“…And Hayley was seen without her wedding ring—a sure sign her marriage is heading for the rocks!” the article helpfully blurted out.
There was an image showing the front page of the Us Weekly print magazine—dated the following day—which was dominated by a picture of Aaron and Hayley together while they were at the movie premiere. A smaller picture inset on the page showed Hayley and Aaron at the restaurant where they were having lunch earlier that day, and sure enough they were holding each other and kissing fairly plainly for all to see.
The magazine’s cover line screamed out in bold yellow lettering: “Aaron Finds Love With Beautiful Co-Star!” and beneath it came the explanation: “Hollywood stud in steamy affair with his MARRIED co-star—and he just can’t get enough of her!”
There really were precious few details other than Hayley’s age, 29, and Aaron’s age, 41, the fact that they’d just starred in a “steamy” prison drama together that was about to hit the theaters—and the invitation to pick up a copy of the latest issue of Us Weekly magazine on the newsstands the following day.
I glanced around my desk to make sure no one was looking my way, and for a moment or two just gazed at the picture of my wife in the arms of another man. They did look good together—and it wasn’t just the fact that they were both very good-looking members of humanity. They really seemed to have chemistry.
It was fully believable in that picture that my wife was having an affair with her co-star.
I closed the article, but then set up a personal Google News alert to let me know when any more news stories about Hayley and Aaron came out online.
I was shaking a little as I left the office and drove up to the hotel. I couldn’t get that image out of my head, even though it was supposed to have been faked for the benefit of this new marketing campaign. Hayley really did look happy fooling around with her co-star. Like she’d now made it, and everyone would soon know how talented and how beautiful she was—and she was getting to hang out with a man she’d fantasized about since she was a teenager, a man who we knew probably wanted to embark on an actual affair with her.
In that photo, she was lapping up the adulation of her former pin-up, and secretly, the adoration of the world at large.
On the way home, my cell phone went a little crazy with all the emails coming in from Google News. I didn’t glance at any of the headlines until I was safely stopped and parked, but I knew what they were about. The “secret affair” had gone viral, and the world was lapping it up.
When I got to the hotel, there were photographers waiting outside the entrance. They took a few shots of my car as I drove down the ramp to the parking lot. Jesus.
My heart was thumping in the elevator up to our suite. Inside, there was Hayley, lounging on the massive bed in our suite, a smile plastered all over her face as she flicked through the gossip TV shows. They all seemed to be featuring that Us Weekly cover and the single paparazzi shot the magazine had so far released.
“Can you believe it?” she beamed as she saw me, and leapt up to greet me. “Everyone thinks I’m dating Aaron Simpson!”
“So how did it go?” I asked as she flung her arms around me and kissed me.
“Great—he’s such a sweetheart,” she said. I noticed that she was wearing her wedding ring, whatever had been the case during her lunch meeting. “I can’t believe someone like that really…well, wants me.”
“You know? I can believe it.”
“It’s all happening so fast.”
“So you guys had a nice lunch together?”
“Yeah. It’s a nice place. We mostly talked about how it was going to be, and he was telling me how to deal with, you know, the whole media circus.”
“That’s nice of him.”
She smiled. “He said we’d have to do a certain amount of stuff to maintain the whole charade, and I guess we do have to make it seem real.”
I looked her in the eye and said earnestly, “You do what you need to do with him, sweetie, as long as you come back to me afterward. You know that.”
She gave an appreciative nod. “I’m not going to sleep with him,” she insisted. “But I might have to do whatever it takes so we seem like a real couple.”
“You kissed him today. You enjoyed it?”
“It was just acting.”
“You can still enjoy it,” I insisted.
She gave me a guilty smile, hinting that she had enjoyed it, that there was nothing she could do to avoid enjoying it, whether it was acting or not.
“You just need to have some fun with him,” I suggested, and could feel my cock growing hard at the thought of allowing Hayley to play lovebirds with another man, even if she wasn’t going to take it all the way.
She kissed me, showing gratitude as well as affection. “He’s so down-to-earth, sweetie. You’d like him if you really got to know him.”
“I suppose that’s a little out of the question now that I’m playing the part of the spurned husband,” I joked. Still, my head was spinning from it all.
There was a bleep-bleep as Hayley received a text message. She pulled it out to show me that it was from none other than Aaron Simpson:
>You were absolutely adorable today. I can’t wait to spend more time with you. xx
I couldn’t deny that there was a little pang of jealousy to see the kisses he left at the end of his text message to her. But I could see how it made Hayley feel, and the whole sense that she was going on a wonderful thrill ride was somewhat intoxicating to me.
“You are okay with all this, aren’t you?” she said.
“Of course,” I replied. “This is all about your career now. You’ve got to go for it, I understand that.”
She gave me a glance that featured some trepidation, even pity. “The whole world’s going to think I don’t really love you, that I don’t really want you any more.”
