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 and the series as a whole are dedicated to my friend Jack. Many of the ideas came from him, including this final chapter. I hope you all enjoy.
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Los Angeles, California
Falling temperatures remained through the cold winter mornings, all before the sun had risen and washed away those chilly feelings. The seasonal change was bearable back home in Los Angeles, away from the cold French mornings that Blake Lively was currently thinking of. Two months had passed since that vacation trip to France alongside her friend Salma Hayek. Now back home, adjusted to life with her family, Blake couldn't stop thinking about the dirty secrets they had forged through friendship. Though time was passing by and she had adjusted herself back into the role of leading her family, Blake still had her dirty thoughts when alone. It didn't help matters that her husband Ryan Reynolds was busy with another film production. One that would require him to leave the country, much like she had previously done.
Stuck at home by herself yet again, with only the maid in their mansion to keep her company. It would've been so easy to start spilling her tales of affairs to that older woman, but Blake knew better. Her children were spending time with the grandparents once again, leaving Blake thankful that she had family support at all times freeing up her schedule. Sitting all alone in the master bedroom, spread out over the white bed sheets. Her big blue eyes gazed up at the ceiling, studying the wooden texture of the fan blades high above. There was no need to run the fan during winter mornings, but the dark lines across the wood in the blades had reminded Blake of precious memories. She had already failed at pushing the dirty thoughts to the back of her mind. There was at least one woman in her life she could share those secrets with. Blake considered calling Salma, but after second thought, if she was going to call anyone today, it wasn't going to be another woman.
Shawn had been on Blake's mind off and on for the past week. He had sent her some text messages last month, checking up on her and trading an innocent conversation regarding the weather. Blake couldn't help but ask him how was work. Knowing that he worked in the porn industry, it was a loaded question to give him. Shawn didn't hesitate to give out to her with frustrations he currently had with his now former boss, Johnny Boy Walker. Blake listened to his complaints through a series of text messages and later a phone call they shared. It seemed that his relationship with Johnny had broken down in the past three months as Shawn argued he deserved a higher pay raise as a male performer in the adult industry. He went on to tell Blake that he wasn't the only man in front of cameras feeling as if they deserved more. Upon learning that certain camera men were getting paid higher wages for filming and performing Gonzo scenes, Shawn had enough and left the Demonic Jewel company.
It was somewhat amusing to Blake in different ways. Shawn's stories about demanding a pay raise had reminded her of the many actors and actresses she witnessed in her time within Hollywood, demanding better pay. For Shawn, he had made quite a living in the past few years, but wanted more to support a wealthy lifestyle of partying and drinking. As the days passed between their talks from time to time, it wasn't long before Shawn was flirting with Blake. By this point in time, she felt that they had become old friends. They shared secrets together from their earlier affairs and that made Blake believe he was a man she could trust on the side. As they continued to text, Shawn sent her a 'thirst trap' as he referred to it, with a shirtless photo showing his muscular and tattoo covered body. Blake giggled at that photo, thinking to herself that it had been a long time since they last had an affair. He still had that same short black hair and keeping his face clean with a dark five o'clock shadow.
The last time Blake had indulged herself with Shawn, it was a fun scenario that involved another man. She almost couldn't recall the name of that man, finally remembering it after several thoughts. Shawn had brought multiple fantasies of hers to life. Beginning with the sex tape they made together, filmed by his former boss Johnny. Blake still had the DVD copy, now moved from her closet and sitting in a jewelry box underneath a black placeholder. She kept it hidden from her husband, but there was something else also tucked down in that jewelry box. The purple leather collar she had worn for her second eventful affair with Shawn was also hidden down in there with the DVD copy. Blake had opened the jewelry box yesterday, looking over the collar after having new fantasies come to mind through her conversations with Shawn. Tempted to spill her most recently naughty adventures to him, she instead kept her mouth shut.
He didn't need to know about her cruising adventure with Salma. The last thing Blake wanted was for Shawn to take an interest in another famous woman besides her. She could already see him trying to hint about having a proper introduction to Salma. Knowing the other woman like a mentor, Blake wasn't going to let her man on the side become curious about another woman. She seen Shawn as hers and knew better than to mess around and let him go to another woman. He may not have been Salma's type, but Blake still wasn't taking the risk. The more they carried on these conversations, Blake asked Shawn what he was currently doing for work in the adult entertainment business. He mentioned that he was in the process of landing a contract with Brazzers that would make his life more comfortable than it had been in the past few months. Knowing that company from watching porn videos online, Blake smiled to herself as she began to consider the possibility of their next affair.
'I am the Hollywood Housewife Whore', Blake Lively thought to herself while studying her reflection across the mirror in her bathroom. Curving her soft pink lips into a grin, she looked back at the woman in the mirror and softly giggled to herself. It all began with Salma giving her that silly nickname during their foursome back in France. American housewife whore may have had a ring to it coming from that woman, but Blake made the chance that was more fitting to herself. Knowing about Shawn's big deal with Brazzers studios, she wanted to joke at him about the possibility of starring in her own production. Blake Lively as the Hollywood Housewife Whore. Maybe it was the kind of fantasy to entertain him. For her, the title of Hollywood Housewife Whore had become something of a persona deep down. Blake didn't so much consider it an alter ego, but a title that was fitting for these cheating adventures she went on.
Today, she felt in that zone more than ever. Before the week was over, her inner Hollywood Housewife Whore was going to come out to play. It all came with a different vibe and certain sense of lust that she wasn't used to sharing with her husband. Salma got to witness her transformation in the bedroom, as Blake had demonstrated to the other woman that she could handle more than one man at once. It was that kind of daring experience that she had with Shawn before when she fucked him and his friend Jason together. The more Blake thought about it, she could not fight off that urge within to surrender herself to what almost was an alter ego to indulge her own dirty fantasies. Stepping out from the mirror, she was ready to grab her phone and call Shawn. There was no other man she could trust to arrange a day where she could make her fantasies come to life. Knowing that he now had his foot through the door with a major porn company, Blake considered her options at hand.
Knowing what Shawn represented with his job, Blake had her options set out. After having indulged herself in a threesome now more than once, she felt that was easy at this point. To embrace her second persona as the Hollywood Housewife Whore, her next adventure needed to require a greater challenge. There was already the odd feeling of having sexual encounters with strangers. The men she would be tossing to the side after she was done using them for her own needs. Two men alone wouldn't be enough to satisfy Blake this week. Oh no, she thought to herself. What she needed to do was up the ante and give herself a true challenge to leave multiple men with their balls drained, wailing in the ecstasy of pleasure at her lustful onslaught. Shawn would likely know the right men to craft an ideal scenario for her inner-Hollywood Housewife Whore to be unleashed. Clutching her cellphone, Blake didn't waste anymore time scrolling through her contact list and tapping her fingers across the screen to call Shawn.
"Hey Blake! Good morning to you, beautiful!"
His voice answered her within seconds of ringing. Standing near the bed, Blake softly smiled before she responded.
"Hey, I hope I'm not calling you too early. I figure you've got a busy schedule."
"No, I'm not busy today. I will be around Friday though. What's going on with you, babe?"
Thinking to herself for a moment, Blake was quick to consider his words. Friday was off the schedule, but he didn't say anything about today yet.
"Oh, nothing much. I was wondering if we could hook up and do something."
Shawn chuckled through the phone.
"Yeah, I knew you weren't calling me just cause you wanted to hear my voice."
