She's a Star (a Hollywood Hotwife story) (20 page)

“It’s kind of a pain, getting these all hooked up,” he said.

“It’s not easy being a girl,” Hayley replied, then sighed as Aaron ran his hands all over her shapely derriere.

He stood, and she put a pair of ferociously high heels on, letting him stand back and admire her as she strapped them to her ankles.

Aaron unbuttoned his shirt as he watched her, then moved in for the kill. I shivered as I saw him step forward and reach for her, his hands sliding around her neck to pull her into a kiss, before gliding over her body, taking in her curves and the luxurious texture of her lace underwear. He turned her, kissing her neck as he grabbed her breasts.

“God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he said, that famous hint of a Southern drawl in his voice. Hayley leaned forward over the counter, and he slapped her rear playfully. “You are one world-class tease, you know that?”

There was a little nervous exhilaration in her laugh. “I’m a married woman,” she said.

“You’re still a married woman,” Aaron chuckled, and sank to his knees again behind her. He held her butt cheeks, kissing them, pressing his face between them, against her sex.

She moaned, and said, “I’m a married woman, but we agreed on me having an affair to promote the movie.”

Aaron peeled my wife’s panties down over her rear, over her thighs and allowed them to fall to the ground. She panted as he licked her from behind, and he pulled off his shirt. The man had a powerful physique—his upper body was rippling with muscles. The complete action hero, his face pressed against my wife’s pussy.

“Your husband still thinks it’s a fake affair, though,” the Hollywood star said as he pulled open his pants.

She giggled. “The whole world thinks this is exactly what’s happening,” she said. “So we might as well get the full benefits, right?”

She groaned and gasped as he sucked on her, but then he was standing up—and there was his enormous great cock, stiff and perpendicular.

“When you gonna tell him?” he growled.

“When I’m ready.”

The man finished pushing his pants down, and lined up behind my wife, stroking the tip of his huge prick between her cheeks. Hayley sighed.

I felt as though my insides were on fire, my heart thumping in my chest. There was this strange pressure in the air, and related to the rapidly diminishing chances of me being able to stop this act.

My wife had done some scandalous things with Aaron Simpson already, but the most scandalous parts of all had been faked for the camera. At this moment, she and I really were going through a major change to our lives—a transformation that could not be undone, and which we were not fully sure what kind of conclusion it would lead to.

Hayley, my beautiful Hayley, gasped, and turned to look back at him—flicking glance in my direction—as he turned her into an adulteress with one little thrust of his hips. His huge cock slipped inside her, splitting her cheeks, stretching her pussy, and making her moan as she felt its immense presence filling her completely.

He held her hips and began slowly thrusting into her, surging forward then withdrawing, plunging that thing into her depths, then pulling it out almost completely.

He’d wanted her for so long, and now she was finally giving herself to him, he was taking his fill as soon as he could.

“Oh God….” she moaned as he fucked her, his body making slapping sounds as he pounded against her. “Oh yeah…Oh God it feels so good….”

As I watched, horrified and yet thrilled like never before, I could smell my wife’s arousal, smell that thick, musty odor of sex. It was intense, intoxicating.

“Fuck, it’s so big…” she groaned as he slammed into her, making the kind of noises I’d never ever heard her make.

I wondered if he was going to come inside her—to mark her quickly as his, now that he could. But Aaron pulled away, stepped back, clearly wanting to avoid a premature end. Hayley turned and knelt in front of him, taking that enormous thing in her hands—and then in her mouth.

I saw her very subtly turn him, and brush her hair out of her face, so that she might give the perfect view to her husband behind the shower curtain as she curled her tongue around his huge shaft, licking him from base to tip, and took him back inside her mouth.

Aaron held her head firmly and took control of the rhythm of his cock moving inside her mouth. He fucked her face, he pulled out and stroked his tip all over her cheeks before sinking it back as deep in his throat as she would allow.

She’d never gone that deep on me, I was sure of it, and Aaron was significantly larger than I was. It was as though this whole situation lent her increased powers, enhanced confidence, the need to go further than she had before.

But she didn’t suck on him until he came. She stood and led him out of the bathroom. I heard the creak out in the bedroom as she lay back on the mattress for him. I felt the need for escape, and knowing Hayley as well as I did, I couldn’t believe she wouldn’t try to get Aaron in a position where I could get out of that bathtub and make it to somewhere safer. I eased myself out of the large white tub, my muscles aching from being cooped up in one position for so long.

Slowly, I edged close to the doorway, peeking out.

Aaron had his face buried in Hayley’s pussy as she lay spread-eagled on the bed. I couldn’t help but envy him, though I was elated this was happening. I registered a movement that didn’t seem to quite gel with what was happening—Hayley’s hand, signaling, just out of Aaron’s view, for me to get out of there.

I did as she suggested, slipping out of the bathroom and then round past Aaron himself, so close I could smell his perspiration and cologne. Then I crept out of the bedroom, preferring the safety of the rest of the suite rather than the risk of trying to get around the rest of the bed and get to the curtains.

I could hide in the lounge adequately enough and keep out of Aaron’s sight as I watched through the open bedroom door. He fucked her with his fingers as he sucked on her clit, and took her to an ear-splitting climax before moving up beside her, to slide that great beast back inside her.

I didn’t always get the best view, but there were enough moments where I saw everything, where I saw her pink juicy pussy stretched around his swollen manhood, when I saw his muscles flexing as he piled that great thing into her, when I saw the base of his shaft glistening with my wife’s come.

