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My Wife the TV Celebrity Pt. 01

By: The Big Bopper



An important warning to readers, who could be sensitive about cuckolding stories. I really don't want to offend anybody, so if the prospect of a man hearing about or seeing his wife enjoying sex with another man upsets you, then don't read on. Find some sweetness and light story about a monogamous couple that lives happily ever after. 

Chapter 1

My name is Andrew and I work in the media. I'm in my early thirties ... and I'm the National Sales Director for a major TV network. Yes, it's what they refer to as a high-flying job, heaps of money, lots of perks. On top of all that, I got married only a year ago, for the first time. I waited, probably to make sure I got the right woman. My twenties were almost a total party. Sure, the days were about building my career, but the nights were about drinking good booze and fucking lots of great young women.

So let me tell you about this exciting woman that I married. I met her about two years ago. It's funny, but she was right under my nose. You see, she is one of the network's major up-and-coming stars. She's just turned 30, and drop-dead gorgeous, great figure, curves in all the right places, beautiful face, jet black shoulder-length hair ... sounds too good to be true and, of course, I'm biased. But you should have heard the comments I got when it became known that we were an item, and even more when we got engaged. I mean, nearly every guy at the TV station wanted to come up and tell me how lucky I was.

Her name is Linda, she had moved here from a smaller city and the network immediately made her a co-anchor of the 6 o'clock news, prime time TV in a big market, and relayed to the smaller ones. Her career is on its way. Her natural talent as a communicator is what drew me to her, and we sales guys need those skills too. So I guess that's why we both hit it off.

I asked her out to dinner and she only hesitated for a moment before telling me, "Yes, I'd love to, what night?"

"I was thinking Thursday night," I suggested.

"Sounds good for me, have you got a place in my mind?"

"Sure," I confirmed, figuring I would take her to one of my favourite spots, Giuseppes, down on Market Street. I was well known there and that might impress her. I mean, when a woman looks like Linda does, then you have to have everything working for you. Because you just know that you are probably the fifth guy to ask her out this week, and it's only 10am on Monday.

"How do you feel about Italian?" I continued, setting the scene for my Giuseppes suggestion.

"I've had two, couldn't complain, they each knew what they were doing, rang my bells" she responded. That was an early sign to me of just how sharp she was ... quick thinking, great repartee. "Oh shit, you meant food, didn't you," she went on, giving a cute infectious little giggle, "I probably gave away a bit too much there, didn't I?"

I didn't immediately realise it, but the sexual innuendo in that dinner acceptance was a forecast of what was to come in the weeks that followed as my pursuit of Linda became a courtship.

Over dinner that first night, she stunned me by revealing that she was actually married -- still. Turned out the poor schmuck was kind of a childhood sweetheart. They had married in some small-town where she was raised, and he traipsed along behind her as she moved from city to city, TV station to TV station, progressing her career, but doing little for his.

From that first night, Linda captivated me. Not just by her beauty - all men would be - but more so for me by her fabulous personality. It turned out that she was a great conversationalist, and could do 15 minutes on any subject you threw at her. And her sense of humour ... she could zing in a stream of one-liners off the top of her head, or tell some rambling joke that went on for 5 minutes, all the time building to a great punch line.

She was the sort of woman that a guy would be proud to walk into a room with, and within a couple of months, it became clear that she could be mine. But I am jumping ahead.

On that first date, that first night over dinner, amid the one-liners and the longer jokes, and the great conversation, I also experienced how highly sexual this woman was. She caught me by surprise, because first dates are usually pretty innocuous. If both of you feel that it's going well, then neither party wants to say anything out of place for fear of not making it to the second date.

The waiter had just delivered our main course, so we were perhaps about 90 minutes into the evening. I had just finished telling her about a new movie I had caught at a media preview when she floored me with a change of subject, "So Andrew, do you have a degree in fucking, or are you just an average guy who needs to raise his game?"

I definitely choked on my mouthful of food and as I attempted to gulp it down, I reached for my wineglass.

"Whoops, there I go ... too forward, aren't I? I know, I should have waited until after dessert. But hell, it's out there now, so do you like to fuck? I mean, you're not gay, are you? Silly question, isn't it? You wouldn't have asked me out if you were gay, I guess."

By now, I had washed my badly masticated food down with a half glass of sav blanc. But I still hadn't answered her, so Linda pressed for a response, "So Andrew, is it so hard to answer? I hope you like to fuck, and I hope you're good at it, because I am just so into fucking."

Now, I've got to tell you. You meet many people in life who cannot complete a sentence without using one or two expletives. But what has always struck me in the years that I have worked in TV, is the use of profanities in every sentence by TV -- and radio -- personalities, who can then go on air for half-an-hour, or more, and not utter one fuck, shit or cunt. I mean, how do they do it? How can they switch off what obviously comes so naturally to them in everyday life?

I swallowed my food, then my wine, regained my composure, gave the beautiful Linda a warm smile and told her, "I absolutely love fucking, it is the greatest pastime ever invented for both men and women."

She smiled back at me broadly, "Good, so do I ... so answer my question, are you good at it?"

I gave an awkward cough to clear my throat before admitting, "Yes, I think I am. Would you like me to get you some references for you?"

She laughed at my attempt at humour, "No, I am sure that won't be necessary,

it's all great. I am too ... I mean, good at it!" She calmly lifted a fork full of food and daintily slipped it into her mouth. Chewing it down took a long moment and she used the silence of that moment to punctuate her statement to me that she was good at it. Just let it hang there in the air between us. Was that a surge in my cock I felt at her interesting first date revelation.

"Andrew, don't you think that it's important to get that information out there, so we both know where we stand. I mean, here you are, you're a handsome man, and I would think at your age, you would have quite a bit of sexual experience under your belt..." She giggled that cute infectious way again, "I suppose that should be below the belt, not under the belt, he, he, he!"

"Yes, I guess you could say that, I did party hard through my twenties."

"Well, there you are, a decade of experience, and I have my own experience that I would venture to say is substantial ... maybe I should say sufficient. But my point is that you take me out and you're thinking I wonder if I might get into her panties, am I a chance here? Well, I believe in putting it all out front. I'm just trying to make it easier in the dating game. I am out there, telling you that I do like to fuck, and that means that you are a real good chance."

I am sure my face lit up at her startling first date revelation, I know that I forced myself not to break into a grin.

"Not tonight," she continued quickly, cutting off my urge to smile, "I've got the curse tonight, but I'm sure next time, if you want to, we can put our bits together and see how good that might feel."

This time, that was definitely a surge in my cock that I felt. How open and forward was this woman?

We seemed to take quite a long time over dinner, maybe it was the anticipation that she had brought to our possible budding relationship. I know that we were the last to leave the restaurant. We kissed quite passionately in the cab, but neither of us sent our hands into interesting places.

I was already anticipating the second date long before the first was over. After all, by 9pm that first night, Linda had virtually assured me that I would be batting a thousand the next time we went out.

She suggested a movie for our second date, maybe she didn't want to waste time over several hours in a restaurant. In the dark of the theatre, we were like teens groping and feeling each other. Her fingers had aroused my cock to stiffened proportions and kept it in that state for at least two-thirds of the movie.

She had worn a dress -- a short one at that - and one of my hands took advantage of exploring her smooth inner thighs up under the dress. But it was quite tight at the hips and she quite demurely clamped her upper thighs together each time the tips of my fingers got within an inch of her treasured spot. It seemed out of character with all the suggestive talk of fucking on that first night. I hoped that she wasn't going to turn out to be a tease.

When the movie finished, I had difficulty standing up straight and had to adjust the positioning of my hard-on in my trousers and briefs to be able to walk properly.

"Would you mind if I invite myself back to your place?" she whispered encouragingly as the cool outside air hit us as we reached the kerb. Then she followed with, "You might recall, I told you I was married, and my husband will be asleep at my place."

"Oh sure, that sounds great," I agreed, referring to her coming to my place, but not knowing how to handle the third party bit. I quickly turned to hail a cab. The kissing and the groping continued on the back seat, keeping me stiff and I am sure moistening her parts, although she managed to still keep my fingers at bay down between her upper thighs.

We reached my apartment building and I helped her out of the cab, facing us both toward the entrance. But she spun out of my grasp, saying, "Look, that cafe over there is still open, let's stop in and have a late snack."

What, oh no, we were so close to going up to my apartment. I have to confess I couldn't hide my disappointment. A late night snack was the last thing I felt like, unless it entailed sucking on my date's hot clitoris.

She saw my face, "Oh, you sour puss, what's the matter? Tell me Andrew, you weren't counting your chickens before they hatched, were you?"

I tried to put on a I really don't care face, but I doubt that I succeeded, "No, it's alright, Linda, I ... I'm not really hungry I didn't expect for us to be having a snack, not now at least."

"Oh come on, don't be a spoil sport, I feel like chewing on something long, rounded and firm, sort of reddy-pinkish. I know, I might have a hot dog." She gave that impish giggle again. Boy, that could sure get to me.

You know what, she did, she had a hot dog at 10.30 at night, in the café right across the street from my apartment building. She must have made eating it last for 20 minutes. She took it out of the roll, held it between her slender fingers and drew it up to her lips. She would suck on it, then bare her teeth and nibble at the end of it before biting off the smallest piece and chewing on it for ages. It must have been the most seductive eating of a hot dog that I had ever seen.

Then she took the sliced roll that her frankfurter had come in, liberally spread butter on it, asked the waitress for a strawberry and positioned that at the top of the buttered sliced open part. The inference was that the strawberry was a clitoris at the top of spread pubic lips. She handed it across to the table to me, "Andrew, since I am so enjoying this long firm morsel, I thought you might like to suck on my strawberry."

I took the roll with the strawberry from her and played her game, licking the strawberry suggestively, our eyes watching each other closely. When she pushed the last tiny piece of frankfurter in between her teeth, I chewed the strawberry out of the roll and placed it down on the table.

"Oh, aren't you going to eat all of mine, Andrew? Pretty please!" and she gave me this very seductive look.

I took her hand, pulled her up from the table, dragged her toward the door of the café, throwing money at the waitress as I passed her. After overcoming the shock of being lifted from her chair, Linda began that giggle that I had quickly learned to love, and by the time we were back on the street, it had become a cheeky full-throated laugh.

I pulled her across to my apartment building, fumbled in my wallet for the card key to access the building and rushed her across the small foyer to the elevators.

"Wow, you must have enjoyed our little game," Linda said, referring to the fun she had had eating her frankfurter. She reached her hand to touch the front of my trousers, feeling my erection was hard there. "Ooh, I see that you did, do you want to play any more?"

The elevator doors opened and we entered. I touched my floor button as I pushed my date to the back wall of the elevator and moved in for the kiss. It was an extremely passionate ride up to my level. We kissed and fondled and touched anywhere that could be considered erogenous. I at last got my fingers up inside her dress, pushing the hem up in front to the very top of her thighs, my fingers at last making contact with her panties. They were wet, saturated from her juices. Linda was breathing heavily, sounding as turned on as I was.

I got the front door of my apartment open quickly and she followed me as I led the way straight to my bedroom, each of us shedding clothes as we went. Our first sex together was a wild, frenzied event, beginning with removing the last threads of clothing that remained. Immediately, my head bobbed down between her parted thighs to emulate what she had just had me do to the strawberry in the cafe, while she literally dragged my body around on top of her into a 69 position and took my real live frankfurter into her mouth.

We continued that way until we both came. Although I am sure that we both craved intercourse after all the sexual innuendo that had preceded this coupling, we were content to let it wait until after we had both cum in the quickest possible way.

Within an hour, we were at it again, this time with my cock inside her beautiful warm cunt and we strung that out for a bit, both just enjoying each other's bodies in a more relaxing way.

Linda told me the very next day that she was immediately filing for divorce. From that wonderful night on, we just both considered that we were meant for each other, and 12 months later we married.

Chapter 2 

A year into our marriage, Linda got the big break that she had always wanted. She had said to me from the outset that reading news was only a means to an end. She wanted to be a much bigger all-round TV personality. The network declared that they were starting a new weekly variety show, with the imaginative title of The Tonight Show. Linda auditioned to be the host, and after several nerve-wracking days, she won the job.

The first week, she was obviously quite nervous, but she covered that well, made her guests feel at ease, and most importantly, won the ratings for the time slot. The network was ecstatic, she was on her way to being a TV star.

