Castaway Wife, Part 7

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The party is over. The Castaway Wife is now an official hotwife. Now what comes next?

If you haven't read them yet, please read the previous parts:

• Part 1

• Part 2

• Part 3

• Part 4

• Part 5

• Part 6

18. C-List

“I heard a rumor,” Chelsea said, looking up from her phone. They were having a late breakfast in the hotel’s restaurant. It was mostly empty, and they were tucked away in the back. “Kim invited you back to her room?”

So much had happened that Andy had completely forgotten about the offer. “Oh, right!” Even though he’d been good, he still felt guilty about it. “And it was actually not just Kim. She invited me to join her and Camila!”

It didn’t shock Chelsea the way Andy had expected, which meant only one thing. “You knew they hooked up last night?” he asked.

“Where do you think I heard the rumor?” Chelsea said. “Here. No secrets.” She set her phone down on the table, turned it to face him, and slid it over. “Start at the top.”

There was a text thread from last night, between her and Kim.

[Kim]: So you and Todd?!?!

[Chelsea]: Yeah. Me and Todd.

[Kim]: So hot. How was it?

[Chelsea]: Amazing. Crazy. Energetic.

[Kim]: Did he have a big cock?

[Chelsea]: Kim!

[Kim]: What? You know I’m going to ask.

[Chelsea]: Yeah, it was big. And nice. And yes, he knew how to use it.

[Kim]: God, I’m so jelly! Not only do you get one well-hung stud, but your other man is such an amazing guy. You know he turned down a threesome with me and Cammy?

[Chelsea]: Wait. You invited him?

[Kim]: Sorry, hon. Couldn’t resist. I was drunk and horny, and he looked ripe. Don’t be mad. Like I said, he kept his honor.

[Chelsea]: And you never had any.

[Kim]: It’s true. I probably would have backstabbed you in the game long before you did it to Todd. :P But you know I love you.

Reading the banter was fun, although Andy skimmed past it, wanting to see more scandalous content. He didn’t need to go far.

[Chelsea]: So you and Camila? Really?

[Kim]: Yeah, really. I never got to tell you that on that last night, you weren’t the only one getting naked. I always wanted to taste that pretty Puerto Rican, and it was pretty incredible. We even initiated Janice into the world of girl-on-girl pleasure.

Janice was the fit “mom” of the group. Reading ahead, Chelsea seemed just as shocked as Andy felt reading it.

[Chelsea]: You and Janice? No!

[Kim]: And Cammy, yes. I wanted to repeat last night, but she’s got that new guy, and he didn’t seem to be game.

[Chelsea]: So you came for my man.

[Kim]: No, I CAME on Cammy’s tongue. Honey, it’s so amazing. You need to try it sometime.

[Chelsea]: I’m sure Andy would like that.

[Kim]: Good idea. Both of you can join me. And we can see if Todd’s around, too. Make it a nice party.

[Chelsea]: You don’t stop, do you?

[Kim]: Life’s too short. And don’t tell me this doesn’t make you at least a little curious.

Andy wasn’t expecting an image, let alone something so graphic. It was taken from Kim’s perspective, pointed down between her open legs as Camila, the pretty producer, lapped at Kim’s pussy. There was a lot to process with that photo. Kim had a little triangular brush of auburn hair above her pale pussy lips. Camila had a very long tongue that was buried between Kim’s folds. Her glasses were gone, and the way she looked at the camera projected so much need.

[Kim]: Suddenly quiet over there. You’re playing with yourself, aren’t you?

Indeed, where all the other texts came on each other's heels, there was about two minutes between the photo arriving and Kim’s followup text.

[Chelsea]: No comment.

Andy looked up at Chelsea, who glanced at her phone and saw what he was looking at. “Don’t read too much into that,” she said.

“Okay,” he said. Even Chelsea didn’t seem to believe him. “But I mean also I’m cool with you getting turned on by a little lesbian action—”

“Oh, shut up,” Chelsea said with a laugh. Andy swore she was at least a little flustered. “Don’t make me regret showing you that thread.”

Andy pantomimed zipping his lips, only to immediately open them again to ask, “When was this?”

He answered the question himself as he scanned the time stamps. Happened in that hour earlier that morning between when she’d asked him to bring her a change of clothing and when she’d fucked Todd one more time.

In fact, the very next text was Chelsea announcing that.

[Chelsea]: Todd is coming back. Sorry, no time to answer.

[Kim]: Boo! At least return the favor with a photo of that hottie.

[Chelsea]: Stay away from my men!

