She's a Star (a Hollywood Hotwife story) (21 page)

“No,” I said. “You’re mine now.”

My hands dropped over the smooth velvet of her stomach, delving down into the vale of her womanhood, and Hayley looked up at me with uncertainty and warning in her eyes.

“I should freshen up,” she pleaded, but I shook my head.

My hand covering her mound, my middle finger traced along her hot slit, feeling out how unbelievably wet she was. Soaking, from a night of serious physical exertion in the arms of another man.

She moaned as my digit sank inside her, feeling her tightness, and she kissed me as I stroked her inner walls, amazed that I wasn’t the first man to touch her there that night.

Someone else’s cock had been here. Someone else had come inside her.

I could not fully understand why it so turned me on, but it did. It drove me wild. It sent an electric current through me, stirring up my manhood, my aggression.

This was new: I’d never been an angry lover, never been an aggressive lover, never been a dominant man. Now, though, I sucked on her mouth and fucked my wife with my finger, forcefully, making her moan and writhe against me as I did so. She didn’t object.

I felt such a hunger for her, I felt the need to punish her for her infidelity and yet reward her for her boldness, for unbridling her sexuality, for being so damn sexy.

Her hand grabbed me, urging me to continue, though I now wanted more. For a moment, I allowed her to masturbate using my finger, though I turned her so that I could hold her from behind, reaching around to penetrate her more easily, and nudge her clit to drawn out long groans of ecstasy.

But I felt adamantly that she was mine now, that I had to take possession of her, I had to do as I pleased with her, not as she pleased.

I knelt down on the floor.

“Tell me how it was for you,” I said, gazing up at the red rosy lips of her wet sex, shocked and brutally aroused by the sheen of moisture over the smooth skin all around the open petals of her flower.

Her scent was powerful and intoxicating.

She was hesitant as I kissed my way up her thigh, clearly concerned about letting me close to her sex. But I looked up at her and the stern look I gave her made it clear that I was taking my fill of her as I wanted to, she did not get a say.

That seemed to help her relax. She even offered me a sweet smile, one that suggested she was happy I had become possessive all of a sudden, pleased that I wanted her so much I was going to take the lead.

She lifted her leg as I kissed my way along to the swollen lips of her beautiful pussy, resting her foot on the chair beside the front door.

So stunning, I felt like I’d never really looked at her pussy before, not properly. And here it was, stretched, filled, used by another man. Freshly fucked.

“Tell me,” I insisted. “Tell me everything.”

She gasped as my hot mouth touched down on her pussy, my nose crushing against her clit, my tongue slipping out of my lips to taste her tangy nectar.

She didn’t stop me, her hand on my head encouraging me, not pushing me away. I loved how she gasped, panted as I devoured her, but I needed her to open up, to reveal everything that had happened to her. So I slowed my pace, broke from her, lapped gently and nudged my nose and lips against her, sucking on her lips rather than furiously feasting on her gloriously adulterous pussy.

There was time for more later.

“Okay. So what about the premiere?” I asked. I urged her down, so she could kneel on the floor. I got between her thighs, sampling her sweet pussy again. She could rest her weight on me as I licked her, relaxing a little more, so she could talk freely.

“It was amazing—so much light and so many people. There were people everywhere, and they all wanted to see me with Aaron,” she said, starting a little nervously, her voice a little croaky.

She cleared her throat.

“And all night, we were just holding each other, and kissing each other, and it was really nice.”

It was so sexy looking up at her from between her thighs. All those curves, the gentle peaks of her breasts and those prominent nipples as hard as I’d ever seen them.

“Then there were all the parties, and I guess around midnight we had some food somewhere—it’s a bit of a blur, really. I guess I had quite a bit of tequila...and yeah, there was a lot of dancing, holding each other close....”

“You were out all night,” I said with my mouth full. “I thought you’d be all finished and asleep by the time I got in from the airport.”

“We just didn’t want it to end,” she grinned. “The whole thing just gave us this massive buzz—kept us going all night.”

Supporting herself with her hands on my chest, leaning back to do so, Hayley was nevertheless able to peer down at me, watching me lap at her slippery lips, fascinated by this strange new hunger in her husband.

I wanted to hear about her great experience, even if it seemed anathema to how a husband should act over my wife’s infidelity.

As though to assert my contentedness, I gripped her behind firmly, pulled her down on me.

“I guess it was when we were dancing I start getting a little more…forward,” she said.

“What happened?”

She moaned, and I loved that she was moving her hips gently over me, getting into this. “I guess we were both a little tipsy. He was telling me how nice I looked....”

“I bet he was.” I moaned a little at the way she was fucking my mouth, carefully but increasingly forcefully, her fingers affectionately running through my hair, stroking me, loving my attention as she began to get accustomed to this strange position sitting over her husband’s face.

“…and how wild I’ve been driving him by playing hard-to-get, you know, wanting this whole affair to be fake….”

“And did anything happen before you got back to the hotel room?”

She edged back from my mouth, looking down into my eyes to try to gauge my feelings about all this, to ascertain whether I was, in fact, capable of hearing more about this wicked thing she had done.

I was more than ready, but she slipped down my body to straddle my hips, lusting after my hardness, wanting to feel it between her legs, as the ultimate confirmation that this was turning me on.

She said, “We were pressing against each other while we danced—and I could feel him so hard against me. He wanted to go somewhere, just for a little while, but I told him not until we got back to the hotel. I think he took that as a promise, it kept him going all night.”

I laughed, but then let out a deep groan as Hayley settled down on top of my cock, so that I wasn’t inside her, but my full length lined up along her wet slit, and she could rock her hips to slide up and down, her wet lips pressing her heat against the topside of my shaft.

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.