The night of her second weekly Tonight Show, the nerves were gone, she was on top of her game. I went along to the studio to encourage Linda. I was invited to sit up in the green room with her guests, but instead elected to watch from in among the live audience. The famed Hollywood actor, Jake G********* was the main guest, and his star quality sure overshadowed the other lesser celebrities on the show that night.

I could detect a buzz among the women around me in the audience when Jake came out. Linda started with a couple of make the guest feel comfortable type questions and, although it was probably his tenth interview on this whistle-stop movie promotion tour, he looked genuinely happy to be there. I was pleased for my wife that it appeared to be going so well.

In fact, as the interview progressed, I detected that both Linda and Jake were actually flirting with each other, steamy innuendo flowed from both of them. I wondered if I might be imagining it until I heard the older woman in front of me whisper to her husband, "Looks like she's gonna get laid by a movie star tonight."

Her husband chuckled, whispering back, "It's an absolute certainty, lucky prick."

I wanted to lean my head over between them and inform them that wouldn't be happening. But then my attention was drawn to the younger woman on my left telling her boyfriend, "My God, will they get through the show before she lets him fuck her?"

"Yeah, she's definitely got the hots for him," her boyfriend concurred.

I wanted to stand up in the audience and tell them all, "She definitely won't be fucking Jake, because she's my wife, and she loves me, and she wouldn't do that." Of course, I didn't ... not exactly the right image for the network sales director in defending the honour of his beautiful wife.

I couldn't wait for the show to finish. I left the audience to their imaginative presumptions as they began to file out of the studio, and hurried off backstage. I went down the dressing room corridor until I reached the door of Linda's personal change room. I knocked on the door and turned the handle in one smooth operation. She wasn't there.

I retreated back into the corridor and continued past several more doors. One opened as I approached and, with relief, saw that it was Linda coming out of a room that had the name of the celebrity film actor on the door. "Oh, there you are," I said to my wife, "what's happening now, are we going home?"

As I pulled her into my arms, I saw that her face was quite flushed, her lips very moist. "Oh darling, I ... I, err, I was just thanking Jake for contributing to such a great interview. Did you like it, Andrew, wasn't he good? Wasn't the whole show good? Oh darling, I am on such a high."

"Yes," I said encouragingly, "it should rate its pants off," reflecting on whether that was the correct expression at that moment. Maybe behind that door she had just come from, there were pants off.

Linda gave me a very affectionate kiss, "Oh God Andrew, it will take me an age to come down from this high. I am running on the adrenaline of the show. Listen darling, a few of us are going to party on for a little while, at one of the hotel bars down the road. You've got to work tomorrow, so if you want to go home, I'll be fine. I'll grab a cab soon, I won't be that late."

"No honey, I'll come too," I told her.

She seemed quite surprised that I intended to, "Oh, err, okay then, it should be alright. Err, why don't you wait outside in the studio, I'll just go and get my make-up off. I won't be long."

Did she not want me to tag along? Linda definitely seemed hesitant about my intention to join them. That probably made me more determined. I waited about 20 minutes out in the now nearly deserted TV studio. Eventually, I heard them all coming down the corridor before I saw them. There was my Linda walking alongside the actor Jake, they were behind another couple that I guessed were associated with the movie star's entourage. There were two more couples behind them, in all 4 guys and 4 women.

Linda saw me standing waiting, unsure of how I would be accepted into this already clicky group. Linda was great, she broke away to come over and took my hand, turning us back toward the others, "Hey everybody, meet my husband Andrew, he's coming with us."


My Wife the TV Celebrity Pt. 01



I shook hands with the guys and got kisses from each of the women. Then we all headed out toward the street. There were two cabs waiting at the kerb. Linda jumped into the back of one with Jake and one of the other couples, the woman on the other side of Jake in the back and the guy in the front alongside the driver.

Linda wound the window down and called to me, "Darling, there's no more room in this one, jump in the next with the other guys."

"Where are we going?" I asked anxiously.

Linda turned back inside the cab and I heard her ask Jake, "Which hotel are you in?" Complete with an answer, Linda looked back out at me, "The Sheraton darling, I'll see you there."

I went back to the second cab. Fortunately, it was a big vehicle and I was able to sit in a sort of jump seat in front of the back seat. I definitely was feeling like the odd one out. Still, I was determined to accompany my wife, I personally felt it was important. In our two short years together, I had not seen her quite so flirty with another man.

We arrived at Jake's hotel and as I alighted from the cab, I looked to see Linda entering the hotel alongside Jake, the large palm of one of his hands firmly grasping one of her perfect arse cheeks.

I turned to check that my new-found companions had settled the cab fare, and then headed toward the hotel doors, in pursuit of the famed actor and my beautiful wife. Once inside, I turned toward the bar. Wow, it was all happening here, a noisy crowd at 11.30 on a Thursday night. At the far end of the bar, I spotted Linda standing with her back to me. Even from behind, she was a sight to behold. What red-blooded man wouldn't see that fine female form, the symmetrical curve of her arse, the superbly shaped legs from beneath her short dress, as she stood proudly on thin high heels ... and think 'I want that.'

As I got closer, I saw her new friend, Jake on the other side of her. They were standing very close, talking to each other to the exclusion of all around them. They were so close together that they were in each other's space ... their bodies just touching in parts. I hung back a little as I approached, trying to equate what I was watching with the reality of my married life.

The other 4 that I had just shared a cab with came up behind me, sweeping me along as they attempted to rejoin Jake and his new female friend -- my very own wife. Drinks were organised and Linda broke away from her intense dialogue with Jake. I tended to hang back on the outer circle of this group of 8. With the exception of Linda, they all knew each other, being part of Jake's entourage -- some might call hangers-on. But Linda, being such a beautiful, desirable young woman, and a local TV celebrity, albeit for only 15 minutes, had been warmly accepted into the clique. Her husband - me, looking more and more irrelevant as each round of drinks went down, wasn't even making up the numbers. I was making it odd and that just didn't compute with this group.

I tried, I really did, I laughed along, even tried to contribute a gag or an anecdote to entertain the others, but everything seemed to fall flat. Eventually, after we had been at the bar for nearly an hour, and it was now well past midnight, my Linda stepped out of the tight circle to wrap her arms around my neck, bringing her face up close to mine.

"Darling," she said quietly to me, her voice only just audible above the noisy din of the crowded bar, "this is awkward, but I need to ask you for a leave pass. Can you try to understand, Andrew, I am in the company of one of Hollywood's current top ten actors and he is hitting on me. I have had a crush on Jake for years..."

I interrupted her, "I didn't know that, you've never said."

"Well, seriously darling, I have, and I've seen every movie he's made. I love you so very much, but I just can't turn around and walk away from this opportunity. I couldn't live with myself, and I am imagining the reactions if I had to tell my friends how I turned my back on Jake G*********. Darling, the only reason a woman would turn her back on Jake would be to let him have her arse if he wanted it."

Was this my sweet loving wife talking to me? We were both a little intoxicated now, but not that much. I heard every word she said, but they didn't make a lot of sense to me. Did she really think that I would just hand over my wife to this big film star? I wanted to tell her no, I didn't agree, that she was coming home with me now, but then I thought of how embarrassed she would be if I did that, if I made a scene right here in this crowded bar. There might even be some paparazzi lurking here in the bar and, on the morning after the second program of her successful new TV show, she could be in the paper for all the wrong reasons.

So, stupidly, meekly, I said to my adorable wife, "Oh okay honey!" What on earth does that mean, 'oh okay honey?' By saying that, did I infer, 'sure, go right ahead and let this American actor fuck your brains out.'

Her beautiful face lit up, "Oh Andrew, I am so lucky, you are one in a million, and I promise I will make it up to you." She leaned in and gave me a passionate wet kiss right there at the bar. "Will you be okay? I mean, are you horny? Would you like me to do something before you go home? I mean, should I give you a blow job, I could sneak you into the ladies room and do it, wouldn't that be a buzz? Or maybe just a hand job, it's so crowded here, I could do that right now, right here. Wouldn't that be so exciting? New TV star wanks her husband in crowded bar, can you see the headlines?"

I felt her hand moulding the shape of my half erection within the confines of my trousers. Then she lowered the zip and I felt her warm fingers reach into my jocks and take a firm hold. "Hold my arse, darling," she whispered in my ear as she began to tug firmly on my now rapidly hardening erection.

I hadn't even said yes to her asking if I wanted a hand job. She just decided to do it, and the atmosphere in this bar was electric and sexual, and my wife was hot, and for the first time in many hours, I had her full attention. I enfolded my arms around her curvaceous body and each palm gripped an arse cheek, folding her into me while her hand did its exciting work inside the fly of my trousers. My breathing quickened, my breaths coming out in gasps. All the while, her eyes watched mine intently, listening to my breathing, gauging the moment when I would blow.

It was getting nearer and I began to wish I had accepted the blow job offer. How much better it would have been to expel my cum into Linda's warm and inviting mouth in a tiny cubicle of the ladies room. Instead, I knew that this was going to be messy. My wife never let up with her intense strokes up and down my shaft, her palm wrapping over the head on the end of each up stroke, only to plunge back down to where my cock met my balls and she would begin another long stroke. Faster and faster until suddenly my cock was exploding within her hold, and it was suddenly very wet against my belly inside my underpants.

Another long deep kiss from my wife and then almost patronisingly, she whispered "That's a good boy, right on cue. Do you feel better now. Darling?"

Did I feel better? Well, I just got my rocks off, but I don't know how much better I felt. I guess she had just bought me off, cheaply at that. Because the culmination of my wet release was that she was now cleared to take her hand away and use it and some of her more intimate parts on the actor who leaned back against the bar, watching my wife and I with a rather bemused look.

I felt my wife's hand slip off my wet cock. Then it reappeared out of my trouser fly and she zipped me up with her free hand while the one that had just wanked me to a powerful finish went up to her open mouth and she licked and sucked all of my cum from it. I have to say that did look sexy.

"Why don't you head home now darling?" she urged, "don't wait up for me, but I will wake you when I get home." Linda turned away and I was left, generally sexually satisfied, but gobsmacked that I was watching my wife slip back up close to the actor. Then I saw Jake's arm come around and hold her arse tightly, possessively and he looked over her shoulder at me ... he was smiling.

I turned and walked toward the door to the lobby, but I never went through it. Just as I was about to leave the bar, I turned and looked back. None of the group I had just left was watching my departure. I turned and headed into the darker confines of the room, away from the actual bar and found a table from where I had a good view of the Jake and Linda group. It was very dark where I sat, so I was confident that I couldn't be seen.

I had stayed because I was curious whether my wife's actions would become more sexual once she was satisfied that I had left. They did, I watched a lot of touching between Jake and Linda, her hand softly stroking his face, his hair while his hands wouldn't leave her arse alone. His palms passed over the smoothness of her cheeks in that tight dress. Then every now and then, he would stiffen one finger and slide it down between the curves of her cheeks, tracing the line of her arse cleavage. He would stop that finger right where you would imagine her anus would be and then he would push that stiffened finger in tightly at her dress, indenting it. His finger pressure was so hard that I would see her body rise up on her toes until she would be forced to use her own hand to try to knock his offending arm and hand away.

Meeting little resistance from my wife, Jake at last leaned in and kissed her full on the mouth. She looked to willingly offer her lips and I imagined that her mouth would have easily opened and that his tongue was now playing with hers. I saw her hands come up and she touched his face on both cheeks and then her fingers tangled in his hair and she used her palms to hold his head firmly, keeping his face to hers.

How did I feel watching this sexual ritual, seeing my wife use all the moves that I expected she would only do with me? I was intensely jealous, I wished that I could stop it before she went on to make the ultimate sacrifice, which by now, looked certain to follow as soon as they could find themselves alone. Yet, I didn't try to stop it, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. I watched and watched, fascinated to see my beautiful loving wife in the arms of another man. My cock, so recently satiated, was again stiff and hard, seemingly turned on by watching Linda with Jake.

His kiss seemed to have pulverised her, she was like jelly in his arms now, laying against his body. He lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered something to her. She raised her head to look into his eyes. It looked like she wasn't necessarily approving of whatever he suggested, because she used her head to give him a negative response.

Undaunted, he tried again and whispered in her ear once more, his hands sliding down and gripping her thighs on each side. As he continued to talk intimately to her, his palms tugged the hem of her dress up higher on each side. It passed mid thigh and continued on. What was he up to? How far would he lift her dress in this crowded bar? Was he testing her, seeing how far her limits would be? My wife was a highly sexual woman, but she wasn't an exhibitionist.

