She's a Star (a Hollywood Hotwife story)

by Sebastian, Max

  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.

  Aaron: So they’re wet already - you might as well have a little fun! You can have that manager of yours go shopping for you when you get to Dublin.

  Hayley: Okay I’m not sure Hannah would be understanding the need for new underwear…

  Aaron: Just think about what will happen when we get to Paris… I’m going to tie you up and make you forget you were ever married…

  Hayley: I don’t know… I have a very good memory ;-)

  Aaron: You know that thing you said you’d never done with your husband? Maybe we’ll try that…

  Hayley: Hmm… I thought Paris was supposed to be about romance?

  Aaron: We can do romance… or I can blow your world, baby :-P

  Hayley: I like the sound of that. Maybe I will have to get Hannah to go shopping for me when we land after all ;-)

  Aaron: Bad girl. I love it. Just think of my big hard cock and how it fits you so perfectly…

  Hayley: Mmm… it stretches me… I never felt anything so large before in my life… but it makes me so wet…

  Aaron: Oh yeah, baby. Can you imagine me fucking you? Sliding inside you… filling you up…

  Hayley: Oh God… and there it goes. ;-) I really made a mess in my underwear.

  God, I was so turned on by reading Hayley’s messages. Imagining her on that flight being naughty while no one was looking—and imagining Aaron Simpson’s cock while she did so.

  But what was the one thing that my wife had never done with me that Aaron was apparently so willing to do in my stead?

  Chapter Twenty

  It was about 8pm London time when there was a knock on my door. It was Liona again, but this time she didn’t come into my room.

  “This is for you,” she said, handing me what appeared to be a brand new iPhone—one of the big ones, whatever they’re called.

  “Uh…thank you…” I said, not really knowing what to say.

  “It’s from Hayley,” she explained. “Or at least, Hayley told me to go out and buy it for you.”

  “Oh, right.”

  “Works internationally, right? So she can send you dirty pictures and sext messages without having to go through my business phone.”

  “Ah, yes,” I nodded.

  Liona grinned, an our-little-secret kind of a grin. “You think they’re having dinner in Paris right now?” she asked.

  “I guess so.”

  “And then… you think they’ll go out? Or maybe they’ll wanna go back to their hotel and make out…” She smiled. “Kind of strange that your wife is dating someone new, huh?”

  “Strange,” I agreed. “But I like it.”

  “I have got to get me a husband like you,” she said, and with that she stepped away. “Good night… Sweet Prince… And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest…”

  I hoped that Liona’s quoting of Hamlet was not meant to signify that my life was going to turn into a Shakespearean tragedy. Particularly a quote from Hamlet’s death scene. But as I closed the door once again, isolating myself in the safe, tidy little space that was my home for a few days, I flicked open the new iPhone and found a couple of messages waiting for me in the message app. From Hayley, who else.

  >Hey honey. Thought it would be easier if you had this phone since it works everywhere.

  >Reply to this message so I know you’ve got it! Love xx

  I replied to her immediately, and she came straight back:

  >Glad to hear it. How you doing? We’re just back from dinner. You doing okay with me being so far away with Aaron?

  I replied:

  > Of course I’m okay. Hope you’re having fun!

  >We’re just chilling out now at the hotel—I think we’re both fairly tired.

  I texted her:

  >You just going to go to sleep? But you’re in a hotel room alone with Aaron Simpson!

  She responded:

  >I never said we’re just going to sleep. You wanna watch? Think I can probably set up my phone so you can see something…

  I felt my heart skip a beat, and my cock stiffen quite suddenly at that. I told her:

  >I’d love to watch, if it’s possible.

  She said:

  >Okay honey. Here we go. Might be a slow start. Remember how much I love you! Xxx

  *

  It was a slow start. Hayley managed to secrete her phone in a secret corner close to the bed, but for a long while she and Aaron were just chilling out, watching TV.

  There was some kissing, some affectionate touches, but for the most part they were just relaxing, Aaron in a gray vest and blue briefs, Hayley in a white tank top, white socks, and as far as I could tell a white satin thong.

  I couldn’t hear them, though I could see they were chatting casually.

  For a long while, I just watched TV as well, keeping my phone there where I could monitor their progress, hoping that something happened before the two of them went to sleep.

  I wasn’t disappointed.

  It started, fairly typically, when I slipped out to the bathroom to briefly use the facilities. When I came back, suddenly there was Hayley sitting between Aaron’s open thighs, her ankles locked around his waist, her hands around his neck as she kissed him.

  She urged him to lie back, stroking his chest as he did so, her hands sweeping over his stomach, and then over the large bulge in his underwear. I had a good view. It made me shiver a little to see her hands running over his sizable package. I guess knowing how large he was—seeing it right there—tapped into that natural anxiety about losing her, spurring on the adrenalin.

