0 comments/ 31154 views/ 2 favorites Starlust By: Catesby “Wow,” my wife Jodie said as she broke off our kiss. “They’re right about Paris. It is a romantic city. We were on the last night of our holiday, sat canoodling in a dark alcove of a dimly lit bar. We had been acting like newlyweds all week, even though we were in our sixth year of marriage. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. At home I was never comfortable with kissing and petting in public but here it seemed totally right. There seemed to be a staff shortage with no waitresses around so we were left alone anyway. Nobody could see us without walking directly up to the booth. Jodie was thirty two years old at this time but she looked years younger. She had always worked hard at keeping her body in trim as well as keeping an eye on her vitamin and mineral intake. It certainly did the trick. She had hardly aged at all in the eight years I had known her. She had a very curvaceous body but with a flat tummy and long slender legs. The perfect combination. Her complexion was smooth, her hair long and dark and her cheekbones high. Even in Paris she looked classier than all the other women in the street. Tonight she was wearing a simple but stylish low cut dress, which showed off her ample cleavage and lovely long legs. The holiday had really livened up our spirits and tonight, as we were getting a flight home the next day, we decided to push the boat out and get roaring drunk. We had been sat in the bar drinking beer for about an hour when Jodie suddenly gasped. “Oh my God. Glenn, look over there,” she said, pointing over to a man ambling slowly by on his way to the bar. “What? What’s he doing?” I asked. “It’s not what he’s doing. It’s who he is,” she said, excitement rising in her voice. I strained my eyes to look at him more carefully. He was in his late thirties, with long dishevelled hair and a tatty old suit. He looked like the type who’s always at war with the world and only finds comfort in the bottom of a whiskey glass. “Who is he then? He just looks like some old drunk.” “Old? He’s younger than you, just. He’s thirty six years old, born in Oakland, California on November 8th 1966, a Scorpio, like me.” Her eyes were shining and she was grinning from ear to ear. Whoever he was, she was very happy to see him. “So who is he then?” I asked again. “It’s Tommy Garrett!” “Oh,” I said, slapping my palm against my forehead. “Of course. Tommy Garrett! Who’s he?” “You don’t know?” she asked, her mouth open in disbelief. “Should I?” “Remember this? Sha na na – nah nah nah – na na.” “Oh right,” I said, catching on. “The singer. I thought he was dead.” “Not to the President of his fan club at St Ursula’s school for girls.” “You were the President of his fan club?” “Well, a small local chapter of it, shall we say. There was about twenty of us. We used to follow him everywhere, go to all his concerts, camp outside his hotel, that sort of thing. God, I had such a crush on him.” “Yeah, well, you were just a kid then. His career must have dried up completely by the time you were seventeen.” “Well, kind of. He stopped getting hit records, but he still did a few concerts for a few years after that. He was gorgeous.” “He doesn’t look so hot now,” I said. “I don’t know. He just looks more lived in, experienced.” “A man of the world? Wasn’t he supposed to be a virgin? One of those sweet innocent non-threatening pop stars you could take home to mother.” “No. His record company made out he was like that, but he wasn’t really.” “How do you know? Were you a notch on his bedpost then?” “No,” she flushed angrily. “But I know someone who was. One of my friends at school.” “You sound jealous.” “Yeah,” she laughed. “I guess I was at the time.” “Why don’t you go over and say hello or something?” “No. I’d be too embarrassed. He probably gets women doing that all the time.” “I doubt it. Most people probably don’t recognise him anymore, except those who’ve had a lifelong crush on him.” “I haven’t got a crush on him.” “No? So when did you get over him?” “Nobody gets over their first love,” she said in a pompous voice then laughed again. “Oh, I don’t know. I do remember with my first serious boyfriend, Simon. He fancied the ass off this model, I can’t even remember her name now. Anyway, so we had this agreement that we could only two-time each other if we ended up with one of these two. The model for him and Tommy Garrett for me. He called it playing the Fantasy Fuck game.” “So did either of you ever get the chance to play the game, then?” “No. Of course not. Even if we had met them they wouldn’t have looked twice at us.” “Well,” I said. “I can’t speak for Simon but I’m sure you would have been given at least a second look, if not a whole lot more.” “Oh, you’re so sweet.” “Yep,” I said and we went back to kissing