Hollywood Housewife Whore Pt. 02

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.

Special thanks to my friend Jack who inspired this trilogy. I also want to give thanks to those who wrote me feedback for the first chapter. Hope you enjoy the second piece of this trilogy!

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Los Angeles, California

The rain had come and gone through the night, washing away a weekend through the midnight hours before the morning had come. Outside the overcast came with fog eating up the scenery beyond oak trees and their leaves scattered across the ground. On a Monday morning like this, there was little concern of shades or curtains covering the windows upstairs in the bedroom. Blake Lively had found herself all home alone again, waking up to a lonely bed and text messages from her maid that would be arriving to do the usual house cleaning to begin the week. Her husband Ryan had left Friday for a trip onto a movie set in Arizona while their kids were off on another trip with their grandparents only an hour across town in another wealthy neighborhood.

Once again, Blake found herself home alone with all the time in the world to herself. A month had passed since her trip to the Demonic Jewel porn studio where she had met Johnny Boy Walker and one of his stars. Hidden in a spare purse within her massive closet was the DVD copy of her 'sex tape' she had filmed with Johnny and Shawn. The director himself had called her where an arranged delivery was made, but Blake could not stomach the thought of sitting down and watching it. Johnny had at least proven himself to be a man of his word, as the DVD had his company logo etched onto it among other artwork in red coloring. It would've been expected for Blake to call her friend Salma Hayek and tell her how it went, but she hesitated. Salma did not need to know all of her business.

Some things were better off kept secret. Blake felt she could have dropped the whole experience with filming pornography and moved on, but she kept Shawn in the back of her thoughts. There was something about the muscular tatted man she had fucked, something that kept her attention as time passed by. In the past weeks when Ryan was home, she found herself curious enough to go online and find the Demonic Jewel company website. It was one risk to dare herself to look up porn on the internet, another to do it while her husband was in the house. Blake could not forget that moment of shutting her laptop and shoving it under the blankets of her bed when she heard Ryan stepping to the bedroom door. Such memories were at the forefront of her mind today as she wandered around the bedroom all alone.

Blake had attempted to track down Shawn, as she discovered his full performing name within the adult industry was Shawn W. He had shortened his full last name, another bit of information Blake discovered as she searched through the internet. Shawn seemed to only be on contract with Johnny's studio with no way to contact without writing through there. As she became more eager to get a hold of the man, Blake did not want to have to go through Johnny again. She only had one of the men on her radar and the last thing she desired was to make another film that would be produced onto another DVD she would have to hide in the closet. There was the option to hire a private investigator, but that would be yet another person involved and Blake was hesitant to throw money away like that simply to find the man.

She had found her solution over a week ago when discovering that Shawn had a social media account. It didn't take her long to make up a profile under a fake name and upload a few photos that were taken at home and wouldn't be recognized by anyone else. There came an advantage to having your husband's status of fame outshine your own. Blake felt she could slide under the radar, so it would be fine to upload a few photos. From there, she had sent Shawn a friend request. The actress did not have to wait more than a day for him to accept her and offer a glimpse into his life based on what he had posted onto his social media account, hidden away from non-friends. Blake soon learned what kind of man Shawn was based on his interests and tastes in entertainment. She didn't hesitate to contact him in private messages and strike up a conversation, quickly revealing her identity.

Shawn's initial response was to send her an 'LOL' and inform her how amused he was to have shot porn with the wife of Ryan Reynolds. Blake shook it off, letting the man talk dirty back and forth with her before she began to browse about his profile. He had posted various photos of himself, dating back to college before his body had become a canvas for artwork. Shawn appeared to have a great interest in Heavy Metal music as he had photos attending concerts of bands such as Judas Priest and Metallica. Blake never left a comment anywhere on his profile as she didn't want alert any curious eyes that may have also been browsing the same pages. Instead she had decided to ask for Shawn's personal phone number and once they began to communicate through text messages, that was when she deleted the social media account for good.

