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touching her, probably rubbing against her pussy, and there’s no way it wouldn’t be hard.
    My fantasy of Hayley dating and sleeping with someone else had been borne of the need to make her happy while her career was in the doldrums. But now that she was going places, it wasn’t simply dissolving, it was adapting to a whole new extraordinary situation.
    I liked the idea of my beautiful, naughty Hayley sleeping with a movie star. How incredible would it make her feel—and how incredible would it be to see her after such an experience?
    She came powerfully on my face, her eyes closed, her head tilted back, her chest rising and falling as she gasped for breath, and I couldn’t help wondering whether her thoughts were being as faithful as her declarations. In her imagination, it wasn’t just me going down on her, it was a man she’d been fantasizing about for years.
    After that, she seemed a little more level-headed as she moved to kneel in front of me and take my hard cock in her mouth.
    “You do know it’s just acting, though, right?” she said, suddenly taking my spiraling imagination down a peg or two.
    “Of course.”
    “I wouldn’t really do anything with him that’s not acting for the movie.”
    “Okay….” I said, groaning as she sucked on me. “But…if you did want to…have a little fun…you know it would be okay, right?”
    She flashed her eyes at me. “You are a pervert,” she said with a grin, and dropped back down on my shaft. She almost seemed to be worshipping my cock as she bobbed up and down on it, one hand stroking and pumping the base of my shaft. Proving herself to me in the face of suggestions that she might be interested in a certain movie star.
    I lay back on the couch as she climbed onto my lap, guiding my stiff cock to her sweltering entrance. I held her tight and we both began to move our hips, and the strange sense of hope that I would get to appreciate the infidelity of my gorgeous wife melded into the equally surreal realization that I was, effectively, now making love to a movie star.
    A movie star I was almost certain that Hollywood legend Aaron Simpson was keen on dating.

 
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
     
    There seemed a huge amount of waiting for Hayley to get through before things really started up in earnest for the shooting of the movie.
    She quit her waitressing job, of course, partly since her first payment from the movie made any efforts dispensed on tending to restaurant tables meaningless. Though we knew she wouldn’t be paid anywhere near as much as her co-star in this production, the sum touted by Liona made even my salary as a lawyer seem paltry.
    Back then, Hayley could still make the most of her lack of fame, heading down to the beach most afternoons to take in the rays and cool off in the surf. She also took it upon herself to lead the search for our next house. We were taking a conservative view on how successful her movie career would be, but even the pay packet from her first major project would be enough to allow us a considerable upgrade from the little starter home in Redondo Beach. We weren’t looking for the kind of Malibu mansions that Aaron Simpson called home, but we’d get somewhere with a little more floor space, and a decent-sized pool out back.
    It was like a school’s summer vacation, when days seemed to stretch out and take weeks to get through. I even eased back on my workload, so that I might spend more time with my wife before the inevitable traveling took its toll on our time together. The movie would eventually break out of the studio to shoot in various external scenes as far afield as Europe and South-East Asia. There could be weeks at a time when I wouldn’t see her, so I soaked up all the time I could.
    There was the occasional commitment—the movie sent a personal trainer to our house for an hour a day to help her prepare for the action components of the role, for example. There were occasional visits from Liona, or