4 comments/ 24313 views/ 5 favorites Celebrity Status Ch. 01 By: The Big Bopper Married Cherie does occasionally have sex with other men, but only to further her career. There are tens of thousands of Literotica readers who enjoy tales of cheating wives, even of husbands who are undeniably turned on by the prospect. Everyone to his or her own fantasy! If a man willingly listening to what his wife did does not titillate you, then don't read on. For those that will enjoy that, here is a story for your reading pleasure. I welcome your comments, good or bad, providing they are constructive. Derogatory and unconstructive comments from anonymous contributors will be deleted. Chapter One My career recently took off big time and I can truly say I am happy now that I persevered with this career path, although there were some lean years. I was quite smart in high school and college, got a degree with the intention of practising at the bar ... but eventually I took too much practice at that other kind of bar – the one with lots of bottles and glasses. I guess I could look back and express disappointment at missed opportunities. Well, I could ... but genuinely, would I have been happy practising law instead of the path through the entertainment industry that I have taken? No, even though I am only just starting to earn a decent income now in my late thirties, I can honestly say that I wouldn't have had it any other way. Yes, I hung around bars and clubs a lot, but that was because I had an act ... as a performer, no less. I did a stand-up comedy act ... I gotta say I was no Jerry Seinfeld, but I sure got my share of laughs and it was how I came to meet my gorgeous wife Cherie. She's a class act if ever there was one ... age 34, figure 36-23-36 if you understand the old measurements, beautiful face, olive complexion, jet black hair, straight – no curls, shoulder length, a warm smile revealing good natural teeth. Great breasts and, oh, incredibly long nipples, much longer than the average woman's ... but that's mostly for me to know unless you saw her on one of those rare days that she goes bra-less and wears a dress that gives it away. Or, unless you have been one of the lucky guys to have known her intimately over the years. I only recently learned that there is maybe a few more of this latter category than I originally thought when I married her. Yes, you're quite right, you can detect from my writing that I'm a little peeved about that. Waiting some four years into our marriage to hear about some of her sexual dalliances and not all of them from before I met her. But before I get into some detail about her recent revelation to me, I should tell how Cherie and I met. The first time that we laid eyes on each other and my erection stretched up tall, pointing toward my face and told me, 'Murray, we gotta get to know this gal.' Oh, that's right ... I guess some introductions are in order first. You are the reader – "Hi reader," and I am Murray ... Murray Miller. Convenient alliteration or a selected stage name. Okay, you guessed right ... it's the latter, chosen for my stand-up comedy act, but now I'm wondering if it is quite appropriate for the Tonight Show that I have just been asked to host. Hey, where do I start with all of this? Let me try 5 years ago when I first met the woman who would become my wife. I was doing my stand-up act in one of the comedy clubs and halfway through my act, I began to notice this gorgeous black-haired beauty sitting among a large group. There were about ten at their table and I figured that they looked like a group of work colleagues. I made a point of staring straight at her through the rest of my act, like I was performing only for her. By the time I did a curtain call, I figured that I had her attention ... like, more than just an audience member watching my act. Sure enough, when I came off stage, she was around knocking on my dressing room door within 60 seconds. "Can I come in," she asked and her voice was sweet and warm, complementing her beauty. "Sure, please do" I rose and stepped toward the door she had opened, holding my hand out toward her, "I'm Murray ... Murray Miller. I have to say that you only just beat me to it, I was coming out to ask if I could buy you a drink." "Were you really?" she appeared flattered that I would be interested. My God, who wouldn't be? "Yes of course, couldn't you see that I was directing my act toward you the last few minutes?" "No, I thought that you were just playing to our table because we were the noisiest." "God no, I noticed you early in my act, you are the best looking babe in the place tonight. In fact, you would probably be the best looking here on any night." "Oh isn't that so sweet, thank you. I don't know what to say?" I thought that to be unlikely, a woman that looked like this would have to know by this age (I discovered later that she was 29 then) the effect that she had on guys. I was so struck by her appearance and her presence here in my small dressing room that I hadn't noticed until that moment that she was holding a bottle and two glasses. "Its funny that you should suggest that you wanted to buy me a drink ... look, I brought some wine with me." "Wine's gonna be good for me," I told her and she placed the glasses down on my small dressing table and poured from the bottle. We sat in there for around 30 minutes, getting to know each other. She told me that she was indeed out with work colleagues, they were all from the newsroom of one of the big TV networks. Cherie told me that she was only new there, a journo preparing news stories but not yet making on-camera appearances. It turned out that she had graduated from working as a newspaper journalist. Anyway, we seemed to hit it off right from the start. I knew what I saw in her, but I wasn't quite sure what she saw in me. She would tell me later on that her number one pre-requisite for a companion was a great sense of humour. I guess by being a stand-up comedian I ticked that box straight up. When we had finished the contents of the wine bottle, we transferred out to the table that she had been sitting at and I was introduced around to her work colleagues. A couple of them seemed impressed that she had picked up one of the acts. Even sitting in amongst nine other people, Cherie and I only had eyes for each other and we managed to maintain our own private getting-to-know-you conversation. Around midnight, we actually paused our conversation long enough to watch and listen to one of the other comedy acts. Under the table, I felt a hand touching the top of my thigh through my trousers. I glanced left and right, the guy on one side of me was staring straight ahead at the stage and I sincerely hoped it wasn't his hand. To my right, Cherie too seemed to have her attention on the comedy act, yet that wandering hand that had to be hers now swiftly moved to search out my still clothed penis. Well, still clothed for only a few seconds. I felt her fingers dragging on my zipper and then delving in through the fly gap of my trousers. My penis had been resting at partial arousal from my genuine interest in the beautiful sexy woman sitting next to me, but it sprang quickly to life when I felt her fingers foraging at the front of my boxers. Hey, I'm no prude, but I was used to meeting women who didn't come across on the first date, many of them not even on the second date. This wasn't even the first date, I had only met Cherie barely an hour ago. My head was turned, totally engrossed in watching her face that was not watching me. She just stared straight ahead at the stage, seemingly focussed on the comedy act ahead, even smiling and laughing at the jokes like she wasn't even conscious of where her hand was headed. Cherie somehow managed to manoeuvre her hand through the opening in my boxers and then the magic touch of her warm hand on my rapidly stiffening cock. With my head still turned toward her, I closed my eyes, soaking in the incredible sensations as the hand and fingers of this beautiful woman I had only just met, brought my penis up to full erection. My mind was totally focussed on what this woman was doing to me ... I could still hear the voice of the comedy act and the laughter of the audience filling the room, but I couldn't tell you one word that was said. "You like?" I heard Cherie's voice cutting through the din in the room and my eyes opened to see that she had now turned her face around to look at me. I couldn't get the words out at first, just nodded in the affirmative. "It feels like you have a nice one, that's important to me." "I'm glad about that," I managed to say, "anything that makes you happy." "No really, I mean I know that we've only just met, but I'm a very pragmatic person. I don't waste time on anything that's not going to develop further. I am not intending to pressure you into wanting to go out with me, that will still remain your option. But if there was no future in a relationship with you, then I might as well end it right now." "Wow, that's laying your cards on the table." "Oh shit, now I've been a bit too forward, haven't I? Murray, what I'm trying to say is that whenever I meet someone new, I don't want to waste time with anyone who is unlikely to remain a part of my life. My first criteria for a guy is that he have a great sense of humour, second is that he doesn't look like a dork and third is that he has the potential to please me sexually. So you passed the first two easily and rather than waste time going on dates and making ridiculous small talk, I decided to just grab your dick now and see if it passes muster." "And does it?" I asked a little anxiously as her fingers continued to fondle and stroke my cock, although at a slower pace than when they first went foraging into my pants. "Feels good to me," she confirmed, a broad smile on her face as she wanked me a bit harder. "Good for size, you see, the night would have been a failure if we'd gone to bed and I had discovered that you had some dinky little four-inch job or if you'd come after only a few strokes. But you, you're holding up really well and I like your size, it feels good in my hand." I had never met a woman like her, and maybe the frank way she did business was part of her appeal, along with her striking beauty and her great conversation skills. Yes, this was some special kind of woman, the like of which I had not encountered before. I should make an observation at this point to the reader. You will note that Cherie surprisingly calls the man's appendage a dick while I prefer the use of cock. As will be noted later, she doesn't like the word tits for breasts, never uses the c word and is sparing in saying fuck. Prudish except for calling a cock a dick. Go figure! I stole a glance around me to see if any of her work colleagues could see where she had her hand. They all seemed preoccupied with talking among themselves now that the main comedy act of the night had completed his turn. I had half turned my body toward Cherie so that the sight of her wrist and arm appearing from the fly of my trousers was not too obvious. I wondered where this would end, because she still stroked my penis and my arousal was now such that I was getting very close ... my pre-cum would be painting her palm and her fingers wetly. "Do you want to cum now, or should we take this some place where we could finish it much more appropriately?" I struggled to find the words, but reason prevailed and I mumbled breathlessly, "Not now, let's go somewhere." "That's a perfect answer ... your place or mine?" she asked sweetly. "Can we go to yours? Mine's a bit of a hovel, stand-up comics don't earn a lot." It was true, I would have been embarrassed to take this classy young woman back to my small apartment where the bed was unmade and the dishes not done. Somehow, I had the impression that her place would be ready to receive a guest. I wasn't wrong. After Cherie extracted her hand from within my trousers and boxers, she made a big play of licking my pre-cum from her fingers, just like a man does when he retrieves his fingers from a woman's wet vagina. Yes, this woman was different! We caught a cab to her apartment block in an up-market part of town. 'How can she afford this on a journalist's wage?' I thought. Up inside the apartment in a security building, there wasn't a thing out of place, no dirty clothes littering the floor like she would have found at my place. "Wow, this is something special for an up-and-coming journo," I enthused. Already a step ahead of my thoughts, she said, "You're wondering how I can afford a place like this. Well, I have to admit that mummy and daddy helped out ... helped out a lot actually. They put the deposit down for me and I'm just paying it off." "So you actually own this pad?" I checked, revealing how impressed I was and walking to the balcony door to check out the lights of the city spread out before me. "Oh yes ... I told you already I am so pragmatic. It just wouldn't be value to have to rent." When she saw the look on my face, the original renter, she added, "Oh sorry Murray, I didn't mean to offend you." While I may have been just a touch offended by the comment, now was not the time to show it. I appeared to be on the verge of getting off with a gorgeous woman – a woman who had already confessed that I had passed several important criteria for her. I hadn't had anyone serious in my life for many months, so I wasn't about to blow it now over an abused ego. "No harm everything's cool," I told her as she came toward me. "Good ... can I offer you something cool, I mean a drink, like a wine or a beer?" I bet there would have been a fine selection, seeing the woman she was and the manner in which she lived. "No, I think I've had enough of that." She had reached me now and I had opened my arms for her to step into my embrace. "Then if you don't want cold, can I offer you something hot, like me?" "Now we're talking," I told her before I bent down and kissed her full on the mouth. She allowed a few seconds of closed lips, perhaps not to come across as too forward, and then the passion from our developing kiss gave her an excuse to part them and my invading tongue met hers coming the other way. We managed to stay standing there in the middle of her living room for what seemed ages, struggling to draw breath as the kiss took over and our bodies' ground together. Then, after about 5 minutes, she took my hand and I trailed her into her bedroom. Despite her appearing to be a very dominant woman who knew exactly what she wanted, I was pleased to see that she suddenly reverted to passive, the woman who was about to be seduced by the new man in her life. She lay back and let me play the tune. I have to admit that I was nervous around a woman such as this. But despite how she had brought me almost to the peak with her hand earlier, I still managed to regroup. I felt very proud that I got her off first before I eventually shuddered into a wild climax, spewing load after load of my cum into her wonderful curvaceous body. She had never suggested a condom and I never offered one. Obviously, she was a woman who took care of her own protection and she must have made a judgement about me and STD's that allowed me unrestrained access to her inner parts. Cherie was what we guys so crudely call 'a good fuck.' She wasn't one to just lie there and take it ... she really got into it, using all of her body, humping her hips up at mine on each thrust, locking her legs and feet around the backs of my thighs to draw me in deeper. And so vocal too, letting you know how close she was getting with her loud and expressive sighs and moans. We slept and fucked throughout what was left of the night after not getting to her place until around 1am. I stayed well into the morning and left around ten. She was comfortable with that, obviously not worrying about what her neighbours might think. I did pass a couple of old busy body types chattering near the elevator and they looked me up and down curiously. Naturally there was a second date. We went out to dinner, but our mutual lust dictated that we were heading back to her place by 9.30.When I undressed her slowly, I discovered that she had dressed to thrill me with old fashioned black stockings, black garters and sexy crotch-less panties. "My special treat for you," she explained, "I hope you like." I told her how much I did and she said simply she hadn't worn them the first night because she had no idea she was going to meet me. But it turned out that she had a lot of sexy underwear in her wardrobe and undressing her after each date became an exciting adventure. She was obviously a sexy woman who liked to please. I couldn't believe how I had struck it lucky. I was pinching myself to see that I wasn't dreaming. Guys like me just don't get the reciprocal love and affection – and lust – of a beautiful woman like this. But it was real and after a few months, we decided that we were going to bite the bullet and get married. After 3 months dating, I gave up my grotty apartment and moved in with Cherie. Just 12 months from our first auspicious meeting, we married. In the old fashioned way, her parents picked up the tab so it was quite a grand occasion. While I was still doing my stand-up act around the comedy clubs, Cherie had spoken to a few people at the TV network and got me an audition for a regular part acting in one of the TV soapies. To my amazement, without ever having done an acting course of any kind, I got the part, making my regular weekly income more substantial. On our honeymoon, Cherie revealed to me that when she returned to the newsroom, it would be as a news reporter, filing stories every day for the network news broadcasts. She was over the moon about her elevation, and naturally I was pleased for her. She really did deserve this, she worked hard at being successful. A year later, on the night that we went out to celebrate our first wedding anniversary, Cherie again had good news. She had been fast-tracked over several more experienced journalists to become the editor of the main evening network news broadcast. She would be the one to decide which stories got covered, assigning particular reporters, and then overseeing the editing of the stories. It was a huge jump up in responsibility and in pay too. My beloved wife was