A Wife on Show

by Max Sebastian

  ‘And Gabby, of course, thought I was doing a fantastic job pretending I’ve been dating Aaron ever since the show.’

  ‘Did you tell her you’ve actually been dating him?’

  She shook her head, all that dyed-golden hair seemed heavy about her face, mussed by rolling around someone else’s bed, damp and disheveled from perspiration. Irresistible to me, then. I scooped her up in my arms, pulling her to me for a deep kiss.

  ‘Gabby’s none the wiser,’ she said, breaking away from our kiss a trifle breathless. ‘She was a little surprised after the interview, though, when I said I couldn’t go for a drink with her, since I was going out with Aaron...’

  I laughed, and breathed in a chestful of that strange, alluring smell of adultery that lingered all about her. These days she waited to shower until after she returned to me. I liked to take in the purity of her freshly-fucked self.

  ‘What did you say in your interview?’ I asked her, running my hand up between her smooth, warm thighs and under her skirt. Her little satin panties were soaked, of course.

  ‘You know...’ she said, moaning as I slipped my finger between her slippery folds, ‘...I just said I’ve been seeing Aaron a few times since the show... and... you know... we have fun...’

  ‘That was it?’

  ‘Oh...’ she groaned as I worked my finger inside her. ‘Oh... I... they wanted to know... if things might get serious between us...’

  ‘What did you say?’

  She giggled. I peeled off her dress. We weren’t going to make it to the bedroom at this rate. I wanted her so badly, the hallway would have to do.

  ‘I said maybe...’ she said, beaming ear-to-ear, and yet looking at me cautiously. Then she added, ‘It’s what they wanted to hear, you could tell. And... you know... if I was Alyssa... I’d probably be happy with him...’

  I dropped to my knees and reached behind her back to remove her bra. We kissed, and she seemed to be seeking reassurance from me that it was okay what she’d said in her interview. I didn’t mind what she said to the TV cameras. It was all make believe. The reality was here, in our front hallway, where my wife was standing, near-naked, and I was sucking on her stiff nipples, my fingers buried in her soaking pussy. She was mine, and our bond was strong, and she was as hot for me as I was for her.

  ‘What did Aaron say in his interview?’ I asked her while peeling down her panties, kissing my way over her spectacularly smooth mound as she lifted one leg over one of my shoulders.

  ‘Mmm...’ she said, moaning deep and long as I tasted her unfaithful pussy, inhaling that wicked scent of her infidelity as I lapped at her copious juices. ‘I didn’t... get... to see... Aaron’s interview...’

  ‘No?’

  ‘You think he’ll say he likes me?’ she grinned, and then her face melted into what almost seemed to be anguish, as her body responded to my lips and tongue focusing on her well-used sex. I suppose I had a touch of curiosity as to what Aaron might say. Did he suspect at all that Gemma wasn’t who she said she was? I couldn’t see it. If he did, he acted as though he didn’t care about it, since he’d gone on to fuck Gemma ragged that night. As usual that night, she’d come home to me glowing, completely satisfied by her latest encounter with him. So irresistible, although I had to be careful not to hurt her as I slid my own cock inside her, since things got a little tender after so much use.

  ‘You know, I’m going to have to bring him back here some time, right?’ she said as we recovered our breaths afterward.

  ‘I suppose so.’

  ‘It’s getting a little obvious that we always go back to his place,’ she said, gently stroking my softening cock as I lay beside her.

  ‘I don’t mind leaving for a night,’ I said.

  ‘Uh-huh,’ she nodded. ‘But you know... if we come back here... well, there’s evidence all over the place that it’s not just me that lives here. Even if we clear all your stuff away... he’s going to figure it out. There’ll be things we can’t hide, things we don’t even think of to hide.’

  I sighed. ‘Maybe you just have to tell him. Be brutal.’

  ‘Maybe.’

  *

  We had to wait another three months before Gemma’s episode of Hot Dates was actually broadcast on national television.

  Gemma still hadn’t been brave enough to tell Aaron the truth.

