We all got a little too drunk at the Oscars after-party. Natalie and I really hit it off when we made Last Contact, ten weeks of twelve, plus hours days had really bonded us. All platonic course, but with the excitement of making a new friend.
Our spouses had both heard about each other, and frankly, both might have been a little jealous, but once we all sat together at the Oscars dinner, things had gotten more comfortable, and we all had a good time.
We were both up for nominations, Natalie, a favorite for Best Actress in a leading role, and I a dark horse, for best original screenplay, and a presumed typo in best director.
It was a long night. My wife was a lot flirtier, and affectionate than usual. I don't know if it was because my celebrity crush was sitting across from me, or if all the fan fair was tuning her on.
I had been directing, and writing for about a decade, building up to this project, culminating in a large-scale sci-fi film, I don't know if anyone at the table knew this would be my peak, but I did. There was nowhere to go from here. I barely made that movie, the movie made money and got reasonably good response from the critics, mostly for the concept, and the acting, but criticism about the execution. Fair enough, it made me a millionaire, but it was weird A24 films from here on out.
I was over my 15 minutes of fame, regardless of what happened that night.
My attention was largely focused on the side-by-side cleavage, of my wife, and my lifelong crush, and the building pressure of my erection pushing against the pink resin of my Chastity cage. My wife hadn't let me out in 5 days, which is close to my limit.
The longest she ever made me wear it was 7 days, at which point, I leaked precum constantly. I was getting close to that point, just being surrounded by all these hot people, in sexy dresses.
It did not help that Natalie was with her husband Benjamin was with her, I couldn't help but feel like a cuck whenever he would pull her in for a deep kiss, or squeeze her hand, as she looked lovingly into her eyes. Knowing he married her, impregnated her, and did who knows what else with her.
I spent weeks working with her, got her this nomination, fought for her to get a cut in profits, in addition to her fat paycheck, and I got a quick hug when she left the shoot. Not to say she was rude, she was very polite, and friendly, but she gave no illusions about being attracted to me.
I would catch myself having these thoughts, I knew they were irrational, but I guess they were just part of my cuckold fantasy's.
The Oscars were shorter than I expected. It wasn't half a bad night, I lost, and so did Natalie but we had a good time. We all sat together, Imogen, and Benjamin between Natalie and I. I noticed Benjamin and Imogen whispering back and forth, and Imogen giggling occasionally.
There was a definite connection between them, and it was making my cage even tighter.
We watched the rest of the ceremony, and afterwards, we went to the obligatory afterparty. Natalie showed off her Oscar to a collection of celebrities, and producers, I was largely ignored, as screenwriters always were. But, Paul Thomas Anderson gave me his condolences for my loss.
We all split up and made small talk. Nothing interesting. This was the afterparty, the celebs had changed from their day "gowns" into their night "dresses" the exact distinction was lost on me, but they were shorter, and their makeup heavier.
I've never been to a club before, but this seemed like an analogous experience. Dark, loud music, men in suits, (well maybe not that part), drunk, and coked-up women in tight dresses. The more I thought about it the more I wished my wife had milked me before we came. To be fair, she hadn't seen her bull either. Things had been hectic, with arranging travel, childcare, taking time off work, etc.
My erection was subdued when I bumped into a producer, who was somehow associated with my film. He shared his disappointment, but assured me Natalie's win, was my win. I had set her up for success, and the fact that she won was the by-product, of a well-made, and well written film. I was half sure he was just trying to comfort me, but it was working.
After an hour, I was feeling burnt out, from socializing, there would be parties, and after parties, but I was 40 and it was midnight. I tried to meet up with my wife, to see if we could say our goodbyes, and leave.
I found my wife, gigging and drinking some champagne. She chattered with Benjamin and Natalie. I had to stop for a moment, Natalie looked amazing, a tight purple cocktail dress, hugged her perfect handful tits, and cute athletic ass, her makeup was natural, and understated, but her hazel eyes sparkled, her above average nose gave her a girl next door look, and her thick lips, made my cage so tight, I had to hold back tears.
The group met me with a smile.
"Long time no see." I said joking.
"Hey sweetey." Imogen said, grabbing hold of my tie, and pulled me in for a kiss. It felt good. I just wondered where she got the coke, she was normally prudish, and shy, the alcohol wasn't enough to make her act this way. She gave me a big smile.
"You've been having fun, haven't you." I smiled.
She nodded. Sometimes I forgot I was eight years older than her, but I never minded the age gap especially now. She wore a simple little black dress. Fairly modest for most, but full tart mode for her. It contrasted beautifully with her porcelain pale skin, showing off her C cup breasts, only a little larger than Natalie's, and her fat English ass. Her long brown hair framed her soft face, and bright green eyes. I hated to disappoint her, she was sweet, and gentle, she would leave if I asked but I hated asking her to leave, when she was having a good time.
"Sweety, I was thinking we she start heading home, it's getting late." I said.
She looked a little disappointed.
"I'm tired sweety, you can stay if you want. I know you're having fun."
"No, sweety, I can't leave you alone lets go back to the hotel, I'll give you something better than an Oscar." She said biting her lip.
"oooowwww" Natalie said like a middle school girl, hugging her husband tight.
My wife, and I shared an embarrassed smile.
"Were getting too old for these parties too." Natalie said eying her husband.
"Your still young, and healthy" I said. It came out flirtier than I meant, I think the champagne was getting to me.
Natalie smiled; her husband noticed. He didn't pay me any mind, instead turning to Imogen, eying her up, " Some of us younger than others."
Imogen blushed. I could tell she wanted him. He was a handsome older man, worldly, and sophisticated. if he was black she would have been humping his leg.
I didn't blame Ben for liking her, I was lucky to have such a beautiful young wife. I was a few months away from my 40th, she had just turned 31, Natalie was forty-one, and Benjamin a few years older if I recalled.
Natalie looked a little jealous, but her face quickly changed backed to normal.
"Well, if you still have a little energy, you can come with us, there's a little spot near here, private, and they have good champagne. I want to celebrate with you." She spoke.
" I want you two to celebrate, enjoy the night. We did something special making that movie, I think you need to bask in it for one night, at least."
Imogen looked up at me, seeking approval, she looked like a kid asking their dad to go to the waterpark, and just like with a kid, I couldn't say no.
"Sure, we might as well check it out." I said.
We took a private elevator to the roof. The apartment looked residential, but seemed seedier than I had expected for celebrity to hang out.
The roof was empty, and Natalie made sure to lock the door behind us, leaving her security guard on the other end of the door. The building was tall, maybe 20 stories up, you defiantly couldn't see the roof from any of the other roofs.
"No cameras up here, and the zoning stops helicopters from flying here.
We all walked towards the waist high bar that offered the bare minimum protection, from falling off the roof, My heart sank looking over the edge.
Natalie snuggled up to her husband, it was cooler on the roof. I reached for Imogen's hand, and looked off the roof, I was glad I came the view was surprisingly scenic for LA. The moon was full, and the sky was clear, the traffic could barely be heard in the distance. All the worst parts of LA have melted away up here. The noise, the crowds, the traffic.
"Any chance there's a bathroom up here?" I asked.
