It was such a glorious sensation, and still made my stomach tighten a little at the thought that this was what my wife was doing with Aaron Simpson even in the first movie they made together, as just part of the process of acting out the sex scenes without real penetration.
She liked this, maybe it reminded her of all those times with Aaron. I felt the jealousy burn inside my stomach.
“So nothing else happened, just a little kissing and touching?”
She moaned at the feelings of my big hard cock grinding against her pussy. “Nothing else,” she said. “Not before we got back, and then you were there to see it.”
Hayley lifted up, and began manhandling my prominent cock, pumping my wet shaft, circling her clit with my tip, beaming at her husband with apparent joy that I was so thrilled by her evening.
“We had such a good time dancing,” she said. “Totally lost ourselves in the music, and in each other….”
At that thought, I felt my insides burn again as she hinted at the growing closeness she felt with her co-star. Sex with him was one exciting thing, but I wasn’t sure I could handle Hayley having actual feelings for him, and feeling real affection for him.
But at the same time, there was something so very exciting about that, the risk, the danger, the knowledge that if she was feeling that way, it was making Hayley feel good.
She pressed her body back down on my shaft, this time holding me with her hands while she rode me, as though she was holding onto the horn of a saddle while riding a bucking bronco in a rodeo.
“…I could feel him pressing against me, his hands were roaming all over me, slipping under my dress and everything,” she said.
“You must have been seriously hot for him.”
“Then it was morning, and he wanted to go for a walk somewhere, to get some air. I think he wanted to find a quiet spot and try something. I told him I didn’t need air, I needed his big hard cock inside me.”
“I bet he loved that.”
“He had the biggest smile. His hand slipped up my thigh to feel how damp my underwear was.”
“And you were, weren’t you?” I grinned. “You were soaking wet for him.”
“I guess so.”
Hayley was so beautiful when she smiled, and right now she could not stop. Looking down at her playing with my cock, using it like a sex toy, I saw her fingers dip briefly inside her pussy, feeling out just how wet she was. Then she brought her fingers up to my mouth, gently touching between my lips. It was so sexy, somehow, that she was demanding that I taste her like this. And this time, I was tasting her unfaithful pussy, her used sex.
It made me shiver.
“So you went home with him....”
“We were in a taxi so fast,” another pretty smile, and she was pressing her weight on me, making me so desperate for her to take me inside her. “I felt so nervous, I was shaking all the way back to the hotel, and all the way through to our suite.”
Hayley paused, pressing herself against me, gazing at me for a moment or two, once again monitoring me for signs that I was no longer so thrilled to hear about her sleeping with another man.
“Was it like shooting those sex scenes with him? I asked her.
“No,” she said, and smiled. “You just want that movie to be real, don’t you?”
“I liked the characters.”
“But shooting sex scenes is nothing like... well. Anyway. This was completely different.”
“How so?”
“It was… I guess it was more charged, more natural, more frightening but also more exciting. Like, the safety ropes were gone, the net in case we fell. We were free, no one to stop us and order us to take things from the top again.”
Again the jealousy simmered inside me, not so much from the physical connection between Hayley and Aaron, but from the hints at a growing emotional connection.
I moved my hands between Hayley’s thighs, seeking out her heat, her wetness.
“Oh God….” she moaned as I nudged up against her clit. “…when he was actually touching me there…licking me there...putting his fingers inside me....”
I stroked her as she squeezed my hardness, feeling how wet she was, so turned on. This puffy, pumped pussy that had had two men focused on it that night.
“I guess he made me come just from touching me like that,” she said. She looked startled at what she’d said, afraid she’d offended me.
I simply smiled, and brought my fingers back up to taste her again. “That’s so hot,” I said softly, reassuring her. “You must have been so wired up to go off like that by then.”
“I guess,” she smiled, blushing, though relieved her candid story was doing nothing to dissuade me from this strange situation. “It felt kind of weird.”
“Weird?”
She shrugged. “There were no cameras around, no film crew. And I was getting this big, strong man naked, and it wasn’t you.”
“Oh, right.”
“Strange, you know? I’d seen him naked plenty of times before, too, but this was like a date. And there was nothing in the way of us actually doing this, for real.”
Funny how certain trigger words made my insides flutter. The word “date”, as in the fact my wife was dating another man—it held such implications. It was terrifying and yet so exciting.
“And when it came time for...well, when he was pressing that thing against me, and this time there was no going back. I was a little frightened, I guess.”
It was reassuring to hear that she had been feeling that way. That she hadn’t simply turned up, stripped off and gone ten rounds with him without thinking about the bigger picture.
“He was patient,” she said. “And it was so enormous, I think more than I even remembered from the times before…when he got hard on set.”
“He is bigger than me,” I said.
“Yeah,” she said warily, and I saw that she was afraid of offending me, once again.
I nodded. “I think it’s better that way.”
“You do?”
I laughed. “You still like mine, don’t you?”
“Oh God, yes,” she smiled, holding me again while she rode me, though not yet with me inside her.
“So then…it’s great you get to experience a bigger one.”
Her eyes flashed. She pushed me back, got between my legs, licking my full length before slipping me into her mouth. Tasting her own juices while she showed me exactly what she’d done with Aaron Simpson. Making me picture exactly how it had been, making it seem so very real that she’d been doing this with another man.
“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.
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