  I watched her slip down his underwear sufficient to unleash him, taking it in her hands and stroking it up to full hardness. It was so hot to see my beautiful wife handling somebody else’s cock, to see how wicked she was, to feel us pushing through that taboo of the adulterous woman.

  After a while, Aaron sat up to reach for her, and peel off her top, revealing those sweet breasts and her bullet-like nipples. She removed his vest in turn, but then pushed him back down on the bed, this time moving to take his cock into her mouth. He stroked her hair as she sank down on him, impressing me with how much she could get in her mouth. She seemed to take great delight in sucking on him, in exploring this cock that did not belong to her husband.

  I watched my rival rise and urge her back on the bed so he might reciprocate, removing his underwear but merely pulling hers to the side as he lay between her thighs and ducked down to lick her sweet, hairless pussy.

  Hayley lay back, closed her eyes and moaned as he lapped at her, but then with him occupied there between her legs, she turned her head and gazed directly at me, via her phone wherever it was hiding, and it seemed as th
ough we were locking eyes, seemed as though she was indicating that it was me giving her this pleasure, albeit indirectly.

  Aaron pulled off her panties, and as he toyed with her slippery folds with his hands, the way he was lying on the bed allowed Hayley to grasp his cock, and stroke him. He managed to lick her while she continued to pump him, and I found myself very envious that he got to taste her like this, while I could only watch through a phone screen.

  Not that I wasn’t happy to watch.

  It wasn’t long before Aaron was up on his knees before her, and it was no longer his tongue slipping and sliding over her tender folds, but the tip of his huge cock.

  I caught my breath as he positioned himself, the muscles in the back of his thighs and in his butt tensing as he squeezed his hardness inside her. Hayley silently groaned as he filled her, then withdrew, filled her, then withdrew.

  It didn’t get old, watching another guy fucking my darling wife. Watching her face as she took him inside her, that expression of pure bliss as he stretched her, the way her body writhed under him as he entered her, the way her breasts shook with each thrust.

  She came fairly quickly while he was inside her. Then Aaron lay beside her, turned her hips so she was effectively lying on her side, all curled up, and entered her again, spooning her. It was slower, but I swear in no time at all Hayley was coming again, a pink flush spreading through her cheeks and upper chest.

  As she recovered, I saw him slip a finger inside her juicy pussy, but then in a blink where I almost missed it, I realized that as he sank his finger into her, it wasn’t in her pussy. I saw that in his other hand he held something that appeared to be a small bottle of lubrication,

  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but Hayley was lying there perfectly happily, and she had to know what was going on. The next time I looked, Aaron was stroking the tip of his cock between her butt cheeks, and it wasn’t sliding over her pussy.

  I’d never done this with Hayley. I’d never done it with anyone I’d dated. I’d just never felt the need, never felt the desire to do so. But somehow, if Hayley wanted to do it, I wanted to see another man do it with her. I wanted her to be naughty, be filthy. To lose her inhibitions because she was sleeping with someone who wasn’t her husband.

  It was simultaneously shocking and deeply arousing to see him guide his tip to her other hole, and how Hayley’s hand spread over her ass cheeks to display her consent for this. He pressed forward, squeezing his body against her oh-so-slowly, sliding gradually into her in a way I never had—sliding his cock into her ass—

  I watched him fuck her like that, with shallow thrusts that did not see too much of his shaft entering her. Hayley closed her eyes and moaned, her face tensed as he slowly fucked her there.

  God. Somehow I felt as though the ground had shifted under me. But I thought to myself that I should have expected this, should have expected that if she went with someone different, it would open her up to different experiences, experiences she probably couldn’t have with me. That was part of the excitement of liberating her.

  After a while, she pulled away, but then I watched as Hayley straddled him, facing away from Aaron’s head—and notably, facing directly toward me, so that I had a great view of her trim body as she hovered over that huge beast of his, her legs parted to expose her sweet pussy. She took hold of his shaft as she lowered herself to him, and took him inside her again.

  It only took a brief moment to see that other man’s cock sinking into my wife again, sliding in between her thighs, in between her buttocks, to realize that she hadn’t taken him inside her pussy. She liked it enough to straddle him and fuck him with her ass.

  I watched her panting as she rode him like that, her body glistening with perspiration, her pussy soaking with her juices. After that, he took her anally from behind, with Hayley on all fours, before spraying his white cream all over her back.

  It was strange to me. I still didn’t really want to do that, but the thought of someone else making Hayley squirm like that was deeply arousing.

  She took her phone in to the bathroom after that, as she showered.

  I sent her a message:

  >Did you enjoy that?