now putting in much longer hours, not getting home until about 7.30 at night. But her stamina was amazing, her enthusiasm for our wild sex and love-making never waned. We were enjoying a great married life together and I had no complaints. I was still managing to balance the daily schedule of acting in the soapie while still doing about 3 nights a week at the comedy clubs. On the night we went out to celebrate our second wedding anniversary, Cherie broke the news to me that the network was about to announce that she would be appointed News Director, now responsible for overseeing all of the daily news broadcasts. But it was fortunate that she wouldn't have to be there at work when each one went to air because the first of the day was at 6am and the last at 11pm. Her role was to watch all news bulletins and to offer advice and guidance to the individual editors of each broadcast. Quite a remarkable rise in responsibility for someone still so new to the industry. New she might have been, but she obviously had this ability all along because she seemed to handle it so smoothly, and still maintain our incredible sex life in the bedroom ... oh, and in the kitchen and bathroom, in the pool and on the pool table. Remarkably, we had good news for her to celebrate on the occasion of our third wedding anniversary. Believe it or not – and I have to admit that it took me a while to grasp this one – but she was about to be appointed Network Director of News and Current Affairs at a monster salary increase. Despite her meteoric rise through the ranks, my lovely Cherie would now be responsible for the output of news broadcasts through all of the network stations. This would entail a fair bit of travelling, but she promised me that our marriage remained her first priority. Celebrity Status Ch. 01 She seemed to be as good as her word. Yes, she was away a lot more often, but when she was at home, she seemed determined to double her efforts for our mutual pleasure sexually. Well, you're probably wondering how far could she go up the corporate ladder? I know I was. But our celebration for our fourth wedding anniversary was a bit different. This time we were celebrating my good news. Just a few weeks before, I had been called in by one of the network bosses and asked to do an audition for a top-secret project. I did the audition and it seemed to go very well. The day before our wedding anniversary, I was called in to the top level at the network and offered the hosting role on a new late-night Tonight Show. It seemed that my stand-up routine had come in handy at last and I would do a comedy segment to open each show and then interview visiting guests. Wow, now my wife and I were both at the top of our professions, and we got to work for the same network. She was deliriously excited for me and of course I was over the moon. This time, we had our anniversary dinner at the top restaurant in the city and then my Cherie had booked us in to spend the night in a penthouse suite at a 5-star hotel. My undressing of her that night revealed all new lingerie and our sex knew no bounds. It was hot and wild and we didn't get to sleep all night. I began hosting the Tonight Show 3 months later and everything seemed to be perfect in our life. That is, until the night we had a dinner party at home in our apartment for our closest friends at the end of the first week of my new show. We had all had a fair bit to drink and around 11.30pm, Cherie was holding court, expressing her views on a wide range of subjects, as befitted a network director of news and current affairs. Cherie got onto the subject of love and sex, telling me and the other eight guests that a woman's vagina was her bargaining tool. She went on, "Men are so obsessed with sticking their dicks into that captivating warm velvety spot that a woman possesses that they would do just about anything for 5 wonderful minutes in there. They would give up state secrets, business secrets, the map to a goldmine ... whatever, just to sink their dick for 5 minutes in that heavenly place." Of course, several of the other four men there in the room rushed to dispute her claims, saying that while sex with a woman was good – even great, a couple of them suggested – it could never influence them to reveal strategic information. "Bullshit," screamed my Cherie loudly, "for a smart woman, sex is a bargaining tool, a sales tool, a promotion tool, it will get a woman whatever she craves in life." That prompted loud responses from everybody around the table ... except for me. I was back absorbing what she had just said: 'for a smart woman, sex is a bargaining tool, a sales tool, a promotion tool, it will get a woman whatever she craves in life.' If she firmly believed in that theory, and she must to have espoused it to all of our friends around the table, then had she herself used it to her advantage. After all, the woman expounding this theory had just enjoyed a meteoric rise up through the journalistic ranks at the network. From that moment on, I couldn't wait for our guests to leave to quiz her on the subject. The dinner party carried on for another hour, over which time we all consumed even more wine, so that when the last person left around a quarter to one in the morning, Cherie and I were both quite smashed. I closed the front door behind the last guest and strode purposefully to our bedroom where I found my beautiful wife already stripped down to my favourite sight of her. She stood tottering on her high heels, clad in black stockings, black garter, black half-cup bra and a tiny black thong pantie. Common sense should have told me not to bring up my concerns when we were both quite drunk, but I didn't have a lot of common sense in my current state of fury. "Darling, I would so love for us to fuck, but I don't think I would still be awake by the time you came," she admitted to me. She rarely used the word fuck in normal conversation unless she was whispering it to me in the wild frantic throes of orgasm. "No, that's okay," I agreed, more intent on exploring the reasoning behind her theory. "Honey, what did you mean tonight when you said a smart woman uses her sex as a bargaining tool for whatever she craves in life? You said something about a promotion tool, what does that mean?" She turned her back on me and bent forward to try to get her high heels off, presenting me with the sight of her succulent arse barely covered by the string thong cutting down through the cleavage of her cheeks. I was nearly distracted from my questioning. "Can't we talk about this in the morning," she suggested. "No, damn it," I insisted, "does that mean what I think it means?" "And what is that, my darling?" she responded as she managed to remove her feet from her high heeled shoes, straightened and turned back around to face me. "It's a simple question Cherie, have you had sex with people to get promotions, to get to where you are in the network?" "Why are you asking me that?" "Because I want to know." "Is it important to you?" "Yes, very important!" She paused in her semi-alcoholic state as if debating with herself whether she should admit to this at this time, "Whoops, I never thought that it would come out like this," she admitted, "yes, yes, yes, damn it. I really have fucked my way to the top ... whatever it takes darling. The casting couch does exist in network television, and I have shamelessly used it to my advantage. There, are you satisfied now, I've said it." I stood there stunned. Until an hour ago when she dropped that cryptic comment, I had never suspected this ... I never saw it coming. I had always genuinely believed that her incredible rise through the ranks was simply due to her own exceptional journalistic ability. She continued, "Now if you have anything further to say to me about this revelation, can it wait until the morning because I am about to throw up." Cherie spun around and dashed into the bathroom from where I could hear the sounds of her vomiting. Knowing that I would not sleep now, I adjourned to the living room and switched on the TV. I didn't sleep much, just dozed off and on through the night on the sofa. I dragged myself up about 9am and had some breakfast. I was sitting there in the kitchen, reading the morning paper when my beautiful Cherie appeared, looking a little the worse for wear. Despite my rage from last night and her dishevelled state from throwing up, her beauty still shone through, particularly as she was clothed only in a sheer short powder blue negligee and no panties. I was still in the singlet and underpants that I had attempted to sleep in. "Oh my God, I really tied one on last night ... darling, I feel like shit this morning." "How did you sleep?" I asked, hoping that maybe some remorse may have kept her awake too, at least for a while. "Like a log darling ... oh, that is after I unburdened myself into the toilet. Shame too to lose it all cause it was such a nice dinner." She had got herself so tanked last night that I wondered if she even recalled our brief conversation and her incredible revelation. I had to ask, "Cherie, we have some unfinished business to discuss ... do you remember admitting to me that you have been unfaithful to me. It seems that you have pissed on our sacred marriage vows?" "Oh shit, did that really happen ... I wondered if I might have dreamt it." "No, it did really happen. I haven't slept all night..." My wife looked surprised at that news. "...It's not every day that you hear your beloved wife admit to fucking other guys. I am shattered." Cherie seemed to want to turn defence into attack, "My God darling, don't be so melodramatic, its no big deal. It wasn't like I was cheating on you, having an affair." "Then what would you call it?" "Darling, what you and I have is love and when we do it – and I have to say that we do it very satisfactorily – then it is called lovemaking. What has happened on several rare one-off occasions has been an unromantic, nothing special offering to someone in a position of power above me in order to get what I wanted. Nothing more!" "It must have been special to them, how can you call it nothing special?" "Because it wasn't special to me ... it was just something that I felt that I needed to do to help my career along. No big deal!" "You might call it lovemaking when we do it and fucking when its with another man, but they both entail having a man sticking his cock up inside you, and you are letting another man do it where it should only be me." "Oh Jesus darling, come on ... don't be so bloody righteous. Don't tell me that if you really wanted something badly enough and some high-powered woman was the key to get it, that you wouldn't fuck her?" "I don't know that I would," I said so self-righteously that I almost shuddered. "Oh bullshit, sex is a valuable tool to get what you want ... particularly for a woman. And besides, it wasn't always fucking ... it was just whatever it took for the boss guy to say yes to me." "We're going to have to agree to disagree on that one. I cannot see that you'll ever convince me, but how about you try. For the sake of our marriage, are you prepared to sit down with me now and tell me some of the circumstances, how each episode came to be ... and who it was with?" Cherie actually looked exasperated that I was making such a big thing about this, "If I have to ... if it will make you see reason that it wasn't any big deal ... but can I get myself a very black coffee first?" "Of course," I agreed. I even got up and poured the coffee for my wife and then she sat down with me at our kitchen table and we began the inquisition. "So what was the first time that you were unfaithful to me?" She pulled a funny face, "I wish you wouldn't keep calling it that, they were just minor incidents. Now let me see!" I watched her recalling the incidents in her mind, "Oh God, we won't be off to a great start because the timing of this first one is not going to sound good to you ... my first time was the night before our wedding." "What?" I screamed out loud, shocked at her audacity and her shocking timing. "Please hear me out. You'll recall that I moved out to a hotel the night before our wedding, but I really did do it for the reason I told you at the time. I believe in the tradition that if I woke up alongside you on our special day, it would be unlucky for you to see me before the ceremony." "But I expected that you would be on your own, at least that's what you told me." "And I had intended to be ... really! But the day before that wedding eve, Jerry Collins, who was the news director at the time, called me in and said that they were thinking of trying me as an outside reporter. Murray, this was my big break, I had been waiting for this for what seemed forever. Jerry said that it was down to Sally Randall and myself and he was struggling to decide between us. I couldn't help myself, I asked him if there was anything that I could do that would swing his decision in my favour. Maybe I was naïve ... I mean, to make that suggestion to any male, I guess you know how most will interpret it. He gave me a strange look and said to me, 'Since you put it like that, I am open to a bribe.' I knew straight away where he was going with this ... but you have to believe that I did have a conscience about it. I told him that I was getting married on Saturday – just two days away and could we talk about it again when I came back from the honeymoon. Well, I think that the prospect of his having the bride first might have turned him on... he said that he couldn't wait to make the decision, if I wanted the gig, I would have to meet up with him before the weekend. Well darling, as you will recall, we had the wedding rehearsal on that night so the only chance was Friday night when I was due to stay at the hotel. I said okay to that, naturally reluctantly. You should have seen the look on his face, like he was a kid at Christmas ... he had this big smug smirk and probably an instant erection if the truth be known." "I'll bet he did, he was probably only trying it on, and you fell for it. You're so good at what you do that I'll bet you would have got the job without putting out for him." "Maybe, but I still don't think I was a certainty. Sally Randall was very good too, as was shown a few months later when one of the other networks poached her." "So there was no doubting that he expected sex from you? Did you invite him to come up to the hotel room you had already booked, or did you go somewhere else, like to his place?" "No, he was married so his home was out. The fact that I already had the hotel room booked worked out just fine, and because you and I had already agreed that we would spend that last night apart, then you were none the wiser. I didn't want to upset you as I have now ... to me, it was simply a business deal to get my first big break in TV news. It wasn't like I was going to him as a virgin, you and I had already been making good love together for months." "Did he take you out to dinner first?" "No, it was just sex! I really didn't want dinner from him ... going out to dinner would have seemed like going out on a date. By limiting it to just sex, we were keeping it at a business level, nothing personal or romantic." "In your mind. To me, the very personal nature of a man fucking a woman body-to-body in such an intimate way removes it from what you keep wanting to call a business arrangement." "Well, you make what you want of it, but darling to me, that's all it was. I just laid back and provided Jerry with an outlet for him to get his rocks off so that he would give me the reporting job." "So again we agree to disagree. Okay, so what happened on the night?" "Are you really sure you want to hear this? Isn't it sufficient just to know that it happened without me having to give you a complete description." "I want to hear it all from you, maybe it will help me understand you better," I told Cherie tersely. "Well, I checked into the hotel about 5, I mean I still had so much to do before our wedding the next day. I had the place cards to write out and some bonbonierres to prepare to put on the tables for the guests ... plus phone calls to make. I told him not to come until 8 so that I could get some of that stuff out of the way. But I guess that he was so keen that he couldn't wait and about 7.15 he called me from the lobby and asked could he come up now. God, I hadn't even had a shower, so I told him to wait downstairs for 15 minutes while I had a quick shower." "How were you dressed to receive him?" "Why does that matter?" "I want to know, what did you wear?" Cherie looked quite sheepish, like she didn't want me to know this part. She almost whispered her response, "Some lingerie." "Oh really, surely not from your bridal trousseau?" "Of course not, the bridal trousseau was only for you and I. No, I had bought some other things as a back-up." "Why did you have to make it so sexual, why couldn't you have just put your street clothes back on after your shower?" "Murray, I was there to give him sex, that was a given. I was entertaining this man so that he would give me the job that I had been busting to get. I decided to use all the tools in a woman's armoury to beat out Sally. He was going to walk out of that room later remembering the all-round experience, and that included my appearance as well as the act itself." "Alright, so what did he see when you opened the door?" "What do you mean, he saw me of course?" "No, I mean what exactly were you wearing?" "You know that bra, pantie and garter belt set that I have in matching mauve, I teamed that with stockings of the same colour. You wouldn't have seen the stockings because I laddered them first wearing on that night. He insisted that I leave them on while we did it and there was so much friction from rubbing our legs together that the stockings nearly shredded." "Wow, you went all out, didn't you, that's a very sexy outfit, and the panties are really a thong, aren't they? I don't think that I'll ever be able to look at you again in that mauve set." "Don't be silly, darling. Anyway, I opened the door to him and suddenly the reality of what I was doing hit me. There he was at the door, fully clothed in suit and tie and I felt a bit awkward, having my boss see me like this ... I mean so sexually exposed in bra and panties. Things