  That night, Aaron wanted to get together with Gemma again so that they could both watch the moment their episode went out on actual TV. Gemma and I decided that for once, she would take Aaron back to hers—ours— after they’d had dinner. I would vacate the premises in order to give them space to sort things out. I ended up checking into a hotel in Earl’s Court that night.

  Though we tidied the house up for Aaron’s visit, we decided not to do anything to conceal her marriage to me—leaving things like photographs and some of my clothes and things out on display so that it was kind of obvious this was a married couple’s house.

  And for the first time Gemma opted not to dye her hair blonde for a date with Aaron. She’d grown tired of changing her hair color just to keep up with pretending to be Alyssa for him. No, now she would return to her mousy brown.

  ‘You think I should tell him my real name?’ she called to me while showering in our en suite, ready for her evening with Aaron. I was in the bedroom, packing an overnight bag.

  ‘I don’t see why not,’ I replied.

  ‘It’s not going to make much difference after I’ve dropped the bombshell that I’m married.’

  I paused, watching her sit on the ledge surrounding our bath so she could apply shaving cream between her legs. She might have been intending to reveal herself as her true self to Aaron that evening, but she would still be offering him a beautifully shaved pussy.

  I wondered what he’d do when he found out about her. If I’d been in my early twenties, and I’d found out the hot blonde I was sleeping with was a happily married woman, I probably would have been horrified. Back then, though, I was still jealous at the thought of my girl wanting someone else. And when I’d been in my early twenties I never had the urge to fuck anyone live on a webcam. Aaron was an unknown quantity.

  I slowed my packing just enough to allow me to watch Gemma finish up her shower and select a set of hot lingerie for the evening. God she looked good. I gave her a kiss and said goodbye while she was choosing a dress.

  *

  That evening, I was more nervous about what would happen when Gemma came clean with Aaron back at our house than I was about the actual TV show being broadcast. I settled down in my little hotel room in front of a fairly small TV screen and a takeaway pizza, but my thoughts were with my wife and what was going on.

  I had a while to wait until the TV show went out—it didn’t start until close to midnight, since it was so packed full of nudity.

  I was assuming that Gemma and Aaron would be out partying or clubbing until it was nearer the time for the show to begin—but at ten o’clock Gemma texted me to let me know they were going back to our house after their dinner.

  [Gemma]: You can watch us through the webcam if you like ;-)

  [Michael]: You told him yet?

  [Gemma]: Only that I’m not really a blonde. I guess he’d figure that out for himself anyway!

  I opened up the webcam site that Gemma and Aaron preferred, and waited for their camera to show up on the list. It didn’t take long. Well, at least I’d have something to keep me entertained before the TV show came on.

  They were sitting on our couch, in our living room. It was just crazy. Gemma looked like Gemma, like my wife, rather than Alyssa, the persona she’d created for the game show. Somehow with her looking like that, it was more real the fact that another guy was sitting next to her on our couch, slowly peeling off her clothes in front of their webcam.

  ‘So tonight we’re at Alyssa’s place,’ Aaron said, confirming that he didn’t yet know Gemma’s true identity. ‘It’s kind of nice—and her roommate is out for the whole night.’

 
Her roommate. I guess that would be me. In his mind, that had to explain my clear presence in that house. But surely he couldn’t be there for very long before figuring out that it wasn’t a roommate she lived with.

  ‘And tonight we finally get to watch ourselves on Hot Date... it’s going out on Channel 4 at midnight, guys,’ Aaron said as he started stripping off his own clothes, exposing his well-toned chest, then his strong legs and that big dick just hanging there, ready and waiting to squeeze inside my wife.

  ‘Yeah, they don’t know we like to play in front of a webcam!’

  I watched them for a while just chatting with their regular fans, at first as though they were simply in some pub or other somewhere, rather than naked on a couch. Then Aaron asked Gemma if she wanted to oblige a fan and start playing with herself. She ran her hand through her long hair a few times as she read the comments of the fans herself, and then she leaned over the arm of the couch to reach for something—a vibrator.

  Where did she get that from? I never knew she had it. Now she was sitting with her legs parted, licking her vibrator before sliding it up against her smooth pussy.

