groaned as she just sat there, as though merely the vibrations coming up from the road through my cock was enough to set her off.
“God, you’re so hard….” she breathed.
“And you’re so wet,” I chuckled. “You thinking about him?”
“Hey!” she turned to me, flashed me an amused warning glance.
Then she was fucking me, her legs stretched wide over my parted thighs, her hands reaching up to support herself on the low roof of the vehicle. I reached around to fondle her breasts, but found my hands naturally dropping to her mound. Fingers drawn to her little button, nudging it, massaging her hot flesh around it, stirring the whimpers and cries from her as her thigh muscles pumped to move her on my shaft.
“So you really wanted to make me all green with jealousy, huh?” I said. “I bet that made you feel a little naughty.”
“Maybe.”
“How did you hope I’d react to it? That I’d be jealous, but then what?”
Her long red hair whipped me as she rode me. I felt so powerful. Aaron Simpson wanted this. Most of the guys at that premiere had wanted this—but I was getting to make love to this exquisite creature.
“I guess I was hoping you’d get jealous…and then you’d want to take me home and fuck me,” she said, her use of the f-word somehow incongruent with the old Hayley I knew, that she seemed to revel in it.
“So you got your wish,” I said.
Her right hand moved to mine, gently positioning it where she wanted it just then. I was happy to be shown, happy to take her guidance.
“Oh yeah…oh just like that….”
Her fucking became little more than a slight bounce on my lap, though it was all right for me, I felt the need to cool it a little or else I was going to lose it way before we got home.
“So you were turned on when you were shooting those scenes with him, weren’t you?”
I slipped the question in gently while she was wailing at the little circles I was running over her clit, hoping to ease her inhibitions.
“I was thinking about you….” she said, a nice try.
I laughed. “You were pretending to fuck Aaron Simpson, and you were honestly thinking about your boring husband back home?”
“I was!” She laughed, seeing how far-fetched it might seem that she was picturing her husband while acting out the fantasy of a million women with Aaron Simpson. “I don’t know…I guess even then, I was thinking about your fantasy, and what it might be like for you to see me with Aaron. How much you’d want me after that.”
“Want you? You thought I didn’t want you already?”
I pulled her down hard on my huge swollen cock as though to make the point.
Hayley cursed, and for a while was lost in the sensations coursing through her trim frame. Then she said, “When I started shooting that movie...I still felt like a waitress….”
“A waitress shooting a multi-million-dollar picture with a Hollywood legend.”
“But at the time…”
“And who just paid off our mortgage?”
“I felt like I’d wake up one morning and the director would tell me he made a mistake, it wasn’t me they wanted to cast....”
“So what, you thought I wasn’t interested in you because of that? I’ve never seen you as just a waitress.”
Hayley turned to face me again, slipping my hard cock back inside her.
“Back in New York, when we went to that New Year’s party, and there were all those people from your office there….” She was referring to something that happened so long ago, it seemed like a different life.
“That made you jealous?” I was a little taken aback at my wife, that a party with my co-workers might make her feel bad about herself.
“I just felt…inferior,” she said. “All those women you worked with…well, some of them…definitely had their eyes on you….”
“I only have eyes for you, honey. I only ever did, you know?”
“I know. But I used that jealousy...to drive my performance in the movie.”
“To motivate you, huh. So tell
“God, you’re so hard….” she breathed.
“And you’re so wet,” I chuckled. “You thinking about him?”
“Hey!” she turned to me, flashed me an amused warning glance.
Then she was fucking me, her legs stretched wide over my parted thighs, her hands reaching up to support herself on the low roof of the vehicle. I reached around to fondle her breasts, but found my hands naturally dropping to her mound. Fingers drawn to her little button, nudging it, massaging her hot flesh around it, stirring the whimpers and cries from her as her thigh muscles pumped to move her on my shaft.
“So you really wanted to make me all green with jealousy, huh?” I said. “I bet that made you feel a little naughty.”
“Maybe.”
“How did you hope I’d react to it? That I’d be jealous, but then what?”
Her long red hair whipped me as she rode me. I felt so powerful. Aaron Simpson wanted this. Most of the guys at that premiere had wanted this—but I was getting to make love to this exquisite creature.
“I guess I was hoping you’d get jealous…and then you’d want to take me home and fuck me,” she said, her use of the f-word somehow incongruent with the old Hayley I knew, that she seemed to revel in it.
“So you got your wish,” I said.
Her right hand moved to mine, gently positioning it where she wanted it just then. I was happy to be shown, happy to take her guidance.
“Oh yeah…oh just like that….”
Her fucking became little more than a slight bounce on my lap, though it was all right for me, I felt the need to cool it a little or else I was going to lose it way before we got home.
“So you were turned on when you were shooting those scenes with him, weren’t you?”
I slipped the question in gently while she was wailing at the little circles I was running over her clit, hoping to ease her inhibitions.
“I was thinking about you….” she said, a nice try.
I laughed. “You were pretending to fuck Aaron Simpson, and you were honestly thinking about your boring husband back home?”
“I was!” She laughed, seeing how far-fetched it might seem that she was picturing her husband while acting out the fantasy of a million women with Aaron Simpson. “I don’t know…I guess even then, I was thinking about your fantasy, and what it might be like for you to see me with Aaron. How much you’d want me after that.”
“Want you? You thought I didn’t want you already?”
I pulled her down hard on my huge swollen cock as though to make the point.
Hayley cursed, and for a while was lost in the sensations coursing through her trim frame. Then she said, “When I started shooting that movie...I still felt like a waitress….”
“A waitress shooting a multi-million-dollar picture with a Hollywood legend.”
“But at the time…”
“And who just paid off our mortgage?”
“I felt like I’d wake up one morning and the director would tell me he made a mistake, it wasn’t me they wanted to cast....”
“So what, you thought I wasn’t interested in you because of that? I’ve never seen you as just a waitress.”
Hayley turned to face me again, slipping my hard cock back inside her.
“Back in New York, when we went to that New Year’s party, and there were all those people from your office there….” She was referring to something that happened so long ago, it seemed like a different life.
“That made you jealous?” I was a little taken aback at my wife, that a party with my co-workers might make her feel bad about herself.
“I just felt…inferior,” she said. “All those women you worked with…well, some of them…definitely had their eyes on you….”
“I only have eyes for you, honey. I only ever did, you know?”
“I know. But I used that jealousy...to drive my performance in the movie.”
“To motivate you, huh. So tell
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