had always been so correct, so circumspect in the office." "He would have to have been impressed by what he saw?" "Yes, I recall even now that his eyes told me he was, plus he said 'Wow!' I could see the admiration in them as he scanned me up and down there in the doorway." "Did you have your high heels on?" "Yes I did, why do you ask?" "Oh, you know. Heels lift the legs and the whole body up, makes your arse stick out more. You're a woman, you'd have to know how high heels round out the whole package." "That's supposed to be secret women's business." "Come on, we men know a few of your tricks. So did he rush into your arms?"" "No, I turned and led him inside the room, letting him close the door behind us. I could feel his eyes burning into my back, checking out my arse, I mean wearing that thong, I felt like my arse was totally naked." "Yeah, it almost would have been! God, what a sight for him ... you've got such a great arse, it would have blown his mind." Cherie ignored my praise and continued, "I had let him into the room and despite my wanting to do this to get the promotion, I was suddenly unsure how it was going to unfold. With all the wedding plans swirling around my head at the time and only 24 hours notice of Jerry and I meeting for this, I hadn't formulated a plan of how we would get from the front door to his fucking me. I didn't know if he would kiss me and want to undress me, or if he would expect me to strip for him. I was quite nervous, but we simply each walked to different sides of the bed and when I looked across at him, he was taking his shirt and singlet off, so I unhooked my bra and my breasts fell free." "I bet he liked that, they are amazing when you let them loose and I'll bet that he'd never seen nipples like yours." "Yes, he seemed to approve a lot, he said, 'I've always thought you had great tits.' You know I don't like the word tits, but I wasn't about to rebuke him, he held my career in his hands. Anyway, he couldn't take his eyes off them, watching me from across the bed. I felt a bit embarrassed ... although it was just a cold verbal contract for sex, at that moment I needed to be touched, to be held, I felt like I needed him to kiss me and touch my breasts." I seized upon that, "So you concede that this required more than just a cold sexual relationship?" "No, it was still like fulfilling a contract, but it's just the womanly thing of revealing your body while a man is staring at it. To avoid the nerves, you feel like that man should be holding you. Anyway, even though he couldn't take his eyes off my breasts, he began unzipping his trousers and I knew that any moment I'd be looking at his dick. I decided that I needed to hurry, to get as naked as he was about to be. I peeled my thong down over my legs. I started to unsnap my stockings from the garter straps but he said to stop ... he said he wanted me to leave the stockings and garter on." "As much as I hate hearing this," I told my wife, "he at least had good taste. You do look amazing in stockings and garter belt only with your breasts moving abundantly and freely. Wow, even if he only had one night, I'm envious of him." Celebrity Status Ch. 01 "Why would you say that, you have me all the time, this was his only time to appreciate it?" "Yeah, I guess so." "Anyway, he dropped his pants and stepped out of them and then there were these colourful boxers, nothing else. Suddenly, I was really quite nervous, my hands shaking. I had dreamed up this idea to seduce my way into the job I wanted, but I was a bit short on planning. Now that the moment had come, I realised that I hadn't thought it all the way through ... how I might feel when we were both naked and I was in this hotel room with another man – not you!" "So you did have a conscience, that's encouraging." "Yes, of course I did. I even had a moment of panic wondering if I could go through with it, wondering whether it had been such a great idea after all. But I looked across the bed at him and then he dropped the boxers and there he stood with his hard-on and I knew that it was too late, I knew what he expected, I couldn't stop this now. Having come this far, he would want the satisfaction that I had promised by agreeing to bribe him." "So now you could see it, how was it?" "Do you mean what I think you mean, are you asking about his dick, Murray?" "Yes I am, how did it shape up?" "I knew you'd ask, you are such a typical man. Every guy wants to know what a woman thinks of another guys' equipment. Does it matter ... really?" "Of course it does, a guy needs to know, particularly since you were not just looking at it. You were about to accept it into your body ... you know, would it fit and all that?" "It's always about size, isn't it? Well my darling, it was just very normal, I mean average size, perhaps a fraction smaller than yours even, but still an adequate size for what we were about to do. And that's the truth, sincerely darling, no bullshit to make you feel good about it." "Thank you, I appreciate your honesty." "So we stood there for an awkward moment, Jerry staring at my breasts and me staring at his hard dick. Then I nervously clambered onto the large bed and sort of shifted across to the centre, and he was getting on from the other side. I lay on my back, watching him edge closer to me, my legs slightly apart. Then he was right alongside me, on his side, bent toward me, his upper body sort of hovering, half over me. He started to run his fingers lightly over my skin, quite softly and sensually and I shivered. I wasn't cold, so it must have been from the softness of his touch, caressing me. Despite years of experience, of doing it with different guys ... God, I mean I was 30 then and I had been sexually active since I was 17, yet with this man I didn't know what to do. Having let him think he was talking me into bed so I could get ahead, I certainly didn't want to lead the way. I felt that it was up to him to make all the moves. I lay there passively, letting him touch me and I have to admit that his touch felt quite nice. But I had been worried there wouldn't be any foreplay, that he might want to get into me before I was ready, so I had used a little KY after my shower, just to moisten me there. But not enough to make it look like I was flowing like a river if he fingered me ... I didn't want to come across like I was easy." "Did you touch him, Cherie?" "Not at first, but then when I felt his fingers on my pussy, slipping in the moisture down there between my lips, well then I reached over with one hand and started stroking him quite gently. I needed to be careful, I didn't want to have him cum too quickly or he might get pissed off and withdraw his offer." "So he began fingering you then?" "Yes he did, and he was quite okay at it, I mean he was gentle, and he even touched my clitoris once or twice, although I don't think he knew a lot about that part of a woman." "He hadn't kissed you at all yet?" "No, not at first, but then when he heard me whimper a bit from his fingering, I think that gave him a bit of courage and he leaned down and kissed me full on the lips." "Any tongue?" "Not at first, his mouth didn't stay there, he slid it down and began kissing my breasts, my nipples." "I guess that felt good, you usually really like that? Were they as long then as they get when you're really turned on?" "I don't know, I can't remember their size, but I do recall that I enjoyed having him suck on them. Yes, that part was good, and I am sure that I moaned a bit more from his doing that and then he seemed to get a bit more confidence, he started to really get into it. Suddenly, he was getting on top of me, his knees spreading mine and I felt the tip of his dick pushing at my vagina. I was a bit disappointed, because I could have done with a lot more foreplay, but I think he was worried himself that he could cum early, so he wanted to get his dick inside me quickly just in case. Anyway, thanks to the KY, I was just wet enough. He hadn't touched or kissed me enough or stirred my clit long enough to really turn me on. So he just pushed it right up inside me and I lifted my legs up over the back of his to encourage him. That's when he brought his head down and he kissed my mouth again, this time there was tongue as he started to get into it in a big way." "You weren't nervous anymore?" "No, as I recall, I was feeling now like it was going really well ... or as well as could be expected. He quickly got into stride, fucking me at a quick pace right from the start ... no gradual build-up to it. I knew already that I would need to be lucky to cum myself, but this wasn't about me. I hadn't come here with any expectation of pleasure, this was just a business deal. I was doing this simply for Jerry to get his rocks off so that he would think favourably of me when naming the new reporter." "Did you two do it just the once?" "Hold on, you said you wanted to hear details, so don't start getting ahead of me. So he came in, what ... oh, I don't know, perhaps two quick minutes, not much longer." "You let him cum inside you?" I asked my wife with an almost accusing tone. "Yes I did, I had at least pre-planned that part. I thought that he might draw the line if I insisted that he wear a condom, so I decided that I would take the risk. I mean I had baby protection, it was just the risk of an STD. His reputation around the office was one of a clean family guy, no affairs, so I doubted that he was sleeping around." "So he came and you didn't?" "That's right, he looked and sounded like he enjoyed himself. The fact that he wasn't a very good lover also confirmed to me that he probably wasn't getting anything on the side, and maybe not even that much from his wife these days. He really spasmed hard and I was left up there hanging. But I rationalised that I had done this for my career and that tomorrow night I would be having my man again." "Yes, on our wedding night, of all things." "Yes I know, I agree that the timing was awful, alright?" "Just so long as you admit it. So was that it?" "No it wasn't. After his dick stopped spurting his cum inside me, he was all full of apologies ... he felt he needed to tell me what guys say at that time. You know, he had never cum so quickly before and it was the thrill of being inside me and seeing my breasts – or tits as he called them - that brought him on so unnaturally quickly. So he asked if he could stay a bit longer so he could recover and get it up again." "So you let him?" "Yes, I didn't want to deny him now that we had come this far. What were a couple more hours, I figured, if I was going to get the job? So we talked and had a little nap and I woke first so I started stroking him so we could get this over with and I could get some real sleep to be fresh for my wedding day. By the time he woke, I had him up big and hard again. So I suggested how about I get on top and he said that was okay. I figured that way I could control the pace and the angle and I might even manage to get the bonus of cumming too. So I lowered myself down on him and I started really slowly. I think he only knew one speed cause he seemed to want to speed it up, but I wouldn't let him and I gradually built it up, listening and watching him to make sure I didn't overheat him. So on and on we went and this time it turned into a bit of a marathon. I don't think he'd ever had it that way, nor for that long and when it was all over, he was raving about how good it was and was I happy with how long it had gone for." "Was it really that long?" "Yeah, it could have been 10 to 15 minutes, I mean I was really slow in building it up. He really did enjoy it and he eventually came – and even I did too – although he didn't have a lot of cum left for this second time. He couldn't stop raving about how good it had been and his story seemed to grow, even claiming that this was more like his normal performance. But I doubt that he had ever cum twice in one night. Anyway, he promptly dropped asleep, so I got up and began writing out the table place tags and doing other wedding stuff. He didn't wake up until midnight and he reckoned that we could give it another go. But I knew there was no way he would get it up again, and I didn't want to waste the time trying. So I virtually pushed him out the door. I figured that I had done enough, kept my part of the bargain, to get the job." "So that's all for the first time?" "Yes darling, that's all." "But I'm guessing that you could have used the casting couch – or casting bed – much more ... after all, you had several major promotions to get to where you are now?" "Must I do this for every one, surely you don't want to hear the sordid details for each time?" "So there were more then?" "Yes of course, now I had the formula for getting on in this business, I wasn't about to change the process." "So it was a year later, almost to the day, that you got the promotion to be editor of the evening news?" "Yes, helped by Jerry once again. He called me in one day and told me the position was becoming available and just matter-of-factly, as if it was the most normal thing, he said he guessed that I might want to audition for it the same way as last time." "No hide, no Christmas cake, eh? He figured that he was onto something good, even if it had taken a year for a repeat effort." "I guess so, anyway a rise up the ladder was important to me. I actually thought that I should have been offered something before this. So I had no hesitation in agreeing to his terms based on a guarantee that I would get the spot in return for one night of sex. As it turned out, it became a day session instead of a night." "Why is that?" "Well, for a start, you would have been suspicious if I had claimed I needed to stay out most of one night. When I told Jerry that, he suggested that I take a day off, but not tell you. He would time it with what everyone in the office thought was a two-day business trip for him to another network station. But actually, he would spend only one day away and would slip back into town early the next morning without his wife knowing ... that would be the day that I took off from work. We had to make sure that you had a full-day call on the set of the soapie too. Jerry even had me file an extra story the day before, one that they could run on the nightly news the day that I took off so you wouldn't think it was odd that there wasn't one of my stories on the news that night." "What a massive deception you two went to so that I wouldn't be suspicious. Didn't you feel just a bit guilty doing this?" "Yes I did, it was mostly Jerry's ideas to help me protect you from finding out ... and for him and his marriage too. It wasn't like we were having a full-blown affair, it was just one day of sex and we were both happy in our marriages, so we didn't want to give our spouses anything to worry about." "So did it go along the same lines as the first time?" "A bit, so he came around here to the house about 9.30..." "Here, you did it here in our house, probably in our own bed?" "Yes Murray, we did ... it's not such a big deal, it was only a one-off." "So how were you dressed to greet him at the door?" "I greeted him in my underwear again ... no point in putting street clothes on, they were only going to come off again. And I wanted this to be a sort of seduction." "The same set of lingerie again?" "No, I switched colours, didn't want him to think that I only had one colour." My beautiful wife was really into expensive lingerie – the really sexy things – that I did appreciate very much. "So what colour this time?" "I went for that nice sky blue ensemble." "But that's from your bridal trousseau." "Murray, this day happened a year after our wedding. It was only that first time, on the night before our wedding, that I wouldn't wear something from my trousseau." "Okay, so how quickly did you get into it?" "I offered him a coffee when he came in the front door, but he said that if it was okay with me, he'd like to just go straight to bed. That suited me because, strangely I was a bit nervous again. I suppose because it had been a year since we had done it like this and for the 52 weeks in between, we passed each other every day in the office fully clothed with no hint of what had happened between us. We got into the bedroom and I actually suggested would he like for us to undress each other." "Why did you do that?" "I was just trying to make it a bit different from last time. You remember I told you that the first time I felt awkward because we were on opposite sides of the bed and when I began to undress, I had this feeling that I needed closeness. I felt that at such an intimate moment, even though there was no love, the man should be up close touching me, holding me. Anyway he agreed, I think he would have done anything I suggested. So I led the way and took his shirt and trousers off and he kicked off his shoes. Now at least he was down to his underwear too. He reached out and began to fiddle with my bra, but he was very tentative and I had to help him." "Those bra catches can be difficult for a man, and you never know whether it's front or back opening." "I'm glad that you understand, Murray. Anyway, I left him standing in his boxers with an obvious bulge in front while he got my bra off. When he saw my breasts bared, he bent and kissed and sucked on my nipples. That did feel nice, then I felt his hands on my hips and he was trying to pull my panties off. Somehow he got them down without taking his lips off my nipples, he was getting better at this. I asked him if he wanted me to leave the garter and stockings on again like last time and he said he did, so I took over and pulled his boxers down, revealing his hard-on." "Obviously he was ready." "More than ready I'd say ... probably ready before he even arrived at our house. I needed to be careful that I didn't bring him on too soon. I figured that if I even dared to touch it, it would have gone off in my hands. So it was pretty much like that first time and I didn't want to embarrass him. We got on the bed and he was inside me in a flash." "Had you pre-lubed with KY like the first time?" "Yes I had ... I tried to slow him down a bit but he settled into that fast pace right from the start. Again, I didn't cum and he did ... quickly and loudly like last time." "Did he