What made the situation even funnier was doing it all while Ryan had been home and managing to secure such a secret under the table from anyone's suspicion in her own home. Her choice had remained the same as before when it came to where she would meet him. Blake had no intentions whatsoever of bringing a man of his background into the home she shared with her family, but she had own plans for meeting. On a day like this with too much time on her hands and able to slip away, it was time to give Shawn a call and see if he wanted to plan anything together. Before the weekend, Blake had hinted to Shawn about them meeting up for some kind of fun. She had made it clear to him she wanted something under the table and was going out on a limb to see if he was trustworthy enough to keep his mouth shut.

Now her mind was racing as she grabbed her smartphone from the bed sheets and clutched it tightly with both hands. Blake was ignoring the text messages that awaited her from the maid who would likely be arriving in the next hour, unless there was some change in her schedule. Licking her lips, she began to walk to the bathroom while thinking of herself how she would approach calling Shawn. It wasn't like her to suddenly get nervous about talking to someone, but Blake couldn't push back the roaming sensations she had right now for a thrill. There was something fun she found in all of this sneaking around and indulging herself in lustful fun behind her husband's back and away from home. Today was going to be something of an adventure, she began to think ot herself. Biting down on her lower lip, she suddenly tapped the screen of her phone and scrolled through her contacts to find Shawn. The clock above gave her a time of 8:17 as she began to call him.

"Hello?"

The familiar voice spoke lowly through the phone. Blake immediately replied as she glanced into her mirror, looking back at herself covered in a white night gown.

"Hi, Shawn?"

"Blake right? What are you doing calling me this early."

"Oh, I didn't wake you did I? I'm sorry!"

"No no, I've been up for a few hours. Just wasn't expecting any calls like this so soon into the day. What can I do for you today, babe?"

Once again, she bit down on her lower lip while thinking of how to approach this question in mind. Blake decided to play it smooth, hoping this would relax her sudden nervous tensions.

"I was wondering if we could arrange something. You remember what we talked about on Facebook right?"

A chuckle was heard through the phone. Shawn replied after his laugh.

"Yeah, I remember."

"You aren't gonna busy today are you? I wouldn't mind some company, if you know what I mean."

"Are you asking me to come over and we do something?"

"No... Not where I live. I'd rather meet up somewhere"

Blake had to contain herself after a quick answer. Shawn let out a laugh before he answered back.

"Ohhhh, I get it. The bored housewife wants something but I can't come over and play, huh?"

Now she was the one giggling at his teasing words.

"Nope! You're not allowed in my house. I figured you might have a better place for us to get it on, anyway."

"Hmmmm, maybe I do. Then again, maybe I don't."

"Look, you aren't busy today are you? I know it's a Monday, so I'm probably bugging you when you've got work to do back at the studio or something."

"No, no. I ain't doing any shooting on set today. I have today and tomorrow off. Johnny has to arrange the set for the next time I get to film a scene, so you might be in luck today."

That answer made Blake smile to herself. It was just what she wanted to hear, knowing now she could potentially have this man all to herself for the day.

"Wonderful."

A simple one word reply in her low tone of voice. Shawn replied back a few seconds later.

"Okay babe, I'll tell you what. I gotta make a call with a friend of mine and check on him. You don't mind if I call you back in an hour or two?"

"Oh, sure. That's fine. I hope you don't keep me waiting for long."

"Impatient huh? I like that."

He chuckled through the phone one last time before his final reply.

"Alright, I'll call you back later babe."

The phone clicked, disconnecting as Blake was left there sighing to herself in disappointment. He had managed to raise her hopes quickly before tumbling them down within seconds. Shawn may have lived up to his word and called her back, but she did not like having to wait around like this for someone such as him. Stepping through the bathroom, her phone began to ring again but Blake rolled her eyes seeing as it was her maid calling.

"Hello? Did you get my texts? I'm running a little late today."

Letting out a sigh, the older woman's voice had snapped her back into reality. Blake used her free hand to slide back the glass door of her shower while replying.

"It's fine! I overslept anyway, so take your time."

