She's a Star (a Hollywood Hotwife story) (29 page)

“None at all. I can really see why you always had that fantasy.” Hayley was casually stroking my cock as I lay there between them, though I needed more recovery time if she was going to get any life out of it soon.

“Were you jealous?”

“A little. But I felt involved, so it wasn’t so bad,” she said. “I don’t think I’d be able to handle you with anyone else. At least, not unless I knew them as well as I know Liona.”

“You don’t feel that way about Hayley, though?” Liona asked me. “I mean, you hardly knew Aaron before you let her see him.”

I propped myself up on my elbow. Even after orgasm, I could appreciate the stunning view I had lying between two such exquisite creatures. “I think I’m wired a little differently,” I said. “As long as I trust Hayley, that’s the important thing. She can be with whoever she wants. I like the idea of her being naughty with a stranger. As long as I know all about it.”

Hayley smiled, and sat up. “I think for me… seeing you with someone else… it’s not so much you being bad that turns me on… more that I know how hot it must be for you, to be with her, and I feel like I’m giving that experience to you.”

“You like being in control, huh?” I laughed. “All these things I’m learning about you, honey. Like…you like girls?”

Hayley flushed. “Who knew?”

“But you do?”

She glanced at Liona. “Yeah. Under the right circumstances, anyway.”

“And those circumstances happen to be ‘Aaron Simpson’?”

“Well, and you. And Liona. She’s very sexy.”

Liona laughed. “Says the hottest commodity in Hollywood. I’ve never slept with an A-list actress before. Check one off my bucket list.”

Hayley grinned, but now pulled herself up with a sigh. “I have to get back to Aaron. He won’t want to wake up and find I’m not there.”

I think Liona took that as a signal that she should be heading back to her room, too, but as she moved to get up, Hayley signaled for her to stop. “Oh no,” she said, “you can stay. I think I like the idea of you giving him some company.”

“Thanks,” Liona beamed, and now she was lying next to me stroking my cock as Hayley had been, only this time I was beginning to feel it stirring again.

“I might not see you guys before we leave,” Hayley said, as she pulled on her clothes.

“Antigua, right? Before everything moves on to Asia,” Liona asked her.

“I'll be back to LA for a few days, in between, for some home comforts."

"Sounds perfect."

"I'll have my time zones all messed up anyway," my wife nodded, but then looked at me for reassurance. “You will be….”

“I’ll be fine,” I said. “You’ll have a good time, and I’ll think about you lying on a private yacht in a bikini…or going below to jump your co-star.”

She grinned. “I'll have to make sure we can Skype from the boat.”

“Sounds good.”

“And then… what d’you say about coming out to Tokyo while we’re out there?” Hayley asked.

I hadn’t even thought about that idea.

“We’ll be able to set up some meetings about the next movie,” Liona said.

“I might have to get some more time off,” I said. “But I’ve never been to Japan.”

Liona laughed. “Can’t you just become a house husband? Your wife will be earning seven figures per movie.”

That made me chuckle. “If she’s going to be away for weeks at a time making movies and sleeping with her co-stars, I might as well keep working myself,” I insisted.

"She could hire you as her nutritionist."

"I'm not sure I'm a good enough cook."

“Okay,” Hayley turned to glance at herself in the mirror before edging toward the door. “I’d better run. You two have fun—and I’ll try calling you when we get to the Caribbean.”

She blew kisses our way, and then she was gone. When the heavy clunk of the door closing behind her rang out, it seemed suddenly very strange to me to be lying in a bed alone with a beautiful woman who was not my wife.

Liona turned to kiss me, and by now I was rock hard again in her hands. “What a crazy night,” she said.

“Completely crazy,” I agreed.

“I never slept with two guys in one night before.”

“Really?” I joked. “Someone as beautiful as you?”

She laughed. “Guys usually aren’t into it.”

I kissed her. “You just have to find the right guys.”

“Well, I know what kind of a husband I want, anyway,” she said, and rolled on top of me, wiggling her butt a little until she was in position so that I could slide inside her again.

“You think you’ll find one like me?”

She smiled, and kissed me as her tight, slippery pussy clenched my hard cock. “You know what? You can find most things on the Internet these days.”

Epilogue

Here’s what I didn’t anticipate: running into Aaron Simpson at our hotel in Tokyo.

“David! What the hell are you doing here?”

True, he had various security men and minders orbiting him like satellites, but there he was, in the flesh—and there I was, after imagining myself safe because Hayley was off doing studio interviews somewhere else in the city.

“Oh… uh…”

Jesus. It was kind of a coincidence, a lawyer like me on safari away from home in exactly the same city—and exactly the same hotel as Aaron and the rest of the movie. Was he going to think I was a stalker? I was assuming he wasn’t going to figure out that I was Hayley’s ex-husband.

But my mind froze, I could not for the life of me come up with even the weakest of stories to explain myself.

Then Aaron broke out into a warm smile. “You’re with Liona still? That’s great.”

Flushing vigorously, though at the same time feeling the cool breeze of relief sweeping through my body that he had come up with the excuse I needed for being here, I nodded.

“She’s something special,” he nodded. “I can see why you’d follow her out here, just because Hayley wants a girlfriend while we’re here.”

“It’s a good excuse to see Japan,” I shrugged, hoping the dark shadows of the designer-lit hotel hallway in which we’d bumped into each other gave me some protection from looking like a complete idiot.

“You doing anything tonight?”

“Nothing I can’t rearrange.”

“Great,” he said. “We can go out—a double date. Would that be wild? There’s a sake bar in the Ginza district—apparently it’s the bomb.”

