She's a Star (a Hollywood Hotwife story) (5 page)

After that, she seemed a little more level-headed as she moved to kneel in front of me and take my hard cock in her mouth.

“You do know it’s just acting, though, right?” she said, suddenly taking my spiraling imagination down a peg or two.

“Of course.”

“I wouldn’t really do anything with him that’s not acting for the movie.”

“Okay….” I said, groaning as she sucked on me. “But…if you did want to…have a little fun…you know it would be okay, right?”

She flashed her eyes at me. “You are a pervert,” she said with a grin, and dropped back down on my shaft. She almost seemed to be worshipping my cock as she bobbed up and down on it, one hand stroking and pumping the base of my shaft. Proving herself to me in the face of suggestions that she might be interested in a certain movie star.

I lay back on the couch as she climbed onto my lap, guiding my stiff cock to her sweltering entrance. I held her tight and we both began to move our hips, and the strange sense of hope that I would get to appreciate the infidelity of my gorgeous wife melded into the equally surreal realization that I was, effectively, now making love to a movie star.

A movie star I was almost certain that Hollywood legend Aaron Simpson was keen on dating.

Chapter Four

There seemed a huge amount of waiting for Hayley to get through before things really started up in earnest for the shooting of the movie.

She quit her waitressing job, of course, partly since her first payment from the movie made any efforts dispensed on tending to restaurant tables meaningless. Though we knew she wouldn’t be paid anywhere near as much as her co-star in this production, the sum touted by Liona made even my salary as a lawyer seem paltry.

Back then, Hayley could still make the most of her lack of fame, heading down to the beach most afternoons to take in the rays and cool off in the surf. She also took it upon herself to lead the search for our next house. We were taking a conservative view on how successful her movie career would be, but even the pay packet from her first major project would be enough to allow us a considerable upgrade from the little starter home in Redondo Beach. We weren’t looking for the kind of Malibu mansions that Aaron Simpson called home, but we’d get somewhere with a little more floor space, and a decent-sized pool out back.

It was like a school’s summer vacation, when days seemed to stretch out and take weeks to get through. I even eased back on my workload, so that I might spend more time with my wife before the inevitable traveling took its toll on our time together. The movie would eventually break out of the studio to shoot in various external scenes as far afield as Europe and South-East Asia. There could be weeks at a time when I wouldn’t see her, so I soaked up all the time I could.

There was the occasional commitment—the movie sent a personal trainer to our house for an hour a day to help her prepare for the action components of the role, for example. There were occasional visits from Liona, or associate producers from the movie. There were script readings with the other stars now and then—some with Aaron himself—as they all made sure their dialog was locked down before there was any danger of facing a camera.

There were also wardrobe fittings every now and again to help break up the monotony.

The most exciting occasions, however, were when Hayley met up with Aaron himself. It happened three times during that pre-production process, initially for lunch, the second time for dinner, and the third time for a reading of the script together before a night out.

Each time, we treated it as just another business meeting, and each time it happened Hayley reported back how professional he was, how pleasant it was spending time with him, but that his interest was purely to engage with her creatively regarding their movie project.

Each time, though, I felt flickers of excitement watching her getting ready for her meetings with him, and I noticed that in each subsequent meeting with Aaron Simpson, Hayley’s clothing choice became tighter, shorter, more revealing, and more enticing for the male gaze.

Then suddenly, as the long vacation was coming to a close, there was a flurry of activity, and after all those weeks of Hayley having little or nothing to do, she was suddenly caught up in a maelstrom of hustle and bustle.

And suddenly, my time with her was very limited.

*

At first, though, things didn’t click with Aaron Simpson as filming got underway.

Hayley came home in a terrible mood—frightened, it seemed to me, of getting kicked off the movie. I didn’t want to pry too much, didn’t want to pile any pressure on her shoulders, though I tried to give her the space to talk to me if she needed to.

It took a long while—and half a bottle of wine a-piece—before I finally got her to open up.

“I don’t know what it is—it’s just really awkward between us,” she told me.

“You like him?”

“Sure, he’s a really nice guy. Really professional.”

“Good looking?”

“Sure.”

“So what’s the problem?”

She sighed. “I don’t know. We’re supposed to be passionate lovers—but I…I just freeze up, and then it’s…it’s really awkward.”

“So ask him out for dinner,” I suggested. “Get to know him a little more away from the movie.”

“What, just me and him?”

“You just need to break the ice a little.”

“What if he thinks it’s a date?”

I shrugged, but something in that idea made my blood start flowing faster. “Let him think that if he wants,” I said, but my mouth suddenly felt terribly dry. “If it gets the chemistry going between you two.”

She gave me a little look, that look of incomprehension at why I would volunteer my own wife for a date with a Hollywood superstar.

“And you’d be okay with that? Me going on some kind of date with my co-star?”

I nodded, tried to act calm though the butterflies were starting up in my stomach. “What’s the problem? I trust you.”

“Well okay…but if he thinks he’s getting something out of me that he’s plainly not…that might spoil things between us, don’t you think?”

“So string it out—flirt with him, tease him, but delay any actual rejection of him until…well, until you need to.”

The next night after the cameras stopped rolling, she’d done exactly what I’d suggested—asking her co-star out for a nice meal to try to get to know him. What should have been a fairly ordinary business meeting for my wife took on a whole different level of importance for me, because of the way she’d described it as a “date”. I knew there were different meanings for that word, different levels of emphasis. For one person “date” could be simply a night out in the company with anyone. For another person it was another way of saying “sex”.