"I didn't want you to think I wasn't gonna show up today. I want to start in the living room and downstairs first before making my way up to the second floor. Are you fine with that?"

"Yes! That's definitely fine! I'm probably gonna be leaving later today anyway, so the house will be all yours. I'll see you soon."

Tapping the screen, she hung up the phone. A relief to not be engaging in a pointless conversation for right now. Blake let out another sigh as she began to strip the robe and her underwear from her body. A warm shower was needed to start the day, but she couldn't stop the anxiety of disappointing thoughts from wandering through her mind. Would Shawn be calling her back later? Who was this friend he mentioned over the phone? Such questions she found herself unable to stop thinking about as she turned the metal faucets to activate the sprinkler ahead above. Warm water began to spray out, splashing across her face as she closed her eyes and embraced this relaxing moment. Once again, Blake began to think back to her time with Shawn and Johnny last month.

Memories were flashing through her mind as steam began to rise, fogging up the glass of the shower door to her left. Blake slowly opened her eyes, facing the wall opposite of the shower sprinkler and seeing a muddied reflection across white tiles. When she closed her eyes again, the tremble was felt. Memories of the positions she found herself in, the feeling of Shawn's hard cock penetrating into her dark little hole. Clutching at the bed sheets was another moment of reminiscing back to every flashing second that was captured behind the lens of cameras mounted across the room. Unable to control such emotions, Blake moved her right hand down below as she began to play with her clit, squeezing it and lightly rubbing while biting her lower lip. There was no questioning where her desires would remain throughout the day. This was going to be a day of dirty secrets, if only Blake could have it her way.

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2 HOURS LATER

After getting out of the shower and putting on some clothes, Blake found herself rushing down the stairs to welcome her maid into the house who was awaiting from beyond the locked front door. The afternoon hours were beginning to fade into the day with the overcast of grey clouds above quietly drifting to show the blue color above. Blake found herself growing impatient as time moved by so slowly and Shawn had yet to return her phone call. She shared a late breakfast with her maid, going over small talk and a few short conversations that amounted to nothing in the grand scheme of today's plans. The most she had told the old woman was that she had business to take care of during the day that would require her to leave soon.

Once the clock turned 10:30 and Blake still had not received a call back to Shawn, she began to worry. While the maid was busy downstairs, the blonde actress took her time climbing the stairs and returning to her bedroom while clutching her phone in one hand. Blake took a glance around the empty room as she thought of how she would greet Shawn when she called again. What if he didn't answer and was intentionally ignoring her needs? Another question that added to her sudden panic deep down. Shawn should've considered himself lucky, Blake said to herself. A woman like her who could go out and find any man she wanted to use for her own sexual needs qualified him as lucky in her mind. Tired of waiting, she stomped around the bedroom and scrolled through her contacts on her phone, raising the screen to her face as it began to ring. Within seconds, the man answered.

"Hey! Blake? Calling me back so soon, huh?"

"Yeah! I've been waiting for over two hours for you to call back."

"You didn't tell me you were gonna be this impatient. For fuck sake, it's not even twelve o'clock yet."

Hearing that reply made her cross her free arm across the black shirt she was currently wearing. Blake wasn't too amused with how he spoke to her like that, as she felt now was the time to set the tone. She was more than prepared to send a clear message.

"I want some company today. You know, you should consider yourself lucky that I'm taking the time to seek you out."

"Wait, me lucky? Do you know who you're talking to?"

"Do you know who you're talking to, Shawn!?"

The man cracked up laughing through the phone as Blake let out a sigh. She had mocked him intentionally but did not expect him to crack up like this. In the background, she could hear another voice calling out. 'What's so goddamn funny?', she could make the words out clearly. Shawn seemingly ignored whoever it was as he replied back to Blake.

"Alright, I didn't know you were this needy. I've got company over right now, so do you mind waiting another hour?"

"I don't care if you have company or not. I'm in the mood to get fucked today."

"Yeah, you've made that clear. Are you gonna beg me over the phone?"