make the same excuses? If he did, that's pretty lame, he's obviously got a premature ejaculation problem." "Yes, it was really. Nevertheless, he still tried to claim that it wasn't typical for him, that there were extenuating circumstances. He said that he'd never been with a woman that looked as good as me. Anyway, at least we didn't sleep this time, we actually talked a lot more between the first and second, and this time, when I started to stroke him hard again, he suggested that we go take a shower together." "That was different." "Yes, and he very nearly came again in the shower while I was soaping his dick, but somehow he managed to use some extraordinary willpower and held off. When we got back into bed, he surprised me by going down on me and licking me out." "Hey, you like having me do that, was he good enough at it for you to get off?" "Surprisingly he was, and I did, he actually made me feel really good." "Did you get on top again?" "No, he seemed like he was becoming adventurous, or else he had been reading up on the subject. Because he had me get up on hands and knees and he did me doggie style." "Wow, I'd like to have seen that," I said without thinking. "Would you ... really Murray ... why would you say that?" "Oh, I don't know, I like watching a couple fuck in those raunchy films on Pay TV and I've seen some adult DVD's over the years." "But we're talking about real-life darling, we're talking about the wife that you profess to love with all your heart, being fucked by her old boss. Surely you wouldn't want to watch something like that." I shifted around in my seat, even nervously reached a hand down and adjusted the fit of my penis and balls within my too-tight underwear. "What's that for, what are you doing?" Cherie demanded to know, now leaning forward. "Nothing, just realigning the boys, I'm okay." "What do you mean realigning? Why do you need to do that? Don't tell me you've got a hard-on, have you?" I shifted in my seat again, "No!" I lied, "what makes you say that?" embarrassed that Cherie might find me very erect just from her story telling. Cherie quickly reached forward, her hand grasping within my lap. I tried to back up out of her reach, but she had caught me by surprise and before I could pull out of her reach, her fingers folded around the large shape of my erection. Her eyes widened in disbelief, "You have Murray ... shit, you have a fucking hard-on. Where did that come from, have you been getting off on what I'm telling you?" "Hell no ... no, no way! I was horny for you all last night through the dinner party ... I admired the way you ran it so well, I was turned on by how smooth and professional you were. I was so keen to have you as soon as everybody went home, but then we had our tiff and I ended up sleeping downstairs and I've been up ever since. I should have had a wank when I didn't get to sleep with you." "What utter bullshit ... that's a blatant lie, Murray. I have sprung you, haven't I? I can't understand why you would be turned on by my story, but my guess is that you are getting off on hearing about me having sex with Jerry, and that's what's given you this raging hard-on." "It's not raging, I'm just a bit stiff, that's all. A bit of morning wood, I probably just need to go to the toilet, take a piss to relieve the pressure." My beautiful Cherie had come around the table, sliding onto my lap by now and her hand was boldly fondling my erection within my underpants. "You kinky bastard, you are so turned on by my fucking Jerry. I don't know why you would be, you've got nothing to worry about with old cum-too-quick Jerry. So tell me, how long have you had this twisted side to you darling?" "There's no twisted side honey, I'm just a little horny this morning, there's no connection. Come on, you're just trying to take the heat off you. You should be remorseful for cheating on me, but instead you're trying to make me feel bad." "I've admitted that I feel bad for using sex as a tool with these bosses to get where I want, but I don't call it cheating – and it isn't. But you, I think you might be a bad man, Murray ... because you're so turned on by my stories of having sex with other guys. So what do you say darling, I'm guessing that you'd like to hear more? There is more you know, there's silky smooth Harvey – he'll turn you on darling - and even old Benjamin, the chairman of the board. Which one do you think wanted to fuck me in the arse – and did, who do you think that was Murray? Ooh, feel that, you got even harder when I said 'fuck me in the arse.' You like the sound of that, don't you? Maybe you'd like to do it to me too, now that I've tried it and discovered I like it." Celebrity Status Ch. 01 "Stop it honey, it's not what you think. Stop being silly and just go on and tell me about the other times, who that was with." Cherie was stroking me quite firmly now and my pre-cum was leaking from my tip to lather up her palm. "Are you ready for this Murray, it really gets sexy now ... it looks to me like you might like hearing about this one. It was one year on and Jerry decided to move on to another network, his spot as News Director was up for grabs. I knew that I could at best be an outsider for the job, but nevertheless I decided to pitch my prospects to Harvey Robinson, who was then the Director of News and Current Affairs. Now he was very businesslike in the way he went about things, so I was unsure whether I could play him like I played Jerry. The one thing in my favour was that Harvey was quite a handsome man, very confident. Whether my approach was businesslike or not, I thought that I might just appeal to his naughty side." "You had become quite the calculating bitch by now, hadn't you honey?" "Darling, I wouldn't be calling your wife a bitch while she's holding your balls, if I were you." "Good point, go on and keep holding, it feels great." "Yes, well ... so I went to Harvey's office, large as life and promptly told him that I wanted Jerry's job. He said point blank that he didn't believe that I had the experience. I told him that Jerry didn't think I had the experience twice before, but that both times I managed to find a way to show him just how much experience I did have. I said that Jerry took a risk with me and I proved both times that I could do the job he assigned me. By now I had undone the top two buttons of my blouse as I was talking just to illustrate my point. Harvey seemed to catch on pretty quickly. He asked if I meant what he thought I meant. I was worried that it was going along too quickly, so I wound it back a bit, giving a shy, innocent look and asking 'whatever do you mean Mr. Robinson?' From the look on his face, I assumed that he was onto me so I came right out and asked him, 'where would a suitable time and place be for us to discuss my taking on this position?'" "You weren't exactly subtle, were you honey?" "No, neither is your erection very subtle darling, I still believe that you're getting off on my stories." By now I was high on arousal from her touching – and her stories, ready to give up all pretence and admit that I was somehow turned on by her startling revelations, although even I didn't quite understand why. "You better get to the end of this soon, I don't know how long I can hold out with you stroking me the way you are." "It's not just the stroking darling ... you really mean stroking you like this while I am telling you how I fucked my bosses to work my way up the corporate ladder." "Yeah whatever! Just don't stop touching me." "And don't stop talking too, eh? Oh darling, I never knew that you were such a deviate, but in a way, I am kind of pleased that I am getting this off my chest. While I never really saw what I was doing as bringing any long-term harm to our marriage, each time I went with Jerry and Harvey and Benjamin and ... well, we'll come to the other... As I was saying, each time I went with one, I did feel this deep remorse for you, hoping that you would never find out, because I do love you ... really." "What did you mean 'we'll come to the other?'" "Don't make me jump ahead of myself, you wanted to know all this, so I am telling you in sequence ... just wait. So where was I ... oh yes, trying to sort out a time and location to attempt to impress Harvey of my qualifications for the job. So he said he'd get back to me. The next day, he called me to his office and asked if I could go out of town with him for a couple of days. He asked me if you would be suspicious if I told you that I was going to a news convention? I was so keen to impress him that I could take over Jerry's job that I said to him 'No, don't worry about that, my husband will never suspect a thing.'" "I remember that time you went away to that convention. You know, I did have a funny feeling about it, I recall that something didn't quite seem right. So it looks like my suspicions were spot on." "Looks like it darling. So Harvey and I left town, we checked in as Mr and Mrs Harvey Robinson at a beautiful five-star resort hotel and yes, there was no convention. I don't know how he justified the trip to the board but he locked us up in a hotel room for the best part of two days and gave me every opportunity to prove how qualified I was to get Jerry's old job." "Where were you, where was the resort?" "Does it really matter, we only left the room once for a couple of hours the whole time we were there." "So what did you two get up to? This is sounding like a lot more than you ever did with Jerry?" "Yes, I'm afraid so darling. Do you really want me to go into detail about it? It might just be best to say that a lot of fucking took place in that room over about 30 hours." "Cherie, you don't get off that lightly. I did say that I wanted to hear it all, so come clean." "I will if you insist darling, but you might not like hearing about this one. Harvey was quite a competent lover, much more accomplished than Jerry." "So are you saying that you had a longer relationship than just that two day spell?" "No, oh God no, I'm not, it was only the two days away, I swear it." "Well then, if that's all there was to him, I can take it. Tell me what you two did." "Okay, don't say I didn't warn you. I left for work at the normal time so I was in the city by 9. He picked me up in his car a few blocks from the studios and we headed straight up the freeway. We were at the hotel by 10.30am and he persuaded the front desk to give us our room early. So we got upstairs and there was no pretence ... he knew what he was there for and he quickly let me know too. He was all over me as soon as we closed the door. Kissing and running his hands all over me, touching and fondling and caressing, he was really up for it and not to be delayed a moment longer. I had worn all the sexy lingerie just as I had for Jerry, only this time I had it on under my dress, I had worn it from home. Fortunately, I showered and got dressed before you woke that morning so you didn't see what I was wearing. Anyway, he had my dress off in a flash and I quickly realised that this guy would expect the full deal, I wouldn't be able to brush him off as easily as the poor premature ejaculator Jerry. I complained to him that if I was to be down to my underwear then he should be too. So he let me undress him, unbuckling his belt and dropping his trousers and taking his jacket and shirt and tie off. Soon he was just in underpants and socks. He jumped onto the bed, propped himself up against the pillows and told me he wanted me to do a strip tease to take off the rest of my stuff. He hummed stripper music and I tried to do this crazy sexy little dance while I shed my bra and unsnapped my garter straps, rolled my stockings down. When I got down to just my thong panties, he made me step over to the side of the bed and bend over with my back to him while I teasingly slipped the thong string from out of my arse crack. He went wild with that, told me what a great arse I had and told me he was going to have me there before we left that room. If I hadn't already been nervous from just being there with him, then I sure was now ... I'd always been a bit curious about anal, but I thought that it would be you and I experimenting with it one day. Suddenly my time had run out, it was obvious that this guy was going to have his dick in my arse in the next hour or two if I wanted to be sure I'd get the job." "Wow, that's a big move. I always felt a bit the same as you, we just never got around to it. So you gave away your anal cherry then, did you?" "I'm afraid so darling, but don't jump ahead, you did want detail, I'm giving you detail. So he pulled me onto the bed with him and gave me the works. Went down on me first ... although Jerry also did on the second time, I somehow never expected that Harvey would want to. But, he was damn good at it too, licked me right out until I came in a big way. Then he was on top of me and we did it, I came again and obviously he did too." "No condom again!" "No, I trusted him too, although I'm not too sure why, he was more of a smooth sophisticated lover than Jerry was so I would guess that he could have had other partners on the side. He surely couldn't have become as good as he was from just poking the wifey at home. Anyway, we did it several times that day..." "Several times in the one day, boy was he on Viagra or something?" "I think he might have been, he wasn't a young man, would have been late forties, I'd say. He didn't always cum, but he certainly made sure that I did – every time. About 5 in the afternoon, we took a shower together, then he made me lie face down and he worked on my arse. He was very gentle, softly caressing and fondling my cheeks with his fingers until I was sort of floating, then he slipped one of those fingers up inside my arse, coating me inside with some KY. Then he got this thing he'd brought with him, an anal thingy, I don't know what you call it. But he pushed it up inside my arse ... it got quite wide at one part and it hurt a bit going in but then there was a narrow bit that sort of slotted within my anal ring. He told me that I was to keep it in there for the next few hours, right through dinner. Then we got dressed up for dinner and he took me downstairs to the main dining room at the hotel. So here am I, out in public, with this thing stuffed in my arse. I was quite embarrassed at first and very self conscious, I mean you think that everybody around you could tell just from the way that I was walking. Of course they couldn't, I was worrying unnecessarily." "I think what you describe is called a butt plug, it's a bit triangular in shape, broadens from a narrow tip, then finally narrow again and a flat flange on the bottom so you don't lose it inside your bottom." "Yes, that was it. Well, I had to wear this thing all through dinner, and there was a buffet there, so a couple of times I had to get up and walk over and stand there, leaning over the table to fill my plate, with my back to a room full of people. I was in that figure-hugging cream dress of mine, I felt like people must be able to see the shape of that plug sticking out of the middle of my arse. And when I sat at the table, it felt so awkward sitting down with it full on up inside me. Harvey said that it was to open me up nicely for him so that it would not be too painful when he put his dick into me. I guess it must have worked exactly as he said because as soon as we got back into our room, he got my clothes off and did me in the arse. I had quite a few glasses of wine with dinner so I guess I was primed for anything that he wanted to try. Anyway, he did it without too much trouble ... he pulled the butt plug out and while my anal ring was still recovering from being stretched by that thing, he slipped his lubed-up dick right up inside my arse. Wow, he even came inside me, I mean up in my arse, that was a wild feeling." "So what you're saying is you liked it?" "Yes I did, well at least enough for me to want to try it with you sometime soon, now that you know about all this. Anyway, afterward he let me sleep most of the night. We were both pretty tired from all that sex. But he wasn't that tired that he didn't wake me up with a decent boner the next morning and we did it a couple more times before we got a late checkout about 2 o'clock that afternoon. God, I could hardly walk and I had to hide that fact from you when I got home. But by then, I knew I had the job." "So we're getting closer to the present. That was the only time with Harvey?" "Yes, I already told you that." "You said something about the chairman of the board, Benjamin somebody." "Yes, what a sweetie he turned out to be. The most important job I had applied for and the easiest task to complete. The poor old guy was 70-something and couldn't get it up for love or money. So all I had to do was give him a blow job." "But how did you approach him to let him know that you were interested in applying?" "Harvey did it for me. When he decided to leave and fronted the board to tell them so, he told them that they would be mad if they didn't consider me for the job." "Hell honey, that was dangerous, you could have ended up having to do the whole board." She laughed and her body rocked ... I felt the jiggling of her arse against my erection that was barely restrained in my underpants. "Yes darling, that would have tested me, wouldn't it? No, thankfully after Harvey made his recommendation to the board, he took the old man aside..." "You mean this Benjamin, the chairman?" "Yes, that old man ... anyway, he took old Benjamin aside and told him that if he was to invite me to come to his office, he could not only find a very suitable replacement for Harvey but also he could have the best sexual experience for him in many years." "And so it was as easy as that to get your new high-flying job?" "If you call giving sexual pleasure to a man that you know nothing about easy ... well then yes, I guess so. I actually knelt on the floor under his desk in his office for ages while people came and went, he dictated letters to his PA and he took phone calls. It took a long time for him to get erect, but I worked hard at sucking on him and, bingo, he had his first hard-on in years. Then it took me nearly as long again to get him to cum. But I got him in the long run and he was ecstatic, said I was so special. None of