  ‘What if she had a twin sister?’ Aaron asked, apparently reading off a question from one of the other viewers.

  ‘You’d love that,’ Gemma joked. She seemed so relaxed and content. I loved seeing her so happy.

  ‘I guess I’d hope she would want to fuck me, too,’Aaron chuckled, now stroking his thickening cock.

  ‘Yeah, I’d let her!’ Gemma giggled. ‘Maybe.’

  Gemma was soon on her knees, Aaron standing above her, and she was taking his cock in her hands, guiding it to her mouth. Oh God. It never got old, seeing her being so wicked. Licking that big dick, rubbing it all over her pretty face. Slipping it in her mouth, her cheeks bulging, before sinking slightly inward as she sucked on him.

  ‘Yeah, guys... feels soo good...’

  She moaned as much as he did, bobbing up and down on his length. Enjoying herself having another man’s cock, enjoying being bad. Watching her, I wanted to kiss her mouth. And ever since I’d started watching her adventures with Aaron, kissing had become a much more important part of foreplay between Gemma and I. There was something so wrong about kissing her knowing she’d just gone down on another guy. The taboo was exhilarating.

  ‘What if I had a twin brother?’ Aaron laughed at another viewer’s question after a long while spent appreciating Gemma’s oral skills.

  ‘That would be nice,’ Gemma grinned, now guiding Aaron back down to lie on the couch.

  ‘Would I let him?’ Aaron thought about it. ‘Uh... sure, I guess so. I mean, he’d be exactly the same as me, right?’

  Gemma laughed. And straddled Aaron. And I watched her sink down on his cock, the thing squeezing into her tight, pink little opening. I felt that now-familiar twinge inside me, as I recognized the point at which my wife was now, once again, committing full adultery. The infidelity barrier had been broken again, you might say.

  ‘Woah!’ Gemma moaned, as she started to slowly gyrate her hips, raising and falling on his shaft again and again.

  ‘Isn’t she just the hottest fucking thing?’ Aaron said.

  I glanced at the chat facility on my screen—and a funny little thought entered my head. I typed:

  Hubbyofyours: So what if you found out that Alyssa wasn’t really single, that she had a husband somewhere?

  I heard Aaron on screen reading out my question, then chuckled to himself about it. Gemma stopped bouncing on his cock, and now turned around, straddling one of his shins before taking his cock in her hands again, slipping its tip back into her mouth.

  For a moment or two, Aaron just enjoyed her mouth on his cock.

  Then he said, ‘I guess... that would be weird...’

  Gemma was blushing, I could see it, but I suspected no one else could—anyone else would think she was simply a little red in the face from blowing Aaron like that.

  Hubbyofyours: Maybe she goes home and fucks him after finishing with you...

  I felt cruel, that was true enough. But Gemma wasn’t telling him, it seemed to me time that he knew.

  ‘Well... if she did that... that would be pretty wild...’ Aaron said, squinting a little at the screen. I wondered if he was looking at the name I’d chosen for the chatroom. Hubbyofyours. Maybe he thought I had some kind of fantasy that I was his girl’s husband. Maybe he thought the name a little too appropriate to my question.

  ‘Two handsome men in one night,’ Gemma said, brushing off the issue as she climbed onto Aaron’s lap again to ride him cowgirl style. ‘Oh... God... I think that would be so hot...’

  Aaron shifted so that he was sitting on the couch facing the camera, and now as Gemma fucked him we could see his cock entering her, glistening with her wetness.

  He slapped her ass and she paused, and he said, ‘Maybe it would be kinda hot... a hot married woman... cheating on her husband... I don’t think I ever fucked a married woman before...’

  I was about to type some additional comment that might move things on further, when Gemma squealed.

  ‘Time for the show to start!’

  She’d seen the clock on the wall behind them, of course. How had the time gone so quickly?

  I looked up at the hotel television screen and right there in front of me the show was starting.

  Hot Date.

  ‘Bye guys!’ I heard my wife, and then the web chat was over.

  Damn. Maybe I’d made her mad. Maybe she simply wasn’t ready to reveal to Aaron who she really was—and I had tried to force her. What if she hated me for that?