More of more of the backs of her thighs came into view. I knew how long her legs were and as I watched her dress continue to be slid higher and higher, I knew that the hem was now almost at the bottom of her arse. I expected to see the lower curve appear where the thighs creased with the bottom of her arse cheeks. Yes, there it was, I could just make out her pantied crotch from behind. I looked around nervously, wondering how many others in that crowded bar could see the display of my wife's charms. Remarkably, nobody else seemed to have noticed what was going on at the end of the bar.

Jake had ceased talking to her and they were kissing again. My wife had made no attempt to stop his hands lifting her dress. It was like she was sexually hypnotised. They broke their latest kiss, his hands left her hips, the bottom of her dress was bunched around her arse, the tops of her thighs obvious, the cheeks of her bottom quite exposed by her brief panties.

Linda lowered her hands from his head, stepped back away from the actor. She turned her head and looked around the bar nervously, possibly looking to see if anyone was watching her. She couldn't see me in the shadows, perving on the seduction of my own wife. Her hands descended to her hips, then her fingers slipped under the dress hem on each side. It was like she was feeling around for her panties.

Then, to my astonishment, her hands reappeared from beneath the dress, tugging her panties down over her hips, sliding them further down over her shapely thighs. When her panties cleared her knees, she brought her feet together and they fell in a pool around her shoes. She paused for a moment and stared down at the silky material at her feet. Then she bent from the waist to reach down and retrieve the panties, the move causing her dress to ride up on her arse that was stretched by her manoeuvre. I saw the perfect shape of those twin globes and the crease of her arse split by the move. If it wasn't so dark in the bar, I am sure I would have seen the pucker of her anus as her cheeks momentarily spread by bending her body forward.

All too quickly, she straightened again and the bare arse moment was gone. Her panties were draped from one finger and she passed them under Jake's nose twice. He reached up and took them from her and slipped them into his pocket. Goodness me, if it hadn't been my own wife doing that, I would have considered it one of the sexiest things I had ever seen.

Slowly and seemingly with little embarrassment, her hands pushed the tight dress back down to cover two thirds of her thighs. Jake slammed his glass down onto the bar, threw some cash down after it and then took my wife's arm and steered her toward the exit. The others in the group looked after them in surprise. There seemed not to have been any formal goodnights. Suddenly, Jake and Linda were leaving.

I rose from my table in the darkest part of the bar and followed toward the exit, maintaining a respectable distance between the pending lovers and myself. I cleared the noise of the bar and suddenly found myself in the stark well-lit lobby of the hotel. Looking across to the elevators, I saw the couple disappearing into one. I walked steadily across the lobby and, nearing the elevators, I watched the lights above indicate an express trip up to the 17th floor. I pressed for another car and used that one to take me up to 17. I didn't have a clear idea of what I might do when I got to 17.

I stepped out and looked both ways down the long corridor. Nobody in sight! I guessed that a movie star would have a suite and most hotels put the suites at the end of the corridors. I turned to the left, all the way to the end and nervously listened at that door. Then I walked all the way to the right hand end and pressed my ear to that door. I thought I heard voices and the sound of a woman laughing, but nothing loud enough to identify if that was my wife inside.

I realised this was futile and would achieve nothing. Their sexual tryst was now to be carried on in private, eliminating my ability to watch the seduction of my wife any further. I returned toward the elevators, only to hear the ding sound of an approaching car. Guessing that Jake's entourage would probably be housed on the same floor, I turned so that I was looking away when the doors opened. I heard a noisy bunch of people behind me, and they walked around me, failing to notice that I was the man who had been part of their group until half an hour ago.

The six of them headed down the corridor to the right, confirming to me that the suite that I had stood outside and heard voices, was probably Jake's. I rode the elevator down to the lobby and left the hotel. I called a cab and on the way home, I sat mentally viewing the events that I guessed would now be happening up in that suite on the 17th floor. It had been more than 5 minutes since Linda and Jake had found themselves alone together in his suite. I knew that the minute her dress was gone, there would be no barrier to her cunt, since her panties were in his jacket pocket. I figured that by now, Jake's cock was penetrating my beautiful wife's hot cunt. I reached down and held by hard-on tightly until the cab pulled up outside my building and I rode up to my darkened apartment alone.

Chapter 3 

It was only 1am when I put the key in the door in the apartment that I shared with my lovely wife, Linda. But it appeared that she would not be home here with me tonight. How long would it be before I would see her again? Could I expect to see her before daylight? I had no idea.

I went to the bathroom and took a pee that was badly needed after putting away a few drinks at the Sheraton bar. Then I discarded my trousers and underpants, the latter were wet and messy and I threw them in the wash basket. I inspected my trousers and wondered whether the dry cleaning process could easily remove cum stains.

I pulled on some trackies and went out to the living room to watch some TV. I accepted that there would be no way that I could sleep if I went to bed. My head was full of visions that my own mind was creating, imaginary pictures of what might be happening in that suite on the 17th Floor at the downtown Sheraton.

I did pause to think about my wife's safety. I know that Jake is a recognisable film star, so it wasn't like she was out with some unidentifiable jerk. But neither Linda nor I knew anything of his quirks or fetishes. What if he asked her to do something she didn't like? Should I have stayed within the hotel, so that she could call on me for help if things turned bad?

Then as I stared glassy-eyed at the TV, failing to absorb anything that was happening on the screen in front of me, my mind drifted the other way. What if she was enjoying sex with Jake too much? What if he were some stud lover that would spoil sex with me forever?

Oh, it was all too much to ponder, too much to stress over. I tried to just reassure myself that Hollywood actor Jake would be either just average in bed, or maybe even a dud fuck. Yes, that's the image that I wanted to keep as I stared at the TV, trying to make some sense of what was on the screen.

I know that I saw 2am and then 3am come and go, but somewhere after 3, I actually managed to drift off into sleep. I woke with a start at 5.30, thinking that I heard a key in the door, but it was a false alarm. One of my neighbours must have dropped something out in the hallway.

I figured that I wouldn't make it back to sleep again, so I dragged my tired body into the shower. My cock was still big and aroused and I considered beating off as the warm soapy water cascaded down over my naked body. I took a hold of my shaft and began milking it, determined to seek some relief that might ease the nervous tension I still felt at the all night absence of my wife.

With some final powerful jerks, my cum splattered against the shower screen and I turned the shower flow at it to wash away my seed. I stepped out, towelled off, went to the bedroom and dressed ready for work, then to the kitchen to have a coffee and get myself some breakfast.

I finished eating at 6.30, putting yesterday's newspaper in the bin after reading it cover to cover. I heard the key in the door, this time it would be Linda. I waited in the kitchen and she appeared in the doorway. My beautiful wife did look a bit dishevelled. Totally in character with what I had been imagining as I lay on the sofa through the night, she actually looked like she had just experienced a night of solid fucking.




My Wife the TV Celebrity Pt. 01



Her hair was no longer neat and coiffured, her dress was crumpled and appeared to have some stains on it. I think she might have reapplied lipstick, but the rest of her make-up looked to be a day old. "So, how did it go?" I asked her stony-faced, as she stood there, looking back at me, perhaps anxious to see what my reaction to her all night absence would be.

"Are you mad at me," she asked sheepishly, ignoring my leading question, "please don't be angry, Andrew?"

I could have milked the sympathy out of her, but what I wanted most was to hug and caress my beautiful wife, in spite of how she may have just abused our marriage. I stood up, came around the kitchen table, held out my arms to her. She quickly closed the gap between us, throwing her body tightly up against mine.

For a moment, she squashed her cheek to my chest. She was shaking, then I realised that she was sobbing. "Hey honey, what is it? Are you alright?" I asked.

"Yes, yes darling, I'm okay, really I am. It's just that I'm so upset that I may have screwed up our marriage. I don't know what got into me..."

"Jake, I would say," I threw in on impulse, attempting to lighten the moment.

"Oh no, that's crude ... please don't make light of it, please. I think I need you to be angry, to tell me how I did a dreadful thing."

"So just what did you do, Linda?" I threw it out there, testing to see how much she might want to tell me. I don't know why, but I was curious to know just what went on up there on the 17th floor of the Sheraton. Just how far would she go with another man, and would she do it with any other man ... or was it only because he was a famous film actor?

"I ... err, we ... oh shit, he ... oh God, I don't know how to say it. But letting him fuck me was probably your worst nightmare, Andrew. Is that right, would that be the worst case scenario for you?"

"Possibly honey, it depends on whether fucking him was the worst thing you did in the past few hours."

"What do you mean by that?" she lifted her head off my chest and looked up at me curiously, "what's worse than my fucking him?"

"You tell me, you're the one with a story to tell."

"I don't think I want to. Why don't we just leave it that I did the wrong thing by you, and I am hopelessly sorry, and I am begging you to forgive me."

I stared down into her tear-stained eyes, her make-up smudged, her lips a little puffy, probably from being kissed too much. "I think I deserve to know what happened between you two ... that's if we're to move on."

"Really?" she looked like she wasn't convinced, "why would you want to hear any of it? Won't it hurt you?"

"Well, it might honey, but it could also help me understand why you would want to do it. Have I been inadequate for you?"

"Oh dear God no," she insisted, as I had expected she would. Our sex life had always seemed very satisfactory. "Never think that, Andrew, you are just right for me."

"Well what then?" I probed, searching for some detail, although unsure of why I wanted to hear it.

"Other women would understand, I'm sure. Darling, it's just who he is, Jake is such a major movie star, I mean internationally. And forget whether he is married or has a girlfriend, or whatever. Last night after my show, he wanted me. Of all the women in the world, he wanted me. To kiss and to fondle, and caress and touch, and ... well, you know, to fuck too."

"Yes, and..."

"And what?"

"So was it good for you? Was he good at it? Did you cum?"

"Oh my God, do you really need to know all that stuff?"

"I'm afraid I do, honey, if we are to move on. Come on, let it all out. So you went up to his room and he closed the door and the two of you were alone for the first time."

"Oh shit, this is going to be hard. Can I sit down, I've had a fair bit to drink. How about we go sit on the lounge?"

I led her into our living room and we plonked down alongside each other. "So where was I?" she led with, possibly hoping that I would give up on my search for information.

"Jake had just closed his hotel room door behind you two, and you were alone with him."

"Yes well, I ... err, he came over to me and swept me into his arms, kissing me furiously, and his hands were all up and down my back and all over my arse."

"Were you a bit frightened, or nervous?"  "No, I don't think so. I have to admit that I was liking it and I was kissing back and there was heaps of tongue and I was getting turned on in a big way. We were still standing in the middle of the room and I felt his hands pulling my dress up. He must have pulled the hem clear up to my arse. I felt his fingers touching me there on my soft skin."  "That's right, you had taken your panties off, hadn't you?"

She stared at me, open-mouthed, "How do you know?"

"I saw you at the bar. Shit, you were so sexy."

"What do you mean you saw me at the bar? You were gone by then."

"Err, not quite honey, I doubled back and watched you from a table across the room."

"What? Why did you do that?"

"I didn't feel good leaving you with him."

"Ohh, that's so sweet!" and she stretched her hand across and rested it on my thigh, just above my knee. Then continuing, "Well, his fingers felt so good touching and tickling my arse, and I told him so. He said he liked women's arses and said he would like to fuck me in there if it was alright with me."

"What? What did you say?"

"I just said that we'd see, no commitment."

"And did he, later I mean?"

"Hold on, do you want to hear this or not?"

"Yeah, sure, I'm sorry."

"Well, the next thing I know he's worked the zip of my dress down and it's coming off. And then we sort of somehow shuffled together toward the big bed. I mean, he didn't push me there and I didn't pull him there. We were just suddenly falling onto the bed. Then he had my bra off and I was naked and it was all feeling so good. I mean, his lips and mouth and tongue were just devouring my breasts, and my nipples were so hard. And his fingers were all around my crotch. God, one minute he was pushing them into me, and the next he had them rolling around on my clit."

"Did you cum?"

"Not then, but I did soon after, because he went down on me. You know with his mouth and pretty soon, I just came and came."

"So he was good, eh?"

"Yeah, good enough to get me off, but darling, I have to tell you, he wasn't ... like, sensational. He was just quite good, no better than you."

"Are you sure," I asked uncertainly.

"Yes, I'm sure," she reassured me, moving her hand further up my thigh until she came in contact -- through my trousers -- with my firm hard-on. "What's this?" she asked, startled.

"What do you think it is?"

"Oh God darling, I know what it is, but why are you so big?" Her fingers had now encircled it, outlining the shape, testing its rigidity, finding it rock hard.