  When she came out, she smiled at me, though I could see she was tired. She picked up the phone, and I lost the visual of her as she tapped out her reply:

  >I didn’t expect to. But it was… nice. It just felt so dirty.

  I asked her:

  >Do you wish we’d tried that?

  She replied:

  >Not really. It’s not something I regret not doing before. With Aaron… it’s just different. It’s like I can do really dirty things with him, because he’s just a fling.

  Then she sent me another message:

  >Is it something you wish we’d done together?

  I paused, thought about it. Typed:

  >No, I never really thought about it. Kind of hot seeing you doing it with someone else, but I still don’t feel the need.

  She replied:

  >Well, when it happens, you can just watch ;-)

  That put me in good spirits. We both signed off, both needing some sleep after what had turned into quite the intense session. I couldn’t wait to see her again, and going to sleep would get me through more of the time she was away, so that her return to me would be that much sooner.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Two weeks I spent in that hotel, waiting while Hayley traveled around Europe with or without Aaron, occasionally spending a night away, more often than not returning to the Dorchester for sleep and relaxation before the next commitments to promote the movie.

  I enjoyed my time in London—there was so much to see, so much to do, and it helped that I had the vivacious Liona to keep me company.

  Existence was almost nocturnal for me, since I had more interest in being awake at night, when Hayley would be with Aaron, occasionally slipping out once he was asleep to see me. I’d sleep during the morning, when it seemed Aaron and Hayley did most of their sleeping, with noon becoming a standard wake-up time.

  Meanwhile, I could also use the great facilities in the hotel—the five restaurants, afternoon tea, the spa, and not worry about much day-to-day concerns since my room was paid for by the movie, officially for a production assistant.

  But while Hayley engineered various opportunities for me to witness her sleeping with Aaron, I did well to avoid the man himself. I lived in constant fear that he would somehow discover me, he would find out I was at the hotel while he and Hayley were, leading to awkward questions about what I was doing there. It was almost more dangerous than catching the interest of the paparazzi.

  Hayley kept the fact that she was still seeing me to herself.

  “I don’t know what he’d do if he found out,” she said when I remembered to ask whether she’d told Aaron. “I’m not sure it’s worth the risk of telling him.”

  “But he still thinks that I think the affair is fake?”

  She pondered my point. “I guess so. But I think he’s under the impression that I don’t…that we don’t…sleep together much—because we’ve been married so long.”

  “I guess that is the stereotype.”

  “He’s never really been with someone who’s still married to another guy,” she said.

  Then one evening I was using the gym equipment in the hotel’s Fitness Studio—as I often did in the evenings after an afternoon of touristy activities with Liona—when I noticed that I didn’t quite have the exclusive. And the guy now training with the free weights was none other than Aaron Simpson.

  It was startling to see him there. I almost bolted, worried that he’d recognize me—we had met, briefly, at the premiere back in LA. He didn’t, apparently. As I continued to work out, the two of us kept out of each other’s way, but then at one point he did catch me giving him a quick glance.

  “Hi,” he said. “How are you?”

  “Good, thanks.”

  We nodded at each other and smiled, as strangers do. Relief f
looded through me that he did not recognize me at all, had no idea who I was. And I think he seemed relieved that either I was so far removed from ordinary life that I didn’t know who he was, or I was simply not going to make an issue of it, that he seemed to visibly relax as we continued to use the gym.

  I’d say it was about half an hour into my work out when Aaron came quietly over to me, and waited patiently a moment or two until I came to a break in using the leg press.

  “Hey buddy, you mind spotting me for a few moments?” he asked me.

  “Sure, no problem.”

  It felt more than a little strange to be helping the guy on the bench press like that—though I did little to help him, since he was disturbingly strong. In his gray tank top, his muscular frame was as impressive as it looked on screen—this was no special effect. I guess when you get paid millions for your work in the movies, it give you an incentive to be that built.

  Aaron said, “You’re American?”

  “Uh-huh,” I said, feeling slightly awkward. This guy was sleeping with my wife, and he had no idea who I was.

  Should I tell him who I was? What if he was hiding the fact that he knew who I was? But then, why would Aaron Simpson do that?

  “In town on business, or pleasure?” he asked me.

  “Uh…pleasure,” I said. “I’ve never been to London before, so…you know…seeing the sights.”

  Aaron smiled as he continued to lift the weights. “London’s great, isn’t it? I only wish I had more time to see it.”

  “You must have a busy schedule,” I said, and for the first time acknowledged that I knew exactly who he was.

  There was another grin at that, it seemed to me that he realized I had simply been giving him space, respecting his privacy, during our joint work out session so far, instead of being none the wiser to who he was.

  “It’s fun, sometimes,” he said. “Seeing so many people, partying with so many people. Different places all the time—never sitting still. But you don’t get to see much of the sights while you’re visiting places.”