She's a Star (a Hollywood Hotwife story) Read Online Free PDF

off for an erotic drama with Aaron Simpson.”
    She grinned and blushed as my hand reached up to cup her breast through her bikini top, and then slip under the material to find her hard nipple therein. “He’s a very professional actor,” she said, caressing my hardness through my pants. “He’s done love scenes with dozens of actresses before.”
    “And probably slept with half of them.”
    “But they weren’t married,” she insisted. “I’ll be able to hold him off.”
    “We’ll see,” I grinned.
    She raised an eyebrow at that. “And you’re not even jealous about that?”
    I shrugged. “I trust you.”
    Then she said, joking, “You’d probably like it, wouldn’t you? Pervert. If I came home and told you Aaron Simpson wanted to date me? Have an affair with me?”
    I don’t think she’d have quite believed me anyway if I’d said ‘yes’, but I was thinking it.
    She kissed me deeply, her fingers crawling all over my swollen manhood through the black cotton of my suit pants, and I could tell she was quietly amazed and exhilarated that I was so supportive of her doing whatever was needed with Aaron Simpson. I guess other husbands might have been more challenging to deal with in such circumstances.
    She turned her back to me, but led me away from the door, over to the white leather couch I’d never really cared for, but seemed more appropriate for our bright and breezy California home than the furniture we’d had in our New York apartment.
    “He’s, what, ten years older than you?” I asked her.
    “Twelve.” Her precise knowledge was telling.
    “So you probably had posters of him on your wall when you were growing up.”
    She smiled bashfully, then as some kind of diversion, pushed me down on the couch before climbing on me.
    “So what if I did?” she said, kissing me. “Everybody did when I was a teenager.”
    “All those nights you must have spent gazing up at him while you…well…took care of business…”
    “And you just plastered every Playboy Pet on your wall—”
    “Playboy Playmates. It was Penthouse that had Pets,” I corrected her. “But I don’t get to star opposite any of them in a movie. And in an erotic movie at that.”
    We wrestled a little, and I ended up on top, lying between her legs.
    “You really do like the idea of me doing an erotic movie?” she asked, still amazed.
    I shrugged, and kissed my way down her chest. “I’ve learned to cope with what you do for a living,” I said.
    “Sounds like you might have over-compensated a little,” she said, but though she was attempting to play it down, I could tell all this had her on fire.
    Her nipples were so stiff, her chest flushed pink, and as I kissed my way over her flat, smooth stomach I could smell the dark scent of her arousal already. She moaned as I stroked my mouth and nose over the warm increasingly damp material of her swimsuit, inhaling her strong aroma.
    “I can tell it turns you on.” I reached under her thighs and then up to hold her waist as I nuzzled against her wet pussy. “Even if they end up using body doubles for the really dirty parts, you’ll be in bed with him, you’ll have your hands all over him, right? And you’ll have to kiss him….”
    “Well, it is a romance story,” she said, then moaned as I nosed aside her bikini bottoms and buried my face in her sopping pussy.
    She placed a hand on the back of my head as I licked her slippery folds, tasting the salt of the ocean, lacing her tangy juices.
    She said, “I’m not sure they’re planning on using body doubles, though….”
    Was Hayley trying to push my buttons? Was she catching on to what my fantasy really was?
    I ate her with abandon, slurping at her copious nectar, sucking on her sweet labia, pressing my nose against her clit though her little patch of down tickled me.
    So what if they were filming sex scenes without doubles? Another man—Aaron Simpson—would be lying between her legs, butt-naked. His cock would be