She's a Star (a Hollywood Hotwife story)

by Sebastian, Max

  I felt like testing Hayley a little more, so touched one of my hands down on Liona’s knee, then swept it slowly up her thigh, feeling the increasing heat of her body, the smoothness of her skin there, somewhat amazed that this wasn’t my wife I was touching.

  I moved my hand up her inner thigh, under her dress but not quite up to her panties. I heard Hayley catch her breath, but my wife wasn’t stopping us.

  Liona’s hand skirted down over my chest, and gently danced over my lap, seeking out the bulge in my pants. Her fingers lightly outlined the shape of it, and then curled around it, grabbing it, squeezing it, stroking it.

  We broke apart, a little breathless, Liona’s pretty blue eyes wide, her cheeks pink. She said, “So you’re really going to let me have some of this?”

  Hayley seemed to have edged back along the couch some way, giving us more space, though she was watching intently. She said, in barely more than a whisper, “I think I have to.”

  Liona sat up, then leaned over to unfasten my fly. She pulled open my pants, and then slipped her hand under my boxer shorts, those delicate fingers of hers curling around my bare shaft.

  She leaned in to kiss me again as she stroked my bare cock, her mouth so soft, so sweet. Still, no objections form Hayley.

  Liona broke from our kiss to gaze down at my cock in her hand, and to glance at Hayley. Then we were kissing again, until she finally parted, breathless, and said, “I want it in my mouth.”

  I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me, or to my wife. I know neither of us stopped her.

  She leaned back, brushed her hair out of her face, and over her shoulders, then put her hand back on my hardness, stroking it, teasing it, drawing it slowly out into the open air.

  I looked over at Hayley, and saw her perched on the furthest edge of the other couch, one hand slipped between her thighs as she watched us. She smiled at me, reassuring, understanding, excited. Then she blew me a kiss.

  Liona pulled my pants down a little more, my cock springing completely free and clear. I slipped the straps of her dress off over her shoulders, but before I could push it down to reveal her breasts, the blonde moved to kneel on the couch, her head sinking down so she could lick the head of my cock. A moment later, I was inside her mouth.

  Oh God. It felt incredible. To have one beautiful woman suck on my cock, while another watched and touched herself heightened the experience even more. I could look over at my sweet wife, and really know she was feeling similar things I had felt watching her with Aaron.

  Liona lay in my lap a few moments, her golden hair spreading over my body, gazing at my cock, pumping it slowly, licking it from base to tip. I stroked her silky hair. Then she was back to sucking on me, sinking down on my shaft, bobbing up and down to her heart’s content.

  Feeling a little bolder, I allowed one of my hands to wander over her body, taking in the sensual dip of her lower back under that dress, and the pleasing roundness of her behind, then the soft smooth flesh of her thigh. Hayley was relishing every moment, focused on what Liona was doing with me, her breathing deep and heavy as she moved that hand between her thighs.

  My own hand found its way between Liona’s thighs, and up to the source of her heat. I pressed two fingers against her sex, and found her panties soaking already. She moaned as I stroked her there, through the saturated lacy material.

  She moved so I couldn’t reach her any longer. She knelt down on the floor in front of me to lick me so that she could look up at the response on my face as she did so. She took great delight in making me moan, in going down perilously deep on my shaft, in showing me as much of her tongue as she could as she licked around my tip, in emphasizing just how wicked she was by stroking the head of my cock over her soft cheeks, down her neck, in her long, silky hair.

  God, I was so close to blowing in her mouth.

  For a long while, I was looking down at Liona, marveling at how beautiful she was, and that she was actually sucking on my cock, and there was no guilt despite the fact she wasn’t my wife. The two of us were locked in a kind of zone all to ourselves, I don’t know how long.

  I looked up when I saw movement: Aaron returning to the balcony. His eyes widened as he saw what Liona was up to, and then he saw Hayley watching, and his look of surprise turned into a sly smile.

  “Well, aren’t you the kinky one, babe?” he said, sidling up to his new lover, pulling her into a kiss.