the women he'd had over the years, including any of his three wives, would ever let him cum in their mouths and then swallow his cum. I did the lot for him and he was so appreciative." "Yeah, so appreciative that he made you Director of News and Current Affairs." "Yes, now I've got Harvey's job." "So that's the lot then," I checked. "Y-e-s!" she responded in a not very convincing way. "What does that mean? You haven't had any more promotions, so there can't be any more surely?" "No I haven't, but you have!" "What, oh no Cherie, you are not going to tell me that I didn't get the Tonight Show by myself, that you had a hand in that too? I could get very pissed at this stage." To be continued ... Cherie will relate how she had her first bisexual experience in order to secure her husband's new gig to host the Tonight Show in Part 2. Look for it, not in Loving Wives, but in the Celebrities category and find out which Tonight Show celebrity guest Cherie fucks. Celebrity Status Ch. 02 In Part One, Cherie came clean with all the sexy details when her husband Murray became suspicious as to how she so quickly rose up the executive ladder in the TV network's newsroom. It turned out that she had used the corporate casting couch to full effect. But just when Murray thought he had heard it all, Cherie dropped a clanger... "Yes, now I've got Harvey's job," my wife confirmed. "So that's the lot then," I checked. "Y-e-s!" she responded in a not very convincing way. "What does that mean? You haven't had any more promotions, so there can't be any more surely?" "No I haven't, but you have!" "What, oh no Cherie, you are not going to tell me that I didn't get the Tonight Show gig by myself, that you had a hand in that too? I could get very pissed at this stage?" "I am sorry darling, I hesitated about admitting this last one, but I am being very honest with you, so that we can move on from this. I have to admit that your audition went extremely well and most of the management committee were pretty much sold on you. But through my involvement at the executive meetings, I had heard that the EP (executive producer) had a few doubts and wanted to audition a couple of others before the final decision." "The EP, that's Sarah for God's sake. Shit, some of the crew think she's a lez." "From my first-hand experience, I can tell you that they're right, although I'd say more likely bi darling," Cherie said with a very knowing smile. "You've got to be joking. Not you, you didn't, you wouldn't?" "I would do just about anything if I thought it would help my loving husband. So I guess you're going to want to hear this story too, particularly since most guys fantasise about seeing two women together. You're too late to see it, but I guess you can hear about it ... will that do darling? Oh my God, I can already feel your dick surging." To emphasise her point, she began to really tug on my penis. It wasn't going to take much to release my cum now. Suddenly Cherie shifted about in my lap, lifting herself up and pulling down on my underpants. Before I realised what was happening, she was lowering her body down over my stiff erection that was standing up vertically. I felt the incredible wet heat of her passage completely enveloping my cock. Cherie is always so observant and she must have realised that I was nearly there from a combination of hearing her stories and her hands touching and tugging on my cock. I was so aroused that it only took me a few quick thrusts upward into her and I was there, my cock expelling volumes of cum into my beautiful wife. It all happened so quickly! When I came down from my orgasm, Cherie stared me in the eyes at close range, "You won't want to hear this darling, but that had shades of Jerry about it and I missed out, I left that too late didn't I? So what about I tell you the story about how I convinced Sarah that you were the only host to consider. I think that after I've finished telling you that story, you might just get that wonderful dick of yours up big enough to get us both off next time." "That's already sounding like a very strong possibility." "So where was I? Oh yes, that's right, The EP Sarah was throwing in other possible names rather than agreeing with everybody else that you were the one to host the new Tonight Show." "What did she have against me?" "Maybe that you had a dick instead of a hole, darling. I came straight out and asked her that leading question when the meeting to discuss your appointment broke up. I had gone into that meeting believing that you were a shoo-in. Sarah was very evasive, obviously she knew that we were a couple and didn't want to admit what she had against you because her argument would have been very flimsy. The meeting refused to bite the bullet and back you, adjourning without confirming you." "Shit, what a bitch she is ... and to think that I've tried hard to be very nice to her." "Well Murray, it's okay now." "How did you turn her around?" "We were in the hallway outside the boardroom, she looked around us as if she didn't want anyone to hear our discussion. Then she asked if I would like to go for a drink with her. I knew very little about her, we had never fraternised. Anyway, I did want to pursue her over appointing you so I agreed to go and asked her 'When?' She told me there was no time like the present, 'Can you get away?' 'I can now,' I told her, I'm now the Network Director of News and Current Affairs, I can come and go as I please. So we adjourned down to that den of iniquity, the Journalists Bar down at the Sheraton and had a few drinks." "Did you know that she had a reputation as a lez at this stage?" "I had heard stories, but that didn't scare me, we were only having a drink together. We had two or three and it was only 2.30 in the afternoon. The next thing she's telling me that because of the long hours she's been putting in to create your new Tonight Show, the network has been putting her up at this hotel. 'How about we take this argument upstairs ... to my room?' she suggests. Darling, I never saw it coming, I guess I should have, particularly now that I was one of the top executives at the network and I had been briefed about putting yourself in compromising situations. So we go to her room and as she slammed the door shut behind me, Sarah pushed me up against the wall, grabbing my wrists and holding them against the wall up above my head. She was straight away kissing me, with some heavy tongue. Murray, believe me, that's the last time that I will use the word straight in this conversation ... straight she was not." "Wow, did you ever walk into a trap ... do you think she knew about the moves you'd pulled to get to where you are in the company?" "Who knows, I don't think so. I just think that she was an opportunist, she hadn't got any of her kind of sex for a while and saw me as a likely target ... I have no idea why, maybe she just fancied me. Anyway, her knee is between mine, she's forcing my knees apart, then she drops one hand down and brings it up under my skirt, grabbing a handful of my crotch and working on my clit. Not very well, I might add, she was way too rough for it to be sexy, and that's not a feminine thing to be rough like that. 'What makes you think that I'm interested?' I asked her when I could get her tongue out of my mouth for long enough. 'Do you want your guy to get the Tonight Show gig?' she asked. 'Of course,' I told her. 'Then you're interested,' she told me, she was very authoritarian, 'get on the bed.' No please or by your leave, just 'get on the bed.' I paused for a moment, considering whether I might pull rank on her, remind her of my position in the company and then tell her she was fired. But I had only just been appointed, I wasn't sure whether I wanted to test my authority by terminating the hot shot EP of a brand new show ... she had a strong track record for ratings within the network and in a confrontation, the management might side with her. So I walked over and lay down on the bed. I think that she might have been bluffing because all of the bravado disappeared, she actually broke into a smile and she lay down beside me and began kissing me like I meant something to her. This time, when her hand slipped up under my skirt and lightly touched my inner thighs, she was gentle. When her fingers pushed inside my panties and sought out my clit, my arse lifted up off the bed ... I wanted more of those exploring fingers. This was the real Sarah and she was very good." "This had to be your first ever encounter with a woman, you've never mentioned going down that road before." "No you're right, she was my first." My cock had remained inserted inside my wife's vagina since that frantic fuck five minutes ago. With this startling new revelation, it stiffened within Cherie's body. She didn't miss it, couldn't miss it, I felt her squirming around on my hard cock, forcing it to reach every part of her velvet passage. "So I'm guessing that she did something to make you cum?" "Absolutely, she diddled my clit with her fingers for a minute or two, then she rose up above me, stripped off most of my clothes and sucked and licked me to a mind-blowing finish. My God, she was good at it." "What did you have to do, you must have had to reciprocate?" "Good guess Murray. When I had come down from cumming, she rolled our bodies over quite neatly so that she was now on her back. I knew that she would want me to do the same for her so I just followed her lead and sucked on another woman's clit for the first time in my life. She went off like firecrackers. When it was all over and it was getting dark outside and we called it quits for the day, and we were both getting dressed, each pulling our panties on and reattaching our bras ... she said to me 'By the way, Murray is a shoo-in for the Tonight Show. I wouldn't have anybody else.'" "Really, so she did want me after all ... she had tricked you into bed." "It would seem so, but I didn't complain ... it had been a brand new experience for me." "So how was it, how did it compare to having men?" My wife was straddling me at the breakfast table, my cock hard up inside her as she faced me. I thrust myself upward and watched her eyes close to revel in the feel of my erection deep up inside her. "Umm! That's all darling, I am finished telling you of all my sins, I think that you need to fuck me hard to show me how much you still love me." I thrust hard up inside her again and she whimpered with pleasure. "After you answer my last question ... how did doing it with a woman compare with a man?" "Umm! Oh, push that beautiful dick of yours up hard again and I'll tell you." I did, thrusting it firmly until I was wedged solidly inside her vagina. "Darling, doing it with a woman is missing the key ingredient, there's no dick. Darling, you have to have a dick to make this damn fucking thing work. Nothing could ever beat this, feeling your hard-on fucking me ... there is nothing better. But for a diversion on a crazy afternoon, it was fun and it did feel very nice in its own unique way." "So you won't be going over to the dark side any time soon?" She giggled, "No, nothing like that, now let's stop talking and you give me some hard loving." I have said before in this story that my wife was not one to settle back and let the man do her. She was a very active participant and always threw her body around, switching positions and angles so that both could derive the greatest pleasure out of every fuck. This one was no exception and soon she was bouncing up and down on my rampant hard-on, her arms draped around my neck, her face buried there, biting me as much as kissing me passionately. Pressing her upper body against my chest, her long hard nipples rubbing on my skin, arousing us both. I could hear her impending orgasm as much as feel it and when it hit, she gave it everything, shrieking and gasping and panting like it was the best one that she had ever had. As she came down from it slowly, she pulled her face back away from my neck, stared into my eyes with great affection and told me, "I love you Murray, more than you'll ever know." Her revelations as to how she used the casting couch -- the boardroom version -- to fuck her way to the top in her chosen profession had been quite startling to me. I am afraid that I had a hard time accepting her theory that this was not cheating, that this was just entering a business arrangement, like signing a contract that carried incentive clauses in it. However, Cherie continued to show me her undying love and accompanied it with an insatiable thirst for mind-blowing sex. How could I give that up? I would just have to man up and accept that our marriage had become a little bit different. As it turned out, her testing of me - and our marriage vows - was yet to move to another level. My successful transition to Tonight Show host on TV brought with it some new crazy diversions. The Tonight Show launched nationally on October 1. While the Tonight Show concept had been continuous and successful in the USA with an easy transition from Johnny Carson through to David Letterman and Jay Leno, in Australia we had gone for years without one. Variety TV was just something that the TV managers failed to embrace. But now the concept was back in favour and I was the spearhead of the program. It started well and early ratings were very good, showing how much the viewers had missed this type of programming. I was on air twice a week (Mondays and Thursdays), again a departure from the nightly Tonight Show format in USA. Right from the start, Cherie came to see the show produced live each night, despite coming off a full day in the executive suite. She chose to sit up in the green room where the guests waited with refreshments until their spot in the show came up. For the third show, at the start of my second week on air, my star guest for the night was American actor Bradley Cooper, at 38 one of Hollywood's hottest new stars, and here in Australia to promote a new movie. We saved him to be the last interview on the show so he had spent probably an hour-and-a-half cooling his heels in the green room. The guests could get alcohol there, although our staff were advised to watch how much they let them consume. We wanted the guests to be bright and happy when they went to air, but not pissed and belligerent. He was too big a movie star now to come to rehearsals which were hours before the show went to air, so the first that I got to meet Bradley face-to-face was when I introduced him by name and he walked onto the set. Even though I was a Tonight Show novice, I already knew how dangerous this was and one hoped that the chemistry between us would be right. Nevertheless, the first half of the interview went well, my researchers had sourced some good stuff about him and he was especially entertaining. In the commercial break, he leaned across to me and whispered, "Man, they told me your show is only new..." "That's true, only the second week," I confirmed. "Well, I gotta tell you what a very professional operation you run here for a new show, everybody seems to know their job so well, and man, that hot chick you provided up in the green room ... I gotta tell you she is something else." I didn't know that we were providing such a woman to entertain the guests in the green room so I must have shown him a puzzled look. But if he was aware of my ignorance about her, then he didn't let on ... he was obviously so captivated by whoever he had met there. I was about to make a mental note to ask Cherie when I saw her later. But his enthusiasm for this hot woman in the green room continued. "Yes man, she is hot, hot, hot! Where did you find her? Great figure, sleek black hair and I don't think I've come across nipples that big before." "You saw her nipples?" I was incredulous, how had he seen this woman's nipples in such a short time? Wait on a moment ... his description of sleek black hair and the size of her nipples was giving me a clue ... he was describing my wife. "Murray, I cannot ever recall getting a blow job while waiting to go on air in the green room of any other TV show, and I can tell you, I've been on a lot of shows." A blow job, was he kidding me? My first reaction was that this must be some kind of set-up by the crew. I looked around me anxiously to see if the floor manager or cameramen were breaking up? But there was nothing, they weren't watching for my reaction. This wasn't looking like a set-up. "I tell you what though Murray, I'm going to be recommending your show's approach to Letterman when I get back to the States. What a great way to put a guest at ease." The floor manager came close to us, "Thirty seconds and we're back on air." My head spun wondering if my guest, the international actor Bradley Cooper, was really describing my wife as the woman who blew his cock up in the green room ... but how and why? If she had not only recently revealed her sexual exploits in getting to the top news job in the network, I would have dismissed Bradley's revelation as a case of mistaken identity. But now knowing what I did about my lovely Cherie, the m.o. sounded like it matched my beautiful wife. Bradley wasn't finished with his enthusiasm for the hot woman in the green room, still leaning his head across from the lounge he sat on, whispering of his surprise exploit. "She got me to go around behind the bar and stand there watching your show on the monitor while she got down on her knees and sucked my cock. She even stuck her finger up my arse until I came in her mouth. Man oh man, she is hot!" The floor manager again, "Coming to you in ten seconds, hey guys, sitting up straight please." Bradley straightened his body as directed while I still leaned forward seeking more details. The floor manager was getting angry now, "Murray, sitting up, back on air in five ... four ... three ... two ... and..." he paused and then pointed his finger silently at the number one camera as the red light appeared on it. I had belatedly straightened my body but I was sitting there in shock. Why would Cherie do this to me, who else might have seen her give my star guest a blow job? I missed my cue, must have left a long pause because the floor manager was pointing his finger again at the camera. I somehow switched to auto-pilot and began talking. "We're back with my special guest