[Kim]: I don’t want to keep them. I just want to borrow. Now be a good friend and snap me a pic.

Amazingly, there was an outgoing picture. From Chelsea. Of a naked Todd. He stood proud in his nudity, and while Andy wasn’t attracted to men sexually, he definitely saw why Chelsea and Kim—and so much of the internet—drooled over the guy. He was ripped, but in a real world, working man’s kind of way. This wasn’t a guy who got his body only from hours in the gym—although that probably had a lot to do with it. Todd was a firefighter, and his body was honed from that very physical profession. 

Also, he had a giant fucking cock. Even mostly flaccid, it hung large and brown between his thighs, made even larger by the lack of pubes.

[Chelsea]: Shocker. He didn’t mind.

[Kim]: Oh yummy.

[Chelsea]: Bye now!

[Kim]: Hit me back later. Enjoy that beautiful dick. 

There were no more texts, but what he read was enough. Andy’s heart raced. His mind reeled. Hearing Chelsea talk through her time with Todd was one thing, but actually seeing the man that she’d fucked made it all real. So did reading his sweet wife describing the extramarital sex as ‘amazing’ and another man’s cock as big and nice, and how Todd knew how to use it.

“So do you want to go to Jason’s thing?” Chelsea asked as she took her phone back. “I know that this must be really weird for you, not even counting the hotwife stuff.”

“Which is a layer that can’t really be ignored,” Andy said.

“Yeah,” Chelsea said.

“When I was watching you guys up on stage, it was like watching you with your family at Thanksgiving, when everyone’s had a little too much to drink. You’re all so close, and I wasn’t a part of it.”

“But you are,” Chelsea said. “Because you’re a part of me.”

She was trying, and Andy appreciated that. But it also didn’t matter. “You don’t have to reassure me. I know you’re not going to leave me for that world, just like you wouldn’t leave me for your family.”

Chelsea snorted in agreement at the truth of that statement.

“And I like that you’ve got that bond,” he went on. He gestured to her phone. “I actually like that you’ve got that bond with Todd, even. You’re still you, Chels. I don’t think you could have done…” He felt himself starting to heat up. “I don’t think you would have fucked Todd last night if you didn’t have that kind of bond.”

Chelsea looked prepared to deny it, but seemed to realize that he was right.

Andy said, “It’s okay. I wouldn’t want it any other way. Plus, now that I’ve seen what he’s packing, I can’t really blame you for wanting more of that.”

Chelsea blushed. “Yeah, if you don’t mind, I’m going to hang on to that picture into my old age.”

“I don’t mind, and if you want to get an action shot or two—”

“It is her,” someone said from two tables down, interrupting their conversation.

“Told you,” said another.

Turning, Andy saw that it was a couple of young women, early twenties, their blond hair and tanned skin right at home in southern California.

“I am, like, so bummed that you didn’t win,” the first said.

“Uh, yeah.” Chelsea didn’t know how to react to her sudden C-list celebrity status. “I’m pretty bummed, too.”

The other looked at Andy. “Are you the husband? Oh my God, you are!”

Andy wanted to crawl into a hole. Chelsea recovered quicker than he did. “Yes, this is my rock, right here,” she said, reaching over and lacing her fingers into his. “Couldn’t have made it as far without this guy.”

“Aw, that’s so cute! Mind if we get a selfie?” They were coming over before Chelsea could nod, and like that, Andy and Chelsea were flanked by these two, attractive blondes, memorialized on Instagram or SnapChat or whatever they were on these days.

Chelsea and Andy made a quick escape after that, heading for the elevators. “Is it always like that?” he asked, realizing that experiences like that weren’t new for his wife. Like with her Pilates instructor.

“Sometimes. Most people kind of just look at me like they know me, but can’t place where. Or they’re not sure that I’m the Chelsea from the show.”

“Is it weird?”

“Always,” Chelsea laughed. “But it’s not something that’ll last long. The new season will start in a few months, and I’ll be long forgotten.”

“You’re selling yourself short,” Andy said. “You played a historic game.”

“Oh, please. They’re going to remember Jason more than me, and you know why? Because he’s going to do his best to keep himself in the spotlight. He’ll do the morning show rounds, maybe get a spot on Fallon or something. He’ll host some watch parties and show up at events like tonight. That’s how you ride this thing out. It takes work and desire for the spotlight, and that’s not me.”

It wasn’t. The show gave Chelsea an infusion of confidence, but it didn’t change who she was. She’d gone on Castaway because she loved the game, not the attention. “But we’re going to the bar thing tonight, right?” Andy asked.

