My wife tells Natalie our secret

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.

"Yeah, but it's boys only." Benjamin said, nodding towards the other end of the roof. "I'll join you, the girls can get set up in the cabana."

I knew what boys only meant, but I was still somehow shocked when he just brought me to a corner of the roof, that overlooked an alleyway. We walked up to the edge. I looked over the edge.

When I looked back, Benjamin was undoing his belt, I quickly looked away, to avoid being accused of dick-looking.

"What are you shy?" He spoke.

I felt a rush of embarrassment. I was taller than him, and heavier, but he was defiantly the alpha, his smirking confidence made sure of that.

"No, I Just don't know if we should be pissing in an ally." I spoke. It was lame, but it was the best I could come up with.

"Relax, no one is down here, and there's no bathroom anywhere near here." he said. He sighed in relief as he began urinating, after a moment, I hear his piss hitting a garbage bin, 20 stories down.

I gave in. I shifted my gaze downward unzipped my pants and stuck my pink chastity caged penis out, beginning to relieve myself, a heavy stream came out, I had to sigh in relief too.

I had almost let myself relax entirely when I heard a snicker from beside me. I immediately became self-aware, and flush.

"What" I said turning my head towards him. When I did, I couldn't help but see his cock. It was perfect, six inches soft, Thick, with a vein running along the top. His pubes were trimmed, and his tescticles were like this golf balls, hanging underneath. I gasped slightly as I finished. After my pause, I made eye contact. But it was difficult. He looked at me with his smirk. I could tell he noticed me checking out his cock.

"Must be colder than I thought." He said.

I tried to laugh it off. But felt embarrassed, both about my size, and shame of not standing up for myself.

As I zipped up I just thanked heavens that he hadn't noticed my cage He was drunk too, he must of thought I had a shiny pink stub for a penis. Which was surprisingly less embarrassing then the truth.

We walked back to our wives in silence.

The girls were cuddled by the fire, and giggling when we got back They both had very full glasses of champagne in their hands, and judging by how empty the bottle was, it wasn't their first glass.

"What took you boys so long, we've missed you" Natalie said. She gave Benjamin a deep kiss when he went to sit down, her eyes were foggy from the drinks.

"I missed you too handsome" Imogen said to me, giving me a peck on the lips.

We talked for a while, telling each other stories, talking about being on set, are lives, etc. We were becoming close knit couple friends. Eventually we landed on a topic that filled me with more impending doom, and humiliation then I had ever experienced, but would lead to the best sexual experience of my life.

"I still can't believe you talked me into that sex scene Ryan." Natalie said with her feminine voice. "I promised myself I wouldn't do any sex scenes, especially not for a male director, and somehow you got me to do it."

Everyone but Benjamin was smiling.

"It was tasteful, and necessary to the plot." I said.

"You needed to connect to decompress, and reattach to your husband, after the unimaginable pressure of being a president in crises."

"No, you were right, it worked, and it might have been what won me this Oscar." She raised her glass a bit, and I raised mine in return.

"I can't believe, that so many people were upset your husband was black." Imogen said. I was glad the champagne was finished; Imogen was starting to slur her words.

Benjamin looked a little annoyed.

"Yeah, you would think people would be ready for that, I know the trolls were annoyed, but even the junket interviewers mentioned it."

"Well, I liked it, Charlie's a good actor." Imogen said. " I did him too." She giggled to herself. "Did a love scene with him too, I mean." She caught herself giggling and covered her mouth. Me and Benjamin gave a courtesy smile, but Natalie and Imogen laughed a little too hard.

"He was a good actor." Natalie noticed her Husband's face. "Although he's not as good looking as Benjy." she said leaning in to kiss him.

He gave her a halfhearted peck, before turning to my fiancé.

"How did you two meet, I can't believe we haven't asked yet."

Imogen Smiled.

"Oh yeah." Natalie laughed to herself. She had that sleepy drunk look on her face, and when she laughed her exposed bust bounced.

"Well, we met on the set of his first movie, he was a first time director, I had been an extra in a couple of things, and I did an ex's terrible student film." She began. I loved it when she was romantic.

"I was the co star, and he was there for me when I got my heart broken. At first, I thought we would be friends, but he's such a sweet, and funny man." She said stroking my cheek.

"It's usually a bad Idea to date on set, but sometimes it works out." Natalie said, nodding towards her husband.

"I definitely made that mistake on set." Imogen said. "Dating I mean. You're getting this great opportunity, making money, around all these talented people, its exhilarating. You're spending 12 hours a day with some handsome gent, and then you're in a hotel room a couple doors down from them, it's hard to resist."

"I remember my Holiday Inn days." Natalie said.

"Is it the same for choreographers, and dancers." I asked Benjamin.

"More or less, hotels, motels, etc. Only difference is there are a lot more girls then guys."

"And most of the men are gay." Natalie joked.

"Before I met Natalie, I dated a dancer in my troupe, she was tall, thin, and had nice breasts for a ballerina, but I got attached, and she was just looking for something temporary. I promised myself I wouldn't date anymore people, on set, but then I met this Jewish princess, and I couldn't help myself."