I shrugged. “What does the world matter? We’ll get through this…you’ll have a little fun…the movie opens this weekend… and then we’ll move on to the next thing.”
*
Lying in bed that night, unable to sleep for everything that was going through my mind, I found myself thinking about how it had felt when Hayley and I had started dating in New York, back when she’d still been a college girl and I’d been a young law school graduate.
I remembered how long it had taken for us to get from the kind of dates that could have been enjoyed by fully platonic friends, to the first time we’d actually made love.
I’d gone along with her pace, never wanting to force her to go further than she was comfortable with going. And she didn’t ever make it seem like she was rejecting my advances, but somehow it took us a while to get to that first kiss. And from that first kiss, it was a couple of months before I first took off her bra, and saw those beautiful breasts of hers, before I kissed my way down her shapely stomach, and she reached down to pop the fly on her jeans.
I remembered how nervous and yet excited we both seemed as I’d first seen her in her panties, then removed them to kiss my way up her bare legs for my first taste of her womanhood.
The giddy feelings we’d both shared during those early explorations, the intense arousal as we’d taken each next step—it had all settled down as familiarity had crept in, as we both knew we could just quickly strip down and take each other every time we felt like it, sex still seeming enjoyable, but not that out-and-out incredible experience.
But now, I felt certain that my beautiful wife would get to experience those giddy feelings again, and this time with a stranger she’d been dreaming about since she dreamt about any men.
The night after I learned that the world was about to know of her adultery, I perceived that giddy energy about her again, the exhilaration from the start of a new relationship. Though I wasn’t experiencing that directly myself, the way it presented in Hayley made me feel as near enough to it as I could have, without cheating on my wife.
It hadn’t been long before she’d discovered how hard I wa
s simply to perceive her like that, all flushed and smiley. She ended up taking me in her mouth as I watched the TV anchorwoman posing as many questions as she could about what was going on between Hayley Martin and Aaron Simpson.
And seeing that one image of Hayley in passionate embrace with another man, seeing that she looked exactly as I’d remembered her from the time we’d only been as far as the kissing stage, I found myself wondering how long my cute redhead of a wife would be able to hold out before all that kissing with Aaron would lead to her allowing him to fondle her breasts, and to pressing his hard cock against her body, and to pulling off her top and her bra. To going all the way.
*
In the morning, there was breaking news that Hayley Martin’s poor husband had swooped into the hotel in a desperate attempt to win her back, or save the marriage, or denounce her as an evil whore, depending on which news organization you believed.
In reality, Hayley and I lounged in bed, called our parents to assure them that all the hubbub was just a great fiction designed to market the movie, but that they shouldn’t tell anyone. We instructed them to just avoid any questions if they came up, until things were eventually straightened out as the movie publicity tour came to a close.
It was hard to lay it all on our parents, that was true enough, and we both regretted not talking it through with them before it all started—but really, it had gotten going so fast.
At work, I felt a mass of consolatory glances from co-workers, and had the “David, are you okay? Do you need to take some time?” concerned question from my boss. I just nodded and dismissed any worries headed my way—how could I tell them it was just marketing fluff?
Of course deep down, I did actually like the idea of Hayley having an affair with her co-star, but the publicity that surrounded their fake affair was wincingly oppressive. At the end of the day, it was a little difficult for me to get any work done just from the attention it sent my way—I ended up taking my boss’s offer of a little time off work.
The media strategy governing Hayley’s affair with Aaron started out based around that one series of photos exclusively sold to Us Weekly, accompanied by a series of official denials from both sides that anything was happening beyond a friendly meeting between co-stars about to embark on a world tour to publicize their new movie. Of course, there were “friends” and “sources close to” both Hayley and Aaron—who as far as I could tell were probably Liona and Jake, and their equivalents on Aaron’s side—dropping little confirmations to the media that Aaron was “besotted” with Hayley and that Hayley was “desperately in love” with Aaron while having to deal with the little complication in the form of her marriage.
Frankly, I was shocked how everything developed so quickly. Aaron Simpson was a huge star, that was true. And the world couldn’t get enough of Hayley’s beauty and grace.
It was quite intrusive how the photographers lined up outside our hotel, and then outside the next one when we moved in an attempt to throw them off the scent. I couldn’t go to work without being followed, though in those few weeks there was only so much interest the media had in the unfortunate wretch who was married to the gorgeous Hayley Martin now that she was an item with Aaron Simpson.
While the official teams continued to deny there was any link between the two lovebirds other than their roles in the movie, I watched my wife sprucing herself up before more “secret” meetings with him—some of which would be noticed by the paparazzi, but some of which would actually be kept secret, so the two of them could help each other through this media frenzy.