“I mean, who turns down free drinks?”

***

Andy and Chelsea spent the afternoon at The Getty, losing themselves in the art. They had lunch there under the high, blue sky, and Andy started to understand why people liked this part of the country. The weather was amazing.

A few people did a double take as they wandered the gallery, but no one else approached and asked for selfies. For the afternoon, anyway, they were just Andy and Chelsea, tourists in a new city doing touristy things.

Well, apart from when she was on the phone. Turned out that it wasn’t just Jason that fans were curious about, and the network was capitalizing on it. They’d booked Chelsea on a couple podcasts, which she could do over the phone, and when they heard that she was here through Saturday, they got her some recorded spots for some of the weekend shows.

“So much for a free Friday,” she said. “They’ve booked me throughout the day tomorrow.”

“It’s all good,” Andy said, seeing the glow about her. “You’re enjoying this, admit it.”

“I don’t hate it as much as I’d thought,” she said. “And I do like having someone else do my hair and make up. Oh, and it’s not like this stuff is unpaid. It’s not a million bucks, but it’s a nice bonus.”

“It was never about the money, Chelsea.”

“Yeah, I know,” she said. “And this experience has already repaid itself.”

“So much,” Andy agreed. “Speaking of, any more ‘experiences’ planned for tonight.”

Chelsea giggled. “We have the thing at the bar…”

“Uh huh.”

Her phone buzzed, and when she read it, she grinned up at him. “Speak of the devil,” she said.

“You’ve been texting?”

“All day,” she said. “Here. For transparency.”

She handed her phone back to him for one last glimpse into her world. The texts only started that morning, which kind of surprised Andy.

[Todd]: Hey. You up?

[Chelsea]: I’m literally right next to you, and I already regret sharing my number.

The next text didn’t come until later, when Andy and Chelsea were getting ready to come down to breakfast. 

[Todd]: Did everything go okay with your husband?

[Chelsea]: Yes, it was good.

[Todd]: And?

[Chelsea]: And he’s good, so I’m good.

[Todd]: You need to reward that man.

[Chelsea]: Working on it.

[Todd]: I can’t wait to see you again.

[Chelsea]: I can’t wait to see your big dick inside me again.

[Chelsea]: OMG, did I really just type that? Is there an unsend on this thing?

[Todd]: I like this version of you.

[Chelsea]: So does my husband.

[Todd]: Maybe we can sneak away after making an appearance tonight.

Andy handed the phone back. He was hard as a rock. “Well that answers that.”

She pressed herself close and kissed me softly. She was beyond getting worried anymore. “This time, I’m going to figure out a way for you to watch.”

“I think that maybe you’re becoming an exhibitionist.”

19. Perks

For the hosted happy hour even—Jason’s celebratory party—Chelsea changed into her Castaway persona. She even fished out her fake, metal-framed glasses, and while it was too warm here for the buttoned-up version of the librarian, she wore a cute, white blouse and an A-line skirt with ruffles and pleats that was reminiscent enough. Her high bun helped bring the look home.

The bar that Jason had found to host them was in Santa Monica, a kitschy place down by the water called Glory Days. As the sun hovered at the horizon of the wide Pacific Ocean, it could have been a scene from Castaway. All it would take was a shot of a lonely stretch of beach and a contestant or two wander in the surf.

Turning around, Andy was presented with an entirely different picture. The bar, cast in warm, orange light, was bustling. Many of the friends and family of last night were here, crowded in, and the bartenders were busy at work. On half of the screens that lined the bar, last night’s recap show was playing again, a reminder to anyone who may have wandered in that yes, this bar was hosting the Castaways.

That meant there was no hiding here. There weren’t double takes or second guesses. When they saw Chelsea, they knew it was the Chelsea. And when they saw Andy, they saw her cuckold husband. Andy didn’t love that feeling.

There was as also the matter of Brooklyn and Kyle. Last night, Andy had thought that he’d been so clever going incognito with them as they gossiped about his wife. Now he was faced with the real possibility that they’d put two and two together and call him out.

Turned out, he needn’t have worried. They didn’t remember him at all, and were so wrapped up in being snarky while seeming nice. When Chelsea introduced him to the showmance pairing, Brooklyn put on a fake smile and said, “It’s so great to meet you, Andy.” Without breaking her sunshine expression, she added, “I’d say Chelsea’s spoken so much about you, but, well, you know the answer to that.”

Andy felt Chelsea stiffen beside him, but was determined not to let Brooklyn get to him. “It’s nice to meet you, too.” He put an arm around Chelsea and looked at her warmly. “She really did have everyone fooled, didn’t she? You know, when we came up with the plan together, even I wasn’t sure that she’d be able to pull it off.”