  After a brief taste of her lips, he said, “I love it—who knew you had such a naughty streak?”

  I felt a ripple of jealousy within my heightened state of arousal as he tore open Hayley’s dress and pushed down her bra, his hands sprawling all over her as he kissed her hungrily. I watched Hayley tear off his shirt, revealing that toned upper body, and my jealousy surged again as she stroked the impressive bulge in his pants.

  I didn’t even need to look down to see that Liona had stopped in her tracks, turning to gaze on the strange sight of a movie coming true in front of her very eyes. This was Prisoner’s Wife made real. Liona’s jaw dropped as she watched them.

  An idea struck me, and stuck fast in my head. I urged Liona up from the floor, and signaled for her to go over to them. The sharp blonde was puzzled by my suggestion, and froze, unsure of what to do. I leaned forward, and urged her down for a brief kiss, then said quietly: “Let me watch you with them.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  I could see a little glint of desire in her eye, but she looked uncertain, almost timid. Unsure whether she really had the status to approach two Hollywood stars. She went over there, a nervous little rabbit, but she needn’t have worried.

  Hayley broke apart from Aaron with a beaming smile as Liona came to them. Aaron didn’t even miss a beat as he turned to her, cradling her head in his hands as he kissed her. He looked a little surprised, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

  Liona’s hand strayed all over his ripped body as she kissed him tenderly. Hayley was stroking his hardness through his pants, and looked briefly over to me as I found a seat from which to watch them.

  I smiled at her, a voyeur at heart.

  But really, I wanted to see my wife give up her new lover to this other woman before I was willing to risk how Hayley might feel about me having sex with Liona. If she could handle Aaron being with her, I would feel more confident she could handle Liona being with me.

  Aaron turned to kiss Hayley, before leaning back to bring the two blondes together. Hayley hesitated for only a fraction of a second before going with it. I’d never seen my wife kiss another woman. I wasn’t sure she was into that—but as I watched her slide her tongue along Liona’s, their mouths opening for a deep, passionate kiss, she seemed relaxed enough.

  It was Liona who unfastened Aaron’s pants, and pulled out his large, rock-hard cock, to gently stroke it in her hands as he kissed her again, Hayley looking on. For a while, she just explored it with her hands—not quite believing its size, wondering whether it would fit inside her. I felt a flicker of envy, and the thought that I could have been inside Liona in that very moment had I kept her to myself.

  I liked watching them, though. I’d never been with more than one woman at a time, I was curious. And it was like directing a dirty movie starring my two favorite sexy women in the world.

  Aaron perched on the sofa, Hayley kneeling beside him as he kissed Liona long and slow. As Liona slowly pumped his shaft in her hand, he turned to offer the same slow kiss to Hayley, his hand forcing down her panties, then slipping in between her thighs.

  “You are a bad girl,” he said to Liona. “I thought you were with David, here?”

  She grinned. “I am. But he’s very unselfish.”

  Aaron looked over at me watching them, and I smiled my approval. He was completely unselfconscious. I guess when you were equipped as he was, you had nothing to be bashful about—and Aaron had bared himself before countless cinema audiences in his time, of course.

  He saluted me with a grin, and went back to kissing his
two lovers, alternating between them as they grappled with his huge cock.

  “Shall we take this indoors?” Hayley said after a while, and Liona followed her lead, the two women grabbing Aaron by the hand to drag him away, back into the suite. I followed them to the bedroom, thankful that we were now completely alone in this suite.

  The suite and its colossal bed.

  I quietly leaned in the doorway as I watched Hayley removing her dress, and Liona remove Aaron’s pants. Then my beautiful wife lay on the bed, the world’s most famous man kneeling over her head, stroking his large cock all over her face. Liona knelt down to face Aaron, taking the tip of his cock in her mouth as Hayley licked the base of his shaft.

  There was an armchair almost perfectly positioned for me to sit and watch as the two gorgeous women shared the same cock. The two of them were almost kissing each other, except that the bulbous head of Aaron’s manhood lay between them.