And she might have insisted that it was strictly platonic between them, and that she had no intention of doing anything serious with him—despite what the media was saying—but I still watched Hayley choosing sexy underwear and short skirts for meetings with Aaron, and as she spent more and more time with him, I felt certain some connection was building between them.
At night, she’d show me the text messages they were sending back and forth with each other, and I have to admit Aaron was charming and certainly not pushing her into anything she didn’t want to do. He wasn’t in any kind of desperate rush to suggest their affair turn real.
But the way he constantly complimented her, and the way she responded, hinted at some kind of forbidden attraction, a desire that went beyond the agreed bounds, a secret wish to be together freed from the bonds of Hayley’s marriage.
And when she came back to me after meeting him, she always had that glow about her, that bubbly, giggly energy of a young woman in lust—and she was always wet and craving my hardness deep inside her.
Chapter Twelve
Hayley was in relatively close contact with Aaron most of the time, even while their affair was officially being denied by the studio, the stars and their representatives. The two of them were meeting up every day or two, starting out with a little celebration of the fact that their movie opened big, taking the number one spot for that weekend.
But there were secret romantic meals together, afternoons hanging out at Aaron’s mansion in Malibu, night-time visits to exclusive nightclubs where they could dance until the small hours, stirring the rumor mill all the time they were with each other. Then there were the official engagements, of course, the interviews and appearances scheduled to continue promoting the movie, including their Tonight Show appearance.
I was feeling a constant buzz from the sense that my wife was happy in this strange new arrangement, receiving all the benefits of a new relationship except for the sexual part. I was also happy that she was open with me about what was going on, including how much she was enjoying herself with Aaron—although she was still a little reluctant about detailing how she enjoyed kissing and cuddling with him when it was required.
I could even follow their text messages and email conversations if I wanted to, though for the most part in the early weeks they were little more than businesslike, setting up future meetings and activities where they might be “accidentally” seen together.
There was a while where I just left them to it—I was enjoying following their media coverage, which tapped into my fantasy of sharing Hayley with another man, despite it all being set up.
The “smitten couple” were jetting off to all kinds of romantic getaways, apparently, despite the fact that I knew they were both in LA, with Hayley perusing various scripts being sent her way, and Aaron working on various projects—including a potential sequel to the prison drama—in the final few days before the promotional tour around the world for the Prisoner’s Wife.
I even managed to get my head down and get on with some real progress in my work, which provided me with some distraction for a while as Hayley spent more and more time with her co-star instead of her husband.
Then two nights before they were due to fly out to London ahead of the UK premiere for Prisoner’s Wife, I came back to find Hayley packing a suitcase.
“He wants to take me on his private jet,” she said.
I scratched my head. “I thought you were all booked to fly out on Tuesday.”
“He wants to fly out tonight, and get the official confirmation out…about our relationship.”
“Okay….”
“It’ll give a little more time for the news to sink in before the UK premiere.” She looked at me as though I had to give her permission.
I chuckled. “You know it’s not up to me where you go with Aaron.”
“You should have some say,” she insisted. “I am still your wife.”
Standing there, I saw her packing underwear into the suitcase lying on the bed—and it wasn’t just ordinary underwear, but fairly expensive-looking lingerie. Jesus. When did she buy that? And why would she need such fancy lingerie if she was only faking her affair with Aaron Simpson?
My stomach felt as though it was being squeezed by a vice—and yet at the same time, my cock seemed to be thickening within my pants.
“You’re heading off right now?” I asked.
“In Aaron’s private jet,�
� she agreed.
“I thought we’d get to spend a little more time together….”
“I know. I wanted that too. But Aaron thinks it’ll be much easier to get out of LA before the announcement breaks, and he wants a little more time before the premiere. It’s going to be so intense.”
The whole worldwide promotional tour had crept up on me—I had been expecting a couple more days to get my head around it all, to cope with the idea of my wife being away from home again for so long, spending all that time with Aaron while the world believed they were a couple.
“Here, take this one….” I heard a familiar voice from the bathroom, and lo and behold, Liona emerged holding up a few scraps of crimson lace that just about took my breath away.
What was Hayley’s agent doing persuading her to take such scandalous underwear on her promotional tour with Aaron Simpson?
The sharp blonde stopped in her tracks, surprised at my arrival.
“Seriously?” I laughed, though the thought of Hayley wearing something like that got my blood pumping quickly.
Liona said to me, “There’s been a change in strategy.”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “I heard. You’re making the announcement tonight.”
The blonde handed her chosen lingerie to Hayley to pack into the suitcase. “That’s not all. There are rumors floating around that Aaron Simpson’s putting his feelers out for his next major project.”
I sighed, and slumped down in the armchair in the corner of the room to get out of the way of all the furious packing activities. “I thought he was up for a sequel to Prisoner’s Wife?”
Liona said, “Oh, he is. At least, we hope so. But we need to work on the assumption that there’s a danger he’ll decide to do something else instead.”
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