My Shameless Pornstar Hotwife

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Melanie visited the restroom to clean up as best she could, and our waitress stopped as we walked toward the front door. “My name is Jane. I don’t expect you to remember me since you’re famous, but I will call you, and I’ll do anything for you. I mean it. Anything at all.”

My wife gave Jane a chaste hug before asking her, “Why do you think I’m famous?”

“I saw a movie you were in—my old boyfriend’s in love with you. He made me watch,” Jane blushed as only a natural blonde could. The red extended to the roots of her hair. “I guess I’m a little in love with you too.”

“Those movies were made a long time ago.” I was urging Melanie out the door. Our conversation was being overheard.

I could tell my wife didn't want to smile when we left. Outside she hugged my arm as we walked toward the valet stand.

“It was nice to have you with us, Ms. Kitty. We don’t get many personalities.”

I was embarrassed to be with her and driving a five-year-old Honda. But Ms. Kitty couldn’t wait to leave. “They recognized me; nobody has made the connection for so long why tonight?”

I pulled into another lot and parked next to an upscale bar attached to a hotel. “I think we need another drink,” I said. We also needed to talk away from the kids and their babysitter. Melanie looked as though she understood.

Three men were entering the bar ahead of us. One of them turned, looked at my wife, and said loud enough for all to hear. “Britany Kitty, hey guys. This beauty is Britany Kitty.”

It could have been the start of a bad scene, but Melanie flashed a million-dollar smile, and I offered to buy everyone a drink. Leon, Troy, and Alex fell all over themselves to take me up on it.

We were all sitting at a large round table when Randy, the massive black cop who had danced with Melanie, joined us. Again, I thought there could be trouble until the group welcomed him as their Sargent. Randy didn’t even look at me except when he told me to move so he could sit next to my wife. So much for our private talk.

“This is exciting,” Alex said. I didn’t have their names straight, but it wasn’t Randy. He looked at my wife the way a coyote looks at a helpless baby rabbit. “You’re even more beautiful in person. I’m all excited just from looking at you.”

“Have you met my husband?” Melanie asked, pointing at me around Randy.

“Yeah, sure, how you doin’?’” he said without looking away from my wife.

“I’m doing well, fellas. How about if I buy another round of drinks, and then we have to …”

I was cut off by Randy speaking to my wife, “I like your dress; spread your legs a little more for me.”

Melanie didn’t say anything, and Randy continued, “Thata girl. Exciting, isn’t it, Britany?” Randy said. His voice was so deep I felt the rumble in my chest.

“I mind,” I said, and when no one paid attention, I said it louder.

Randy’s service weapon and badge were pressed hard into the flesh above my belt. He looked the size of a college football offensive tackle. “I don’t remember anyone asking you,” his voice rumbled.