  I don’t think I would have held out long had I been the one who was the focus of such a sustained oral assault from these two stunning blondes. Aaron held out, but ultimately pulled away from them in order to prolong his enjoyment of them. The women gave way for him to lie there on his back, Hayley removing the rest of her clothes as Liona moved to kiss him.

  Aaron had other ideas for Liona, however, and urged her up onto his face while Hayley settled between his thighs to enjoy a taste of his cock by herself. Liona lifted a knee over him, and settled in place facing Hayley. She pulled aside her panties as she touched her pussy down on his mouth. I could see that Liona’s sweet pussy was as free of hair as Hayley’s. It made my mouth water.

  I think this was my go-to sexual fantasy when I was a teenager, and probably through to the early stages of college, before my desire to share Hayley started to consume my waking thoughts. It didn’t seem real—and yet here it was, two women making love to one guy.

  Not for the first time, I envied Aaron Simpson.

  Liona was moaning as she slowly grazed her pussy over his mouth, her breathing becoming deep. Hayley seemed to enjoy watching her as she sucked on Aaron’s cock—no overt jealous there, then. But would her feelings be different if it were me lying under another woman like that?

  I’m fairly sure Liona came hard as Aaron licked her, but then Hayley was coaxing her down to lie on the mattress, and allow Aaron to kneel between her thighs, his cock ready to slide straight into her open sex. Hayley showed no reluctance at all in sharing her lover.

  My wife lay on her back beside her friend, watching herself as Aaron pulled aside her black lace panties and slipped the tip of his cock inside her. Was she getting a similar pleasure as I was, from sharing? Seeing the awe on Liona’s face as a Hollywood legend squeezed his huge cock inside her, registering the bliss on her face as he stretched her, as he filled her, as he made her pussy sing.

  Hayley touched herself as Aaron began thrusting into Liona, his rhythm making her body rock back and forth, her sweet breasts shaking on top. When Liona turned her head to check on her friend’s response to all this, Hayley kissed her, slow and languid. I groaned as I watched.

  But then it was Hayley’s turn, and she pushed Aaron back on the bed to mount him, reverse cowgirl, facing me as she guided his large cock into her soaking pussy. After a moment or two to recover, Liona was up to kneel beside the two of them, to kiss Hayley as she slipped a hand between her friend’s thighs, to stroke Hayley’s clit while my wife bounced on Aaron.

  For a little while, I had two beautiful women looking my way, silently asking if I was really okay with all this, wanting to see that I loved watching them. I showed them the bulge in my pants, prompting wonderful smiles from them both, but I wasn’t going to pull my manhood out—I didn’t feel safe, didn’t want to risk losing control. I wanted to watch this.

  Hayley was panting and crying as she came ferociously thanks to Liona’s expert hand and Aaron’s thrusting from below. For me, it was still just as incredible to watch her come with another man, her cheeks flushed, perspiration beginning to affect her hair, her plaintive cries as she shook with the force of her orgasm.

  Aaron held her as she came down from her high, with Liona taking his cock in her mouth, even though it was slippery with Hayley’s juices. The night was still young for Aaron. Soon he had Liona on all fours, and was driving into her from behind, Hayley watching their coupling from up close, holding Liona’s behind as though to support her, occasionally taking Aaron’s cock from her friend to slip it in her own mouth instead.

  God, it was incredible to watch them. It was long and sweaty and frantic. I could hardly believe my wife was involved, but there she was, replacing Liona for a time with her own pussy thrust up for their lover to take, whimpering and gasping as he squeezed into her tight pussy.

  Liona was on her back when Aaron finally reached his end, thighs spread, body writhing as he fucked her. Hayley stroked her clit while he pounded into her, and kissed her mouth. She also occasionally dived in to take Aaron in her mouth.