Brooklyn’s eyes opened a little wider, and she lifted her adorably cute chin just a touch. “You… knew?”

Andy felt the cuckold yolk on his shoulders lift just a bit. “Of course.”

Chelsea picked right up. “Andy and I talk about everything.”

Rather than dispute us, she actually turned to Kyle. “Why can’t you be more like that?” she demanded.

Chelsea and Andy grinned at each other. This was how Kyle and Brooklyn had operated on the show, and Andy now knew that the bickering lovers bit wasn’t an act.

Kyle said, “Like what? Like let you flirt with other guys? Baby, you know you can—”

“No, not that. Just… uh!” Brooklyn stomped off. Kyle followed. 

Chelsea looked at Andy with new appreciation. “That was well done, Andy. Maybe you should go on Castaway next.”

“It would be an interesting concept.” Molly Reynolds surprised them. Not only was she listening to the two, but Andy hadn’t expected her to attend this event at all.

“Molly!” Chelsea said, nearly jumping.

“Evening, Chelsea.” Molly had a smooth and welcome demeanor. Andy immediately understood why she was such a good host. When she turned to Andy, he was also struck by how beautiful she was. “You must be Andy, the secret husband. Sorry we didn’t meet last night.”

“I… uhh… it’s nice to meet you, Molly Reynolds.”

Molly had a musical laugh. “You can just call me Molly.”

“Right.” Andy blushed hard. “Sorry.”

“He’s a cutie,” she said to Chelsea.

And Molly reminded him of an anime character with her large, dark eyes and mixed ethnicity. She was a tiny thing, too, this up close, even in her platform heels. Even dressed down and casual—dark leggings, long, loose blouse, dark hair in a ponytail—she was the obvious celebrity in the room.

“And he’s staring;” Chelsea said with a smirk. “You know, he’s always had a crush on you?”

“Chels…” Andy said, finding some semblance of a voice, even as his face felt like it had caught fire.

Molly handled the question with grace. “Married to someone like you, Chelsea, that’s quite a compliment,” she said. “And if we do a spousal Castaway, maybe you’ll try out. I’m sure all of America is curious to meet Chelsea’s amazing husband.”

“I don’t…” The prospect of going to reality TV was terrifying. It was also hard to say no to this woman.

She laughed again, letting him off the hook.  “It was lovely to meet you, Andy. Hopefully tonight won’t be the last.”

When she moved on, they both released a breath that neither realized they were holding. “I’m terrible,” Chelsea said, her face red.

Andy knew exactly why she was so flushed. “Because whenever you see her, you think about her orgy?” Andy asked. “I do, too.”

The evening ebbed and flowed. Andy didn’t want to seem so dependent on Chelsea and gave her space to catch up with her friends—very conspicuously not including Todd. But she didn’t just socialize with the other Castaways. She met her fans, of which there were many. The women last night and the blondes at breakfast weren’t her only admirers. Some spoke of her savvy. Others—mostly guys—were focused on her good looks.

Andy was privy to more of those conversations, blending in with the crowd, eavesdropping as he could.

“Man, she’s even hotter in person,” he heard one guy say. 

“For real. Talk about buxom.”

“I think she looks better with a little more meat on her. Those tits, bro.”

“And that ass.”

They weren’t all like that, and sometimes they weren’t so kind to Andy.

“You buy that about how she was just friends with Todd?” This was another set of guys, along with a woman.

“Fuck no,” said the guy.

“Yeah,” the woman agreed. “There’s just no way.” She also noticed how Todd and Chelsea pointedly stayed apart. “If they were such great friends, why haven’t they exchanged more than five words tonight?”

“You’ve been watching?” a guy asked.

“I’ve been watching Todd,” she said with a coy grin. “I wouldn’t mind if he rescued my kitty in a tree.”

“Wow, really? You sound like—“

“One of you guys? Girls like sex, too. I’m sure Chelsea did on that island.”

“But she’s married.”

The trio all laughed, clearly not believing that she was faithful at all.

Jason insinuated himself everywhere, gregarious and loud. He made impromptu speeches. He mingled with cast and fans alike, connecting people, making them feel good, doing all the things that helped him win the game.

Andy stayed on the periphery of it all, a place that he preferred. Eventually, though, he found himself in the inevitable conversation with the man who made him most anxious.