"Who could." I said. Sipping my champagne.

They all chuckled.

"I think someone has a little crush." Benjamin said staring me down.

"A little bit, but who wouldn't, she is a lovely woman." Imogen said.

Natalie smiled she looked charmed.

"He definitely does, he was always checking me out on set." Natalie said

I felt my cheeks burning with shame. my balls turning even bluer.

"I hoped you wouldn't have noticed." I mumbled.

"Sweety, you don't have to be embarrassed, I'm sure she is used to it." Imogen said, resting her hand on mine.

"I am. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You were very sweet. I've worked with a lot of creepy guys, and you're not one of them."

I felt a lot better hearing her say that.

"He's a sweet man, but a little bit of a pervert, eh." Imogen said rubbing my thigh.

"I'm only teasing sweety. You crushed on me too, and l ended up marrying you."

"Charles was a perv too, but he ended up being a jerk about it."

"When you're beautiful, and in the public eye most guys are perv's." Natalie said.

"And, then you marry one." Imogen added.

They all laughed.

She kissed me on the cheek.

Natalie held Benjamins hand and cuddled up to each other near the fire.

"He gets jealous when I talk about other men." Natalie said, in her soft motherly voice.

"He was a little mad, when I told him you were checking me out, and flirting with me." Natalie rubbed his thigh

"He's a good man, but he's very protective of me." She said leaning forward in her seat. Her cleavage was sticking out.

He eyed her cleavage, and so did I.

"I'm not worried about him." Benjamin

Natalie laughed, and Imogen ooohhhed.

"I caught a look at his pecker when we were pissing, and he got a look at mine."

Both the girls looked at me, and I stared at the fire in shame, but I could help the swelling in my groin.

Imogen slapped my arm in jest.

"Were you checking him out. Peaking at Natalie wasn't enough." She said.

My heart was racing.

"Aww, he's embarrassed." Natalie said. "I think he liked what he saw."

Imogen hugged me tight, latching on to me.

"I think he did too." Imogen sang.

I could tell Imogen was looking at Benjamins crotch, I was too. I could see he was getting a bone in his slacks. They were tight, and I could see the snake Natalie was rubbing, was becoming baton.

My, worm was becoming, a chubby slug. My hand slid down the side of my wife's dress, my thumb grazing her breast.

"Don't tease him. He put millions of dollars in our bank accounts and won me an oscaar." Natalie said.. She turned to us.

"He's just a little jealous. You know how men are."

Imogen smiled.

"Ryan's not the jealous type. You know that guy I had a bad experience with before Ryan. It was Charlie."

Natalie and Benjamin looked at each other, then back at us.

"We have to hear that story, how long were you on set."

"So, you meet a guy, fall in love, fall out of love, and fall in love with him in 4 weeks?" Benjamin asked. Natalie looked at her husband with judge eyes.

"Imogen giggled. Not even, I was only on set for three weeks." we all laughed.

"I was a young, excited, impressionable and he was a gentle slightly older man who supported me through my first sex scene." Imogen said.

"I liked him, but you know I was nervous it was a work site, and to be honest I'd never thought about dating a black man."

Natalie's lips formed a small, sexy smile when she heard that part. Her had hand, which had been rubbing his rod, went from a flat palm to a cupped hand. Benjamin liked the story, he was leaning back in his seat, pushing his crotch forward.

"What really sold me though."She trailed off looking away embarrassed. " I... I've never talked about this with anyone but my hubby." She said, pausing for a moment.

"But... I... we, were all in the same hotel, the Holiday Inn express, we had a long day of shooting, and I was starting to feel close, but you know as a friend, a handsome friend but a friend none the less, but when we went back to our rooms that night, our rooms were right beside each other." Imogen began.

"I was in my room; I had just gotten back from set. Showered, put on a nightie, and was just relaxing, when I started hearing moaning form the room next door, I thought maybe he was watching a bit of smut, so I tried to keep reading, but then I heard the bed frame bump up against my wall, slow at first, but then harder, and harder, and I heard him making these masculine grunts, and the woman saying his name. It's embarrassing but even thinking about it now, makes wet, and I had trouble sleeping that night thinking about what he was doing in the next room, and how I was going to have to kiss him, and be held by him on set the next day. "

I could see Benjamin, stroking the side of Natalie's purple silk coated breast, as she continued rubbing his rod, it only looked bigger, in his pants. I pictured him pounding the woman, next door to Imogen's room all those years ago, I wondered if he was circumcised, I wasn't and I think Imogen would prefer if I was.

Imogen continued "The next day, we were on set, and it was three hours of being carried by him, cuddling up close to him, kissing him, and letting him touch my breasts, it was a Skelton crew, and it was a little clinical, but after the night before, I couldn't help but be into it."

"So Charlies done love scenes with both of your crushes. Well, I guess one fiancé, and one crush." Benjamin said ribbing me, I just shrugged and looked at Imogen, she was dazed, and horny, I hopped after this story we could exclude ourselves, and I could get some relief from her, she might even give me head, a gift I hadn't gotten in years.