each other. When we had finished our bottle of champagne I left Jodie in the booth and walked up to the bar to order us a couple of beers. As I ordered to the barman in broken French I looked over at Garrett. Close up he looked much smarter and better looking than I had first thought. His was a studied inelegance, probably calculated to make women find him even more attractive. I guessed that he was trying to get away from that sweet pin-up image he’d had as a young man. He was eyeing up two girls in short skirts. I could see that he was weighing up in his mind whether to go over and approach them, but the girls were sat with a group of guys and he must have thought better of muscling in on their territory. He looked a pretty lonely figure and I felt kind of sorry for him. “Hey,” I said, stepping towards him. “Aren’t you Tommy Garrett?” “Who wants to know?” he growled suspiciously. “My wife’s a fan of yours. I just wanted an autograph,” I said. “Oh right. Hey, I’m sorry. Most guys who come up to me just take the piss, you know, or want to start a fight.” He spoke in a trans-Atlantic drawl, which he must have acquired from years of travelling. As I recall he was much more popular in Europe than his home country. “Let me buy you a beer,” he said. “No. It’s okay. I just ordered. Here, I’ll buy you one,” I said as the barman returned with two bottles. “Uh, et un autre, s’il vous plait. Is that right?” “Close enough,” Garrett said and thanked me when the waiter handed him a bottle. “Well, good luck,” I said to him and turned back towards the booth. “Hey, wait,” Garret said, catching up with me. “What about the autograph? Don’t you want it?” “Uhm, well, why don’t you come over and say hello. I think she’s probably got a copy of your autograph anyway.” “Sure. Fine by me,” he said, taking his bottle of beer and following me over to the booth. I could see Jodie’s eyes light up when she saw who I had brought back with me. “Oh my God,” she said, fluttering her hand in front of her face. “Mr Garrett,” I said. “This is Jodie.” Jodie leaned forward to give him her hand, which he duly kissed. “Please, call me Tommy,” he said and sat himself down next to my wife. “You’re a lucky man…” “Glenn,” I said. “Glenn. A lucky man indeed. Your wife is very beautiful.” “You don’t have to tell me that,” I said. “That’s right, tell it to me, not him,” Jodie said giggling. It was almost like she was a schoolgirl again, the way she looked at him with these big puppy dog eyes. I could see that she was still a little infatuated with him, despite her protestations to the contrary. To be honest I found it quite endearing. Nevertheless, I decided that I would tease her about it endlessly as soon as we got home. Jodie began telling him about how big a fan she was, president of her local fan club, etc. He seemed really pleased. I suspect he had almost forgotten by now what it was like to be so adored. After a while I started getting a little bored so I spoke up. “Tell him about your friend,” I said to Jodie. “What friend?” she asked, giving me a look. I could see that she didn’t want to talk about it but I carried on regardless. “You know. The groupie. The one he had sex with.” “Glenn!” Jodie looked annoyed at me. “It’s all right,” Garrett laughed. “I guess I did have my share of groupies back in those days. My record company had to dish out loads of cash to stop the stories getting in the papers.” “So you weren’t so sweet and innocent after all,” I said. “No way. Damn. All those hot girls begging for it. I couldn’t resist. No offence, Jodie.” “None taken.” “So, when did I have this girl then? This friend of yours? Was it at an after gig party or what?” “No,” she said. “We were at your hotel.” “You were there as well?” “Yes,” she glanced at me. “Just in the lobby.” “So how come I didn’t pick you instead. It must have been before I got my contact lenses put in. Or didn’t you want me?” She smiled at the flattery but shook her head. “It wasn’t that. I would have gone for it like a shot.” “So why was it then? ” “Well, I don’t think I should be saying this,” she glanced over at me again. “I’ve never told anyone before.” “Oh, go on,” I encouraged her. “I’m sure that Tommy’s interested.” “Okay then, if you insist,” she said, giving me her ‘you asked for it’ look. “Me and Kathy and another girl, Anna, were waiting in the lobby for you to come in. We knew your whole itinerary. So you came in with your manager and a couple of other guys and we started screaming your name. You were smiling at us as you passed by, but you didn’t stop. Then your manager, Harris his name was, wasn’t it?” “Yeah, Harris.” “Harris comes back and asks us how we’d like to come up to your room. So naturally we all said yes. So he takes us up in the elevator and brings us inside. You’re not anywhere in the room, just this