  I texted her:

  [Michael]: You okay?

  But there was no reply.

  I couldn’t only hope she was busy watching the show, rather than being actively angry with me.

  I tried to focus on the show. It was weird seeing it like that. There was the studio we’d all spent a morning inside, there were all those colored booths that looked like shower stalls, there was Claire-the-Presenter looking all smart and shiny and cheery. And there were all the naked people. From what I remembered of being there, the set had looked amateurish, as though some students had mocked up a room to look something vaguely like a game show set. But now it was actually on TV, the clever lighting made it all look like a completely proper game show set, professional standard, prime time television standard.

  My wife was naked on an actual TV show. Wow.

  And I couldn’t believe how the TV cameras zoomed in on the private parts of the various men and women during the show—and it was broadcast like that on national television!

  Then there was Aaron. The second of the episode’s two people selecting a date. There was that click of recognition in my mind—I’d seen a fair amount of him in recent months, mostly naked on a webcam playing around with Gemma. And there were the women from which Aaron would be selecting a date—starting with the very naked lower halves of their bodies.

  Somehow I forgot about what Gemma had to tell Aaron that evening sufficient to enjoy watching my wife naked on screen. She was so gorgeous. No wonder she was chosen for the date.

  Then came the final interviews with Aaron and ‘Alyssa’.

  The two of them were sitting on a leather couch in the back of a bar or restaurant.

  ‘Yeah, I’d say we really hit it off,’ Gemma was saying on the show.

  Aaron said, ‘Our date was just... well, amazing. And then afterward we were, like, talking on Facebook maybe every day...’

  ‘You couldn’t stop,’ Gemma teased him.

  ‘I wasn’t the one who got told off at work for looking at my phone too much during the day!’

  I’d seen the two of them together so many times on their webcam, but it took the high definition cameras of the TV show to really show what incredible chemistry the two of them had together. It really tweaked my jealousy muscle.

  Then the scene on the television cut to Gemma sitting on her own on the couch.

  ‘I really liked him from
the beginning,’ she said to the camera. ‘And yeah... I’d say it helped to see him without his clothes to start with...’

  A voice was heard off-screen, asking her: ‘How many times have you seen each other since he chose you?’

  Gemma giggled, ‘I don’t know... loads.’

  ‘So you really like him?’

  She paused, and then nodded. ‘I like him a lot. Maybe... too much.’

  The camera fixed on her pretty face a moment or two, to let what she’d said sink in. I felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach. She likes him... too much. I felt a little light-headed, the room spinning around me. It all seemed a little too intense for me. I was rock hard at hearing my wife professing her feelings for another man, and yet my chest was on fire, my heart pounding like crazy, the sweat beading up ice-cold on my skin.

  Had I taken too big a risk by letting my wife date someone else?

  Then Aaron was sitting alone on the couch on my television screen, looking very pleased with himself.

  ‘Yeah, she’s just incredible. I’ve never met anyone like her. The way I feel when I’m around her...’

  ‘Have you ever felt like this about someone before?’ the interviewer asked him.

  ‘No. Never. And I never thought this would happen to me, either. I’m, like, not that type of guy. You know?’

  ‘You never thought you’d meet someone like Alyssa?’

  ‘I never thought I’d fall in love.’

  I bolted from my hotel room, raced down the stairs and out on to the street. I sprinted toward the main road, Earl’s Court Road, all the while trying to call Gemma on the phone.

  She wasn’t answering. Shit. Aaron was in love with her, and now she wasn’t answering her phone. Did she love him, too? Surely not. She’d only been seeing him a few months. Maybe five months, total. Was that long enough to fall for someone? It had taken me three months to know I wanted no one else but Gemma.

  I hailed a taxi, and demanded the fastest possible journey back to Fulham. At that time of night, thankfully there wasn’t much traffic.

  What if I’d lost her? What if my wife had decided she’d have more fun with another man? Sure, with me she had the prospect of being allowed to date other guys. But while my bag seemed to be voyeurism, Aaron shared her exact sexual fantasy of public sex. Exhibitionism. Perhaps that appealed to her more.