said quietly in my ear. “I want to see you come in her.”

With one hand, I gripped Liona tight, while the other found its way to cup Hayley’s pussy beside me. I could hear Liona riding up to another crest of a wave, and this time I went with it, slamming into the golden-haired beauty with a force I’d not deployed all night.

Liona cried out, and shuddered under me, and with that, I let go myself, feeling my body racked with the electric surge of climax, as my hard cock pulsed and throbbed, my hot come shooting deep inside her.

*

“Any regrets?” I asked my wife as all three of us lay back in post-coital contentment.