other guy calling himself Joey.” “Oh yeah. He was the chief roadie.” “So Kathy starts saying we should leave. Harris says that we can leave when we want but if we want to spend any time with you, then he has to check us out first. He starts going on about how you’ve had death threats and that he has to strip search anyone before they can enter your room.” “Sly old devil,” Garrett said. “I didn’t know he got up to that sort of thing. He didn’t…hurt you or anything, did he?” “Oh no. He wasn’t violent or aggressive or anything. He made us line up and take off our clothes. Him and Joey were sitting on the bed watching us. When we were all down to our bras and panties I thought that would be it, but they insisted that we take everything off. Anna wouldn’t do it so he picked up her skirt and blouse and threw them at her, telling her to get out and that she’d just missed the opportunity of a lifetime. “I wasn’t sure what to do but Kathy quickly undid her bra and pulled down her panties so I did the same. I wanted to meet you so badly. I could see that Harris had an erection in his trousers and I wasn’t so naïve as to believe all that about the death threats but I did what he asked anyway. When we were both completely naked the two of them start walking in circles around us, checking us over from head to toe. Harris had a massive bulge in his crotch. He kept brushing it against my ass when he passed by. Then he starts telling us that you’ve got a gig that evening so he can’t let both of us see you, in case we tire you out or something.” “I think I know where this is going,” Garrett said. “Yeah. So he says he has to work out which one of us you’d prefer. I told him, ‘Why don’t you just call him in and ask?’ and he says that he knows exactly what kind of girl you like so he’ll decide for you, and if either of us don’t like it, we can leave. I know that neither of us liked it one bit but if one of us backed down we knew the other would be straight in there. I guess we were kind of competitive about it. “So Harris says, ‘First I’ve got to do the titty test’ and he puts both his hands on Kathy’s tits and started squeezing them and groping them, pulling at her nipples, licking them and sucking them. When he finished he came over to me and I just covered my tits in my hands to stop him. He said, ‘Looks like we have a winner then’ and I saw Kathy smiling and I just put down my hands and let him do it.” “You let him grope your tits?” I asked. I couldn’t believe that she had never told me all this before. “Yes,” she glanced at me quickly, nodding sharply. “He felt me up and sucked my tits, okay? It wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t the first time I’d let a man do that to me.” “Wasn’t he a lot older than you?” I asked. “He must have been,” Garrett said. “He was at least ten years older than me.” “Yes, but I didn’t see what choice I had. Anyway, I thought that was it but he said that we both had lovely tits and he couldn’t choose between us. So he asked Joey for a second opinion and Joey came up and started doing the same thing to both of us. Then he said that he couldn’t decide either and they both sat back down on the bed and looked at us. Harris told us to come over towards him. I didn’t move but Kathy did as he asked. Then he told her to kneel down on the carpet in front of him. Then he looked over at me and gestured for me to kneel down next to her, in front of Joey. I didn’t move so he nodded his head at the door, telling me it was my decision. So I knelt down naked in front of him. “Harris leaned forward and took out his cock. God, I can still picture it now. It looked so massive. It was the first one I’d ever seen. Then Joey took out his one and it was just as big. They told us that you loved having your cock sucked and whichever one of us was best at it would get the chance of meeting you. Kathy asked how they were going to decide on that and Harris said, ‘Look on it as a race’. I didn’t know what he meant at the time but Kathy must have. She was a lot more experienced than I was. She leant forward and took his cock in her mouth, all the way. I couldn’t believe it. Joey took hold of the back of my head and pulled my face towards his cock. I could feel it on my lips as he brushed it against me. He told me to hurry up if I wanted a chance of seeing you, so I opened my mouth and let him stick it in between my lips. “Honestly, I thought I was going to gag. He was really thrusting it down my throat. I wasn’t doing anything. He was just fucking my mouth basically. Then I saw Harris take hold of Kathy’s head and pull her closer. This moaning noise came from her throat and I could see her eyes grow wide. She was trying to pull her head back but he wouldn’t let her. Harris was groaning and then his cock suddenly flopped out of her mouth and all this juice, all his cum, started dribbling down her lips. Then I heard Joey start groaning himself and I knew what was going to happen so I pulled back quickly and got his cock out of my mouth just before he shot a load of cum all over my tits.