Hollywood Housewife Whore

Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.

This story, as well as the previous chapters were written for my friend Jack. Thank you to all the people who have sent kind feedback. I decided to extend the series to 4 parts due to the feedback it has received. Hope you all enjoy this installment.

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Lyon, France

Grey clouds blocked the sun's casting rays of light that would've blinded anyone standing behind the window from within the hotel. From the bedroom, the light colorfully illuminated the soft beige colored walls before they became a pattern of white tiles in the bathroom. Blake Lively gazed back at her face from the mirror. Her mouth hanging open as she applied a tube of red lipstick carefully across her lips. Above, her golden hair had been fixed up minutes prior, with fancy swoops of locks that bounced down to her shoulders below. Her pale skin was visible there, thanks to a strapless black dress she had chosen for the night. Heavy cleavage exposed also reflected back at the lower end of the mirror. Once she was finished with the lipstick, Blake put the cap back on and glanced back at her reflection in the mirror.

Flying into France was not something Blake had planned out on her own. She had accepted an invitation from her close friend back home in L.A. Salma Hayek was back in the living room, having a short conversation with a guests they had picked up an hour earlier. Left with all the time she needed to prepare herself, Blake could feel a rush of adrenaline through her veins. It had been several months since she last was out of the house on a dirty adventure to indulge herself in lustful temptations. Salma had invited her after they had private conversations and Blake needed an open ear to confess her filthy sins to another woman. Through many years of friendship, Blake knew she could always trust Salma. After all, she was the one who had brought her in contact with Johnny Walker and the beginning of this journey.

Several months had passed since her last incident involving Shawn. The opportunities had been there for Blake to get in contact with him as her husband remained as busy as ever, but she passed. Shawn made a regular habit of sending text messages, even making a chance phone call at her once to shoot the breeze. Blake had made it a point to herself not to get romantically involved with him or allow such a friendship to develop. Salma had given her many words of advice, reminding her not to feel any shame with keeping the man around for the thrill of such lustful events with no strings attached. She didn't need to be told that Shawn could never replace her husband, but Salma had made it a point. The older woman offered a guiding hand to Blake, showing her the way when it came to managing such affairs under the table.

Salma had managed herself well after a divorce from her first husband. Everything around her had been clouded in mystery as Blake had become aware of by this point. The real life behind the curtain was only there for someone who knew Salma personally, as well as her new husband Winston Moss. They had been married for four years now, despite a relationship that began much sooner. Salma knew how to play the PR game, not allowing much public details with her divorce from her ex-husband reach the headlines of gossip magazines and Hollywood reporters. It was a different story back in France, the home country of her now ex-husband. Rumors had swirled locally, but what did she care? Such gossip would never reach the ears of people within her social circles back in L.A.

Blake had met Winston many times, often alongside Salma when attending parties and other social events. Some years had gone by before the wedding as Blake recalled the time she was chosen for a little game involving a party of three. That was the way Salma liked to describe it, as rumors swirled through social circles of these threesomes. It was a game, as Salma had told Blake when they discussed past events. She had a home tucked down in Hidden Hills where she and Winston liked to bring a lucky man or woman to indulge themselves in threesomes. At least that was how it began. Blake knew that their games of 'La Caza' had moved to other places as their relationship grew. Salma had even brought up the time Blake herself had been shared in a threesome with Winston, all in an effort to make the blue eyed actress blush.

As their friendship refused to fade and had only grown stronger in the passing years, Salma and Blake had more time to themselves. It wasn't until Blake had told the other woman about her threesome with Shawn and one of his friends. Blake felt the need to even show the gift that she had been left with from that day. She could never forget the moment as Salma's small lips curved into a devious grin when the purple collar was presented to her. Salma was impressed, proud even to see what Blake had accomplished with her dirty mind. It was only the second souvenir her lustful adventures had left her with, as Blake still had a DVD 'sex tape' filmed by Johnny Walker hidden back home. It was that day Salma had offered to teach Blake the game that she played with Winston, going by the nickname of 'La Caza'.

