A Star is Born

By WimpHub


You may have heard of me, I am "Smiling" Bobby Bryce. I was
very big on the comedy circuit in the 70s and 80s, though
now at the age of 56, I am better known for hosting the quiz
show "Family Fun."

It was on this show five years ago, that I met an ambitious
21-year-old calling herself Angel Luvzit, when she joined
the show as a hostess. She was perfect for the role, with
her long, auburn hair, pretty face, big tits and
never-ending legs.

From the time she joined the show, Angel did everything she
could to please me, telling me how good I was and how much
she admired my work. In no time she was shamelessly flirting
with me, and I was too vain to realise that she had her own
agenda and was manipulating me for her own purposes. Anyway,
to cut a long story short, we began dating and I was soon so
captivated by her, that I asked her to marry me.

At first everything was fine. I had been a little worried
that having a young, energetic wife, I would not be able to
match up in bed, with my rather small endowment which wasn't
as stiff as it used to be in my younger days. She seemed
happy enough though, especially as I spent a long time
pleasing her with my tongue, something I had become pretty
good at over the years.

As time went on, Angel persuaded me to use my influence to
get her better jobs in the business, and I managed to get
her a small part in a popular sitcom. I must say, she was
surprisingly good, and this got her noticed, and led to
bigger parts.

Things really began to go wrong when she was approached to
play the female lead in a big budget TV special, opposite
the latest hot property, a 25-year-old black actor named
Ryan James. I had met the guy briefly; he was tall, muscular
and very good looking. He was also conceited and arrogant,
believing he was God's gift to women. Unfortunately, quite a
lot of his female co-stars, some married, agreed with this,
and he had several affairs with his leading ladies.

I was not happy about Angel taking this job, partly because
she was becoming more famous and better paid than me, but
also because I was afraid she might succumb to the obvious
charms the virile young man had to offer. I therefore set
about spoiling her chances of the part by trying to call in
some favours from influential people in the business. Such
was Angel's popularity, that my scheme failed and she got
the part. Unfortunately, she found out what I had tried to
do, and was absolutely furious.

As she finished her packing for her month's filming at the
other end of the country, I tried to make my peace with her.

"I'm sorry honey," I pleaded. "I just wasn't happy about you
working with that womanising sleazebag. I don't want him
coming on to you, and I suppose I felt a bit jealous about
you doing love scenes with such a young man."

"You tried to ruin my career!" she spat. "I will never
forgive you for that, and I am going to make you pay. Now if
you will excuse me, I have a job to go to. You will have to
keep an eye on the gossip columns over the next few weeks to
find out if Ryan is fucking me!"

With that, she grabbed her suitcase and left in the waiting
studio car. 

I tried a number of times to contact Angel at the hotel she
was staying at, to patch things up, but she refused to take
my calls.

It was about two weeks into filming that my worst fears
began to be realised. Picking up the paper, I read a story
by one of the top showbiz columnists.

"Angel Luvzit and Ryan James, currently filming a new TV
blockbuster, were spotted having dinner last night at a top
restaurant. Fellow diners reported that they could not keep
their hands off each other, and spent the whole meal
laughing, kissing and cuddling."

My blood ran cold. I desperately hoped the story was untrue
or exaggerated, and tried again to reach Angel by phone,
without success. I wanted to go up there and confront her,
but I had to start recording a new series of the quiz show
next day, and I knew that Mary, the 55 year old harridan who
produced the show, was just looking for an excuse to get rid
of me. I had to be there, or she would take great delight in
replacing me with a younger, better-looking presenter.

The stories of the dates between my wife and her co-star
continued over the next few days, and one evening I spotted
them on the news, coming out of their hotel arm in arm. A
reporter spoke to them.

"Miss Luvzit," he began. "Is it true you and Mr James have
been spending your nights together?"

"Oh yes," gushed my wife. "And it has been wonderful!"

"Have you thought how this will affect your marriage to
Bobby Bryce?" he enquired.

"To be honest no," she responded. "I have been too busy
enjoying the best sex of my life to think about anything
else!"

"But how will your husband be feeling?" the reporter
continued.

"Insanely jealous I imagine," Angel laughed. "But then he
has good reason to be jealous, Ryan is a fantastic lover,
and I now know why his friends call him "Donkey". You can be
sure I will be spending all my nights with Ryan while we are
here."

"Have you spoken to your husband?" the reporter asked.

"No, I have nothing to say to him," she replied. "He tried
to ruin my chances of getting this part, he deserves all he
gets."

I was in total shock at her cruel words, said for the entire
world to hear. Again, I tried to get in touch with her, but
she refused to speak to me.

A couple of weeks later, I did get a call from Angel, to let
me know filming had finished. Although she sounded cold and
distant, I was pleased just to hear her voice.

"Darling, please get home as soon as you can," I said.
"Let's sit down and talk, and sort everything out."

"I won't be home for another two weeks," she responded.
"Ryan and I have booked a Caribbean holiday. I am sure the
press will get wind of it, so just check the papers to see
what a good time we are having!" She laughed as she put down
the phone.

I was crushed. Having seen this other side of her, I was
pretty sure she would tip off the press about her holiday,
to keep her face and name in the papers. Sure enough, over
the next two weeks the papers were full of pictures of the
two of the on the beach, Angel topless kissing and hugging
her new lover.