"I can't tell you, because I don't know. You gave me a hand job before I came home, and I just knocked one more off in the shower. God Linda, it won't go down."

"Is it from what I'm telling you? Are you turned on by hearing what I did with him?"

"I ... err, maybe! But I don't know why. It doesn't make me happy to hear of what you did with him, but I am just so fascinated, like we are two different people."

She gave me almost a look of contempt that signalled to me that the sympathy was over. "You're weird, Andrew."

"Weird or not honey, are you going to tell me any more?"

"Damn, I shouldn't really. But I felt so awful coming home in the cab that I figured that I owed you anything."

"So you had just cum from his licking your clit."

"Yes, well, I watched him kick his trousers off, and then I got to see it. Nothing special, darling, so you don't have to stress about size or anything like that. Anyway, I was as wet as, so he put it in straight away. I thought I might cum again ... in fact, I sort of expected it. But Jake was pretty excited by this time, and he had had a few drinks."

"So he came quickly."

"Yes, pretty quick!"

"Was he embarrassed, did he offer all sorts of excuses?"

"Yeah, a few. Anyway Andrew, we just fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. We probably slept for a couple of hours. I woke before him and I just lay there looking at his face in the semi-dark. It was one of those pinch-me moments. I just looked at him, stunned that I had just been fucked by a famous Hollywood actor. My God, what a buzz!"

"Since it's now dawn, I guess you two did it again?"

"Oh, did we what? He eventually woke up and he was hard again. He rolled me over and he kissed and played with my arse for ... oh, I don't know, maybe half an hour. I was so turned on again. Then he said he wanted to take me up the arse."

"Shit, so what did you say?"

"Well, as I've told you darling, I have done that before. You will recall I offered my arse to you when we married, but you said that didn't interest you."

"Yeah, I seem to remember you saying that you actually like it that way."

"Yes, it has its moments. So anyway, he was quite insistent and I thought it can't do any harm. It wasn't like he had such a big cock that it would hurt me. I mean, he was just average size, so I let him have his way."

"Shit, was he gentle?"

"At first very gentle, but after he got the head in, he must have got a bit carried away with how good it was feeling. He became a bit of a battering ram, but that's okay. I'm just a bit sore, will be for a day or two."

"Any more after that?"

"No, that was it, once in each hole," she admitted crudely.

"So was the whole thing worth it?'

"Darling Andrew, if it stuffs up our marriage, it wasn't worth it. But if you are okay, if you can handle it, then yes, it was definitely worth it."

"Would you do it again?"

"Probably not ... at least not with him."

"What? You would do it with someone else?"

She looked very sheepish, "There's still a couple more actors, and one or two rock stars that I would have a hard time saying no to. But who knows if they will ever tour here, and come on my show. I hope that doesn't make me a slut in your eyes."   

"No it doesn't, as you can see, it actually excites me."

She was still holding a firm grip on my hard-on. She unzipped my trousers and released my erection, immediately bending over it and swallowing my shaft into her wet luscious mouth. I came inside that warm mouth within 2 minutes.

To be continued in Part 2



My Wife the TV Celebrity Pt. 02



An important warning to readers: there is some cuckolding that goes on here, and if that offends you, do not read on. If you are okay with that theme, please enjoy the story (I am sure you will) and cast a supportive and encouraging vote. 

The story so far:

I am the head of sales for a TV network. My name is Andrew and I am in my early 30's. A year ago, I married the network's up-and-coming TV star. My wife Linda has been the news co-anchor, but a few weeks ago, she secured the hosting spot for a new networked Tonight Show. The second week of the show going on air, she interviewed a famous visiting Hollywood movie actor. After the show, she asked my approval to give her a one-night leave pass from our marriage so that she could go back to Jake's hotel suite and have sex with him.

* 

It was a spring Saturday night and Linda and I had been invited to a dinner party at the mansion of the TV network's chairman, Ron Perlman and his wife Janice. We didn't know who else was going to be there, only that there would be just two more couples.

We drove up to the huge two-storey house that stood on 5 acres, just 40 miles out of town, a real country estate adjacent to the city. I parked our car on the grand gravel driveway and walked around to open the door for Linda. I appreciated the eyeful I got as she swung one leg out before the other, flashing a long expanse of smooth tanned thigh and the vee of her panties.

She just smiled when she saw the look on my face, "Andrew, you are such a perve, but I love you anyway." She gave me a peck on the cheek, "By the way, I never told you that Mr Perlman is the one that made the final decision in my favour for me to get the Tonight Show gig."

"Really," I expressed my surprise, "normally programming would have made that call, or at least the CEO."

"Maybe so, but this one went all the way to the top."

Our feet were crunching on the gravel driveway as we approached the big front door. "Actually darling, programming didn't want a woman, they were opting for John Hall, but Mr Perlman overruled them."

We climbed the 3 steps to the front door and I pressed the bell, "John's good, quite a talent, you did well to beat him, and all without falling onto the casting couch." I really don't know why I added that last bit. As it came out, I thought how silly it sounded and I added a chuckle to overcome my embarrassment.

But Linda wasn't laughing, "How appropriate for you to mention a casting couch, Andrew, let's just say Mr Perlman got what he wanted, and I got what I wanted."

The front door opened just as my head spun around to look at my wife. She was smiling back sweetly at me, that butter wouldn't melt in the mouth expression. She immediately turned away to smile hello to the person who opened the front door. It was Janice Perlman.

"Good evening you two, you're the first here and you're right on time. That's the trait of a good newsreader, eh," and Janice smiled at her own observation, "please come in."

My mouth was probably still open, aghast at the revelation my beautiful wife had laid on me just as the door was opened. It's all in the timing and, as I tried to sort out my thoughts, I figured that Linda had purposely raised the subject at this very moment. Now I would have to sit and make small talk all evening, wondering about the casting couch inference. Had this man -- the company chairman -- had my wife as payment for endorsing her to host the Tonight Show?

I followed my wife through the door and Linda and I waited while Janice closed the front door behind us and led the way toward the first room off to the left. It turned out to be a living room and as we entered it, the chairman appeared through another door at the other end of the room.

"Ah Linda ... and err, Andrew isn't it?" He stepped right up to Linda, taking her hands in his and planting a kiss firmly on her lips. "So wonderful to see you both, glad you could make it." Despite my being network sales manager, I had not come across the chairman much, hence his dismissive tone toward me.

Ron Perlman continued to hold on to Linda's hands as he made some quiet small talk with her and his wife Janice turned to make similar conversation with me. Given the new information just laid on me, I was curious to know what Ron and Linda were talking about. Eventually, they turned to involve Janice and I as well.

As Janice began to tell us about the grand mansion that they lived in, I noticed my wife shuffling from one foot to the other. "I am sorry to be so rude," she said to Linda, interrupting the hostess, "but I really need to pee so badly. Could I use your bathroom?"

I was surprised because Linda had not indicated any such urgency in the nearly one hour drive over here. Coinciding with her urgent need, the doorbell rang. Ron quickly spoke up, "Janice, you go get the door, I will show Linda here to our bathroom."

Janice obediently left us, back through the same doorway by which we had entered this room, intent on greeting the next arrivals. After watching Janice leave, I turned back just in time to see Ron whisking my wife out through that other door. I was left standing there alone in the living room, study, whatever.

I heard voices outside as Janice greeted more guests. I was left to have my eyes wander around the room, amusing myself at checking out the artefacts, the paintings, the photos. After what seemed an eternity just to greet people at the front door, Janice reappeared. A couple followed her into the room, it was the CEO of the TV network, Larry Collins and his wife, Susan. I was relieved because I worked with him on a daily basis, whereas I would have only met the chairman on two, maybe three occasions.

Janice offered us all drinks and made them herself before the doorbell rang yet again and she excused herself. Larry enquired of me, "Where is the lovely Linda tonight, surely you didn't come on your own?"

"No, I certainly did not, she would be the one to get this invite. Err, she's ... she felt an urgent need to go to the toilet just after we arrived. Ron ... err, Mr Perlman took her off to show her where the bathroom was."

Larry's response sounded strange to me, "I am sure he did."

I was curious, what did he mean by that? Coming on top of the startling revelation that Linda had hit me with as we arrived, I wanted to quiz Larry on what he meant, but at that moment, Janice reappeared, bringing with her the latest couple. It was the producer/director of my wife's Tonight Show, a bit of a crazy guy, Felix ... he was not married and he had a strange looking young woman with him. Not specifically attractive, but a distinctive looking woman, who maybe looked a bit of a tart, to use an old expression.

The new couple was given drinks and Janice steered us all out through the door that Ron and my Linda had exited through. We were ushered out onto a balcony that took full advantage of the late afternoon setting sun. On our way through the ground floor of the house, I had seen no sign of Ron or Linda. Since it had now been at least 15 minutes since Linda excused herself to answer the call of nature, I was very curious as to what was keeping her.

I joined in a circle of conversation out on the back balcony, it included the producer's tart, our hostess Janice and the network CEO Larry. While I pretended to participate, my attention was on watching for a sign of Linda or our host Ron reappearing.

Their absence must have been approaching 25 minutes before Ron came through the doors from the house out onto the balcony, making himself appear larger than life as he worked his way around greeting all of his guests. A full minute behind him, Linda appeared. She seemed a bit self-conscious and was fiddling with her clothing, sort of checking it all to make sure it was all where it should be.

I broke away from the riveting conversation of my group and stepped over to intercept Linda before she reached the group she was heading for. "Where the hell have you been?"

"Oh ... err, nowhere special, just checking out the house."

"I thought you rushed off to take a pee."

"Oh, yes I did, yes!"

"Well, that was nearly half an hour ago, your bladder's not that big."

She gave me a contemptuous look, "Are you clock-watching me?"

"I wouldn't normally, but when your absence is so noticeable."

She looked anxious, "Did anyone say anything, was Janice concerned?"

"Why do you single out Janice to be concerned?"

Linda looked around furtively, then pushed me further away from the others. "I have got myself into a bit of a predicament, Andrew."

"In what way ... how?"

"Please don't get angry with me, at least not here, among all these people. Coming over in the car, I made a spur-of-the-moment decision to let you know that I didn't get the Tonight Show gig entirely on my on-screen talent. Ron Perlman played a big part. I guess I panicked, thinking that something might come up tonight and I didn't want you to be totally in the dark."

"So that actor Jake wasn't the first time you cheated on me?"

"Darling, cheating on you sounds awful when you say it like that. I didn't do anything purposely to disrespect you as my husband. I just used my femininity to get what I wanted."

"So you let Ron Perlman fuck you to get the gig?"

"Oh darling, that's a crude way of putting it, but essentially, yes."

"So that was when and where?"

"In his office, 24 hours before it was announced that I would be hosting."

"Was it just the once?"

"Yes it was ... err, that is, until tonight."

"What? You mean, you've just fucked him. My God Linda, we only just got here."

"Well, you see, he made it clear that first time that I would have to make several instalments. We weren't quite sure how we were going to pull it off. Do you think anyone else was suspicious?"

"I don't know, Larry did ask where you were, but I didn't hear anyone else say anything."

"I was worried most about Janice and you, being the respective spouses. Not that it seemed to bother Ron. If I hadn't spoken up, we'd still be there."

"So was that sudden need to pee some sort of signal?"

My Linda laughed, "Yes, you could say that. You see, I found out that first time with him in his office that he has the odd fetish. He ... err, how can I say this delicately? He ... err, he likes to watch women peeing."

"What, why would he get a kick out of that?"

"Darling, I don't know. I've always thought men are curious creatures, a lot of guys like a lot of different things. The peeing thing is just one of them. So anyway, he called me yesterday and said he was going to have to find a way to have me tonight. He was just sort of warning me to be expecting something. So, remembering his peeing thing from my first meeting with him, I decided to spring that on him the minute I walked in. Tell me, was it believable?"

"Yes, I guess so, I must say I didn't think anything more of it until you were gone so long. Then I started to get suspicious."

"Yes, I told him that we had to make it quick."

"So tell me what happened, how did you two do it, where did you go?"

"Oh darling, see there you go, I said so many guys have different turn-on's. Look at you, almost salivating to hear how I had sex with another man. Andrew, you are becoming weird."

"And Linda, you are becoming a sex-pot."

"No darling, I've always been that, you are only just beginning to find that out."

"So what happened?"

"Oh damn you, look, we really have to get back to the others. It will look odd if we stay here off to the side chatting."

"No, not until you tell me."

"Oh shit, alright. I said I had to go to the toilet, so he whisked me upstairs to the bathroom adjacent to their master bedroom."

"Did you really need to go?"

