Screwing The Movie Star While My Husband Watches
Since my evening with Lance, the sex with my husband, Chris, has been phenomenal. Still, I wanted to fuck the movie star one more time before he left town.
I gave my name to the security guard at the set, before checking his clipboard he looked up and down my body. I wondered if he knew I was nude beneath the coat. When I reached Lance Darling’s trailer I did not knock, I just walked in.
“Your husband won’t be joining us today?”
“No, he has a hearing scheduled later this afternoon.” I pulled my phone out of my purse and hit connect. “If it’s alright with you, I thought he could watch via Zoom.”
Chris’s face came up on the screen. “Hey buddy, it’s fine with me if you watch while I fuck your beautiful wife. You dirty perv.”
Chris leered comically and I set the phone where he would have a perfect view.
I removed my coat and threw it on a chair, with my back to the camera. Christopher loves my ass and under any other circumstances he would be staring at it right now, but I knew he was looking over my shoulder to see the expression on Lance’s face.
The movie star’s mouth was hanging open as he stared at my tits. “Do you like them?”
“My God they are sexy as fuck. They must be new. I would have noticed if your nipples were pierced the night we were together.”
In all the excitement of becoming a hotwife, I had completely forgotten to buy Chris a present. So the day after Valentine’s Day, I got my nipples pierced for him. He can’t keep his mouth off of them, and we both agree the little heart shaped barbells were the perfect way to commemorate my first experience as a hotwife.
“Go ahead and touch them,” Christopher said through the speaker.
Lance gently ran a finger over my left nipple, and I rewarded him with a soft moan.
Moving his hands up my bare flesh, he cupped my face in his soft hands and kissed me. I parted my lips, he slipped his tongue into my mouth. My back arched and I pulled his mouth to my chest. “You smell like heaven,” he said.
Christopher let out a moan when Lance lifted me onto the table and spread my legs wide. Stepping between my thighs he leaned in and kissed me. He tasted like peppermint. Lance continued massaging my breasts and I let out a groan when he flicked at my piercings. He lowered his mouth to the nipple he had just pinched and softly kissed it, then he bit down.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I cried, my pussy leaking onto the desk.
Nibbling his way down my torso, Lance continued to play with my tits, giving the hard nipples an occasional tweak. When I felt his heavy breath reach my waxed pussy, I raised my hips, wanting his hot mouth on my swollen lips.
Lance knew what I liked and cupped my ass, lifting me up before burying his tongue deep in my hole. I gave out a moan of pleasure, as he ran his tongue slowly around my opening. After several passes, he moved up and explored my folds. His licks were gentle and tantalizingly soft. Already I could feel myself edging to orgasm. Just when I was about to come, he stopped. I looked down to see him facing the camera.
“Do you see how wet I have your wife? She’s going to come any minute now.”
“What the fuck are you doing? Get back down there,” I cried in frustration.
“It’s called playing to the audience,” he said with a smile.
“This is not one of your sweet romance movies. You should be able to tell that by the fact that I am naked. Now get your mouth back down there.”
Chris gave a chuckle and said, “You better do what she says, or you may find yourself starring in a murder mystery.”
Lance quickly returned his attention to my swollen pussy. He ran his tongue in long slow strokes from my asshole upward to my clit, giving the hard bud a quick flick before going back down again. He did this several times, increasing the pressure and pace with each upward motion.
I quickly found my rhythm again. Grabbing the back of his head, I held his mouth in place. I would not let him stop until I got what I had come for.
“That’s it right there. Suck it now, suck, suck, fuck, oh fuck, oh god, yes right there.”
Once my breathing had returned to normal, Lance helped me down from the desk. I could not help but notice the large puddle I had left behind. I am sure, from the excited look on his face, Chris saw it as well.
My hands on his shoulders, I pushed Lance onto the small sofa beneath the trailer’s only window. Then I unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. Kissing his neck, I slowly worked my way downward. Playfully nipping at his well-developed pecs, running my tongue over his nipples. He gave out a moan, a hand at the back of my neck urging me downward. I made him wait; repayment for his aside to the “audience” earlier. I drew out the anticipation, slowly licking and kissing my way down his tight abdomen.
Slipping my hand inside his boxers, I was reminded of how big his prick really is. It was the longest and thickest cock I have ever seen and knew from experience he knew how to use it. As badly as I wanted to make Lance suffer, I was eager to have him in my mouth and could wait no longer.
We were both completely naked. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his massive shaft and ran my tongue across his fat head. It was already leaking precum. I lapped at the sweet nectar, not missing a drop. The head of his cock was shaped like a large mushroom top, and I ran my mouth along the ridge where it flared out from the shaft. His groans became louder.