Left guessing what it translated to in English, Blake's mind had only wandered more so after that meeting with Salma. The older woman had made her a promise, when the time came she would have an offer for her to go on a little trip. Months had passed until the first week of November came rolling through and then Blake got the text messages from Salma. Did she know that her husband was busy filming another movie at the time? That was one question Blake was left considering, as Salma's timing couldn't have been better. A trip out of the country would still be something of a risk, but Blake knew how to make up a good lie to her family. She could leave her kids with her parents and inform them that she needed to see a French director personally to negotiate a role for an upcoming film.

It was never hard to come up with stories like that before disappearing off on a trip. It had been months since Blake last had indulged herself and the feeling of excitement only grew from that day. Once she had figured out an escape plan to go off with Salma, she called her to discuss the situation over the phone. Salma had informed Blake that she sent Winston to New York where he had to negotiate a deal for a fashion photo shoot. She wasn't expecting him to be successful on the first meeting, hence why a week stay was required. This left Salma enough time to fly back to France where she had been awarded a penthouse suite in Lyon as part of her divorce settlements from her ex-husband.

"My husband is working, your husband is working. Let's take this week for us to enjoy ourselves together. Consider it a girl's weekend out, if you will. I'm gonna teach you all about the game I like to play."

Salma's words were almost engraved into Blake's mind at this point. A first class ticket flight to Paris had been arranged, all with a private limousine awaiting the two women from the airport. Salma had instructed Blake to bring whatever she wanted, promising that the two of them would definitely find a proper man for fucking when the time came. All of it boiled down to Blake's trust in Salma's guiding hand, seeing her older friend as something of a mentor now. From everything she knew, Salma was always in control and knew how to craft ideal situations to her liking. After they got off the plane and settled back into the penthouse suite of the luxury hotel, Blake wanted to relax after a long flight. Salma wasn't in a hurry to go out, as the two ladies needed their rest.

All of that had been two days ago by this point. The most difficult part of traveling across countries was adjusting to a proper sleep schedule. It was easier said than done, but Blake had managed herself after a fine forty-eight hours stuck in Salma's penthouse. She would sleep, get up and eat and try to wake herself up. Without Salma, Blake felt she would've been stuck in something of a strange world. It didn't help that she knew nothing of speaking French, but luckily Salma had a way of understanding a great deal of the language. Blake teased her, that they likely wouldn't get lucky to find a handsome man who understand English. Salma laughed but pointed her finger back at her before rattling off a playful lecture how English was still common across European countries. With a smirk, Salma reminded Blake that she personally still had a soft spot for a good Frenchman.

As the time went by and they spent another day together, Blake grew more curious what Salma had meant by 'La Caza'. Before asking any questions, she had to confess to the other woman just how free she felt on this journey. When Blake indulged herself in the past, it was almost like taking up a new identity. She felt that she became someone else, free of fame and free of any worry in the world as she fucked her way through a man or two. This adventure wouldn't be any different, apart from the desperation that came with neglecting her wild side for so long. Salma grinned smugly, as she was impressed to see this inner-whore coming out of her. She went on to explain that the two of them would be riding in the back of a limo soon. Confession time had come for the older woman and Salma gleefully admitted that it had been a long time since she last played a round of La Caza with Winston.

It didn't take long for Blake to have a good understanding of what Salma's game had truly meant. The way she had explained driving through the streets and looking for someone with like-minded interests that they could bring up to the penthouse and use for a night to their pleasure. Salma didn't many any effort to hide her intentions. She was cold, calculating and straight to the point. Blake thought to herself that Salma had likely used so many men, chewed them up and spit them out after she was done. It was that bold demeanor that she presented herself in. Salma was the type of woman who knew what she wanted and knew just how to get it. Blake thought to herself quietly that she was in good hands. If anything for this time in France, she was going to be the slutty apprentice to a virtuoso mistress willing to pass down her knowledge.