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, not so much the story itself, but that she told it in such explicit detail, and in front of another man. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, my cock rising in my shorts. It seemed to have the same effect on Garrett, who was listening intently, his eyes fixed on her tits and then her lips as she told different parts of the story. I could bet he was imagining doing the same things to her. “So what happened then?” I blurted out, expecting her to say that that contest was a draw too and the guys then took turns fucking her and the other girl. “Kathy stood up and spat all this cum out on to the carpet. Then she started screaming that she’d won and she was gonna meet you. I looked at Harris and Joey and they kind of shrugged so I put my clothes back on and left her to it. The next day she kept going on about how lucky she was and how great you were in bed and how you were going to meet up again when you were next in town, but I knew that last part was bullshit.” Jodie leaned back in the booth and took a swig of her beer, her eyes darting from one to the other of us, waiting for some reaction. “I don’t know what to say,” Garrett said. “I honestly didn’t know they did that kind of thing. That’s terrible.” “Well, Kathy didn’t mind. She said it was well worth it to get the chance of fucking you.” “Uhm, I don’t know whether I should tell you this or not, but I think your friend was lying to you. I never ever had sex the same day as a gig. I always wanted to keep my energy levels up.” “Really?” “Yeah, really. So even if Joey came in your mouth first, you wouldn’t have got to see me. To my surprise Jodie started laughing. I would have thought she’d be angry about being used and misled like that but she didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. “I guess I’d have been angry if I knew all those years ago,” she said. “I just thought it was the way things were done. God. I was so jealous of Kathy. She wouldn’t stop going on about it, telling me how your cock was really big, that sort of thing.” “Well, she wasn’t lying about that,” Garrett said, waggling his eyebrows. “Yeah, I’m sure,” Jodie grinned back at him. “Anyway, it wasn’t such a bad experience. Made me wise up a little. I never sucked on a man’s cock again after that…except when I fancied the guy.” She collapsed in a fit of giggles. I was really surprised at her behaviour. She was no prude and often joined in with rowdy banter when we were with a group of my friends, but she had never been quite like this. I put it down to the alcohol and perhaps the excitement of meeting her teenage fantasy. Still, I thought it might be for the best if we left now, before she got too drunk. As soon as we had finished our drinks I stood up, preparing to leave. “Hey,” Garrett said. “It’s my turn to get the drinks.” “I was just…” I began before Jodie interrupted. “No wait. Let me,” she said, digging out some Euros from her purse. “I want to get rid of this change before we leave Paris anyway. Can you go up to the bar for me, Glenn?” “Well, it’s getting kind of late and…” “What do you mean? It’s early yet, and our hotel’s only across the road. Here,” she said, handing me the change in her hand. I shrugged and walked over to the bar. Although it was deserted in the area we were sitting in, there were plenty of patrons standing near the counter. It took me quite a while to get served and when I had the three bottles in my hand I found it difficult to pass through the crowd without spilling the beer. In the end I decided to walk back to the booth from the other side. I almost dropped the bottles when I saw what was going on inside the booth. Garrett was leaning over at my wife’s chest. She had pulled down one of the spaghetti straps holding up her dress and he was feasting on her bare breast, licking and sucking it. Jodie’s hand held his head down at her chest while she stared straight ahead in the direction she was expecting me to come back from. It was obvious that she was keeping a lookout, ready to pull her dress back together as soon as she saw me turn the corner. I quickly stepped behind a pillar and continued to watch. His hand began to grope one of her tits through her dress while he kept sucking on the one that was bare. I felt my heart beating rapidly and my cock pounding against my shorts as I watched my wife letting all this happen. Part of my mind was telling me to rush over there and give him a good hiding. The other part said stay and watch. I stayed where I was. After about thirty seconds