Not wanting to over excite him, I changed directions and ran my tongue up and down the underside of his shaft, while gently massaging his heavy balls. I liked how they felt in my hand. They were much heavier than Christopher’s.
“Take me in your mouth,” he begged.
I quickly engulfed his massive head with my fiery mouth and his hands went to the side of my head. He thrust deep into my mouth. I gagged every time he hit the back of my throat but did not pull away. Instead, I moved my tongue from side to side, applying a double layer of pleasure to the sensitive underside of his cock.
“That feels so fucking good.” Lance’s moans were now so loud, I worried the cast and crew might hear us through the thin wall of the trailer. More importantly, I worried he might come. Although Lance had proved his ability to get it up again, he was due on set in 15 minutes and I did not want to leave, before feeling his cock inside me.
I stood up and realized there was no bed in the small trailer. I improvised, pulling the sofa cushions and pillows to the floor. Laying down, I looked up at him.
His broad chest was smooth, his nipples hard. He turned and I got an excellent view of his backside. His ass was tight and curved the way a good ass should be. There was a small heart tattooed on the right side of his broad, well-defined shoulders.
I had grown up watching his movies and as I got older, I fantasized what it would be like to have him make love to me. My imagination was nothing compared to the way he had fucked me a couple of weeks earlier.
I wanted to feel that way again. “Come lay with me.”
I raked my long nails softly down his back, he arched, hips pressed against me. I moaned, feeling his cock twitch against my tight belly.
There was an earthy scent, which cut through the spiced aroma of his body wash. Licking his collarbone, I tasted the saltiness of his flesh. The touch of his smooth hands on my ass sent shivers up my spine. Senses on overload, my pussy quivered and grew wetter.
Making love to my husband was always comforting, but lacked the fiery passion and thrill which came from being used by a new lover. It was not something I would share with Christopher. It was better that he thought I was only doing it for his enjoyment. I know thinking his wife is a dirty little slut really turns him on.
“Don’t be afraid to pull my hair or slap my ass. Dirty talk is good too,” I whispered to Lance.
“I remember. You like it rough.”
Oh how I needed his cock in me. I moved out from under him and got on my hands and knees. This way I could take as much of his shaft as possible.
Lance knelt at my rear, with his hips directly behind mine. I let out a little moan as the underside of his cock pressed against my ass and he ran his fingertips gently down the sides of my torso. Holding himself with his right hand, he teased my opening with his fat head. My pussy continued to drip. I gave out a gasp when he finally pushed his way in.
My cunt had grown comfortable with his incredible girth and expanded much more quickly than it had on our first encounter. It was still a tight fit when my pussy contracted around his large dick. I sighed after what had seemed like an eternity of emptiness.
When he reached my full depth, Lance slowly backed up, before moving in and out. It felt amazing. Soon our bodies were demanding more, causing us to move more rapidly. My hips thrust backward to meet his forward surge. His heavy balls slapping at my clit caused that familiar warmth to spread from my core.
“Slap my ass,” I growled.
Whap. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Again,” I groaned against the sting.
Whap, whap, whap.
I was breathing hard, and my ass stung like a son of a bitch, but I called for more.
“Old buddy, your wife is quite the little slut,” I heard him say.
Christopher was breathing as hard as I was, when he replied. “Fuck her hard and then send her battered pussy home to me.”
Their words had the intended effect. My walls spasmed around his cock. I was getting close. Gripping at the cushions, I lowered my head and Lance hit the magic spot.
Wave after wave of euphoria spread from my legs and torso. My toes curled and I tensed in anticipation. When his cock hit the spot again, it was as if a thousand volts of electricity had escaped the core and set my body ablaze.
Rather than collapsing right there, I rolled to my back and looked up at Lance and said, “I want you to come on my tits.”
As the last drop spilled across my nipple, I looked to the camera. My husband’s eyes were locked on mine and I could tell he was masturbating. I held up my left hand, so he could see a drop of Lance’s cum on my wedding ring.
His eyes scrunched and he was biting his lower lip to keep from crying out as his orgasm ripped through his body. I laid back and congratulated myself on having made both men come. I liked my new hotwife life.
I used the tiny powder room in the trailer to clean up. When I came out, Lance and Christopher were still talking. “The two of you need to come out to Malibu. My house is right on the ocean and has plenty of room.”
“We will have to think about it. My caseload is full right now. I do not know if we can find the time.”
“That is a shame. I have plenty of friends, who would love to meet your wife.”
“Maybe sometime in June would work,” Christopher said with a smile and gave me a wink.
I fastened my coat and kissed Lance on the cheek. He had a scene to shoot, and I was eager to get home to my husband.
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