  Then Aaron pulled out from Liona, jacking his cock so that his white seed erupted forth over Hayley’s face and Liona’s body, the last few jets shooting over Liona’s wet pussy. Without hesitation, Hayley covered his tip with her mouth. I watched my wife clean Aaron’s cock, and then shockingly, lick his come from Liona’s body. The women fell into one another again, kissing and stroking each other.

  Aaron lay with them, and the three seemed in their own little world on that mammoth bed.

  After a while, I felt the urge to get some air, to leave them to their own devices, to escape.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  I drifted around the empty suite a while, getting my breath back from an intense experience—and wondering if I’d made a mistake in leaving. Was I supposed to have joined the three of them? What would they think that I had left?

  I felt certain the three of them had been finished, the long night finally heaping exhaustion on them. And for a while as I sifted around the mess left behind by the party, I waited to see if they would miss me, if anyone might come out to bring me back in. They didn’t. I assumed they were asleep.

  After a few minutes, I was a little more confident that there was no point staying. I even found my spirits picking up again as I descended in the elevator and trekked back to my own little room. I was sure that when Hayley and Aaron and Liona did wake up, they’d have pleasant memories. And perhaps Hayley would return to me one last time before the movie party left London.

  I wondered, also, how Hayley would feel about Liona—she might wake with hungover regrets that she’d done what she’d done with her agent and friend, but I actually thought this unlikely.

  Would she still want to see Liona sleep with me?

  It still made me nervous. I really could see the fantasy from Hayley’s perspective. I just did not want to sleep with Liona under the impression that Hayley wanted it, only for her to find that she really couldn’t handle it after all.

  Would it be best for me to find a polite way of declining the offer of Liona?

  But then, if Hayley really did want to experience it, would I be right to deny her?

  *

  I wasn’t particularly tired as I laid my head down on my pillow. I certainly wasn’t sleepy, with everything that was whirling around my head.

  It wasn’t long, though, before there was a knock on the room door.

  My heart jumped, and I bolted out of bed. I was hoping fervently that it was Hayley, and that we could talk. What if she’d taken things the wrong way? If she’d decided I’d thrust Liona upon her and Aaron because I didn’t want her, or worst of all worlds, because she thought I didn’t want Hayley either.

  I threw on a t-shirt, and peered through the peephole. Liona. Well, I felt I needed to talk to somebody, so this was a good thing. I opened up.

  “Hey! You okay?” Wearing her dress again, she looked a little flushed, and still somewhat disheveled from her recent bedroom antics. It was a hot look on Liona.

  “Sure,” I said with a
warm smile. “It just looked from where I was sitting like you guys were going to sleep.”

  The concern in her eyes melted, and she returned my smile as I stepped back to let her in.

  “Hayley sent me down,” she said, grabbing my hand to pull me toward the bed. “Are you tired? Are you sleepy?”

  “No and no,” I said. I felt my pulse beginning to pick up. Did this mean my wife had sent Liona down to seduce me?

  “Great,” she grinned, and as we got to the bed, she pulled me close to her. Looking up at me, she said, “So did you like what you saw up there?”

  I could smell her perfume—sweet, feminine—but also the musky scent of sex and perspiration. God, she was sex on legs.

  “I did,” I said. “So what did Hayley send you down for?”

  “To fuck you,” she replied, and slipped one of the straps of her dress off over her shoulder.

  “She definitely did, huh? It wasn’t some kind of signal that could have been misinterpreted?”

  I wanted clarification. I didn’t want to do something like this without my wife’s say so.

  “It was clear as day,” Liona said, and off came the other strap of her dress. God, she was so sexy. And the fact that she was freshly fucked only made her seem more so.

  “Well, if you’re absolutely sure…”

  She did a hot little shimmy, and let her dress fall down to reveal her bare breasts. Then she pushed herself up on tiptoes, her arm curling around my neck, to claim a kiss. She tasted of sex and Champagne. Breathing in her intoxicating scent as well, I was hard as a rock in no time.

  “Mmm… you’re a great kisser...” she sighed as I stooped to kiss her chest, tasting the saltiness and the spice of her recent exertions as I moved down to take one of her hard nipples in my mouth.