"Normally, going out for the night, I would have had a pee before leaving the house. But, having planned to need to go the minute we arrived here, I hadn't peed since about 2 o'clock. In the car, I was starting to feel the need, but I wasn't up to crossing my legs or jumping around on the spot. So when we got out of the car, there was a natural urge. I had timed it just right, so I asked to go to the toilet and, on cue, he showed me where."

"So how does he go about watching you, and does it embarrass you, to do it in front of him?"

"Well, when we got into the small bathroom, must be the littlest room in this whole house, he told me to take my dress off. He helped with the zip and so I got it off quickly. I was so conscious of time, but he didn't seem concerned. I was in only my bra and panties, and my garter and stockings."

"You don't wear a garter and stockings all that often?"

"No, I don't, but I knew what was going to happen, knew that he was going to want to see me with my dress off. This is the man who gave me my big break, I was determined to please him."

"I wish you pleased me that much."

"I don't hear you complaining very often."

"Never mind, keep going."

Linda looked around to see if any of the others were watching us. Obviously satisfied that they weren't, she suddenly reached a hand down and grasped the bulge in my crotch. "You horny bastard, this is turning you on, isn't it. God, I can't get over you, wanting to know all this stuff."

"Don't stop now, Linda."

"Alright, well he got down on his knees in front of me and pulled my panties down. Fortunately, I had pulled them on over my garter straps. I kicked them off when he lowered them down to my feet and I stood with my legs apart. He was touching me there, his fingers felt good, stroking the skin either side of my lips, pulling the lips apart. I told him if he kept that up, he would get a face full of pee. I warned him I couldn't hold it back, his touching was weakening my hold on the muscles. So he let me sit down on the toilet seat, he actually held by hips and guided me down. He said to me 'okay, start now.'"

"Wow, you really were working to his timetable."

'Yes ... so I started, a few spurts at first, but then it began to flow. I felt his hand between my spread thighs, then he put his fingers under me ... oh my God, in the flow. I felt it splash onto the underside of my legs. He just played his fingers in my pee and then just as I was ending, he took those fingers and stuck them in his mouth and sucked all my pee off them. Andrew, this guy is seriously weird."

"I have read about peeing, honey, he hasn't asked you to pee on him, has he?"

"No, at least not yet. Anyway, when I had totally finished, he had me stand up and he stuck his tongue out and licked me. I guess he was licking off the last drops the way I would normally wipe it away with toilet tissue. But of course, by his licking down there, it quickly became sexual. It went from licking off drops to licking along my inner lips and on my clitoris. I had a hard time standing up. I placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself and he went right ahead and licked until I came. My God, my legs were shaking, I thought I was going to fall over. Then he got up, unzipped himself, lifted my arse onto the vanity, and shoved his cock into me. I was so wet that I was ready for it and he banged away inside of me for, perhaps a couple of minutes, and then he came."

"Did you cum again?"

"Yeah, sort of."

"Well, did you or didn't you, there's no sort of."

"Darling, I was just trying to spare you. I don't think you want to hear about me enjoying myself with another man."

"If you're going to go out and do this stuff, then I do want to hear everything. Don't hold back."

"Okay, well I did cum again ... powerfully. And now after two big o's, my whole body is tingling, and he says he is going to have me again before we go home, so you better expect another absence sometime tonight." I must have had a forlorn look on my face, "See, I told you that you mightn't like hearing it all."

"No, it's okay honey, I can take it, just so long as we get to make love when we get home tonight.'

"That's a promise, darling, I know I do it owe it to you."

"Does anybody else around here know that I'm the poor schmuck whose wife is putting out?"

"I don't know, I don't think so, unless Ron talks, boasts about how he's had me. I don't think he would, I think he wants to protect his wife from hearing that stuff."

We rejoined the others just as Janice summoned everybody to the dining room. What a good night it was, great food, good company, great conversations. I enjoyed the privilege of being in the company of the TV network's chairman and the CEO, although I knew it was as the husband of their new network star, not in my own capacity as their head sales guy.

We got so much into just soaking up the ambience of the night that I had almost forgotten that Linda had told me to prepare for our host to spirit her away from the dinner party and have her again. About 10.30, after dessert had been enjoyed, we were invited to adjourn to the theatrette. Yes, the chairman actually had a darkened room specially constructed for watching movies or TV shows. It was quite a large room with deep lounge chairs.

We all carried our glasses with us and sank into the deep lounge chairs. The chairman gave a little speech, told us we were in for a treat, seeing a compilation video montage of past Tonight Show hosts, both from this network and others. I looked around and through the low lighting, Linda waved to me from a comfortable chair way back in the corner.

The chairman finished his introductory speech and went to the back of the room, picked up a remote that dimmed the lights to really dark and the presentation began on the large screen. It was quite entertaining, with a lot of laughs. 17 minutes, he had told us in his introduction. When the clips finished and the screen went black, the lights came up and we all stirred from our languor. The alcohol mixed with the darkness had lulled most of us into a drowsy state.

With much wiping of eyes to wake ourselves up, we filed out of the cosy theatrette. Linda suddenly sidled up alongside me and hooked her arm into mine. "Did you enjoy that, darling?" she asked.

"Yes, it was quite good," I told her truthfully, "how about you?"

"Didn't see a thing," she said, steering me down a separate corridor from the one that everybody else used to return to the dining room. She glanced back behind us, checking to see if we were walking alone. Convinced we were, she used her free hand to raise her dress up to her waist in front. She unhooked her arm from mine and used that hand to take one of mine down to her pubis. She pulled the crotch to one side, "Finger me," she whispered.

I pushed two fingers into the wetness of her spread labia and found her vaginal entrance. It was sloppy wet, thick with a creamy substance that I had to push my fingers through just to get inside her to the first knuckle. "My God, you are so wet." I said, turning to look at her.

"That's not just mine," she said, backing up against the wall, her legs spread, her eyes glazing as my fingers foraged inside her. "Don't you know what that is?"

The realisation hit me like running into a brick wall, "That's Ron's cum, isn't it?"

"Yes!" she whispered sensually, "it's fresh, only minutes old."

"But when, how did you do it, and where?"

"We just had a 15 minute fuck in the next room from where you were watching the TV. He knew it went 17 minutes, so as he dimmed the lights, he was already dragging me out of the chair I had just relaxed into. The room next door was his study, he bent me over his desk, face down, lifted my dress in back, tugged my panties off and was inside me in what couldn't have been more than 60 seconds from my leaving the chair. But it wasn't a quickie, he really worked me over. God, I came a couple more times. His fingers helped on my clit because doing it doggie style, his cock doesn't work the clitoris the way it does in missionary position. Each time I came, he slowed down to let me really soak up the intense feelings. Gradually, he really built up the pace, I heard him say '2 minutes' from up behind me as his cock pounded away inside me. I said 'what's 2 minutes?' and he said 'until the show ends next door.' I began to panic, I screamed at him to get it done. I don't know if that's what he wanted, but suddenly he was blasting his cum into me. As he pulled out and pulled my panties back up for me, he said '30 seconds.' We both stumbled back into the theatrette with about 5 seconds to spare. So as I said, that cum inside me that you're stirring with your fingers is very fresh, not 5 minutes old."




My Wife the TV Celebrity Pt. 02



That seemed to make me work my fingers even stronger inside her sloppy wet vagina. Her open palm grasped my crotch and momentarily manipulated my hard shaft within the confinement of my trousers. Then she used her hold of my package to push me away, my fingers plopping out of her. "God, feel that, you are so hard, you really do like this, don't you, my horny husband. Save it till we get home, come on, let's go tell them all goodnight. I want you at home."

I stood there in that hallway, one arm stretched in front of me. My fingers were coated with my wife's natural juices, but mixed with another man's cum. Linda let the crotch of her panties snap back into place, her dress dropped back down in front and she stepped closer to me. She sucked my fingers into her mouth, drinking down Ron's cum until I withdrew my fingers from between her lips, and they were almost dry.

We hurried back to the others, said our goodnights to everybody and rushed home where I gave my lovely wife a mind-blowing fuck that left us both exhausted and drained, with nothing left in the tank.

Chapter 5 

I had never liked Phil Jameson, the network's chief programmer. In fact, he was nearly everything I disliked in another male. He was a loudmouth, a bully, a over-the-top womaniser, arrogant and opinionated. You get the message, only his mother could love him, and even then, you would have to wonder why. We had both worked our way up working for the network and had long been competitors for future promotion.

Some of my colleagues warned me that being married to the up-and-coming network star could actually work against me for elevation to the upper echelon of management. They suggested that it could be perceived that my efforts in selling advertising time on the network might be weighted into programs that my wife presented to make her appear more saleable to clients.

One September afternoon, my wife dropped into my office with the latest news. "Darling, you don't have to worry about me fucking Ron Perlman any more. He just called me to his office to tell me that he wants to distance himself from me with the Tonight Show contract renewal due. He claims he actually felt guilty about using the casting couch ploy to get me the hosting gig. Now he says I have to earn renewal on my record."

"Wow, that's good honey, for me ... but how do you feel about that? You are such a sexpot that you will probably miss him."

"I did enjoy the excitement and furtive, frantic nature of the times we did it in dangerous places and on tight timetables. But all the time, I felt guilty that I was being dishonest to you and our marriage. Ron says that it will be Larry's (the CEO) call."

"You will be safe with him, honey. I can't imagine him cheating on Susan."

"No, neither can I, darling."

"So I get my wife back, I don't have to share her any more."

"Oh don't say that, I feel bad enough as it is. You know Andrew, that I only did it to further my career. Hosting the Tonight Show has a much higher profile than reading the nightly news."

Linda's initial Tonight Show contract was only for 13 weekly shows and that short season was running out. With 3 to go, many of us were scheduled to attend the big advertising convention in another city. Our network would be an exhibitor with a big budget stand at the accompanying trade show. We were all expected to woo and entertain managers from our network affiliates plus the major advertisers.

All the plans were in place for the big convention over the coming weekend. A string of rooms had been booked for executives and talent alike. At least the network saved on ours with Linda and I each entitled to our own rooms, but being married, we would obviously be sharing.

The day before we flew out, Linda rushed into my office with her latest scoop, "Darling, you are not going to believe this. Larry's just resigned."

"What? No way!" I rose out of my chair from the shock of her revelation, but there was more to come.

"He's going to head up another network, so they told him to clear out his desk and be out of the building in an hour."

My mind was whirling, "That's gonna leave a big hole at the top."

"Yeah, well don't get carried away, darling. Phil's already jumped into it."

"What? Oh my God, it gets worse. Phil, of all people, he was insufferable before, now he will just be intolerable. Boy, they sure acted quickly."

"The rumour is that they couldn't waste any time because they needed to present a united front at the convention. I'm told they are just preparing the press release now."

I was shattered, I had always harboured expectations of rising to CEO of the network, but I hadn't even bothered to lobby just yet because I expected Larry to be with us for years.

I made an effort to go looking for Phil that afternoon, intending to wish him well, even though I didn't mean it. But he was closeted away in meetings with Ron and the board. So the first I saw of Phil was the next day on the flight to the convention city. He accepted my best wishes about as believably as I offered them. As I have already suggested, there was no love lost between us.

The stand at the trade show looked great and we were certainly the best of the networks. While I was obliged to be on the stand the whole of each day, Linda was only scheduled to attend from 2 to 4pm each afternoon. She had been promoted as such a star now that the network felt that her presence would attract advertisers and affiliated station execs to come to our stand within those hours especially to meet her.

On the second day there, Linda had just completed her two hours and she and I were discussing what we might do for dinner that night when Phil sidled up behind my wife. She jumped and I immediately assumed that the letch had goosed her. She turned and glared at him while I bristled inside, trying to decide if I should haul off and hit him or just verbally abuse him.

"Easy now Linda," he told her, stepping around in front of her, virtually stepping between us. "Might I remind you that it is contract renewal time for the Tonight Show. The chairman has told me it's entirely my call this time, so I'd suggest you better be nice to me, starting with dinner tonight."

What? How dare he, I had to cut in despite his attempting to cut me out of the conversation. "I'm sorry Phil, but we've made arrangements for dinner tonight. Maybe you can catch up with Linda tomorrow."

He turned his head around to give me his best look of contempt, the feeling was mutual, "I don't believe I was talking to you, Andrew." Then he turned back to face my wife, "How's seven, in the dining room here at the hotel."

Linda struggled to support me, but I guess she was equally conscious of how important it was to secure that contract renewal. "Phil, Andrew and I did have dinner plans for tonight..."