Salma's Spanish words to name the game was just another term for cruising. Blake sat in the back of the slick black stretch limo as it began to peel down the streets. Salma had her own security team who followed her even to France. The driver knew to keep his mouth shut and drive slowly while the two women sat in the back seat. Both wearing a black dress, leaning back over the dark red leather seats. Blake sipped on a glass of wine that Salma had offered. There was enough room in the back of the vehicle to support a private party, but that wasn't what either of them wanted for themselves. While Blake had a few drinks, Salma had lit up a cigarette to have a smoke. The back of the living was sleek in all black interior, apart from the red seats. A far cry from the interior decorations of the penthouse. Blake had to admit to Salma it was funny they were going to pick up a man who wouldn't recognize them as household names back home.

An hour had passed of them riding around the streets before making any stops. Blake would glance out her window from the right side and then Salma studied the pedestrians from the opposite side. It wasn't like any other winter day on the streets of Lyon. People went about their business, all bundled up to fight the cold air. Occasionally, a they seen people walking dogs and riding on bicycles. Blake finished off her wine by the time Salma had called her to lean across the seat and check the view in her direction. Their first potential passenger was a tall older man in a black pinstriped suit. His face was clean shaved, what was once blonde hair had faded to grey. Blake wasn't impressed. She shook her head at Salma and made a comment that they could find someone better. Neither woman had to wait for long, as the limo made a turn and went down a different road.

It was Blake who would be deciding on their guests to bring back to the hotel. When the limo made it's way towards a street with apartments from her side, Blake noticed two black men standing around outside having a chat. Both men were tall, one with a shaved head and the other sporting short hair. Skinny, but seemingly muscular builds from witnessing a tight shirt on one of them. They seemed to be sharing a laugh about something in conversation. Blake immediately bit down on her lower lip and called Salma over to see whom she had found on the side of the street. With a few words exchanged, the two ladies made an agreement and then Salma yelled for her driver's attention. He beeped the horn to capture the attention of both men. Blake rolled the window down once the guys looked their way.

That was how it all began earlier in the day, as Salma and Blake met Pierre and Reggie. After both of them greeted the ladies at the window of the limo. They both spoke fluent English, with Reggie having a clear British accent. Their language had prompted Salma to tease the men before they opened the passenger's side door and invited them into the limo. Hours had passed since the first time meeting with the limo cruising down the streets. All Salma had to do was glance over at Blake and give her that same smug grin she knew only that woman could produce. A wink in the eye told her that they had found their men for the night and the hunt was officially over. Pierre and Reggie turned out to be two friends who worked back in London at travel agency. Pierre was born in France while Reggie was a proud Englishman.

Reggie had been visiting his friend and the two men planned to go walking for the day. That was before the limo pulled up and they climbed into the back to meet Blake and Salma, exchanging proper introductions. The women introduced themselves as also being a pair of friends. Salma immediately broke into a conversation with them, not beating around the bush whatsoever. For the time being, Blake sat back like a loyal apprentice and watched the older woman put on a masterclass in the art of seduction. Reggie wasn't a fool and didn't waste his time to call Salma's bluff after a few back and forth exchanges. As Blake laughed, Salma didn't hesitate to reveal her cards to the man, straight up informing both of them that they were in the mood for an evening of private company.

Pierre had short hair and a clean shaved face while Reggie was bald but sported a black mustache. The two had looked good from a distance with their own style of dress. Reggie had on blue jeans and a black shirt underneath an unzipped white hoodie. Pierre wore a pair of black slacks, matching what was a button up shirt in a faded blue color. Salma had offered them a glass a wine from the back of the limo and that invitation had wound up being a toast between the two of them clanking their glasses together in unison. Though hours had passed, Blake could still taste the wine circling down her throat. They continued to drink upon getting back to the hotel as the men were eager to learn who these women were. Blake replied first, immediately spinning a tale to paint herself out as a sophisticated bored housewife traveling across Europe with her friend.

