She's a Star (a Hollywood Hotwife story) by Max Sebastian Page B

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    “Shit, that’s good.”
    “I told you, right? Super pure.”
    My face went red. I knew this was the movie industry, but I guess I hadn’t considered the side that involved such casual drug use.
    “So anyway, rumor is he got the writers to put together a fourth sex scene just to get a little more skin-time with her.” More sniffs. How much blow were these guys doing out there?
    “Fourth? There was no fourth—”
    “Oh, you can bet it ended up on the cutting room floor, would have got the movie an NC-17-rating straight off, maybe worse.”
    I felt my blood run cold. A fourth, secret sex scene? She hadn’t mentioned anything…but then, she probably didn’t know that it had all been a ploy. What was in that lost sex scene? What had she done with him?
    Listening, I tried to keep calm, thinking about Hayley’s explanation: It’s only a movie. Not real. Away from the cameras, she’d turned Aaron Simpson down, rejected his advances.
    “Woulda liked to see that scene.”
    “It’ll surface one day, I’ll bet. Beautiful—God, she is so fucking hot.”
    “With tits like that, she’s gonna go far. Like into Aaron Simpson’s bed.”
    “Oh, she’s clever. She held out on him, so he’ll get a sequel together so he can have another pop. She’ll get another zero on her pay check, too.”
    “Clever.”
    “Then once that check clears, he’s not gonna take ‘no’ for an answer.”
    “Can I quote you on that?”
    “Bud, don’t even joke about that shit….”
    The bathroom door banged as it closed, and I let out my breath.
    Was Hayley really playing Aaron Simpson like that? Was she going to have an affair as soon as the sequel was confirmed?
    I shook my head. She wasn’t like that. She was my Hayley, my wife, I could trust her to the ends of the earth. She’d simply been leading Aaron Simpson on, as I had encouraged her to do. An extra zero on her pay check, though—that was quite serious temptation for her to try something behind my back.
    I stood up, about to lift up the toilet lid to use the facilities—but again, I was so hard, there was no way I’d be able to pee, not for a while. Jesus, here I was thinking about my wife actually being tempted to cheat on me, and I was turned on like never before.
    I couldn’t deny it, couldn’t lie to myself. While my stomach burned with jealousy, and the fear quietly chilled my blood, I couldn’t stop the pictures running around my head of Hayley, so stunningly beautiful, making love to Aaron Simpson. It terrified me, but it thrilled me more than I could even understand—making me want her more than ever.
    I just didn’t want her to do it behind my back.
    I couldn’t help being turned on by the thought of Hayley as seductress, as a sexy devil intent on corrupting men. Her lithe, elfin form writhing as she rode another man, the wicked glow in her cheeks from her own thrill at breaking the rules, giving in to her sexuality and the craving for a huge cock that was not her husband’s.
    Jesus. A therapist might suggest this was a coping mechanism, my brain putting up defenses against the inevitable loss of my wife to a Hollywood megastar. But I couldn’t halt the feelings, and the curious fascination that was developing inside me to have Hayley actually take Aaron Simpson up on his offer, to have an affair with him.
    Was I resigned to losing her? That prospect crushed my heart as I made my way back through the crowd, finding it easy to locate my beautiful bride, since she was apparently the center of the party.
    I saw her need for me to be a politician’s spouse, nod and smile gratefully at all the people congratulating her, only so pleased to tell anyone who wanted to know what it felt like to be married to the girl of the moment, Hollywood’s next hottest property, the woman who had tamed Aaron Simpson on screen.
    Hayley seemed to have quickly moved on from any concerns about how her husband felt about her on-screen debut, or her