"Well, that's too bad, I guess Andrew's going to be eating alone. I'll see you at seven, dress sexy sweetheart, I like a bit of glamour in my dinner dates."

Phil stormed off before another word could be said. "Dinner dates, what does he think that's all about?" I said to my wife testily.

Linda looked defensively at me, "Darling, I don't know any more than you do."

"I hope that Ron hasn't been giving him any clues."

"Andrew, I hardly think so. Ron always struck me as such an honourable man. I am sure he wouldn't blab about what he and I did."

"I sure hope not," I said, my thoughts dark about the intrusion of Phil in our lives.

By the time the trade show component of the convention finished for the day, it was nearly 6.30 and I hurried back to our room. I opened the door to see my beautiful Linda seated at the dressing table and mirror, clad only in the skimpiest of underwear, applying her make-up.

Tired from a full day on my feet, I sat down on our bed, alongside her dress laid out for the night. It was one of her most daring, a red number where the vee in front was slashed to the waist, definitely not a garment that she could wear a bra with. She had obviously already decided that because she was naked above the waist as she sat putting the finishing touches to her make-up. In the mirror, I could see her perky breasts sitting up in near perfect formation.

"So you're doing what he asked?" I challenged.

"What are you talking about?"

"He told you to dress sexy, and you are."

"Not for him, darling. I was always going to wear this dress tonight. I only brought sexy dresses with me, knowing how important it is to impress the clients and the network affiliates."

"But this red one, honey ... couldn't you have toned it down a bit for him."

"Now Andrew, don't you go getting all jealous on me, it's just dinner."

"You might think it's just dinner Linda, but I know this prick. He would do anything to score one over me."

Linda became cross with me, raising her voice, "It's not about you, Andrew. This meeting is to extend my time on the Tonight Show, not some petty squabble that you two have perpetuated for years."

"It's hardly petty, but I tell you what, it's war now. I could tolerate it when we were on an even footing, but now he's wielding the power, and he will use you to get at me."

"Oh Andrew, just grow up," my wife admonished me, standing up and turning to face me. God, she is beautiful, I sat there taking in the sight of this startling looking woman who stood before me -- my wife. Stockings, not pantie hose, the stay-up kind too, in a pale red nylon that would match the dress she was about to partially cover all this with. Her panties were brief, but how brief was only revealed when she momentarily turned back to pick up her earrings. It was actually a g-string - a thong and it struggled to cover either her pubis in front or her arse in back.

She stepped over alongside me and my nostrils flared, inhaling the discreet perfume. Was that aroma coming from her wrists, behind her ears, between her breasts, or from the pubis that was so tantalisingly close to my face as she scooped up her dress and began to wriggle into what there was of it.

She stepped into the matching red high heels ... she was indeed the very essence of The Lady in Red. "Wish me luck," she said, pausing to plant a kiss on my forehead, then adroitly stepping out of my grasping hands and heading for the door.

"Be good," I called out to her.

"I'll be very, very good," she said sexually and ominously as she opened the door, and in a moment she was gone, and I was alone in our room.

I dragged myself up, had a shower, got redressed and went downstairs, thinking that maybe I could find a dark spot to watch she and Phil from. But unlike the bar that night of her second show, which was very dark, the dining room here in this hotel was brightly lit and I would be spotted the moment I stepped inside. I headed for the bar to drown my sorrows instead.

I must have spent at least two hours in the bar. I was a bit sozzled when I eventually left, stopping to step outside the hotel, to grab a pizza across the street and adjourn to our room. Linda was still not back from her dinner date.

A bit after ten, the phone rang. "Yes," I answered.

"Andrew, it's Phil here, I think maybe you better come up to my suite."

Instinctively, I panicked, "Why, where's Linda, is she okay?"

"Yeah sure, she's just fine, Andrew, we're getting on famously. I just thought that maybe you should be here with us. We're in 1102, end of the hall, away from the elevators."

What did he mean 'you should be here with us?' My hands clenched into fists, "Why is she in your room, Phil? Surely dinner is over, I really think you should let her come back to me now."

"Now don't be a party pooper, Andrew. Come up and join us, suite 1102." He hung up in my ear.

How come he's in a suite? I quickly became angry that he -- who had always been equal to me in the company -- now was lauding it up in a suite, impressing my wife. I guessed that he must have taken over Larry's booking. I picked up my room tag and headed off to the elevators to make my way to Suite 1102.

I knocked on the door. It opened, Phil's arrogant head appearing around the door's edge. I saw his bare shoulders too, wondered why he was shirtless.

"Come in, Andrew," invited my nemesis.

"What's going on here?" I queried, unwilling to enter Phil's suite, hesitant about what I might see inside. Was Phil just bare-chested, or when the door swung fully open, would he be naked? And if he was, what state of clothing would my wife be wearing?

"Come on pal, don't stand out there in the hall, I've invited you in."

Reluctantly, I pressed past him, through the half open doorway, relieved to see that he was wearing trousers. I entered the suite, found that this was a lounge area, with deep comfortable chairs, two singles and a two-seater. There was Linda, sitting on the two-seater, her legs crossed, an ample display of thigh exposed in that raunchy red dress. "Are you okay?" I asked my wife anxiously.

She nodded, adding a quiet "Yes!" I walked over toward her, stood close by and turned waiting for Phil to close the door and come back into the room.

Checking out my wife from closer range, I noticed that her hair wasn't as neatly coiffured as when she left our room tonight. It looked like she or someone had run their fingers through it. In my concerned state, I couldn't help but admire the twin globes, the smooth rounded twin orbs revealed by the deep vee of her dress. But there were dark marks on her smooth skin, were they love bites? It was hard to tell without getting real close to examine the bruise-like marks.

Phil had come across to me by now and I turned to face him, "Why did you invite me up here? What's going on, Phil?"

"Now, don't be like that, Andrew. Let's not get off on the wrong foot, just because I'm now CEO, which you will understand makes me your boss. I'm sure we can work together."

"I'm yet to be convinced about that, Phil. I just don't trust you, never have."

"Umm, I thought that might be the case, buddy."

"Phil, one thing I'm not is your buddy." I turned to face my wife, "Come on honey, it might be time for us to go."

"I can't, Andrew," she informed me.

"Why not, come on, let's get out of here ... now!"

Phil intervened, "I'm afraid not, Andrew. You see, Linda and I are still negotiating the renewal of her contract. Being new to this job, I wasn't too sure of the terms of her deal, so I ran it by the chairman, Ron ... you know him, don't you, Andrew?"

"Yes, we've met."

"Sounds like you're not such a great fan of the chairman, Andrew. Maybe you weren't too keen on the original terms of the deal he had with Linda ... is that right, Andrew?"

"That's my business, Phil."

"Surely you do know about those terms, don't you Andrew?"

"Yeah, I know what went on."

"That's very good, Andrew, I did want to make sure that you were fully aware of how your lovely Linda put out for Ron ... as part of the conditions of the contract for her to host the Tonight Show."

"Yeah, yeah, so what are you getting at, Phil?" I certainly didn't like where this was heading.

"I put the terms of renewal to Linda over dinner tonight. She was perhaps a bit surprised at the conditions of renewal, but I think I managed to convince her. Is that right, babe?"

My head spun to see my wife's reaction to this. She didn't say a word, just turned her head to avoid looking at either of us. I looked back to Phil, standing confidently in front of me, his tanned chest bare to the waist.

"I guess you're curious, Andrew. You want to know the terms of that renewal offer I made to Linda. Hey babe, do you want to tell him."

"No!" was all that my wife managed to get out.

"How about that, she's gone quiet, maybe a touch embarrassed to tell you what she's agreed to so that she can hold on to her Tonight Show. Well Andrew, old buddy..."

"I told you Phil, I'm not your buddy," I pretty much hollered at him, my patience ebbing.

"Yes well, she's done a pretty good job of delivering the ratings for the Tonight Show, and everyone at the network is happy with what she's doing. I have offered Linda a 25% pay increase ... I'd say that's pretty generous, wouldn't you Andrew? Are you going to be able to bring in 25% more advertising revenue to pay for that increase? Oh, also my deal calls for a 25% increase in her sexual duties, only that's no longer for Ron. Buddy, I've taken up that option."

"You prick, you have to be kidding. I'm not going to stand idly by and let you get your filthy, grubby paws on my wife." I started toward him, pushing him backwards.

"Easy buddy, don't do something you'll regret later."

I wanted to take him apart, although I wasn't an aggressive person and I figured that I could be outmatched if it came down to something physical. He was cautious, he didn't retaliate and by the time I had cocked a fist ready to plant one on him, Linda was on her feet and restraining me, "Andrew, don't, he's not worth it, think of your job."

I turned my anger toward her, "I'm not going to stand idly by while this prick waltzes into our life and starts fucking you."

"Darling, I want the show, it's who I am now, it's what I want to do more than just about anything. Come on, settle down, we can cope, we can live with this."

"Maybe you can," I spat at her with venom, "but I doubt that I can."

"Please Andrew, I love doing the Tonight Show, I always wanted something like that, and now I have it, I can't let it go ... even if I have to sleep with Phil. Please darling, can we just give it a go? Come on, settle down, sit here with me, let's talk about it."

She eased me down onto the two-seater alongside her and began to reason with me, reassuring me how much she loved me. But she admitted that her desire to do the Tonight Show meant that she would virtually agree to whatever terms were laid on her. I loved her so much, but I didn't know if I could cope with this. But then, I was to learn that Phil hadn't finished with messing with my brain.

Linda calmed me down and convinced me that it would only be sex with Phil, no emotion, no affection and definitely no love. I wasn't happy, but I reluctantly agreed to this new arrangement. I figured what choice did I have? If I couldn't agree, I thought I might lose her, such was her ambition to be the biggest TV star on the network ... and Phil knew that, and was taking advantage of it.

"So what happens now?" I asked, defeated, my shoulders down.

"Glad you asked, Andrew. I naturally can't wait to get my ... what was it you said, Andrew? My filthy grubby paws on her ... well buddy, you were a bit out with that. It's not so much my filthy, grubby paws that I'm gonna lay on her." He was unzipping his trousers, "I thought I might lay this baby inside her tight cunt. Is it tight, Andrew? What do you say? Is your wife's cunt tight?" He pulled his penis out of his trouser fly, it was thick, not fully erect yet. Linda had been holding onto my arm, I felt her whole body tense, her hand tighten her grip as his cock appeared. I think she was trying to tell me to cool it, not to react to Phil's taunting. Or was it some natural womanly instinctive reaction at seeing a new male cock?

"Come on babe, we're on now," he stretched out his hand, indicating that she should come with him. She let go of my arm and stood up, stepping over to him. "That's a good girl," he told her as I watched his hand drop to caress her arse cheeks. He steered her to the doorway on the other side of the room. I guessed that it led the way to the bedroom in this large hotel suite. But then he turned back to me, "Come on Andrew, I've got a spot for you in here too, no reason you should miss out."

What in hell did he mean by that? "Come on," he repeated when I didn't move from where I sat. Reluctantly I rose and walked slowly over toward my wife and Phil, both of their heads turned to see if I was following. Phil's hand was draped across her arse cheeks, grasping her firmly over the smooth lines of the red dress.




My Wife the TV Celebrity Pt. 02



The pair of them squeezed through the open doorway into a bedroom dominated by a huge king size bed. Bedside lamps already illuminated the room. I followed through the open doorway. Phil and Linda had stopped beside a single upright chair that was positioned between the open door and the end of the bed. "Here you are, Andrew, this is your spot, you can watch from here, you'll get a real good view of me fucking your lovely wife, of my cock slicing into her sweet cunt."

Linda was already protesting on my behalf, even before I could raise my own objection, "No Phil, that's awful, don't make him do that, please. You are so cruel ... what makes you so cruel?"

Phil just gave a horrible laugh, "What's wrong with you babe, you told me how he's wanted to watch you getting done, you told me yourself."

"Shush!" she protested, her fingers pressing against his mouth as if it might stop the words coming out, "I should never have said that, I never meant that." She turned around to me, "I'm so sorry, Andrew, it just kind of came out over dinner. I let it slip how turned on you got when I told you about Jake, and about Ron. I never thought it would lead to this." Linda turned fully around until she was again facing Phil, "Please, don't make him watch us, that's so cruel, he doesn't want to see me with you. It will be bad enough for him that he will know you've had me, without actually having to watch it."