On the day she was due back, the front of the house was
swamped with reporters and cameramen. As she got out of the
car and walked up the drive, I came out and went to give her
a big hug and kiss, to try to show the world everything was
OK. She pushed me away roughly, shouting "No!" I could
already see tomorrow's headlines and pictures; the papers
would have a field day with this!

Later on, when Angel had settled back in, I asked her if we
could talk. She told me simply that she was thinking of
moving in with Ryan. After a lot of sobbing, begging and
pleading from me, she said she would stay, on condition that
Ryan moved into our house and her bed. I had no choice but
to agree.

After Ryan moved in, and the press frenzy died down, life
returned to some sort of normality. I was not at all happy
about what was going on behind our closed doors, but was
thankful that the world did not know about it. That was
until Angel agreed to give an interview to a sensational TV
programme called "Celebrity Sex Secrets", hosted by Jane
Daniels. I was made to watch with Angel and Ryan, when it
was aired. It went like this:

JANE: 
Angel, thank you very much for coming. Now, the last we
heard, you were seeing Ryan James, is that still the case?

ANGEL: 
Very much so. In fact, when we returned from holiday Ryan
moved into our house, and in to my bed. My husband moved
into the spare room.

J:
So, are you having sex with your husband?

A:
Certainly not! Since I met Ryan, I have no interest in sex
with Bobby. He has never been good at it, and he has a tiny
cock, which does not get very hard these days. In any case,
Ryan would not allow him to fuck me again. In fact, because
he is often away filming, he has insisted Bobby permanently
wear a chastity device, so that there is no possibility of
him taking advantage of me.

J:
That must be really frustrating for Bobby.

A:
I'll say! I suppose I don't help matters much, wandering
around the house in little or nothing. I remember going into
Bobby's room to get something, wearing only my panties. The
hungry look on his face, as he ogled my big tits was
something to behold! (Audience laughter). Also, Ryan and I
are not too discreet about our love play. Quite often, if we
are all watching TV, I will slip off the sofa on to the
floor, take out Ryan's cock, and suck on it noisily for
ages.

J:
How does that affect your husband?

A:
In several ways. Firstly envy, because I have always refused
to suck his cock, and of course jealousy that his wife is
giving herself totally to another man, with no consideration
for his feelings. There is the added bonus that the
frustration he is suffering becomes more intense.

J:
So he gets no relief at all?

A:
Well, actually, after he had worn the device for a month,
Bobby began pleading with me to let him come. Finally, Ryan
and I dragged him into the bedroom, and made him watch while
Ryan fucked me energetically on the marital bed. Then I told
my husband I would give him hand relief if he sucked my
lover's cum out of my pussy. He obviously found the idea
repulsive, but his need for relief was greater. He
reluctantly lowered his head between my thighs and licked me
clean, to the great amusement of Ryan and myself. After
that, I removed the device, pulled him off in seconds, and
replaced it.

J:
Have you continued to let him have relief?

A:
Shortly after this occasion, Ryan had to go away for six
weeks to film an action film. While he was away, I had
Bobby's face between my legs most nights giving me orgasms
orally. He is very good at this; in fact the only reason I
did not stray before Ryan was because he gave me plenty of
that attention. Anyway, this of course made Bobby even more
frustrated and he was soon begging for release. I told him
there was no way I would unlock him while Ryan was away.

J:
With all his pleading, were you not tempted to help him?

A:
Quite the reverse. The more he tongued me, the more
frustrated he got. The more frustrated he got, the more
turned on I got. The more turned on I got, the more I pulled
his face into my pussy. It was a vicious circle for him. By
the time Ryan came home, he was climbing the walls. (More
audience laughter).

J:
So then what happened?

A:
Ryan and I talked, and came up with a wicked idea. We took
my husband to the bedroom again. This time, he was made to
prepare us both with his tongue, watch us fuck, then clean
us both up with his tongue, to get his few seconds of
relief. Since then we have changed things, so that to get
his relief, he has to kneel naked in front of Ryan and suck
him to completion, while I watch. I constantly abuse him
verbally at this time, calling him every kind of faggot. So
if any of you ladies out there still fancy my husband, just
picture him naked on his knees, a huge black cock in his
mouth, swallowing copious amounts of cum! (Riotous audience
laughter).

J:
Do you not think it might harm your husband's career when
everyone hears your revelations?

A:
Frankly, I don't care. He tried to ruin my career, and I
told him I intend to make him pay. Besides, I earn a lot
more than he does now, if he loses his job he can work for
me, to enhance my career.

J:
Angel, thank you very much. (Thunderous applause).

I looked across, as the programme ended, to see my wife and
her lover laughing at my humiliation.

Next morning, I was called into Mary's office. She told me
in no uncertain terms, that "Family Fun" was a family show,
and she did not want it hosted by a cum eating, cocksucking
cuckold. I was told I was to be replaced immediately. That
effectively ended my career. The phone stopped ringing, and
my agent could not get me work for love or money.

I therefore began to work for Angel as her "Manager". I was
in fact just a servant to her and Ryan, bringing them
breakfast in bed, after listening to them fucking furiously
for most of the night, and doing various menial jobs. As
well as that of course, I was kept frustrated, doing all the
humiliating tasks mentioned above to gain any release.

The final humiliation came a few months later, when Angel
told me to get the paper off the mat after I had served
breakfast. I picked it up, and saw the headline staring out
at me.

"Angel Expecting Ryan's Baby."

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