Jodie must have got scared that I might catch them at it. She would know that I’d be back very soon. She pulled Garrett away and scooped her boob back in her dress and rearranged the strap. I quickly made my way back, barging through the crowd, spilling a lot of the beer, to arrive back the way they expected. I sat beside Jodie and looked between her and Garrett. Neither of them made any show of nervousness, although they glanced at each other from time to time. My cock was still hard, begging for release. I wanted to see him to do it again, to feel up my wife’s tits, grope them and suck on them. Starlust We chatted about this and that for a few minutes and then I stood up, telling them that I needed to use the toilet. I quickly walked to the vantage point I had had before, hoping that they would take advantage of my absence once again. I wasn’t disappointed. His hands were all over her as they kissed each other passionately, his tongue probing between her lips. I couldn’t see beneath the table but I was sure that he had one hand between her legs, up her dress, feeling the dampness of her panties, and maybe more. After a couple of minutes Jodie broke off the embrace to keep a look out for my return. I could see them discussing something but I couldn’t hear what. I made my way back again, trying to keep my breathing even, not wanting to let on what I had seen. This time I noticed that Jodie’s eyes were alight with passion. The arousal she was feeling was plain to see. I stole a glance at the prominent bulge in Garrett’s crotch and began to wonder how big his cock was, whether it was bigger than mine, whether Jodie wanted it. Garrett stood up and told us that he was going to the toilet. As soon as he was gone Jodie immediately sprang up from her seat and said that she needed to use the Ladies. It didn’t take much working out to realise that they had planned this in advance. To meet somewhere else in the bar, maybe in the toilets, maybe in the alley round the back. They wanted to fuck each other while I sat down here in the booth waiting for them. The idea of it had my cock just about ready to explode but I was still fearful of the consequences. What if they were arrested? Although Garrett was no longer a star it still might make a juicy bit of scandal for the papers back home. Jodie would never live it down if all our family and friends knew what she had got up to. “I think we should leave now,” I gripped her arm firmly to stop her following him. “You can do it in the hotel.” “What? What are you talking about? Why should I go back to the hotel to use the toilet?” “I wasn’t talking about using the toilet. I meant you can do what you were just about to do back in the hotel.” “You mean..?” she faltered after a long pause. “I saw you, both times, the kissing and groping. What were you going to do? Go into the Men’s room and fuck him in there?” She paused for several moments, unsure what to say, whether she should admit it. Finally she answered. “Yes. Well, I don’t know. Maybe. If we thought we could get away with it. You mean you want me to do it? To fuck him, back at the hotel?” “Yes.” “But why?” “Let’s just look on it as playing the Fantasy Fuck game. You get to fuck your celebrity.” “But what are you going to do? Stay here and wait? How am I going to ask him back to the hotel?” “Leave it up to me,” I said. A few minutes later Garrett returned to the booth. He was visibly disappointed, if not angry, that Jodie had stayed at the booth with me instead of following him. I wondered whether he thought my wife was a prick tease. He must have thought he had no chance of fucking her while I was around. He stood up by the booth and quickly downed his bottle of beer. “Well,” he said when he had finished. “I guess I better be going.” “Nice meeting you,” I said, giving him a firm handshake. “I know my wife has found it a most pleasurable experience.” “The pleasure was all mine,” he replied with a smirk. He had no idea that I knew what had gone on. “Shame we left our camera back at the hotel. I know Jodie would have loved to have a photo of the two of you together. Say, why don’t I run over and get it? Our hotel’s only across the road. Oh no, you’re in a hurry aren’t you? Well, if you’re leaving anyway, maybe Jodie could take you up to our room on the way out and you could take a few snaps there. It won’t take a minute.” “Yeah, I could do that,” Garrett said nonchalantly, although I could tell that he was very, very pleased that I had come up with this idea. “What do you think, Jodie?” I asked. “What a good idea,” she said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek as she stood up from the booth. “Call me on my mobile when you’re done,” I whispered to her as she passed by to follow Garrett out of the bar. I looked out of the window to see them walking across