"Forget the bleeding heart stuff, babe. That's his seat, now sit in it, Andrew. Come on babe, let's get this thing on together." He smacked her with his open palm on her arse, "Go on, get on the bed now," then turning to me, "For fuck's sake, sit in the fuckin' chair."

My wife was slow to move and Phil reached out and unzipped her dress down the back from collar to waist. The thin strands of material that barely covered each breast fell away in front, exposing Linda to the waist. Instinctively, she reached up to cover each breast with a hand. "No time to be modest now," said Phil, reaching around her from behind, pushing his own hands under hers, grinding the open palms of his hands over each orb, rubbing her nipples into hard rounded points. I watched Linda's head tip back, her eyes half closing in reaction to the sensual touch of his hands on her pert breasts, her hair falling against his shoulders. "You are so hot!" he muttered.

He turned to look at me, muttering "Sit, fuck you!" then with a snarling smirk that I don't think I'll ever forget, his open mouth moved in on my wife's exposed neck. He planted expressive kisses that contained so much aggressive lip movement that it looked like they would leave love bites on her neck and throat while his fingers squeezed and twisted her nipples.

I watched my wife's curvaceous body gyrate against him from the twin effects his fingers and hands had on her nipples while his mouth at her neck raised her body temperature to dangerous levels. I silently and reluctantly eased myself into the viewing chair stationed just beyond the bottom of the large bed.

Phil's head turned enough from his seduction of my wife to see that I had obediently sat down, and with another smirk, he pushed Linda's twisting body down onto the bed. He quickly shed his trousers and boxers, for a moment standing beside the bed totally naked, his erection hard and ready. I saw my wife lying there below him, appearing willing and compliant, and I felt my own cock surge within my trousers in spite of what the sight of his meant for my marriage.

On the bed, Linda twisted around, turning over to lie expectantly on her back, anxiously sneaking furtive glances at me to see how I was handling this. Phil reached out and pulled on the parts of her red dress that still managed to partially cover her lower body. He pulled the material out from under the weight of her body, leaving her only in the tiny thong that I had seen her in while she applied her make-up, and the red stay-up stockings that had so perfectly matched the dress that was now gone.

He stood beside the bed, his frame towering above hers that was prone on the bed, her breathing heavy, her look expectant, waiting for his next move. I wondered if Phil would want her mouth sucking on his cock ... and I wondered too if she was anticipating that too. How would I handle that?

His knee was on the edge of the bed, his weight pushing it down, his hand reached forward to trace his fingers softly along her inner thigh. My wife shuddered at his touch and her thighs appeared to part a little wider. I didn't expect Phil to be this gentle. Linda raised one leg, bending her knee. It appeared to be a positive reaction to his soft touch. He teased her, his fingers stopping just short of her still covered pubis.

With both hands, he reached down and grasped the side strings of her thong and tugged it free of her mound, her hips. I watched my wife acquiesce by lifting the weight of her arse enough to let the thin strip of material snap free of the clamp of the smooth cheeks of her arse. He tugged the strings clear of her ankles and raised the crotch of the flimsy garment to his face, sniffing the aroma from that special part of her.

Phil dropped forward to kneel on the bed, his knees either side of her thighs. One of his hands took a firm grip of his shaft and stroked it until his juices oozed from the eye in the tip. He continued pumping until a clear drop fell on her bare belly. He let go of his own cock as he lowered his body down to cover hers, his mouth devouring first one nipple -- and she gasped aloud -- and then the other.

Her body squirmed around under the oral assault on her breasts ... her nipples. Her hands and arms couldn't keep still. I thought that maybe she wanted to twist her fingers in his hair, pulling his face down tighter on her wondrous orbs, but perhaps out of deference to my feelings, she instead entwined her fingers in the bed sheet.

The heat between these two rose and rose, her breathing heavy from his lips sucking and biting on her nipples. Just when it seemed that she wouldn't be able to take much more, his mouth left her breasts descending down her body, his tongue licking the indent of her navel. Then going lower still, the drool of his wet lips left a moist trail across her smooth flat belly until he planted a soft kiss right on the crease of her outer lips that were moistened by the sensuous activity.

Phil's body twisted around above hers, moving into a classic '69' position. But he kept his hips high, not forcing his hard erection too close to her face. I watched her eyes, looking up lasciviously at the strength of his hard-on. Linda licked her lips, was it in anticipation of having them wrap around that bulging cock-head?

His own mouth was in soft contact with her now spreading outer lips, his tongue eased out to lick gently at her inner labia lips. His hands gripped each thigh, pulling them wider apart. Then her whole body jumped on the bed when his tongue's surface swiped over her budding clitoris. "Oh God, yes!" I distinctly heard her gasp and I knew now that she could not resist, no matter how much she felt my pain. She wanted him and he would have her however he wanted.

His tongue licks became more regular and she gasped a loud release of breath at his every wet touch. I heard a pattern in her breathing emerge that told me that if he could maintain the rhythm, she would be coming so soon. Inevitably, I saw my wife's soft hand reach up to close around Phil's hard cock, tugging it down closer to her face - her mouth. Her lips parted expectantly as she pulled his cock-head between them, her wet tongue snaking forward to lick the eye of his head.

With his own cock-head receiving loving treatment from my wife's warm mouth, Phil seemed to respond more to the task in hand. He pushed her thighs even further apart and his tongue licked and sucked her wide-open pubic parts. With the increased intensity, Linda's moans and appreciative whimpering became louder and I watched her hand pulling on his cock -- and with it his whole lower torso that hovered above her face.

She tugged his shaft into her mouth, pumping it, but then so that her fingers didn't obstruct the tight 'o' grip of her lips around his thrusting shaft, she moved her hands to hold his hips, controlling his thrusts down into her eager waiting mouth. Her gasps and moans from Phil's oral assault on her clitoris were now stifled by the fullness of his cock thrusting hard and deeply into her willing mouth.

Nevertheless, I could hear her gasping breaths reaching a crescendo and knew that her orgasm was near. Phil never let up, his tongue avidly painting her clit until suddenly, she somehow screamed out her release around the cock that continued to thrust most of its length into her sucking mouth. Her lower body humped up and down, carrying his face wedged within the vee of her thighs, as a pulsating and throbbing orgasm claimed her sexy body.

My own cock was near to bursting, hard and hot and still confined within my clothing. My hand dropped down to rest on it. I watched the intensity of her release that must have washed completely over her body. Yet she never eased up on delivering the ultimate pleasure to Phil as his body thrust downward, pushing his hard-on in and out of her mouth, her wet lips sealing the loving grip on his rapidly moving shaft.

I mightn't have to watch my beautiful wife be fucked by my nemesis, as she seemed to doing her best to have him deliver his cum into her mouth - her throat. But then I saw Phil struggling to pull back away from her gripping lips. His body was trying to lift up, but her hands held onto his hips and her lips gripped his cock shaft so tightly. He sounded like he was close too. It was becoming a battle of wills. Surely he would be content to cum inside her mouth ... I knew I would.

Then with a loud plop, Phil managed to pull his hard cock from my wife's mouth and he rolled off her, sliding to one side while Linda seemed to utter a disappointed sigh.

"Oh my God, you are hot!" He muttered to her, lifting his head to look at her face, her lips puffy and very wet from their energetic oral fucking.

She laughed ... yes, while I watched the taking of my wife by this disgusting man, she actually laughed, like she was enjoying herself so much ... like I wasn't even in the room. "I nearly had you there," she boasted, giggling, ignoring my presence, "you were about to cum."

What is this? No Linda please ... don't make sexy banter with this man while he is using you to mentally punish me. I saw his hand reach down between her legs, his fingers slicing around in the pink wetness of her spread open inner lips. "Ummm!" she moaned, her legs squirming around on the bed as she absorbed more pleasure within the target zone that had just delivered her a pounding climax.

His fingers dragged up and over her sensitive clit that had just responded so powerfully. "Oh no, easy please, Phil ... be gentle there, I am so sensitive now."

I watched as he rose up beside her, moving first one leg, and then the other, between hers, "Come on babe, let's fuck!" he told her and I thought I heard her moan an expressive "Ummmmm" before he lowered his face to hers and they kissed noisily.

From my spot at the bottom of the bed, my wife's vagina was now directly facing me, her thighs wide apart. His pelvis was raised as he used his knees to support the weight of his lower body. I could see his big arse and then in profile, I could see his hard-on sticking out hard from below his belly. I watched as he lowered it, saw him make connection, the tip of his cock dipping into the spread pinky wetness of my wife's best parts.

His cock sort of slid around aimlessly, seeking to connect, and then I watched as my wife's hand slipped down between their bodies, grasping his erection and willingly sliding it to where she obviously wanted it -- needed it. "Okay, now ... put it in now!" I clearly heard her urge him, their kiss must have ended. Her other hand folded up over his back and pulled on his body. She was urging this man -- my bitter work enemy -- to fill her waiting body with his cock.

I watched as every inch of his cock pushed slowly up inside Linda's body, saw her vagina spread around the intruder, helping to suck his shaft inside her. Then I continued watching, unblinking, seeing him sink it all the way home inside her until only his balls hung down outside of her body. Then the thrusting began, his arse cheeks dimpling inward as he pushed his cock home hard into Linda's waiting vagina. I listened to the expressive grunts and moans of both of them as they quickly moved into a steady driving rhythm.

Then all too soon, I saw their intense thrusting movements reaching a crescendo. From the sounds that filled the room, I knew that his coming was not far away, but would Linda's body respond again to this man. Just when I thought that he was going to cum alone, I saw my wife lift and wrap her ankles around his arse and her hands grabbed at each arse cheek, urging him into her, screaming out, "Wait for me, I'm almost there!"

And then she was - and he was - and the room was noisy with lust satisfied.

I almost couldn't believe what I had just watched. I was amazed that I had sat passively in a chair in this hotel suite, watching another man fucking my beautiful wife. Why did I do it? Why did I let it happen? Because I couldn't really stop it! This arrogant spiteful man now had control over both my wife and myself. I tried to convince myself that Linda did it only because she had to, but I kept recalling the incredible enthusiasm she seemed to throw into the fucking. And above all of that, I had to admit that actually watching it turned me on.

Self consciously, my open palm rubbed across the clothing that covered my rampant hard-on. Yes, I wanted to get at it and wank off until I came. But overcoming that raw need, was the fear of embarrassment and ridicule I would suffer from Phil.

"Oh babe, you are hot ... I knew you'd be hot ... you are just a natural fucker." Phil's voice was loud, that was just the way he was.

On the other hand, my wife was softly spoken, at least for now, possibly embarrassed at what she had just done ... or what I had been forced to watch. "Shush, don't say that, I'm not really!"

"Baby, you went off like a firecracker, and the way you move your hot cunt. God, I had to fight off cumming sooner."

I saw Linda's face peep around the bulk of Phil, whose body remained in the grip of her spread thighs. She let her legs slip back down to the flat of the bed and I saw Phil pulling his body back, pulling his deflating cock from within my wife's body. I heard a moan escape from her mouth as she felt the retreating movement of his shaft against her tender sensitive clit and labia lips.

He lifted himself from between her legs and I could now see my lovely wife again, her legs still spread. I could see the puffy just used outer lips and already a trail of white creamy fluid escaping down over her perineum and into the crack of her arse that was flattened on the bed.

Linda lifted her head up to look down over her naked body to see me, still sitting obediently in my allocated viewing chair. "Are you okay, Andrew?" she enquired tentatively, "I mean, are you upset at me?"

Phil cut in with an answer to her question of me, "He's not upset, he enjoyed that. It was an education to him to see how a real man can tame you."

"Oh shut up, Phil, you insensitive prick," my wife lashed out.

"Yeah, well if you don't think he enjoyed it, get him to take his cock out of his trousers then," challenged our new boss.

"No, he doesn't have to do that."

"Yes he does, he is hiding a solid hard-on in there, I'm telling you, your husband was so turned on by watching me fuck you that he is busting to get one off. Go on girl, get down there and help your husband. Unzip him and give him the blow job he deserves."

"Oh Phil, don't be so crass."

"I'm telling you, that's what he needs. I'm a man, I know what he's going through."

I was in two minds. I desperately wanted my beautiful wife to unzip my trouser fly, reach that smooth warm hand of hers into my underpants and pull out my stiffy and use her mouth to give it her full attention. But I also wanted the ground to open up and swallow me up right where I sat. Did I really want my wife to see my highly aroused state and know that it got that way from watching her with Phil.

I saw Linda rise up and crawl across the bed toward me. When she reached the bottom of the bed on her hands and knees, I was still just out of reach. "Stand up, Andrew," Phil commanded.

