Hollywood Hotwife - Chapter 1
Note: This story contains elements of hotwifing / cuckoldry / wife sharing and very light SPH. If this isn't what you're looking for there's lots of other great stories to read on Literotica :-)
The expansive lobby of Maggie and Craig's hotel opened onto a long bar/lounge and as usual it was filled with people there to see and be seen. I casually offered my arm to Maggie who took it as we walked through the lobby with Craig following a couple of steps behind. I'm more than accustomed to being noticed by people throughout my day and I could see that Maggie was tittilated by the looks of recognition as we passed through the lounge area and towards the elevators. Given that she was unaccustomed to the attention I imagined that being on the arm of a 'celebrity', clearly on the way to a hotel room would have been a thrill in that setting.
The bank of elevators at the back of the lobby was flanked by the hotel's convenience store. Maggie reached down and squeezed my hand, slowing our progress for a moment as she leaned in.
"Sorry, but is it ok if we buy condoms?... it's just that Craig and I are trying to get pregnant, and..."
I nodded in understanding and we altered course towards the store.
"
Maybe it's better if you're not buying them?"
she asked back sagely, clearly concerned about the implications of me walking into a store with a woman on my arm and purchasing condoms.
Frankly, I didn't much care. But I also offered no protest when Maggie turned to Craig and asked him to go do it.
I got the feeling that she asked him purely as a matter of practicality. However, I couldn't help but imagine what he must have been feeling about the request. Asked by your wife to go purchase condoms for another man to fuck her with.
I leaned in softly
"Probably best to buy XL ones".
"Ooooh!"
she giggled in surprise.
Since we had entered the SUV for the ride to the hotel Craig's complacent demeanor had gradually shifted to the point that he almost appeared in shock. The reality of what was happening seemed to be overtaking him and my request for extra large condoms didn't seem to do much to restore any confidence.
As Maggie and I waited he entered the small glass walled shop, located what he was looking and took the box towards the cashier. Maggie squeezed my hand as she watched Craig withdraw his wallet and pay for condoms that he would not use. I looked over at Maggie and she seemed to be amused as she watched.
Craig soon returned wordlessly with a small brown paper bag in his hand.
We rode up the elevator along with another group of four. Maggie tightly gripping my arm in the back as the elevator climbed and finally let us out on the 11th floor. As we carded into their room I recognized the layout as one of the hotel's one bedroom suites. It faced out over Sunset and had the twinkly lit view of the LA basin as a glowing background. At the end of the open living area a set of french doors opened into the bedroom and adjoining ensuite.
In similar situations I had found that the first few moments had the ability to be rather awkward. However, Maggie clearly knew what she wanted and she didn't seem to be concerned or confused by what to do. She calmly laid her coat over the desk chair and then turned to her husband. She gave him a long kiss and then asked him to pour wine for the three of us. She quickly tidied up some other clothes that had been laid out around the room "didn't expect visitors" she chuckled sheepishly.
Craig had retrieved a bottle of red and poured the first glass for his wife. I watched amused as Maggie drained half of it in one go before placing her glass down and walking across the room to me. She threw her arms up and around my shoulders and pulled me in for a deep kiss. She was already breathing deeply from the anticipation and as I tasted the red wine on her tongue her large breasts, tightly contained by her dress, raised and lowered against my chest. She was obviously intensely turned on and the sheer passion with how she kissed me made me excited for what lay ahead.
I took the opportunity to let my hands run over her body. She was exactly my kind of woman. Curvy. The attraction to her large breasts was obvious, but as my hands roamed around behind her I was pleased to discover how incredible her nice large ass was as well. Even through the confines of her tight dress and panties it was clear how round and full it was. Wanting to see more I slowly broke the kiss and reached my hands to the top buttons of her dress. Maggie watched as I fingered the first one open, and then the second. Gradually her large breasts began to push the separated material apart. The canyon of soft white cleavage grew deeper and deeper until it began to reveal a purple shelf-style demi bra which I imagined matched what she had quietly revealed to me earlier.
The choice of bra was audacious for someone with such a substantial chest. The tight dress had done a good job of keeping her breasts at bay, but in the sexy half bra the tops of her boobs thrust up and out almost daring the bra to restrain them. As the buttons gave way down her stomach they finally began to reveal the matching set of panties. Silky and purple, full coverage, but cut high on her hips. The dress soon pooled at her feet and Maggie stepped out of it. I leaned back in and we spent the next couple of minutes again in deep embrace, kissing and touching while she worked away at the buttons of my shirt. Maggie was breathing deeply and I soon let her peel my shirt off and drop it to the floor next to her dress.
I felt I'd shown considerable restraint by not going directly for her tits, but one can only be so patient. Taking a step back from her I lifted my hand to her chest, sliding my fingers inside the front of the left cup and encountering the fleshy resistance of her large breast. The low cut of her bra was accentuated by the fact that she had incredibly large, but the softest of pink, areola. They were wide enough that they peaked out over the top of her low cut bra. I assuredly slipped my hand down a bit further until my fingers encountered her already turgid nipple. I leaned back in to kiss her quickly as I tugged on it gently, and then in short order I pulled back from her and with both hands lifted her heavy breasts clear of the straining cups of her bra. Maggie exhaled deeply as her breasts came into view. With the cups now overwhelmed and stuck underneath her breasts Maggie reached behind her to work on releasing her bra strap. At the same time I crouched low, hooking my index fingers into the waistband of her panties and drawing them downward and to her feet. She squealed softly and giggled. In the matter of less than 10 seconds she had gone from being in her underwear to completely naked and standing before me.