Bradley Cooper, star of so many big movies in the past few years..." I began reading the auto-cue that magically ran my script up over the camera lens. "...Bradley, I am told there have been 34 films and the biggest was probably 'The Hangover' and its two sequels or perhaps 'Silver Linings Playbook.' Now Bradley..." I read the words straight off the auto-cue, "...tell me about the women in your life. You dated the actress Zoe Saldana, what a great looking woman there, but you broke up earlier this year and now she's just gone and got married. Any regrets there?" "No Murray, Zoe and I had a good run, you are right, she is a great looking woman, that jet black hair down over her shoulders, that must be a type that I like. You've got a woman here behind the scenes tonight, same sleek black hair, great looks ... yes that must really be my type." Suddenly self-conscious that he was describing my wife on live television, many of my friends, my parents and work colleagues might recognise her description. I needed to urgently steer the discussion away from Cherie, "Any special woman presently in your life, Bradley?" "No there's not, I am constantly on the lookout." He turned toward my studio audience, "I am beginning to think that Australian women are great, those that I've met so far, and looking out into your audience tonight, man I can see some good looking chicks." Predictably, that got him a strong instantaneous round of applause from my audience. I tried to distract him from the source of his blow job, "I think we've got a younger female audience in tonight Bradley, no doubt because you are on the show." I struggled on with the rest of the interview although it was difficult. The auto-cue script had only been there to get me started again after the commercial break. From now I was on my own, basing my questions on how he answered the previous one. I struggled to concentrate on each of his answers to formulate my next question. But all the while, my head was filled with a vision of my wife on her knees, Bradley's erection filling her mouth so that her lips were stretched around it as she received copious bursts of his cum and tried to swallow it all down. And all this had happened while she listened to the actor's moans of cumming mixed with her loving husband's voice on the TV in the green room. I got through it to the end but I am sure that the second half of the Bradley Cooper interview would not have been as good as the first and not one of my shining moments on live TV. I hoped that not too many viewers switched off. Celebrity Status Ch. 02 As the floor manager called, "And we're clear, thank you guys," Bradley wasted no time with me, immediately rising up from the guest chair and shaking my hand. "Murray, that was great, I wish you well with your show, I hope you have a good run." "Thanks Bradley ... look, we usually have a short after-party for the essential crew and the guests, I hope you can stay, have a drink or two." He was already looking around like he was searching for someone in the packed studio, "Yes that would be great, but I can only have one drink. Look sorry if I seem a little distracted, but I gotta find that woman again, I didn't even get her name." Did my wife let the movie star shove his cock into her mouth before she could even say, "Hi, I'm Cherie?" "Oh, I think she might have gone," I tried, hoping that I could distract him, maybe even point him in the direction of the audience that was already being ushered out of the studio. "You might see someone you like among the groupies in the audience." "Nah, I don't want that type of woman, this one upstairs in the green room, she was all class ... beautiful, about my age, great conversationalist and sexy as. And looked a lot like Zoe too!" "Ah yes, the one that got away, maybe that's why you're a bit obsessed about this one." "Yeah could be, I don't know. I'll go looking, I'll say goodbye before I leave, thanks Murray." Bradley went off and disappeared from my view behind the cameras, monitors, sound gear and assorted technical equipment surrounding the set. I wanted to get off the set too, go looking for my Cherie and ask her for an explanation. When she came clean about the guys that she had banged while climbing the corporate ladder, she had made no mention that she might have sex with others ever again. But before I could go find her, a group of 5 middle aged women burst free from the staff that was ushering them out of the studio. They cornered me and began heaping praise on this new TV personality ... me! "Oh Murray, we just love your show," said one. "And you're so funny, we enjoy the jokes you tell at the start," added a second. "Tell us about yourself, are you married?" asked another. They managed to distract me for about two minutes before a staff member spotted my predicament and came to my rescue, "Ladies, you 're naughty, you got away from me. I'm sorry but we have to clear the studio and Murray is a very busy man, even after the show." I thanked the security guy for rescuing me, politely said goodnight to the 5 women and went off in search of Cherie, knowing that Bradley already had a couple of minutes head start on me. I went upstairs and checked the green room ... nobody there, I even went and looked behind the bar ... the scene of the crime to my thinking. On the floor, I actually found an earring that I was pretty sure belonged to Cherie. I tried to picture in my mind how it may have come off her ear ... possibly the movie star grabbed hold of her head to hold her mouth steady in position while he emptied the cum from his cock deep down her throat. I looked into the room where we held the after-party. It was crowded already ... the guests who had appeared on the show, along with the EP, lesbian Sarah and her girlfriend, several members of the band and ... over toward the corner, my Cherie in deep conversation with Bradley and his minder. I walked in, contemplating whether to go straight across to them and confront the pair, to tell Bradley that the woman he was obsessing over was actually my wife ... and to back off. But Sarah intercepted me, stopping me midway across the room to make a couple of observations about tonight's show. "Murray, I've gotta tell you this before I forget..." she started. All the time that she waffled, my eyes kept darting beyond her, looking across to the corner of the room where both Cherie and Bradley had their backs to me, my wife in a figure hugging pastel blue dress that came down to about 5 inches above her knees. His hand was draped over her arse and I could see his fingers roaming, caressing her arse over her tight dress. Occasionally, he would clench his fingers in the middle, just under the curve of her arse, groping her ... I figured that she would be feeling his fingers low down between her cheeks. To my amazement, whenever he did that, she dropped her head onto his shoulder affectionately as if signalling to him how much she liked the feel of his fingers groping her arse. This was new to me. Cherie had only recently revealed the full details of her episodes of fornication with her bosses to me ... but to me at that time, they were only words, no pictures. But here now, before my very eyes, I could see my wife outrageously flirting with another guy oblivious to the possibility that I - and our peers - could be watching them. Sarah at last finished with me and I was about to move my feet in the direction of Cherie and the movie star when I saw my wife lean over and kiss his cheek warmly. At the same time, her hand was reaching around behind him and squeezing his arse just the same way he had groped her. Then she turned and walked across the room toward me, stopping in front of me. "Hi darling, great show, you are so good at this and I am so proud of you." "Proud enough to come home with me right now?" I asked. "What does that mean?" "Bradley told me about your blow job, are you trying to embarrass me in front of all my colleagues?" My wife reached out the hand that had goosed Bradley and touched my arm, "Darling, don't fret about that, it's nothing, I thought that I was pretty discreet doing it up in the green room when everybody else had gone. If I'd intended to embarrass you, I'd have come down and blown him on the set during a commercial break." "Oh yes, really discreet, down on your knees behind the bar... where you lost this in a moment of passion," I said, handing her the earring I had found. "Where did you find that?" she asked. "As I just said, it was on the floor behind the bar, right where it dropped off." "Oh God, it must have been when he grabbed my head as he started to cum, I think he was afraid that I wouldn't swallow ... he was just trying to encourage me. But he wasn't to know that I had no intention of denying him that pleasure, I know from you how much men like it." "What have you got to say about all this? I thought it was all over after you screwed your way to the top." "Oh darling, don't be mad at me, it is over ... well it was, but darling, this is a major movie star, can you imagine how exciting that is? I mean, every time that I see one of his movies in future, I will think of this night, think of his dick bursting inside my mouth, filling me with his cum. Oh Murray, I can't believe it, a chance to have sex with this guy. Really darling, think of it, you can do the same when famous women come on your show. Nicole Kidman's booked in a couple of weeks, you know how much you like her. I wouldn't say a thing to you if you manage to get off with her, I'll be so happy for you, as happy as I hoped you'd be for me getting to be fucked by Bradley Cooper." "I thought you only blew him." "So far, but he's taking me back to his hotel now, we both know what that means darling ... it means that I get to be fucked by one of the world's biggest movie stars. He said I looked a lot like Zoe Saldana, you know he used to go out with her?" "Yes I do, if you had been watching my show instead of sticking his cock in your mouth, you'd have seen me mention that fact." "Murray, I don't like your attitude, I really thought that you would see what an opportunity this is. For you too in the future, I mean ... if you don't pull Nicole, you've still got Kylie Minogue, Elle Macpherson and Miranda Kerr coming up, imagine you getting off with any of them." "With my luck, Nicole will bring Keith Urban with her and Miranda will bring Orlando Bloom and Elle is nearly old enough to be my mother. Honey, I am very disappointed in you, but it looks like your mind is made up and nothing I say will change it." "No it won't, I have to do this, I will never have another opportunity like this. I don't know what time I will get home, maybe it will depend on how good he is, I mean how much endurance he has. But it's a working day for me tomorrow so I can't really stay with Bradley all night. If you're up when I get home, I'll tell you every little bit of what happened, every detail ... I know now how you like that, don't you? I'll even go right back to how I sucked his dick behind the bar, I bet you cum big time when I describe that to you." She leaned in close and kissed me chastely on the lips and I was reminded that only a moment ago these lips of hers had kissed Bradley Cooper on the cheek. But then I remembered that they were also the same lips that had closed over his erection while he blasted his cum down her throat. She turned on her high heels and walked back over to Bradley and his minder, this time she kissed the movie star on his mouth and again his hand came around to grope her arse suggestively. The three of them took a different course through the room to head for the exit so that they didn't pass by me and disappeared out the door. I followed out the door myself at a discreet distance, arriving at the foyer of our TV station just in time to see them out front getting into a stretch limo. The minder got in up front alongside the driver, leaving Cherie and Bradley to climb in the back on their own, probably also with the black screen up between they and the driver's compartment. I left the building too and strolled through the car park. As I reached my car and climbed in, I contemplated that, as my wife and the movie star headed on the 20 minute drive back toward the city, they might already be making out in the darkened seclusion of the back of the limo. At the least, by now I could expect Bradley's tongue would be in my wife's mouth, perhaps even sucking her extraordinarily long nipples that he had been stunned by (I never did ask him how he had seen them while getting a blow job). At worst, the stretch limo interior would afford enough room that he could actually be already fucking my wife before they reached his hotel room. I drove home in silence with my thoughts. When you've just done 90 minutes of live television pivoted around yourself, you are still up there on a high even two hours later. I thought about going to bed straight away but I knew that I couldn't sleep, partly from the adrenaline rush of doing the show and partly from stressing that my wife wasn't at home with me ... she was in the arms of another man. And not just any man, but one of the worlds leading film stars. I cooked myself up a light late night snack and sat down to watch some TV. But I couldn't concentrate, I wouldn't be able to relate anything that I watched in that hour from 12.30 till 1.30am. About 2am, I considered trying to sleep, I even changed into my pj's and went to bed. But I lay there, counting off nearly every minute until nearly 2.30. So, back to the living room and I turned on the TV again. Cherie would have been with Bradley in his hotel room for more than two hours now, going on for 3. They left the studio about 11.30 so they would have got to his hotel around midnight. Unless of course, they diverted to party at a nightclub ... oh surely not, not on a Monday night, Cherie had to be in the office by 9 in the morning and she had to be alert to cope with her new high-power job. I wondered how many staff around the TV station saw her leaving with Bradley, would rumours start now? They could harm her in her new position from a moral standpoint. Then there is the prospect of what any rumours could do to my standing as the new TV star at the station. At least with the distraction of the TV, my eyes drooped and I began to catnap. Headlights of a car shining on our front window startled me awake. I checked the clock ... 3.15am. What should I do now? Scurry up to bed and pretend that I had been sleeping unconcerned? Or go open the front door and lecture her as she came home? Or maybe I'll just lie right where I am in front of the TV, let her find me here still half-asleep. I did just that and had my eyes open just enough to see through the slits of my lids, watching her come into the living room, to see me laying there on the sofa. Even at this late hour, assuming what she had just put her body through, she still looked great. Sure, her hair was a bit dishevelled, but I guess rolling around in a bed while being fucked will do that. On the outside, her clothing looked to all be immaculately in place and at first glance, appeared not to be marked or carrying any cum stains. "Murray, you stayed up for me, how sweet is that ... you can't be too mad at me." She came right up to where I lay on the sofa and bent down to plant a kiss on my cheek. When she came close, did she smell of sex or was that just my imagination? I opened my eyes wider so that I could check her out. "So how did it go honey ... was he everything you expected him to be?" "He was okay in that department darling, nothing special, but for me it was more the excitement of having sex with such a huge star. I did have a wonderful time and I can't thank you enough for being so understanding. I won't promise you now that's the last time that I might ever do that, but only because I am hoping that Brad Pitt comes to Australia this year and that you have him on your show." "So just checking then honey, you did do the deed with him, I guess you let the big movie star fuck you?" "Yes! Of course! That's what he wanted ... can you believe that Murray, Bradley Cooper the movie star wanted my body, wanted to stick his dick in my vagina." "Honey, do I detect that he may have been a dud fuck?" "What makes you suggest that Murray?" "You just told me he was okay in that department ... okay does not sound very enthusiastic. And I've always suspected that he was a dud fuck because you might recall that the beautiful Rachel McAdams gave him up for Owen Wilson in 'Wedding Crashers' so he can't have been that good in bed. Rachel's hot, she would have been able to pick good from bad." "Oh Murray, that's pathetic, you're confusing the movies with real life darling." "I could probably say the same to you Cherie." "Ooh touché, have you been working on that line all night?" "No, it just came to me." "So darling, are you coming to bed now?" "Yes, might as well." I rose up from the sofa and followed her down the hall, admiring the movement and sway of her delightful arse in that figure-hugging dress all the way to our bedroom, recalling how I had scoped her out from across the room after the show hours ago. My wife turned and pushed me toward our bed, "Go hop into bed darling, I will just go and have the quickest of showers." I grabbed her hand before she could get away, "No, have your shower in the morning honey, I might just make you sweat a bit more now." "Ooh darling, it's very late and I have a meeting at 9." "The last promise you made to me was that you would be coming home with a story to tell me." "Oh my God, darling it's so late, do you really want to hear about that now?" "Of course I do, I'd rather you tell me while it's all still fresh in your mind ... it's not my fault how late it is." I turned her away from me and drew the zipper in her dress down from the back of her neck to her waist. Anxious to see what lingerie she had worn this night under the dress, I eagerly pulled the top half down and then eased the tightest part of the dress down over her hips. All evening, I had wondered whether she had intentionally worn one of her colour-matching lingerie sets beneath her dress to the TV studio. Had she left home with a pre-conceived plan to have sex with the movie star or had it just happened on a spur of the moment