Her story was sprinkled with little bits of truth, but it was funny to Blake to play up this naughty role. Pierre teased her about cheating on her husband and all that did was make her smile. Salma noted that they were both wearing wedding bands across their ring fingers, making a point that each man would have the chance tonight to bed a married woman. The conversations continued throughout the living room of Salma's penthouse suite. The two ladies shared the fun of spinning false narratives, painting themselves out to be other women, as it seemed evident neither of them could guess they were famed Hollywood stars. That made this whole game all the more fun, taking up new identities to the point of almost roleplaying a true fantasy. Salma asked Blake in the living room about which man she wanted.

It took a bit of time to make her mind up, as Blake felt the need to giggle and play a tease. Reggie and Pierre both got up from the couch, standing together. Blake felt the need to point her finger and begin a game of 'Eeny, meeny, miny, moe' just to tease the two men. She didn't have the heart to tell Salma that she could've took them both on, knowing better than to be disrespectful towards her friend. Blake pointed her finger at Pierre, then towards Reggie. She uttered the words and began pointing back and forth until her finger was aimed directly at Reggie. Salma let out a laugh, happy with the choice as she was now left with the Frenchman all to herself. The two men remained waiting in the living room, eagerly anticipating the moment when they would be invited into the bedroom by Salma's commanding words.

Still gazing back into the mirror at her reflection, Blake felt the need to begin taking off her dress now. There was no point in making herself nervous by over-thinking the situation at hand. All she could tell herself in the back of her mind was that she was going to get fucked alongside one of her closest friends and love every last second of it. She pulled at the dress, tearing it from her body and revealing her thick hips and new muscles on her slim chest. All of it had been the result of working out the past few months, hitting the gym every other off day between home life with her family. Down below, Blake wore a black thong covering her entrance. It matched the black bra she had picked for the day to go with her dress, but it wouldn't matter once it came off her body. She slid her right hand down, caressing her own skin before hooking her thong down into the thong from her hip.

"Oh my... Look at you..."

Salma's voice had caught Blake off guard. She turned to her right, looking at the other woman who stood in the bathroom doorway. A proud smirk ran across Salma's lips as she placed her hands down at her hips, giving a model pose to Blake. Her long black hair swayed beyond her shoulders, split down the middle to reveal small gold hoop ear rings. She had taken off her dress, revealing her voluptuous body in a two piece lingerie outfit. Salma's thick legs were slid into a pair of black stockings rising up to her thighs with an attachment of a garter belt that went to her stomach. The belt was above a black lacy thong, matching a bra that contained her huge legendary breasts. There were no words that came to Blake's mind to describe Salma's beauty. Just to imagine that she was now in her mid fifties, yet looked better than ever.

"Look at you. Your gonna knock those poor bastards dead back there."

Blake's words only made Salma continue to smirk. Her eyes scanned down Blake's body, nodding before she replied.

"And look at you... I didn't know you had such nice hips hidden under your clothes all this time."

Biting down on her lower lip, Blake teased Salma. She placed her hands onto her hips and did the same pose back at her friend. Salma wasn't in the mood for any giggling as Blake could see her razor sharp focus was intact and lust on point. Salma motioned with her right hand, pointing her thumb backwards to the bedroom.

"Shall I call them now? I don't think they wanna wait much longer. Not sure about you honey, but I am in the mood to get fuckin' nasty."

The tone of Salma's voice was low and seductive, her accent almost slurring her speech towards the end. Blake slid her thong down, lowering her eyes to quietly gesture Salma to see her wetness down below. As she stepped out of the thong, her heels stomped loudly across the tiled floor of the bathroom. The two ladies almost had matching heels, if not for Blake's having a red bottom as she only wore Louboutin brand shoes. Salma let out a moan upon witnessing the pink folds of Blake's cunt. Completely shaved and with a fresh dew telling the older woman that her apprentice did not need to wait any longer.