Many thanks to Todger65 for editing.
It's Monday morning and as is my routine I am drinking coffee and perusing the newspaper. I don't spend a lot of time on the society pages, but something caught my eye. The two hottest celebrities in the world were relocating to our city for a movie shoot. Ange and Brad were the married epitome of gorgeous couples. I didn't get the fascination that women had with Brad, but I could without a doubt understand the fascination us men had with Ange. She was a perfect woman with a body that screamed hot sex. Those voluptuous lips just begged to be kissed or to be wrapped around my fat cock. Just the idea of those lips had me as hard as a rock.
That was the moment that my lovely wife Lisa made her entrance. She poured herself a cup of coffee, stood at the table behind me, and began reading over my shoulder, "Whatcha reading? Oh my god! Ange and Brad are coming here!"
I couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm, "Yeh, the man of your dreams, or should I say fantasies, is coming to town. He is accompanied by his rather dowdy and barely fuckable, wife."
Lisa lightly slapped my shoulder, "You would do her in a heartbeat you perv."
I gave her the raised eyebrow look, "How am I the perv when it is obvious you would let Brad do you in town square if he were to just ask?"
Lisa sipped her coffee while she considered her reply to my comment, "Not town square, but a romantic interlude would be very nice. I bet he is very good in bed."
Normally I would feel threatened by such a statement about another man. Let's face it, most men don't appreciate their wives lusting after someone else, even if it is someone unobtainable. The reality is that if the guy she was lusting after was our next-door neighbor I would have been very concerned. A movie star that she will never meet; not so much, "I tell you what babe. If you get the chance to bed Brad you have my permission to go for it. However, you have to agree that if I get the chance to bed Ange, you will support me in that endeavor."
Her laugh followed me as I left the room, "Sorry babe, you are on your own with Ange. Just flip out that big dick of yours. That will get her attention!"
"Yeh right! It will get her gaggle of bodyguards' attentions for sure. That's all I need, me laying on the street, beat up, with my dick hanging out, while you are laying in Brad's bed getting your brains fucked out."
Lisa laughed at the mental picture, "Well it's not like I meant for you to walk up and say 'High Ange! Take a look at this!' and flop your dick out. I mean, at least get it hard first."
I shook my head, "You are a cruel woman. I need to get going. See you tonight at the restaurant?"
Her response followed me out of the door, "I can't wait."
*****
After a long day at the office, I was ready to meet my beautiful wife to celebrate five years of marital bliss. The restaurant was in the nicest hotel in the city. It was our preferred place to celebrate major events in our lives. There was some delay when we arrived although we couldn't see what it was. Eventually the host led us to our favorite table. We had a wonderful view of the city and the bay on one side and a view of the restaurant on the other that allowed us to easily people watch.
I was the first to notice Brad and Ange sitting at the table next to ours. I reached out and took my wife's hand, "Five years has flown by, and I love you more than anything in this world. Remember what we talked about this morning?"
Lisa looked at me with curiosity, "Yes, why?"
"Look to your right discretely."
Her eyebrows flew up, "Oh my god! It's them!"
It was quite the rush for both of us. There not ten feet from us were the two premier actors and sex symbols in the country. Neither of us were crass enough to interrupt their dinner. I decided that if the opportunity arose, we could politely talk to them when dinner was over.
I was talking to Lisa about the mundane stuff we usually cover when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Lisa's eyes were as huge as I had ever seen them. I looked up to see Brad smiling at my wife just before he looked down at me, "Please excuse me. Ange and I are new to the city and were wondering if you two would like to join us for dinner and conversation?"
Normally if a strange man approached us about joining him and his wife for dinner, I would have been very curious as to why us and what his motives were, regardless of what he said. In this case we knew who they were, as did everyone in the room. In addition, there was the discussion this morning swirling around in my brain. I figured at worst we would have fantasy material that would last for a long time.
I started to ask Lisa if she would like to join them, but she was already nodding her head yes. In short order we arranged with the staff to move to their table. Ange sat to my right and her stunning beauty couldn't be denied. I found myself comparing her to Lisa and was happy to find that I found Lisa more attractive. My Lisa is beautiful, but not movie star beautiful. What she does have is an inner glow, a love, that shows through. There is no other like her but damn, Ange is fucking hot! Not to mention she seems to be attractive as a person.
Brad certainly had Lisa in a trance. I could see the flush in her cheeks as he spoke to her. She was clearly smitten. The bastard was not only good looking, but he was also very charming. I guess I was kind of hoping he would be an asshole. It was a matter of moments before I realized the double standard in my thinking. I was perfectly comfortable with lusting after Ange but didn't like Lisa's attraction to Brad one little bit. It wasn't fair to my amazing wife, and I decided right then to stop being a dick about it before I said something stupid.
We conversed about local points of interest, restaurants, and stuff only locals would know. We had just finished our main course when things got noisy. A man and a woman, both looking very serious, approached our table. The man leaned down and quietly talked to Brad. Brad nodded at the man, "Give us one minute and please pay the bill. Leave a good tip."
He then turned to us, "It appears some rather rabid fans have shown up in force and are attempting to enter the restaurant. We are enjoying the conversation with you. We don't get many opportunities to talk with people that don't have an agenda. Would you like to come to our suite and hang out for a while?"
We agreed and were up and being escorted by the bodyguards in seconds. Lisa nor I had ever been in a penthouse suite so even the trip up in the elevator was a thrilling new experience. We walked out of the elevator into a foyer that led to a living area that was bigger than the ground floor of our house. The requisite grand piano sat in one corner and a wall of glass overlooked the city and the bay. The view was amazing.
We walked down into the sunken seating area. Brad led Lisa to the couch and sat down next to her. Ange's soft hand found mine and I followed her in a daze to the adjacent couch. I couldn't believe I was holding her hand!
We sat and talked as the bodyguards served us. Unlike the movies they weren't wearing black suites and dark sunglasses. Both were dressed in casual attire, and they had an easy-going relationship with Brad and Ange. It was obvious that they had worked for the couple for some time. It was also obvious that they were very attractive people.
As I watched Brad with Lisa, I picked up a funny vibe in the room. I began to suspect that something more than casual conversation was afoot. I could tell by the look on my wife's face that she was not only totally enthralled by Brad, but also totally turned on. I knew all of her tells and they were telling me that she wanted to be on a cock, and she wouldn't mind a bit of it belonged to Brad.
Not that I could blame her in the slightest. I was absolutely honest with her when I said that if she had the chance then she should take it. I wouldn't hold it against her as long as she came home to me, and she loved me exclusively. I wasn't so sure about Ange. I was getting the impression that she was enjoying playing a game and I, and possibly we, were to be the pieces on the board.
I was all for some mutual fun. I wasn't so sure I wanted us to be part of some sick game. The last thing I wanted was for my wife to be hurt by whatever was happening here. Ange seemed to detect my reticence and engaged me in conversation. She explained that she and Brad were scheduled to be in town for at least six months and they wanted to make some friends that they could trust to just be people. It was very difficult for them to develop any friendships because of their fame. It seemed that most people wanted something from them whether it be as innocent as an autograph or as evil as rape and murder. Being famous made them targets for the best and the worst in humanity.
While we talked, I couldn't help but notice that the male bodyguard was hovering close to Brad and Lisa, while Ange's bodyguard stayed close to us. I finally couldn't stand the mystery anymore and turned to Ange, "I don't mean to be rude, but I feel like your bodyguard friends are hovering and I can't help but notice that the man is staying close to Lisa while your female guard is hanging close to us."