whim? Sure enough, it was the mauve lingerie set, the one that she had told me she wore the very first time she cheated when she seduced her first boss, Jerry Collins on the eve of our wedding. From behind I admired the shape and smooth skin of her arse so exposed in the mauve thong and matching garter belt and stockings as she still stood tall in her high heels. "I thought these stockings were laddered when you wore them for Jerry and he insisted they stay on right through your fucking?" "Yes, the originals were, but I have continued to search everywhere for a new pair and I found these recently. It's not quite that same matching mauve colour but I don't think a guy would notice in the dim lights of a bedroom. Same thing happened tonight with Bradley, he wanted me to leave them on and the nylon laddered, so I will have to throw these out now." Although I would have liked to admire the way her impressive breasts bulged out of her half-cup bra and appreciate those unique nipples, I was keen now to have her naked for me. I unsnapped the bra while still standing up close behind her and slid my hands around under the loosening garment to clasp a hold of her wonderful breasts with the enormous nipples. This was the first time that I had actually seen her dressed for seduction. When I had heard about her multiple sexual exploits with TV executives, we had both been in our routine non-sexy sleepwear and the only turn-on for me had been her words. As the palms of my hands ground around her magnificent twin orbs, she dropped her head back onto my shoulder and I brought my mouth to her right ear, slipping my tongue in to tease the opening. She moaned! "I watched you drive away with him in the limo..." I whispered in her ear, "...and you two looked to be alone in the back. It's a 20-minute drive to the city, did he make a move that quickly?" "Um hmm, he sure did!" she seemed to recall dreamily. "Before the car even got onto the street outside, I guess?" "Not quite, he was discreet enough to wait until the screen went up between the driver and us." "What did he do first?" "Oh my God, he was all over me, the seats in that limo were so big it was almost like being in a bed. But he did what you just did, unzipped my dress ... he was telling me how he wanted to get at my breasts." "It was the nipples, wasn't it? They are so good, I'll bet he couldn't wait to suck on them?" "Um hmm, oh my God Murray, he feasted on them all the way to the city ... sucking and licking, even tugging on the nipples between his teeth ... a bit painful at times, but crazy good. He had me delirious by the time we got to his hotel, I was definitely in heat. The limo driver pulled right up outside the hotel and I was still naked to the waist. Darling, there were people walking around outside the car and I thought that they could see me through the window, I was very embarrassed. But then Bradley assured me that nobody could see in through the tinted glass. Nevertheless, he got the driver to go around the block while I got my bra back on and he helped me get my dress back into position." "I've had a question for you all night, how did he know about the size of your nipples when he was talking to me during the commercial break when I was interviewing him. At that stage, you had only given him a blow job so how did he know that your nipples were so unique?" My hands continued to massage my wife's breasts, maintaining those long firm nipples in the palms of my hand. Her head lolled back against my shoulder and my mouth now nuzzled her neck giving her new love bites to go alongside those that I could see that Bradley had only recently planted on her soft skin. "Umm, that's so nice Murray, don't stop doing that." She dropped one hand, slipping it around her back, squeezing it between our bodies so that she could grasp a hold of my hardening cock. "When I went down on my knees behind the bar in the green room and took his dick out of his pants and began teasing it with my tongue, he reached down and put one hand into the top of my dress. He pushed his fingers in under my bra to play with my nipples. Murray, you know how long they get when I am aroused ... well, they were already big from the moment I saw Bradley's dick. He almost pulled his hand back in shock when he touched one and felt how long it was. He couldn't believe it! So when he was talking to you on the set, he still hadn't actually seen my nipples but he had felt one and I had told him how big they get. So he became obsessed with seeing them and sucking on them. Boy, you men, the way you get turned on by something like that." Celebrity Status Ch. 02 "Honey, they are extraordinary and I think that I should pay homage to them myself right now." I grasped her shoulders and spun her around, pausing to see them standing out so long before I ducked my head down and began to worship them, sucking and licking and nipping them by grazing my teeth across the taut nipples. Cherie was moaning now, "Umm, oh that's so good darling ... do you want to skip my story and just get into bed and do it? I am warning you though, you might find me a bit messy inside, I did offer to have a shower." "No, we'll get into bed but no sex yet and definitely no shower. Tell me more honey." I interrupted my kissing of her nipples for her to lay down in our bed and then I joined her and resumed kissing the extended nipples. "Murray, you are so weird, I can't believe that you want to hear all this stuff." "Don't ask why, I can't tell you why ... just go ahead and tell me what he did to you." "Okay, well I managed to get my clothing all secure again so that I would look decent when I stepped out of the limo and walked through the foyer of the hotel." "Did he take your arm like you were with him, like you were his date?" "Yes he did, I guess to an observer, it would have looked just that, like I was Bradley Cooper's date." "How did that make you feel?" "That was a turn-on in itself, here I was so obviously the date of a leading movie star ... he could have any woman he wanted, but he had chosen me this night." "Yes you, a married woman and all." "I know Murray, and I'm sorry that I am the way I am. I do love you, truly I do, but I just have this obsession to have sex with important people ... people that impress me ... and that I can impress with my body." "Impress them by giving them blow jobs." "That's a low blow, Murray." "You don't get much lower than being on your knees to suck a guy's cock." "Not just any guy's ... Bradley Cooper's." "Yes, well we're going around in circles, so you better continue." "He was nice enough to ask if I wanted to go to a nightclub. I think that he wanted me to think that he wasn't just with me for the sex ... which of course he was. Murray, I'm not stupid, I know that I had made him want me by this stage." "So did you go to a club?" "No, I told him that I didn't think it was wise for us to be seen together in a place like that. After all, I am your wife -- now the wife of a big TV star - and I do have a high-powered job in this city ... it wouldn't look right." "Well thank you at least for that." "So he whisked me straight across the hotel lobby to the elevator which I guess is what he wanted anyway. He would have been pretty horny by now after kissing my breasts all the way in from the studio in the car. Frankly I guess he just wanted to get his rocks off inside me." "At least you are a realist honey." "Yes, oh I know that. So anyway, we rode up in the elevator to one of the top floors and he had this suite with a view right out over the whole city. Oh, the lights looked great from up there." "Was anyone else with you by this stage?" "No, he had dismissed the limo at the door ... his minder came into the hotel foyer with us, but somehow by the time we were in the elevator, he had disappeared." "Where was that guy from anyway?" "He's a local, Murray, I think he works for the film distributor here. Bradley flew out here alone and the movie people seem to have assigned this guy to watch his arse. I'll tell you something about him later too. Anyway, now we are up in Bradley's suite and he was quite polite, offered me a drink from the mini bar. I did have one, but just to make the moment last. I mean, here I was with this great big movie star, knowing that anytime now, he was going to stick his dick inside me. I just wanted to savour the moment, to pause and look at him, admire how handsome he is, watch him undress, let him undress me. And then to feel him slide that dick of his up inside me, the dick that I figured I knew so intimately now after having it in my mouth, after letting him cum in my mouth." "So how long did you stall him for?" "I think that we must have sat there talking for about 20 minutes." "Where were you?" "In the living area of the suite, I hadn't seen the bedroom yet, the suite was massive, the bedroom was another whole room. Anyway, we just sat on a lounge together, alongside each other and his hand wandered while we drank and talked. He's a toucher, so it stroked my arm, then my face, then he ran it up and down my leg from my knees up to my hips. Over the dress at that stage, but then he brought his hand around and slipped it between my knees, his eyes watching me closely, probably looking for my reaction." "Do you think he was uncertain about you, wondered if maybe you might still pull out. Perhaps he was worried that you might be a cock-teaser." "No I don't think so, we had talked some pretty intimate stuff when we were over in the corner at the after-party ... you know, what we each like to do in sex. I told him what I wanted him to do to me and he boasted about how good he was, how good it would be when we fucked, so there could be little doubt what we were both there for." "A bit of an ego there then?" "I don't begrudge him that, I guess it goes with the territory. So Murray, we had been sitting there drinking and talking for 20 minutes or so, so much anticipation between us, each of us knowing what was about to happen, perhaps each waiting for the first move. So at last what got it going was his hand moving on my thighs, slipping between my knees, that was it. I just let my knees fall apart, as wide as I could get them in that dress, I even turned my body more toward his to make it easier for him to reach my good parts. His hand stroked up my inner thighs under the dress, up to the top of my stockings, touched the garter strap and he made some comment. I think he said, 'that's interesting.'" "Stockings and garters go back a long way in seduction, I wonder how aware he was of them, whether he had come across them before?" "Oh, I'd say he had. Anyway, his hand just kept going up, I was so ready for it, anticipating that it was about to happen now, I was about to feel his fingers on my pussy. I tried to stretch my legs apart, but the dress was very tight. He could just get his fingertips against my tiny thong pantie ... that was all that covered my pussy. 'God, you are so wet,' he told me with great enthusiasm, only confirming something that I assumed from the way I felt. God Murray, I have to confess that I so wanted him inside me at that moment, I was ready to burst." "I am amazed that you could both hold back for 20 minutes, after the way he went at you in the limo." "Yes, I guess that was surprising how much restraint he had, particularly after he had sucked on my breasts for all that time in the car, he was really ready for it." "How did you know that?" "I felt his hard-on while he sucked my breasts in the limo, it was still in his pants." "See there you are, you're leaving bits out, you didn't tell me that you touched his cock while you were in the limo." "Sorry, I forgot. It was no big deal, its just something a woman does. I mean, if a guy has your nipples between his lips for that long, then you're obviously feeling so good that there's a natural reaction to just reach out and touch him, feel what he's got there, start thinking about it coming into your body. I have done that with you lots of times." "I guess so, but please try to remember it all for me." "Okay I will, sorry darling, you and your weird kink, wanting to listen to all this stuff. So where was I?" "Bradley had just got his fingers on your wet thong panties." "Oh that's right, yes! Well, because it was so hard to get his whole hand up there between my thighs with the dress being so tight, he told me to stand up and take it off. But you know what, as soon as I stood up, he did all the taking off for me, sitting in front of me, stripping me down to my lingerie ... this lingerie Murray, just as you see me now. He seemed to be knocked out by seeing me like this, he loved it all, took a long time just looking me up and down while he had me stand in front of him and turn this way and that. My God, he was a real perv." "I don't know Cherie, I am certainly not one to defend Bradley Cooper, but when any guy was confronted by the sight of you in this sexy mauve lingerie, I can understand them just wanting to look, to take it all in. My wonderful wife, you are a beautiful woman, some men could cum just from looking at you like this." "Thank you darling, I am very lucky to have a man that thinks that. So after he had taken ages just checking my body out, he reached out and began to take each item off me. He started with my bra like you just did. Then he slipped my panties off, what there was of them and they were saturated in the crotch. Then he stood up in front of me and began to take his clothes off. I asked him what about the garter belt and stockings, but he said he wanted me to leave them on so I did. As you can see, my stockings got a bit shredded again ... they don't make them to withstand some wild fucking." "Is that what it was Cherie, wild fucking?" "Yes, I guess that's what I'd call it. He stripped down to buck naked while I remained in my garter and stockings ... oh and high heels too, I nearly forgot. He said something about liking the way the heels lifted my legs so that I thrust my arse out." "Yes, I know what he means. It does too!" "So we were ready for sex now and he took my hand and led me into the bedroom. The bed was enormous darling, I suppose it was only king size, but it looked gigantic. Anyway, I got onto the bed trying to look as feminine as possible. You know how it's sometimes hard to look feminine and sexy when you're crawling on your knees to get into the middle. Anyway, I found a nice comfy spot, lay on my back and held my arms up to him. He came over and fitted himself alongside me on the bed at first, not on top. I guess that he wanted to kiss me some more, and use his fingers on me, which he did, fingering me while he kissed my nipples again. He was really caught up on them." "I can understand that," I told my wife, "they are a very appealing feature, nobody has them as long as yours, they are a real mouthful." "Glad you like ... anyway, his fingers played with me for a while. I really didn't need any more attention down there, I was running like a river and so ready for him to just climb on top of me and stick his wonderful dick inside me. But to my surprise, when he eventually gave up on my nipples, it was to kiss his way down from my breasts, over my belly and then his mouth was foraging around for my clitoris. I never expected him to go down on me, but I wasn't about to complain. And then bingo, his tongue was swirling around it and I came in record time." "Was it a good finish for you?" "Oh my God, one of the best, I went off like a skyrocket. He gave me just long enough to lie there to soak up the after-glow and then he was on top of me, his knees between my thighs, his dick brushing against my pussy lips, and at last I felt him pushing up inside me. Oh my God, it was heaven, I had wanted to feel it all night." "So you weren't disappointed?" "No, no I wasn't, quite the contrary, it was what I had wanted from him from the moment he walked into the green room. Oh, I have to admit -- and I don't say this just to make you feel better - but he wasn't some incredible lover ... he just did it much like you do, perhaps not even as good, although he was better than Jerry..." "And as good as Harvey and Benjamin too?" "Not as good as Harvey darling ... no, Bradley Cooper could have learned a thing or two from Harvey, most guys could." "Oh, we'll have to talk about what I can learn from Harvey then honey ... but perhaps some other time. So Bradley's not top of the tree then?" "No he's not darling. I don't know if I expected him to be, yes I probably did. But he's a major film star, he doesn't have to be a stud in bed, he's gonna get women anyway without even trying. I know, before you even say it ... yes, like me." "So did you cum with him?" "Oh yes, I did cum when he fucked me, which was a second time for me because I came when he licked me out down there. But there were no multiple orgasms with him." "Oh what a shame!" perhaps I was sounding a bit sarcastic. "Now now, be nice darling, I told you that the real appeal for me was being fucked by a man who I will continue to see up on the big screen for years to come. And every time that I see him, I'll think to myself that I know what he feels like, what it feels to have this man's dick push up inside me, to fuck me hard and then at the end, to spill his cum up inside me." She looked up into my eyes, "I might still have some of his cum inside me darling, is that going to be alright with you?" Without a word, I pushed her back onto the bed and clambered between her thighs, leaning down to kiss her briefly on the lips before my now super hard cock nudged against her pussy lips. She urged me on, "Go on darling, do it now, come on Murray, I want you, fuck me hard now just like Bradley did. I know you want to." I did want to and her words spurred me on, just like she knew they would. I obliged her, centring the tip of my erection at her entrance and then pushing it up inside her, feeling her still wet with fluids, Bradley's cum and her juices mingling, and now mine, filling her vagina up with me. Then it began, a firm thrusting motion, pounding into her body over and over again, listening to her cumming before I felt that urgent need myself. Feeling proud that despite how horny I was at that moment, I could at least satisfy her, bring her to a raging orgasm before I too succumbed and I spasmed