She's a Star (a Hollywood Hotwife story)

by Sebastian, Max

  “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 cont
inued 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.

  “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.”