That evening I sat at home trembling a little, one moment scared that I was going to lose my sweet wife to this legend of a co-star of hers—that he would prove a little too seductive for her with the implied suggestion that being with him instead of me might help her career—and the next moment hoping desperately that some spark might ignite between the two, with Hayley coming back to me with a confession about some small indiscretion, and even a request to take her new relationship a little further.

I found myself going online, suddenly concerned that I might be displaying symptoms of some kind of mental illness, which might end up ruining my marriage. And naturally the way the Internet works, my searches tended to bring up pornography, or erotic literature, which only strengthened the strange desire I was experiencing for my wife to sleep with another man. After a little more investigation, I was actually reassured that there had to be a significant number of other men out there with the fantasy of seeing their wives breaking their marital vows.

I also found true-life stories of men who had allowed their wives to see other people, which both opened my eyes to how powerful an experience it could be, as well as to the warnings of this wife-sharing fetish getting out of control, and leading to the end of marriages.

When Hayley came home to report that nothing had happened, that her date had been “a complete gentleman”, I had felt disappointment. But she did reveal that her co-star seemed under the impression that she was attempting to seduce him—and that he was obviously open to such an approach, though he was reluctant to make a fool out of himself.

“He suggested dinner again on Thursday night,” she said, and the flames of hope reignited inside me.

“That’s great!”

“I feel like a bit of a fraud.”

“Why? It’s just a date, he knows it doesn’t guarantee anything.”

She shrugged. “I’m stringing him along, though, aren’t I?”

“You’re an actress working on her craft. It’s no worse than method acting.”

Thursday night came, and I waited dutifully for her at home, wondering if I ought to have gone out to try to check up on her, to monitor her dinner with Aaron Simpson, to see for myself how it was going. I’m sure Hayley would have told me where they were going if I’d asked. Yet at the same time, I didn’t want to appear creepy. I wanted her to see the act of dating another guy as being nothing too extraordinary.

I waited, and reflected on the danger that this odd fantasy of mine might push Hayley to do something she didn’t really want to do, and damage our bond in the process. So I let it go, I didn’t press her. She came home feeling quietly pleased with herself, telling me that once again, it had been a nice dinner, but the flirting had remained courteous, the two of them aware they had to work with each other closely, both wary of doing anything to spoil things.

“But I do think he thinks I’m just desperate to sleep with him,” she grinned mischievously. “That maybe when the movie is finally in the can, something might actually happen.”

“Well that’s probably a good thing, right?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, and I could see in her eyes a little glimmer of excitement that she was obviously able to attract such a man as Aaron Simpson. That excitement had the knock-on effect of stirring me, too.

*

A few days later, Hayley texted me from the movie set to ask if it was okay for her to go on another date with Aaron, and that set me buzzing. Once again, it was the word ‘date’ that set my heart rate racing. She wasn’t just hanging out with her co-star, checking out some hot new restaurant somewhere—she was dating him.

I spent another strange evening on my own, waiting for her to come back to me, wondering if she might stay out all night.

She came home after midnight, buzzing and tipsy.

“There was somebody from the New York Times on set!” she said, out of breath despite having taken a taxi back home.

She jumped on me as I lay on the bed, and kissed me ferociously.

“They interviewed me—said they’re doing a profile on me since I’m an up-and-coming actress.”

“That’s wonderful, honey!” I said, though the throbbing part of me between my thighs only wanted to hear what had happened on her date that evening.

“The director was saying how good I’ve been in the part, and how the chemistry I have with Aaron is so incredible….”

“Fantastic!”

Then she pulled away from me, her energy falling flat. “I kissed him,” she said.

I felt a jolt of energy surge through my chest. “You kissed him?”

She climbed off the bed, and I could see she was nervous. “I…I had a few drinks…we were both so over-the-moon about the Times interview…and I mentioned how we were going to have to kiss a few times in the scenes we’re about to shoot….”

“So, what, you were practicing a little?”

She nodded. “It just didn’t…quite seem like practicing.”

She was leaning back against the window sill now, as though she needed distance between us, anxious at how I would react to her full confession. “I don’t know….” she said. “I guess he thought it was the next step for us…and we’ll be shipping out to Europe in a couple weeks, so we won’t be able to do much…are you angry with me?”

I wasn’t angry, I was elated. But how could I tell her without making Hayley perceive me as some kind of freak. “Of course not,” I said. “It was me that told you to date him in the first place, right?”

“You did.”

“I knew there was a risk something might happen,” I said. “But I trust you, so….”

“You trust me? But I kissed him!”

“It’s just a kiss. And Jesus, you’re going to do more than that with him when you start shooting love scenes, right?” I felt it was my fantasy talking now, persuading us both that this was all great, that there could be no better conclusion that Hayley tumbling between the sheets with this Hollywood veteran. “This is just a work thing,” I added.

“You’re not insane with jealousy?” Hayley said, standing up, taking a couple of steps over to the full-length mirror in the corner of our bedroom.

“Should I be?” I asked her. “You’re not interested in him, are you? You don’t actually want to sleep with him.”

“I’m a married woman.”

“And even if you did, you wouldn’t want to leave me for him?”