I don't want it to sound like everything in my life is scripted, but I will admit that when I've hooked up with women who are fans of the show there are certain things that I've found to be quite successful. Whereas Hollywood girls are generally comfortable being nude, most normal women find the idea of being naked in front of a new guy to be a bit unnerving. By removing Maggie's panties quickly and unexpectedly I reduced the amount of time where she might feel anxious. As I rose back up, bare chested but still dressed from the waist down she grinned at me, flushed. I intentionally took a moment, dramatically looking at her from her face downwards, taking all of her in. The middle section of her body that would have been covered by her one piece swimsuit was a pale white, while her legs and upper body had soft pink tanlines from the sun. I found it incredibly sexy and told her so. Even through the pink I could still see her blushing from the momentary embarrassment of being completely nude and also having a strange new man speaking about her body.
I smiled to myself as my eyes landed between her legs. She had a short, fuzzy triangle of blonde pubic hair. It was shaved in from the sides to accommodate her bikini line. I loved it. Mostly because I didn't see it very often. Most women that I hooked up with were shorn and waxed to within an inch of their life. The tight little triangle of hair adorning Maggie's mound was so... normal!
I felt liked I'd waited long enough to see her ass by that point so I slowly walked around her, letting my eyes drop. The angled tanlines creased across the bottom of her bum providing a sexy and striking contrast with the porcelain white of her large, round cheeks.
I could tell that this was going to be fun.
I confidently came in behind Maggie, letting my crotch push tightly up against her ass. With one of my hands I drew her hair back from her neck and began to kiss it from behind. I drew the other up her soft stomach until I reached her heavy, hanging left breast. Taking a full handful I began to knead and squeeze it while kissing her neck. I whispered softly into her ear, telling her how sexy she looked. My efforts began to draw deep breathing and the occasional soft moan from her. Looking past her to the far side of the room I could see Craig, leaning up against the wall with his glass of wine in his hand, watching uncomfortably as his nude wife was seduced right in front of him.
Now, again, I realize it's a bit cliche... but so is Hollywood. As soon as I felt that I had Maggie relaxed and growing comfortable I wheeled around her and took her arm, directing her to the armchair underneath the window. Almost every hotel room has one, and this room's had a particularly good view. I spun it sideways so that the city view was visible and eased Maggie back into it. Reaching behind her I took handfuls of her soft ass and wordlessly encouraged her forward until she was sat right on the edge of the chair. I then put a hand on her shoulder, leaning her all of the way into the sloped backrest of the chair. She still seemed confused, until I lowered myself down onto my knees. I placed my hands on her thighs and began to encourage her legs apart, all of the way. As I knelt between them and began to kiss her stomach Maggie sighed deeply, realizing what was to come.
It strikes me as uncommon that many men would start a sexual encounter by immediately going down on a woman... which is exactly why I liked doing it. For those who were fans of the show there was a particular scene in Season 2 where my character rather romantically goes down on one of the female leads. If my sexual partner harbors fantasies of fucking 'Blake', I've found it strikingly effective to do it to them right out of the gate. Rule #1 is that I never do it in or on the bed. It's too predictable. By placing them in a chair, in an unfamiliar setting for receiving oral sex, it makes the experience that much more unusual and stimulating. And I can almost guarantee that their boyfriends (or in Maggie's case husband) rarely if ever do anything like it.
My soft kisses slipped down her belly and arrived at the tuft of soft blonde hair adorning her mound. I kissed through and around it, eventually moving downwards to slowly lick my way along the smoothly shaven edge of her bikini line and around the inside of her legs. Maggie shuddered and let out a gentle moan. As I arrived at her vagina I looked upwards towards her. Her head was thrown back against the chair in anticipation. The twinkly blanket of the lights of the city were cast out around her from the window of their high floor room.
"Craig, would you mind bringing your wife her glass of wine"
I instructed.
Still seemingly awestruck, Craig reached down the countertop and crossed the room to his wife, placing the glass of wine in her hand as my tongue began a long, slow, path up the crease between her soft pink outer lips.
It was surely the first time that another man had touched Maggie there in ages. I made sure to take my time. Long before I actually advanced inside of her I spent time around her already puffy labia, swirling my tongue around her, running it up the middle, and gently kissing at them. When I felt that she was growing comfortable I would push things up a level, this time inserting my tongue between her outer lips and letting her feel the slippery sensation of me working it up and down the insides.
I waited until Maggie had finished talking a long pull from her glass of wine, setting it onto the side table next to her, before pushing my tongue forward. I let it slowly explore right to the entrance of her vagina, and then up into it. She let out a muffled
"oh fuck"