the street. Garrett had his hand on my wife’s ass as they hurried along, trying to get up to the privacy of the hotel room as quickly as they could. I sat on my own in the booth, imagining what would be happening up in our hotel room. I began to picture Garrett taking my wife’s clothes off, then kissing her, feeling the contours of her body, touching her in the most intimate of places, and finally entering her pussy and fucking her with his cock. My erection was throbbing inside the confines of my shorts. I walked over to the toilets and locked myself inside a cubicle. I unzipped myself, pulled out my cock and jerked off, shooting spurts of cum over the toilet seat as I concentrated on the images I had seen before of Garrett groping and kissing my wife. After wiping myself off I got myself another beer at the bar and went back to the booth to wait for Jodie’s phone call. An hour later I was still there waiting. I thought that they would just have a quickie and be done with it, but they seemed to be taking their time. He must have been fucking her in different ways, different positions, forgetting about me completely. My cock soon grew hard again as I thought about what they were doing. About an hour and a half after they had left my mobile phone finally rang. “Jodie?” I asked urgently. “Is that you?” “Yes,” she said in a quietly satisfied voice. “He’s gone now. Why don’t you come up?” I quickly exited the bar and ran across the road to our hotel. I used my key to open our room door and found my wife alone, lying on the bed, stark naked, her legs spread apart before me. She smiled at me with a soft glow of pleasure. I looked at her in anticipation. “Well?” was all I could say. “Oh Glenn. Thank you. It was wonderful. Just like I’d always dreamed of, for years.” “Did he know that I knew you were going to do it?” “Yes. Well, not at first. As soon as we came in the room he threw me on the bed and pulled up my skirt. He didn’t even take off my panties, just pulled them to one side and stuck his cock inside me. God, he fucked me so hard. It was incredible. It didn’t take long for him to cum and he wanted to leave, in case you came looking for us. That’s when I told him that he didn’t have to leave yet, not if he wanted more.” I leaned over her prone figure and kissed her, my tongue probing into her mouth. There was a slightly bitter taste on her lips and I suddenly realised that she must have gone down on him. “Did you suck his cock too?” I asked. “Yes,” she nodded. “God. He was amazing. He came three times. Once in my mouth and twice in my pussy. Oooh, I can feel it still inside me.” I looked down at the matted hairs of her bush, feeling drawn towards her pussy. I began to kiss her breasts, working down her body, planting my lips on her belly, until I reached between her legs. I ran my tongue along her groove, tasting another man’s jism for the first time. Jodie gasped as she felt me licking her most sensitive parts. She reached forward and unzipped me, pulling out my cock and gripping it in her fist. I pushed her further down on the bed and teased her sopping wet opening with the head of my cock. Then I thrust forward, ramming my cock inside her. “Oh Glenn, yes – do it hard – fuck me hard – just like he did.” I grabbed hold of the cheeks of her ass and pistoned my cock in and out of her juicy cunt. I looked down at her tits, remembering the incredible sight of Garrett sucking on them back in the bar. I leaned down and gently took her nipples between my lips. “Oooh yeah – go on – suck my tits – harder – like he did…” I held both her tits in my hand as I sucked them, my buttocks bobbing up and down, driving my cock deeper into her. I could feel Garrett’s juices in there, sloshing around. There was something really dirty about that, dirty and sexy. Jodie gasped as my body went rigid and the first spurt escaped from my cock. She locked her thighs around me, drawing me deeper inside her as her hips bucked wildly against me. I groaned out loud, feeling intense pleasure as my semen mingled with Garrett’s, flooding her pussy with the cum of two different men. When it was over we lay back side by side and kissed each other passionately. “So, did you enjoy the fantasy fuck then?” I asked her. “Uh-huh. You bet. I guess it’s your turn next. You never told me who your choice would be.” “I don’t know. I never thought about it. How about you? Did you ever have any other fantasy men?” “No. Not really,” she said, then saw the look of disappointment on my face. “Mind you, there’s one or two guys back in our neighbourhood that I’ve fantasised about before. They’re not celebrities, but…” “Well,” I said with a grin. “That’s okay. I don’t see why we should be too strict on the rules of the game.” “No. That’s right,” she grinned back at me as I cuddled up to her in the bed.