Such a question to tease her. Blake thought to herself for a moment, as she was planning on this day becoming something of a naughty adventure. She had been thinking of the 'sex tape' film she had made and the fact another man was in the room clearly did not bother her. But there was something else in mind for her, as she would hint with this next question.

"No! Who's your friend that you have over? Is he a sexy hunk like you with all the cool tats and big muscles?"

"As a matter of fact, yeah. But what are you trying to say? You're so fucking horny that you need more than me to get your clothes off today?"

His reply getting straight to the point had caused Blake to purr a soft moan into the phone. There was no further words needed to this conversation.

"No, I'm not trying to say anything! Except that I want you to text me your address so I can come over and see you. Oh yeah, send me a picture of your friend too. I think I've got an idea."

"What the fuck? What kind of idea are you talking about?"

"Nothing! Text me where you're at! I wanna come over! And don't forget, I want a picture of your friend."

This time, she was the one hanging up the phone. Blake heard a bewildered voice in the background at first. 'Who the fuck is that, man? Please tell me it's some girl from the studio looking for a good time, cause I'm-', Blake didn't hear the rest but the tone of the man's voice sounded enthusiastic about such a situation. She was now thinking of the possibility of having a threesome, something she had never indulged in previously. Blake had made her choice to revel in her dirty side today and enjoy every minute of it. Luckily, Shawn didn't disappoint her as she received his text message with an address only minutes later and with a picture of him and his friend. 'You can say hi to Jason' was the reply alongside the photo. She raised her eyebrows while examining the photo across the screen of her phone and then smirked to herself.

"Just my type."

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2 HOURS LATER

The day hours had turned over from AM to PM by the time Blake was seated behind the wheel of her sleek black car that drove through the streets. Shawn's address was an apartment across town, back in L.A. where Blake knew the roads all too well. She couldn't expect a man like him to be living in a gated community, tucked away in the hills like her and others with her wealth and fame. The thought of a threesome was satisfying her hungry urge for a nasty adventure throughout the day. This other man with Shawn whom he called Jason was a complete stranger to her. At the bare minimum, she could say he had the type of look in a man she wanted. Something similar to her husband but more of a 'bad boy', as one would call them.

Jason was in his mid-thirties, a former stage dancer to a pop singer who had a Vegas residency up until a few years ago. Shawn had found himself repeating the same thing his boss believed about Hollywood social circles, as Blake's own actions were enough to convince him that they had odd interests to the side. Little did Jason know there was such truth in those words as today he would experience it himself. He was a tall muscular built man with full sleeves of tattoos running down his arms. The designs were of various pieces of art, but a skull with glowing pink eyes was clearly visible on his upper left arm. His torso was clean of ink, demonstrating strong muscles as it was evident Jason had built his body up through dancing over the years.

Blake had arrived to the apartment, stomping a pair of high heels over the concrete pavement outside. She had chosen a short black skirt, long sleeved button up white shirt and a black jacket to go with it. The first few buttons to her shirt were undone, offering an ample view of her busty cleavage contained in a lacy black push up bra. Down below, she had on a pair of black pump high heels. Her hair was fixed up properly split down the middle, glowing in all of her blonde glory. As Shawn had commented, she came with 'boss bitch vibes', that was enough for her to take as a compliment and flash him a smug grin. She entered the apartment, greeted to white walls and the sound of heavy metal music coming from a stereo in the living room. Shawn's friend had walked around the apartment shirtless wearing nothing more than a pair of black leather pants offering a view of every outline from his ass crack to his stiff member contained behind the zipper. It was Shawn's job to introduce her to Jason, standing by as he shook her hand and watching the expressions change across both faces.

"Oh shit, you're that woman from Gossip Girl."

Jason looked back at her surprised. His eyes contained a blue hue that matched with his short blonde hair. He had a slight goatee beard and mustache with diamond pierced ears that offered a much different look from Shawn standing around with his clean shaved face and dark hair. Jason glared back at his friend, speaking to him.