Notes from the author:
This story is about three characters: The male and female leads in a TV show and her husband. It contains marital infidelity. If that offends you then do us both a favour and stop reading now. If you're offended by that and still reading, please resist the urge to tell me how wrong you think it is when you reach the end. I may agree with you, but this is a story. A fantasy. You can't say you weren't given fair warning and I'm not interested in being preached at.
Moving on: the actors/celebrities in this story are loosely based on real people who have worked together on more than one TV show. I've obscured and changed a few details because this story is in no way meant to be confused with reality and I am not suggesting that any real people have behaved like the characters do in my story. Again, it's just a story, a fantasy. Fans of the actors will probably recognise them -- I haven't obscured them that much. I hope that people who don't recognise them, probably the majority of readers, enjoy the story anyway on its own terms.
Chapter One
The lights were low, the bedroom was comfortably warm. The bed was king-sized and not too firm nor too soft. It was the perfect time and place for the sort of relaxed backrub that Jeremy was currently giving to Claudia, his television actress wife.
"You remember me telling you that the ratings on my show were dipping at the end of last season?" she asked in her deep, sexy English-accented contralto. He paused in massaging her back to dribble a little more baby oil onto her, watching in fascination as it slowly drained across her curves and into the hollows of her spine. He added a drop more, fascinated as this time it settled between her perfect butt-cheeks.
"Hmm?" Jeremy rumbled in reply, encouraging her to continue speaking while his hands returned to their important task of slowly rubbing up and down her long, slim back. He moved slightly, allowing one of his hands the space to continue downwards to her firm, well-toned and bare ass. No sense in wasting the oil he'd just dribbled there, after all.
Jeremy often thought that one of the joys of being married to an actress of leading-lady status was the fantastic body he got to enjoy seeing and touching on a daily basis. Not that he had any illusions that he was the only one who enjoyed seeing and touching her body -- that was the flipside of course. Kissing and canoodling with her fellow actors was pretty much part of his wife's job description. If you weren't OK with that, you'd be better finding a different job, or, in his case, a different spouse.
Jeremy was fine with it. The truth was, ever since he'd met her, several years earlier, he had been rather turned on by the thought that other guys lusted after his wife. More than that, he was actually secretly more than a little excited whenever he thought about the fact that Claudia was frequently touched and kissed by other guys as part of her job.
"You know how Ben's been bugging the writers, the producers, anyone'll listen, to write us some bedroom scenes?" Claudia burbled on, clearly totally relaxed. Ben was her co-star. He was handsome, charming, and he and Claudia had extraordinary chemistry together. Jeremy knew he ought to have been insanely jealous, but he'd learnt that he didn't seem to be that kind of suspicious guy. If anything, he loved watching them act with each other, really routing for their characters to get it together.
"I remember you saying...." He moved both his hands back up to her shoulders now, lifting aside her long, lustrous mane of thick, black hair in order to gain unimpeded access to the fine porcelain skin of her neck upper arms and upper back.
"Well, they've decided to drop in a few in," she drawled into her pillow, as though it was nothing more remarkable than the price of groceries. "Nothing too raunchy, it's a family show."
"Shame. I'd quite fancy seeing some action," he chuckled. A fantasy of her lying on the bed, being ostentatiously taken from behind while dressed in white, lacy lingerie and stockings filled his head, causing his cock to twitch.
"There might be some making out in underwear..." Jeremy felt his cock stiffening further. He was half surprised that he found the idea such a turn-on, but he did. His cock was quickly becoming fully erect. He began elaborating on the scene in his head. "Nothing to worry about, though: I'll likely be in a sports bra, rather than something from Victoria's Secret..." Claudia drawled on, but his thoughts were already way beyond that. His cock was fully hard and twitching now, begging for either her mouth or his imagination to give more details.
"You... you ought... You'll need to rehearse..." he wondered if she could hear the tremble in his voice, betraying his uncertainty as to whether to say what was on his mind.
"I guess," she shrugged slightly, settling herself more comfortably. "Hmm, more on that spot," he rubbed harder with his thumb at the tight knot on her shoulder. "Hmm, that's good. Bet all the pervs on set'll be jockeying for a ringside seat."
"You can do it here if you like, away from the set," he knew what he was suggesting: in his mind it went way further than even an undress rehearsal. "Take the pressure off."
"That's not a bad idea," she replied casually, obviously not privy to where his mind was going with the idea. "Some of the crew... and the other actors... can be such assholes. And everyone always wants to watch..."
"I'd like to watch..."
"Pervert. Well, we'll need to make a rehearsal tape. I'll make you a home movie," she chuckled sleepily, not apparently taking the whole conversation that seriously. "You can jerk yourself silly." Jeremy's cock physically ached at the thought. "Ooh, lower down, and a bit more oil."
"Sure thing, sweety," he paused and picked up the bottle of baby oil. "But If you're gonna strip off in front of Ben, I wanna to choose your outfits," he ventured as he poured a few drops more oil into his palm to warm it. He was already fantasising about the erotic possibilities in his head.
"Well, you can choose my outfit," she purred back. Something really sexy, expensive, Jeremy imagined. The sort of outfit most guys might only fantasise about seeing on a woman. He wanted to make his fantasy really good. After all, when it came to the actual show, he knew exactly how safe and vanilla they'd play it: even if they were doing it for ratings, there was only so much hotness that primetime could handle. "Is it gonna be passion killers?"
"I'll decide on that." His cock was already filling his head with images of the sort of things he'd like to see her in. "Deal?"
"If you insist." she snorted.
"You're a star," he leaned over and kissed her cheek.
"Hmm, and don't you ever forget it!" she replied with a sleepy laugh. "Now shut up give me a proper back rub!"