But the simple fact was I didn’t need the perfect view. Just as much of a thrill were the sounds she made as she took him inside her—the sighs, the moans, the gasps, the liquid noises of his cock sinking deep inside her, stretching her, filling her with something new.

Just as much of a thrill was the look on her face as he fucked her—the strain on her features of feeling every sensitive part of her body played at once, the way she opened her mouth wide to gasp for air as he pounded into her, that surprised and elated expression at feeling herself so challenged by the sheer size of what he was putting inside her.

I didn’t care that I obviously didn’t stack up to this titan, this leviathan. It just didn’t matter. I had given her this experience. And I could give her similar experiences in the future, even if it was not me directly pleasuring her. It made me feel powerful, even detached as I was from her bliss.

I watched her move to suck on him a little more, and then she was riding him, moving him such that she was facing me as she rode him, and he was not, so she could gaze into my eyes as she fucked another man—something that almost made me lose it.

She mouthed the words: “I love you” as she fucked him like that, and as I smiled, and mouthed them in return. She broke into the brightest smile I think I’ve ever seen.

He wrestled her over onto her back before the final onslaught, as I watched him lay between her legs and clench his whole body every time he pushed inside her, both of them moaning and writhing and gasping and shaking as Aaron’s own end approached.

And here I was, standing there virtually out in the open, able to move forward into the bedroom itself to watch from so close as this statuesque man claimed my beloved, exquisite wife—holding her and driving into her, almost smothering her with his powerful body, and finally crying out as he shuddered and trembled and pumped his come deep inside her, triggering her own orgasm in the process.

“Oh yes…come inside me…come inside me…come in me….”

I didn’t hang around as it all subsided. I was shaking, feeling torn from slipping out of the hotel suite, leaving my wife to her new lover, but euphoric from what I’d seen.

My wife’s infidelity was like a world-class high for me.

Chapter Eighteen

I sat in an armchair watching TV, hardly believing what had just happened. I felt such a bizarre mix of emotions—sexual desire, jealousy, joy, fear. I felt content at witnessing the hottest thing I think I’d ever seen in my life—and also regret at leaving my wife up there, with another man. What if she thought I was walking away from her? What if she was afraid I no longer wanted her—and my vacating that room confirmed it in her mind.

Sitting there in just a dark pair of pants, my shirt and socks cast off, I had made the assumption that that was it for me for the night. I was going to have to cope with knowing that my beautiful wife was upstairs in bed with another man. It would be the usual state of affairs going forward, though it seemed shocking to me still.

I flipped through the TV channels and flinched as I came upon a show featuring a very recognizable face—Hayley herself. She was being interviewed, and there was a backdrop behind her featuring a banner promoting the movie. It was strange seeing her there, on TV. It felt as though the world was so small. I’d just seen her having sex with another man.

“…do you have any regrets? What happened with your husband?” the interviewer was asking her.

Hayley was bravely facing the camera, and looked as though she’d been expecting this kind of question to come up.

She said, “David and I are still very good friends. We both realized our lives were taking very different directions. I still love him more than anyone—”

I looked up at the sound of my room door shutting. And there was Hayley, standing right there in my room, in the flesh. Gazing at her husband, her hair mussed and her makeup smeared, suggesting wicked things that her eyes confirmed.

“She’s right, you know,” she said, referring to her televisual self.

“I know,” I said calmly.

She looked incredible, would have looked pretty special anyway, but now she had that edge to her, the little
je ne sais quoi
that could only come from the fact that she had just done something very, very wicked.

This vixen had just fucked another man.

She was flushed from bedding her co-star, and it seemed to me that her hard nipples proclaimed her hopes that now that it had actually happened, the idea of her infidelity still turned me on.

I looked at her, impassively at first, but then my mouth turned upwards in a mischievous smile.

“You did it,” I said quietly.

“I did,” she said. “You still love me?”

“More than ever.”

I pulled myself up from the couch to approach her, and before I reached her she’d slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders, allowing the garment to drop to the floor.

She wasn’t wearing a thing underneath.

On the TV, the interviewer was still grilling the pre-recorded Hayley. “Do you think you were wrong to get married so young?”

I found myself wincing at such a personal question, for the sake of promoting a movie.

But on screen, pre-recorded Hayley shrugged it off. “Not at all,” she said. “I was in love with him—and I’m still in love with him. I don’t think that will ever change. We just both realized…where I am now in my career…we’re just in different places….”

But here in my hotel room, I could see her pussy, her pussy lips looking red and wet and puffy. Used by another man. I was rock hard by the time I had her in my arms, kissing her sweet mouth, my hand slipping gently behind her head to pull her into me, to reclaim her.

It was so strange, the strong sense familiarity I had, coupled with the slight hint that she was no longer quite the Hayley I had known.

She was someone else’s girl now, at least for the duration of this adventure.

Hard to quite put a finger on what it was that was different about her, though certainly there was something unfamiliar in her scent, from her own new fragrance selected especially for another man, but also the lingering smell that could only be the after effects of another man taking her.

Hayley smelled of sex. And it wasn’t sex with me.

She was ignoring the TV by now. I was just impressed at how good she was under interrogation.

“Was he angry at you? That you’re seeing Aaron now?”

“It is what it is. He understands that. We still love each other, but—”

“But now you love Aaron Simpson, right?”

“Aaron’s very special.”

Hayley turned the television off.

“I need a shower,” she breathed as my hands slipped down to cup her breasts.