Would you believe I obediently did? I stepped close to the bed and Linda reached forward and unzipped my trouser fly. One hand snaked in and took a hold of my hot hard-on. My shaft was so stiff, it felt like it would burst the covering of skin. She looked at it, almost like she was seeing it for the first time. She licked her lips, looking up at me, then her head lowered, her mouth open and my cock-head was enveloped by those wet luscious lips.

At this stage, she had made no judgement of me and why I was so aroused by what I had seen. Instead, she just contented herself, sucking and licking my cock shaft, giving me the personal attention my psyche needed just at that time.

I was conscious of movement on the bed and I was so absorbed in the attention my wife was devoting to my rampant cock that I was oblivious to what Phil might be doing. Until suddenly Linda's mouth pulled back off my cock. She had developed an excellent rhythm and I had eagerly accepted that I was on course to a very satisfying happy ending, probably barely a minute or two away due to the engorged state of my cock.

"No, don't stop!" I screamed at my wife as my cock shaft waggled in the cool air where only a moment ago, it had been secure and warm within the warm wet mouth of Linda.

My eyes focussed to see Linda still on her hands and knees in front of me, but her head had turned away from me. She was looking back at Phil, who I could now see had slid up behind her. Two of his fingers were sliding around within the tight cheeks of her rounded arse.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she was yelling at him.

My desperate need compelled me to draw her attention back to me and the task at hand, "Honey, please don't stop, I was nearly there!" At that urgent moment, I could care less that Phil was stroking his fingers over her sensitive anal ring. After all, in my mind, I had just watched him do much worse with his rampaging cock.

"Don't worry about me," Phil was telling her, "just look after your husband like you were doing. Look, he needs you."

"Get your fingers out of my arse," she screamed at Phil once more.

"I'm guessing you like it, babe. Now go on, be a good girl and face the front."

Slowly, Linda gave up her resistance, turning her face back toward me, glancing up into my face before her lips opened and her mouth once again engulfed my cock head. I had lost it, her mouth had been gone just long enough for the rhythm to drop. I was right back at the start.

I looked along Linda's smooth back and saw Phil kneeling behind her. He held a tube of KY gel in one hand as the other slid around, obviously coating my wife's anus for whatever he next planned. She was an arse girl, although I'll never work out how he knew she might be. It had never appealed to me, but it looked like I was going to get to see their anal action up close. Could he get it up again so soon after cumming?

Well, could he ever! I saw that his cock had sprung back to full erection again. Having lubed up her arse, I saw his fingers now worked on applying more of the KY up and down and around his swollen cock shaft.

Linda had picked up on my cock from where she had left off. The rhythm was returning and I helped with little thrusts of my hips, although she used one hand to hold me back from being too aggressive in thrusting. My attention was now captured by Phil's preparations of her arse. Having completed the coating of his cock with the gel, I saw Phil lining up his cock-head, centring it on her tiny anal pucker, rimming her teasingly.




My Wife the TV Celebrity Pt. 02



Noting that my wife was no longer protesting, I actually saw Linda squirm around, her hips circulating as if her tiny anus was trying to snare the rampant intruder that was striving to gain entry into that dark place between those curving arse cheeks.

I stared fascinated down on my wife's spread arse cheeks. I wondered for a moment if I might be wrong. Perhaps Phil was going to take my wife doggie style. My wife's warm wet mouth did wonderful things to my erect shaft as she slid her lips along and back, taking me in deep. The pleasure was building once more, but still I was distracted, watching Phil line up his cock-head.

I saw him grasp Linda's hips with both hands, holding her arse steady as he lined up his cock-head while she never missed a beat in sucking my cock. Then I saw him thrust his hips forward and I stared in amazement as his firm shaft actually buckled as the head failed to penetrate my wife's sphincter. Nevertheless, Linda would have felt his onslaught through a degree of pain and I felt her teeth graze my cock shaft.

"Easy, don't bite," I begged and her tongue licked and slurped around my sensitive glans, attempting to compensate for the biting scare.

I saw Phil aim up and push forward once more and this time his cock-head seemed to catch within the tiny opening of Linda's anal ring. I was amazed to see his whole cock-head swallowed up inside her arse, leaving his lubed-up hard shaft connecting her body with his like a bridge. But down below on my own cock shaft, I felt my wife's teeth once more graze the skin of my cock as her body responded to the intrusion of his cock into her tiny fragile anal passage.

Phil moaned from the sheer pleasure that her grasping lubed anal ring brought to his bulbous cock-head, just as I grimaced and let out a tentative "Ooh!" as I felt her teeth scraping my torpedo shaped shaft. While Linda, her mouth full from gorging herself on my cock, mumbled a startled grunt from behind over-filled lips.

Nevertheless, in spite of her being startled by having her arse filled, Linda diligently maintained her sucking and licking efforts on my rapidly arousing cock. I saw Phil's hand gently and soothingly run over my wife's lower back as he too looked down to survey the progress that he had made in pursuit of her tight rectum. It seemed an out-of-character gesture by this arrogant pig of a man. I wondered if my Linda appreciated the touch of his hand, seemingly easing her discomfort.

Then as I watched, intrigued and fixated, I saw Phil once again grip her hips firmly, lining up for his next push forward. I wanted to warn my wife, tell her to brace herself because much more of his thickness was headed inside her. But instead, I just stood there at the bottom of the bed, enjoying the warm wetness of her mouth sucking down my cock. And I stared in awe as Phil thrust his hips forward, his hands holding her body steady as about 3 more inches of his shaft joined his cock-head deep inside her arse.

I had never been much of a fan of anal sex, but I found this thrilling to watch, even though the deed was being done to my very own wife. Despite the hard penetration of Phil's cock pushing deep into her arse, Linda never missed a beat, sucking her mouth up and down my shaft, her tongue circling, working diligently on drawing the contents of my balls up through my pulsing cock.

One more hard shove and Nick's whole cock had been swallowed up inside my wife's arse. It was incredible to me that he had been able to get all of his thick shaft packed inside her tiny passage. This last hard thrust pushed her mouth completely along my entire length, so that her face was squashed against my lower belly, while deep-throating me.

My God, Linda had given me some blow jobs in our marriage, but this one was something else! I had never had my cock buried so deep into her throat. I thought by now that she would be gagging on the intrusion of my cock so far back into her oral cavity, even throwing up around me. But she just valiantly took it all in her stride, sucking and slurping her lips around my hard shaft.

Phil began to settle into a routine, now drawing back his cock until only the head of his cock was held inside her arse by her tight sphincter. Then I watched fascinated as he would plunge deeply inside Linda once more. I felt every thrust he made into her arse through my wife's mouth as it repeated the force of each thrust in her arse on my cock in her mouth.

I could feel myself about to cum, my balls had already despatched my load from there and it was quickly traversing the thin tube that would deliver it out through the tip of my hard cock, destined to spurt inside my wife's warm mouth and eventually slide down her throat.

Oh, how I wanted to hold back ... to have my cum explode into Linda's hot mouth at the same moment as Phil blasted his hot cum into her tight arse. I thought of every non-sexual thing that I could imagine, attempting to stave off the inevitable. But alas, I knew it was useless, I was too far gone to stop the inevitable. Five -- four -- three -- two -- one, I just about counted the last few strokes down as I gave in to the sensuality of my wife's pursed lips wrapped around my cock shaft.

With a massive jerk, my cock spasmed, my legs trembled and I reached out my arms to rest on my wife's back, holding myself upright as I felt the surges of my cum spilling deeply into my wife's throat. Like a trooper, she managed to gulp it all down as more and more cum spurted deep into her throat, threatening to choke her.

My upper body swayed as my legs trembled violently and my cock spasmed through its immensely pleasurable release. I reopened my eyes, there was no change in front of me. Phil was still kneeling behind my wife on the bed, his hard cock still driving hard and deep into her receptive arse that now appeared to be pushing back, trying to skewer his intruding cock even deeper into her dark passage.

My God, how long could she take this ferocious assault in her arse? I watched in wonder as my own cock began to deflate. My wife never let my diminishing cock slip from her mouth's grip, retaining it to lick me dry even while Phil pummelled her tender rectum with his powerful thrusts.

And then suddenly, with no warning of his impending cum, Phil let out an expressive scream or gasp or moan. Whatever it was, it was loud and I figured that it must be recording his satisfaction, because his face reflected the ultimate male pleasure, combined with what appeared to be a sneering, gloating mask. He stared straight back at me, obviously revelling in this moment, while his cock jammed hard inside my wife's tender arse, obviously spewing out its cum to warm her insides.

Linda groaned and moaned around my cock, now a shadow of its former self, as she had her arse filled with her lover's creamy liquid.

After all of the frenetic action that had taken place inside this hotel suite, at last all was still and quiet. I felt my wife's warm mouth releasing my cock that slipped from her lips, left to hang limply. Able to now speak, Linda was full of enthusiasm for her carnal pleasure, "Oh my God, that was wild." She looked up at me with her eyes sparkling with excitement, "Wasn't that wild, Andrew? Did you like that, darling?"

"I liked what you did to me," I told her guardedly, "but how about you honey, what did you think of what Phil did to you?"

Her eyes still sparkling, she enthused, "Oh, that was mind-blowing." Then, half turning her head, trying to look at the man who had just plundered her arse with his hard cock, she asked "How about you Phil, did you enjoy that?"

"You've got a great arse, babe. You can call me anytime you want it filled." He looked toward me arrogantly, "I mean, I don't want to come between you and your husband, but since he's not into anal, then I'll always be here for you, babe."

How did he know that? I felt betrayed, when had Linda talked to him so intimately that Phil knew that I was not into having anal sex with my beautiful wide? It must have been over dinner tonight, I thought, and wondered how it would come up in conversation. Had she been so bold to tell Phil that she loved anal sex, but it was such a pity that her husband didn't go for it? Or had Phil already told her hours ago what he intended to do to her sexually?

My legs were still shaking, so I fell back into the chair that Phil had so thoughtfully provided for me to watch his seduction of my wife. Since that now appeared to be complete, I just wanted Linda and I out of Phil's suite as soon as possible. I hoped that she would come back to our room with me, and I hoped equally that he would let her, since his exalted position now controlled what Linda and I did.

I watched Phil grip her hips firmly and began to ease his own hips backward, drawing what remained of his erection from within her arse. I saw my wife's face grimace and show the discomfort she must be feeling now as he dragged his cock shaft out from her tender abused rectal passage.

"Oh my God, I am so sore," she moaned. Was she telling me, or him, or both of us as she added the expressive, "Ooh, aah, ooh careful."

His cock snapped free from the hold of her sphincter and he let out a long expressive sigh, obviously pleasurable, while my wife added, "Oh my God, I really am sore." Then, looking back into my eyes, she said, "Just as well you don't like to have me up the arse, Andrew, otherwise, you wouldn't be getting any for the next week."

"Thanks for sharing," I told her.

Linda flopped down on the bed. I feared that Phil would join her in a possessive cuddle that could do my head in, but he instead got off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

"Can we go now honey?" I asked, keen to get my wife away from Phil.

"Oh, just give me a moment, darling, I am absolutely exhausted."

Attempting to show the way, I rose from the chair and began getting my clothes back on. Phil reappeared from the bathroom, "Oh Andrew, not leaving us already, are you?"

"Yes I am, Phil, and I'm taking Linda too," I said, trying to sound in control, hoping that he wasn't going to try to keep her with him.

"I would have liked to have Linda stay, it's good to have a warm feminine body to help me get to sleep. But that's okay, you take her with you." Then, turning to my wife, who still lay sprawled across his bed, he added, "Better come here at 11 tomorrow, babe. We'll have another go around."

"Hey hang on now," I protested, "enough's enough."

"I told you both how it's going to be when you arrived, Andrew. Tomorrow's the second instalment in her new contract. I am being thoughtful, I am letting you take her to the dinner tomorrow night, and have her afterward." He paused, then added sneeringly, "That's if she's got anything left to give you after I've worked her body over tomorrow."

"She's scheduled to be on our exhibition stand between two and four tomorrow," I reminded him.

"Yes, that's why I made it eleven for Linda to report to me. Two-and-a-half-hours should see us done, then she'll have half an hour to get ready to go meet your clients. She will look good, she will be carrying the rosy glow of a woman who's just been fucked solid by then."

Oh, how I wanted to haul back and punch this prick's lights out, but that would be the end of my job, and there were not too many places that would pay me 150 grand to do what I do best. I told myself that my time would come, I would one day get back at him for humiliating me in front of my wife.

The End