“Sounds wonderful,” I said.

“Excellent.” He pointed at me as though I was a random face in the crowd and he was a rock star trying to make himself look popular. “Tonight, amigo! We’ll have fun!”

Then he was away, moving in a wave of beefy guys wearing black.

I’d been on my way back to my room after having a bite to eat at one of the hotel’s extensive eateries—breakfast? lunch? dinner? I had no real clue what it was, my body clock was in such a mess. This was at the beginning of our stay in Tokyo, and I hadn’t made it out of the hotel yet, which probably didn’t help my body recalibrate its time zone.

I got up to my room only to find Hayley was back from her jaunt in front of the TV cameras, and was lying on the bed with Liona peering into a laptop computer.

“Hey,” I said, waiting until the door closed behind me before speaking up.

The two women looked up at me, obviously happy I was back. I said, “I just ran into Aaron downstairs.”

“He remember you?” Hayley asked.

“Yeah. Still doesn’t recognize me as your husband, though.”

“I think we’re way past that,” she smiled.

“Invited us all out for a double date tonight. At some sake bar he says is good.”

“Great!”

I walked around to see what the two of them were looking at on the computer. The screen was filled with row upon row of photographs of young, handsome men. It took a few moments before I saw that most of them were the same person.

“You’re looking at porn?”

The two of them laughed, and Hayley said, “We’re figuring out which movie I should do after Prisoner’s Wife 2.”

“And let me guess…which co-star you get to sleep with is the deciding factor?”

“No!” Hayley said, flashing her eyes at me in horror. But then she gave the kind of conspiratorial glance to Liona that suggested to me that she had at the very least been fantasizing about which co-star she might want to date next. Or maybe I just liked to think that.

“I’m not just choosing any old movie project just because there’s a hot guy attached,” she insisted, but I read between the lines.

I slumped down on the bed next to my wife, and said: “You’re not going to stick around with Aaron much longer, then?”

“You want me to stay with him?” she was teasing me, and I knew it.

“No, I want you to see who you want to see.”

“So then,” she said, beaming as she scrolled through the Google image search of some actor I vaguely recognized. I had to admit, the idea excited me, even though the next movie would be months away.

“But you’re still okay with Aaron for now?”

“Oh yes, more than okay,” she said. “So where are we going out tonight?”

“Some place in Ginza district.”

“Okay. I’d probably better start getting ready,” she said, getting up. Liona stayed put on the bed, however.

“You coming out, too?” I asked her.

She shook her head. “I have to make a few international calls,” she said. “One of my other clients is about to get kicked off a movie unless I can sort something out.”

“What time did he say we’d be going out?” Hayley asked as she reached the door.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “He just said tonight.”

“Okay. I’ll call your room when we’re ready, sound good?”

“Sure.”

Suddenly, I recognized the pictures on the Google search—it was Oliver Harwood, the actor Liona had recruited back in London. Peering closer at the screen, I could see his name in the search box.

“That’s the guy getting kicked off a movie?” I asked her.

Liona nodded. “He’s starring in a rom-com—a much bigger role than he’s ever had before.”

“So why’s he getting canned?”

She said, “Apparently he keeps getting erect while they’re shooting the sex scenes, and his co-star is refusing to work with him. The whole shoot has been delayed, like, two months.”

“And how’re you going to fix it?” I asked, suddenly thinking I understood how Liona might be proposing to solve the crisis.

The blonde smiled. “I’m going to suggest they fire the actress, and hire Hollywood’s hottest rising star instead.”

I nodded. “Hayley. And presumably she won’t be so fussy about the guy getting hard every time they’re shooting a love scene?”

“You know your wife—she’s a trooper.”

I felt the butterflies fluttering in my stomach—and my manhood thickening in my pants—at the thought of Hayley dating a new co-star. And I could see her going for the charms of Oliver Harwood, who might not have Aaron Simpson’s status on Hollywood, but he was young and fit.

*

I felt a little bad for Aaron, knowing his time with Hayley was now facing a hard limit. I knew it was because now I knew him, and liked him, as more than just a famous face and a large cock for my wife.

At the same time, I wouldn’t have wanted their relationship to go on and on. I didn’t want her to fall for him, or vice versa.

I also felt a little bad perpetuating the charade that I didn’t really know Hayley at all, that I wasn’t her husband, just some random lawyer named David.

My feelings of pity toward him faded, however, through the night.

We did have a great time—it was one of those legendary nights out where conversation flows as easily as the drinks, and we hopped from place to place every time a bar got even a little stale. We explored the city from the inside of bars Aaron was so much fun, and what started out with three of us in that sake bar in the middle of the Ginza shopping district, soon became more as we kept running into people who knew Aaron—mainly Americans, but some Japanese, too. It made the man seem very worldly, and I suppose he had been traveling internationally for some time—and when you become friends with someone like Aaron Simpson, you don’t forget it.

After the bars, we hit the clubs, for cocktails and karaoke and late-night video games, whirling around the neon-lit Tokyo streets until our feet were throbbing.

At last, though, as we piled into a taxi to take us back to the hotel, it was just the three of us again.

In the elevator climbing up through the giant hotel, I was about to get off at my floor—but Aaron stopped me.

“You’re not going to call it quits?” he said.

I stepped back from the open elevator door. “I thought you guys were done.”

The door closed. Aaron said, “No, we’re not done just yet.”

He turned to Hayley, and kissed her right in front of me. Then he looked at me, and slipped the front of her dress down to expose a bare breast, and a hard nipple. He said, “You want to join us?”