hard inside my wife's body. When it was all over and our heavy breathing subsided, she told me, "You're the best darling, you're better than Bradley, it's just that he's more famous ... for now." We laughed and I settled down beside her. We must have both been asleep in 5 minutes. I heard Cherie's alarm clock go off about 7.45, I was conscious that she had arisen and was in the shower. I wanted to drag my body out of bed and go take her in that shower, but I didn't have the energy just now. While I lay there contemplating whether I should, I heard the water turned off ... too late! Eventually, she appeared from the bathroom, looking sexy in her lingerie, but not one of the special sets with garters and stockings. Just a pair of boy leg panties that really showed off her arse and a standard bra that unfortunately covered those magnificent nipples. "We never got to finish my story last night, we both dropped asleep so quickly, we were pretty tired." "Yes, but for different reasons," I told her. "I thought that must have pretty much been it. He fucked you, he was just so so, and then you came home." Cherie came over to our bed and perched down on the side, one foot on the floor, her body half turned toward me. "No, I had cum a couple of times and I was a bit tired, just as I was when I got home. So I slept for a while in Bradley's arms, that was a comfortable place to enjoy the after-glow of cumming. But when I woke up, he had moved, he had his back to me and was snoring. I leaned over to him, tried to rouse him, if only to tell him that I was going home now and to thank him for the night and for the fun of meeting him. He half woke and when I said I was going home, he just said 'Good,' I must admit that was a bit deflating. So I got out of his bed, I was still naked except for the stockings and garter belt ... but what I mean was my pussy and arse were exposed. Anyway, we had left all the rest of my clothes out on the lounge in the living room where he had undressed me, so I slipped out there, never expecting to see anybody. But to my horror, there was Bradley's minder, Brendan was his name, and he was sitting where Bradley and I had sat when we had our drink. "Wow, how the hell did he get in?" "I don't know, he must have had a key." "So he got to see you naked?" "Yes he did, but that's not the worst part. He was sitting there on the couch, and he was holding my thong panties in his left hand, holding them under his nose." "Oh no, he was sniffing them, eh?" "I guess so, I don't get that part, but I guess some guys like to do it." "Well, you women do leave a very pleasant aroma in the crotch of your panties. You said how wet you were, so I guess they were soaked with your juices, your thong would have smelt really good." "Yeah, mingled with sweat ... go figure. Anyway, that's what he was doing, I sort of shouted at him, asked him what he was doing there and why he was holding my panties. He got all defensive, told me that being around Bradley was his job, to mind him while he was in Australia, make sure he didn't get into trouble, get any bad publicity. He told me that he was like an agent for Bradley, said that he was on 20 per cent of everything that involved Bradley. You can probably see what was coming ... he said that meant that he was entitled to his 20 per cent of me. I'd say he had been drinking. So I gave him an earful, I didn't hold back, used some language I wouldn't normally, I told him he could fuck off. I was embarrassed that my body was so naked, so exposed to his view, I hadn't gone to the bathroom to clean off so Bradley's cum was still leaking out of my pussy. What a sight that must have been, but worse, I was worried that my nudity might have been turning him on. I mean, he could see my pussy so clearly, but I was determined to get my clothes on and get out of there, so I came around the front of the couch where he was sitting and then I saw it. He was wearing a shirt but his trousers were down around his knees and he had his dick out, stroking it with his right hand ... he'd obviously been doing that while he sniffed my panties ... what a creep! I reached out to snatch my panties out of his hand but he pulled them away. I was getting scared by now, I didn't want to get within range of his hands, I was afraid that he might pull me down and goodness knows what might happen ... I didn't know how desperate he was to have sex with me. I mean, it might have just been a try-on, he might have been happy just to wank off while sniffing my panties, but I figured that I needed to be careful." I was now quite awake, startled by my wife's story of last night, "Why didn't you tell me this last night, this is really serious." "No, don't worry, it sort of turned out alright, but it could have been serious. I didn't tell you last night because I was relating the events in sequence and I hadn't got up to this point when you decided to ravish me." "Yes I guess I did, didn't I?" She smiled at me, "Yes, and I loved what we did when I got home darling, I was so worried that you wouldn't forgive me for my Bradley Cooper adventure. But you made me feel loved and wanted Murray ... thank you." "So how did you get out of there?" "Well, there I was, standing in front of this creep while he held my panties up to his nose and wanked on his dick ... and here was me, naked except for the garter belt and stockings, standing right in front of where he sat. I mean, his eyes were level with my pussy, staring straight at it ... I was sure that he could see Bradley's cum leaking out of me. What a sight I must have made." "Yeah, and not forgetting those fabulous nipples, I bet he was captivated by them too." "Yes, he could have been. I saw that my dress and my bra were alongside him on the couch. I had to get them so I plucked up all my courage and stepped over next to him, picking up my clothes. Thankfully, he didn't try to stop me, so emboldened, I reached out my hand and said, 'I'll have my panties too thank you.' His eyes were blatantly scanning up and down my nakedness, I was shaking, at least inside. He stretched out the hand that held my thong and I snatched it from him. But then he said, 'I still want my 20 per cent, where do you want us to do it?' I was cringing inside, how could I get out of this situation? I had so wanted sex with Bradley Cooper, but I wasn't about to let this creep go there too. Trembling, I lifted a foot and stepped one leg into my thong panties, then the other, hauling them up to my hips, hoping that he'd see that my pussy was closed for business. I had desperately wanted the covering that my thong panties would provide for my sexual parts, but at the same time I felt uncomfortable putting on a garment that had just been under his nose and that he had held with his possibly dirty hands. I reached for my bra and manoeuvred my breasts into the cups, managing to get it clipped in back. 'Hey not so fast,' he said, 'I'm not finished with you, I told you I want my 20 per cent.' Celebrity Status Ch. 02 "I am actually stunned that you went through this trauma, I didn't see any of this in you when you got home." "Now his eyes looked threatening and I started to worry that I might not get away with this bravado. Bradley couldn't help me, he was fast asleep in the bedroom. I did think of screaming but I wondered how effective that might be. Plus, I worried that it might panic this guy and who knows what he might do then. I made a sudden decision to take charge of the situation, take away his control. Only wearing my lingerie, I dropped down onto the couch right alongside him and screamed at him, '20 per cent, you want your fuckin' 20 per cent ... do you know what that gets you? 20 per cent of the wonderful sex I just had with Bradley entitles you to a hand job ... do you get that Brendan, you get a lousy hand job. Here goes, are you ready for this?' I pushed his own hand off his dick, wrapped mine around his shaft and began pumping it up and down. I was really rough, no gentle finesse. Even as un-sexy as I thought that would be, he closed his eyes and began panting really quickly. I didn't let up, I just pumped him at a furious rate. I could see and hear that he was getting close really quickly. I kept on pumping and in no time at all, his sounds told me he was about to cum. He began shouting at me, 'Suck it, suck it,' but I ignored him, just pumped him harder. There was no way that I was putting this guy's dick in my mouth. I watched closely and when I saw his first spurt of cum shoot up, I pulled my hand off him. His cum spurted up high, nearly to his chin as he slumped on the couch. His eyes flashed open in surprise that my hand was gone. 'Don't stop,' he screamed out, 'oh God, please don't stop." But I had and I was up off the couch in a flash, already stepping into my dress, beginning to haul it up, shouting back at him, 'That's your lousy 20 per cent buddy.' His dick was flailing in mid air, spurting out his cum and he was forced to wrap his own hand around his dick. I don't know darling, I guess you'd understand how a guy needs to have it held while he's cumming, if its not inside a woman. I was already zipping up my dress as his spasms seemed to wilt along with his erection. I grabbed my purse, even took time to check myself in the mirror, took one last look back at poor Brendan, his own hand trying to finish off the sensations that my own hand had started. He looked to have cum everywhere. Then I was out of there." "That's amazing, you came home so cool, I would never have known that you had been through such an incident." "I guess I didn't want to panic you by telling you straight away, the minute I came in the front door. I mean, that last part of the evening was a real downside, I only wanted to recall the good part that I had with Bradley." "So should we do something about this minder character? I don't suppose that police can charge him with anything because you ended up handling it ... if you'll pardon the expression. Do you want to call his employer, see if we can get him fired for giving you such a hard time?" "Oh, I don't know, I think not. If we told his employer, then I'd have to tell them why I was in Bradley's suite in the first place. Let's just let it rest darling. I got away okay." "I guess so," I agreed. My wife, who had been sitting on the edge of our bed while telling me her tale, leaned over toward me sitting propped up against the headboard to give me a kiss. Surprisingly, it became quite a passionate one although I don't think that Cherie had planned for it to be. She was on the way to being dressed for work and had already informed me that she had a work meeting at 9am. But when I felt her lips on mine, I quickly got my tongue working and before she could pull away, hers was responding too. Perhaps aroused by the deep kissing, when she pulled away, she did it quite slowly, her eyes watching mine, her hand dragging across the sheet that covered me, inevitably brushing over my rampant erection. Her eyes flew wide open, "What's this?" "What do you mean what's this?" Cherie grasped my erection through the bed sheet, "This ... this! You're up, you're huge, why have you got such a hard-on?" "Why not, you just kissed me?" "No Murray, I'm not buying that. You don't get a hard-on as good as that from one kiss. You got this from my story, didn't you? Don't lie to me Murray, you are actually turned on by the near-miss that I had with Bradley Cooper's minder ... oh my God, you are so sick. I get into a jam where I could have been raped and your reaction is to get turned on by it. What are you?" "I don't know Cherie, I can't help it, you talk to me about anything sexual that you go through and I get instantly hard from just picturing what you're telling me. Who knows, go figure? All I know right now is I want you." I reached for her, grabbed her shoulders, tried to pull her further onto our bed ... she resisted. "No darling, not now, I've got to get to work, please leave me alone, you're gonna mess my hair up." In spite of her wrestling to get away from me, I managed to get her body half across mine, close enough to kiss her once more. I drove my tongue inside her mouth at the first opportunity and she whimpered, her own tongue returning the passionate kiss. "My meeting darling," Cherie protested when my lips released hers, "it's an important one, I've got to be there." "I want you now honey, come on, after all you've put me through, don't hold out on me." I watched her eyes, searching for a sign that she might relent. "Not full sex darling, we don't have time for that," she bargained. "What then?" I asked anxiously, my hands holding her arms firmly, refusing to let her body go. "It looks like you enjoyed hearing about what I did for Brendan the minder, do you want me to do that to you?" I wasn't about to be brushed off so easily, "What, a lousy hand job ... no way!" Her eyes looked to be sizing up how far she should offer to go for me, "How about what I did for Bradley when I first met him in the green room?" "A blow job," my face brightened, "one of your special ones?" "They're always special when I do them for you darling," she assured me. "Yeah yeah, cut the crap ... Bradley seemed to think that his was special." Without hesitation, she grasped the bed sheet and pulled it off my body, her head quickly darting down toward my stiff erection. But she paused with her mouth open, her lips barely an inch from the head of my cock, "Try not to touch my hair please darling, it took me ages to do. I'm gonna have to be quick with this and I won't have time to re-do my do." "Okay," I agreed, "but I want you to do this just the way you did it for Bradley when you were down on your knees behind the bar in the green room last night ... honey, give me your Bradley Cooper special blow job." My wife's lips kissed the tip of my cock, it was already leaking some clear pre-cum, then her tongue slipped out like a snake's and swiped across the head, sliding on to stroke the underside of my cock, concentrating on the sensitive spot behind the head. I drew in a sharp intake of breath and eased my body back deeper into the pillows ... I was really going to enjoy this. All the while that my lovely Cherie sucked on my cock, I was imagining how Bradley Cooper must have felt in the middle of his Australian visit to have this complete stranger giving him one of her special blow jobs. She sure was good at it ... but I could see that she was working especially hard to get me to cum quickly because she was late for work. I know that I should have empathised and helped her out by just giving in and letting myself cum. But there was this mean streak inside me this morning that said that she owed me this one. I used all my powers of resistance and concentration to delay the inevitable release that she was striving to get out of me. I even added a new element, in my best fake American accent, I started talking to my wife as if it was someone else's cock that she was sucking, "So does your husband know you're doing this honey? What would he think of you having my cock in your mouth ... would he approve of you blowing the big movie star? You know sweetheart, you're very good at this ... would you mind if I recommended you to my friend Brad Pitt? He loves having black-haired women sucking on his cock." Cherie pulled her mouth off my cock and, obviously annoyed at how long this was taking, demanded "Will you just shut up and cum Murray?" "Oh honey, don't stop, I was almost there. You're gonna have to start all over again now." With an exasperated sigh, she closed her lips once more over my hard cock and resumed sucking, drawing in deep throat strokes, trying even harder to get me off. Eventually, her conscientious efforts were rewarded and I relented and let the wonderful sensations of her succulent mouth draw the cum up out of my balls and with a cry of "Yes Cherie, I'm cumming now!" I spasmed, spurting ropes of my cum into her willing mouth, her throat muscles working overtime to swallow each delivery before the next hit. I must concede that when she did that, she never short-changed me ... my Cherie stuck at it, continuing to suck on my cock firmly until she had drawn every last drop of cum from me. When at last she lifted her mouth off my deflating cock, she raised her face up close to mine, "Happy now?" she checked. I could see traces of my whitish cum clinging to her parted lips. With a laugh, she came closer and kissed me, letting me taste my own release on her lips. With a chuckle, she lifted herself up off the bed and I watched my seductive Cherie, clad only in the sexy lingerie, move across the bedroom, stopping to check herself out in the dresser mirror. She looked to be satisfied at her reflection, "Thanks for not messing up my hair darling ... bye my sweet, I really have to race, enjoy your day." Cherie seemed satisfied now that she had enjoyed a night with the big movie star. I didn't detect any more sexual episodes in the coming months. It may have helped that Brad Pitt didn't come on my show, although he would have been restrained anyway because Angelina was already here ahead of him, directing a new movie. Cherie continued to suggest that the focus was now on me, she said that she owed it to me for all I had put up with to see that I got to have a sexual adventure with some high profile woman. She promised to do all that she could to help set something up but told me that I had to chase after it too ... she said she couldn't do everything, that I had to select a woman that I was interested in and really pursue her. Being a faithful person in a monogamous relationship, this didn't come easy to me. The high profile women that she had previously nominated all came on my show for interviews, but I couldn't see an opportunity with any of them. Aussie actress Nicole Kidman made one of her trips back home but brought husband and fellow Aussie Keith Urban with her ... they appeared deliriously happy. Miranda Kerr and Elle Macpherson were both so into themselves that they didn't even notice who I was in spite of my interviewing them. Kylie Minogue would have been a chance if I had only known when I interviewed her that a week later her split from her French boyfriend would be announced. Maybe I could have caught Kylie on the rebound. Yes, it's all in the timing. The End