“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?”
Hayley leaned back against the elevator wall and closed her eyes, and I stooped to kiss her neck, and then slide down her warm flesh to take her exposed nipple in my mouth. Both of us were kissing her as we approached Aaron’s floor, and despite the fact that they’d shared Liona before at the party in London, the way Aaron seemed happy to go Dutch on Hayley made me feel certain he wasn’t in love with her.
Up in the suite, Aaron and I were sweeping our hands all over Hayley’s body, and her hands reached down to feel out the growing bulges in our pants.
Hayley’s black dress was such a tiny piece of material, but it almost seemed like a crop-top as our hands dragged it up exposing her thighs, her hips and her stomach, while the straps fell off her shoulders. Aaron’s hand made its way into her pink panties as mine cupped and fondled her breasts.
“She’s a bad girl, this one,” said Aaron.
“I can see that,” I said.
Hayley just smiled, content. Her hands had managed to unfasten both of our pants in next to no time, and suddenly she had two bare cocks in her grip on either side of her. She held us both, pumping our shafts a while, before slumping to her knees to take my cock in her mouth, followed not too long after by Aaron’s.
She seemed to enjoy having two cocks at her beck and call, reveling in the depravity of it—and I felt her excitement, just as I felt the excitement from going against that societal taboo: the promiscuous woman. I gently held her head as she sucked on me—but then I kept my hold as she stretched her lips around him. It seemed so wrong, so dirty.
After a while, Aaron urged her up, so we could decamp onto the nearest couch. Hayley lay over my lap, her fingers curling around my shaft to bring it back into her mouth. Aaron sat by her hips, lifting her leg and pulling aside her panties to press his hand over her bare pussy, circling her clit with a thumb as she sucked on me.
She was already moaning and panting a little as he slid two fingers inside her, finding it difficult to concentrate on going down on me. She could only pump me with her hand, and look down at what Aaron was doing, occasionally slipping my tip back in her mouth.
“Isn’t she the hottest thing you ever saw?” he said to me, urging her up, now, to turn around and kneel on all fours on the couch between us.
“Uh-huh,” I said.
“If I was the marrying sort, I’d probably want to pop the question,” he said, and I felt a little shaken by it, to be honest.
“You’re not though, are you?” I asked him as he appeared to be lining up to enter her from behind.
“I have three ex-wives,” he grinned. “I pretty much proved I can’t do it. Don’t need to do it again.”
Hayley held onto my hard cock, and released a long sigh as Aaron slowly penetrated her, that huge beast stretching her as he slid inside.
“Hayley’s okay with it,” he told me. “Aren’t you, sugar?”
But Hayley was too focused on taking that great thing inside her to reply.
“She has a husband somewhere, anyway. And I think she’s still got a soft spot for him,” Aaron said as he slowly began to fuck her.
Hayley looked up at me now, and smiled warmly. Then she took my cock in her mouth, moaning as she sucked on me, with two hard cocks inside her at the same time.
I pulled off my shirt and held gently onto Hayley’s head as she sucked on me. Aaron led the movement, however, driving her whole body so that she bobbed up and down on my cock.
He’d be okay when it came time for Hayley to move on, I figured. There was no need to feel sorry for him.
Here, he was perfectly happy to pull out of the beautiful blonde, and have me sit on the sofa so she could straddle my lap, and take my cock inside her pussy. As I’d suspected before, her pussy felt a little different than normal after having Aaron inside her for the last few weeks.
I held onto her hips as she bounced on my lap, watching as Aaron stood to offer the tip of his cock to her mouth, which she eagerly accepted.
After a while, we moved into the bedroom, the two of us continuing to share my wife. I came twice,
and each time was able to recover quickly just from the unbelievably arousing stimulus that I was sharing Hayley with another man. Aaron held out with his legendary stamina, but Hayley was rubbing his precome into her skin as much as my come.
I didn’t count how many times Hayley came.
Neither of us were squeamish about the presence of another man—it was a sweaty, sticky affair, but it was just sex, just three bodies coming together, two men playing one woman like a beautiful musical instrument.
Finally, he came deep inside her pussy while I managed an improbable third climax, pumping a small amount of cream in Hayley’s mouth.
“You should probably go back down to Liona,” my wife said to me as we finally came to a halt.
I agreed, and called time on our little threesome, Aaron saluting me as I made me way out. Liona was pleased to see me, though I could only use my mouth to give her something of the pleasure she’d missed out on thanks to her phone calls.
“So you have it all sorted then?” I asked her. “Hayley’s going to star in that movie with Oliver Harwood?”
She smiled down at me as I feasted on her sweet little pussy. “Uh-huh,” she said. “And I have no doubt they’re going to get on like a house on fire.”
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Author's Note
This story was the result of various conversations with my fellow author Kenny Wright, whose suggestions and feedback have proven invaluable. Kenny also edited this one, so many thanks to him, the story would be vastly inferior without his help.
I'd also like to thank my beta readers Ian, Anjali and Chris for their help in ironing out the final kinks.
As ever, I have to thank my beautiful wife for her unwavering support.
And finally, many, many thanks to you, the reader, for taking the time. I hope you've enjoyed the story. All being well, there should be a sequel coming along later this fall, and if the inspiration continues, possibly a number of sequels.
- Max Sebastian,
London, September 3, 2015
Also by Max Sebastian:
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Natasha doesn’t want a divorce, she doesn’t want to hurt her loving husband‚ but she just can’t suppress the powerful feelings inside her. One way or another, this is going to change their lives forever.
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