“Todd, how’s it going?” Andy was determined to be the cool guy, so when he found himself at the bar, waiting on a drink next to the man who’d fucked his wife all night, he held out his hand in greeting. It didn’t even shake.

“Andy, hey, man,” Todd said with a welcoming grin. He took Andy’s offered hand and gripped it like they were bros, even pulling him in for a hug. “It’s good to meet you.”

The hug felt like embracing a slab of concrete. The man wasn’t large and all bulging muscle, but he was definitely made of muscle. 

After the quick hug, Andy said, “Nice to meet you, too.” He’d been thinking a lot about how to approach this meeting. He’d imagined whole conversation threads that this could take. Between those and watching the show, it felt like he knew Todd already. Throw in the beers that he’d had, and before he could stop himself, Andy was leaning in closer and adding, “Good to meet the man who’s fucking my wife.”

Todd recoiled, like Andy was about to hit him—not the reaction that Andy had imagined. He’d meant the statement to be more like a wink and a fist bump, not a threat.

Todd got it when he saw Andy’s grin. “Shit, I thought you were about to get violent,” he chuckled. “Okay, yeah. Let’s go there.” He raised a glass. “Thank you, man. Like, fuck. I am eternally in your debt.”

“No debt at all,” Andy said. They were closer to his imagined script once again. “You showed her a great time. Hopefully, more of the same tonight.”

Todd had a chipped tooth that showed whenever he smiled. It was endearing, and he flashed it here. “I mean, I think I can free up my evening.”

They got their drinks from the bar when a random person asked if she could take their picture together. Todd looked at Andy, who shrugged.

“Oh, my God, this is amazing,” she said, slipping into place between the two of them as she held out her arm. She took the photo and was already loading up Instagram when she said, “So it really was an act?”

“I’m afraid it was just an act,” Todd said with a sincerity that was frighteningly believable. “Although Chels and I are still pretty good friends.”

“Man,” the fan said. “That is so cool.” To Andy, she said it again,”So fucking cool, man. Your wife is so my hero.”

When she was gone, Andy said, “Thanks for that.”

Todd waved it off. “I get it. You just need to be careful. Others…” And he said this looking toward the vicinity of Brooklyn and Kyle, “would love to drag Chels down into the dirt with them.”

“Noted,” Andy said. “That one seems like a real piece of work.”

Todd nodded, saying, “Only person trying to cling harder to their fifteen minutes than Jason. I hear she’s trying to turn it into some Instagram modeling, content creator thing. She’s already organizing watch parties for the next season, which is still at least four months away.”

Brooklyn wore a tiny pair of jean shorts and a tight top. She’d cut her blond hair since the Caribbean, wearing it shorter and straighter, curling in just beneath her chin. 

Todd was thinking the same thing as Andy, saying, “Real smoke show, but so not worth it. I’d feel bad for Kyle if he wasn’t such a prick.”

“Hello, gentleman. Talking about your pricks again?”

Kim joined them, taking the place of the fan as she tried to put an arm around the two tall men. Even in her heels, the diminutive redhead couldn’t quite reach, so she linked arms instead.

“Hey, Kim. You’re looking good,” Todd said, eyeing her. She was wearing a sexier version of what they had her wear on the show—a short, tie-dyed dress that tied behind her neck and left her back mostly bare.

She pouted at him. “I was hoping you’d wear your fireman’s uniform.”

“Too many people on social media already think I’m a stripper,” he joked. 

Her turn to eye him. “I’d hire you,” she said. “But that’s not why I’m here, as tempting your offer is—”

“Not an offer,” Todd clarified. Kim ignored him.

“I’m done with this place. Cammy’s actually house-sitting some place up in the Hills. I’m going to head up there. Want to come?”

Todd glanced at Andy, who said, “I need to check in with Chelsea.”

“Oh, she’s on board,” Kim said. “So long as this guy,” she glanced at Todd, “also goes.” She leaned in and lowered her voice—although not quite low enough that Todd couldn’t hear. “She knows you want to watch them fuck.”

Todd stirred at that. “You know?” he asked Kim.

“Oh, sweet Todd. Always the last to know,” Kim said. “Well, what do you say, Andy?”

Andy looked for Chelsea in the bar. It had gotten a lot more crowded, now that the sun had set and the Castaway promotion seemed to have shifted to a regular Thursday night. She  was chatting with Jason and a couple of strangers, who seemed to be fans. 

Away from the studio stylists and their persona-driven wardrobe choices, Chelsea was dressed more like herself. The maxi dress was full length and breezy on her, while still tight up top. The floral pattern and tie close shoulder straps gave it a casual, sexy, chill look.

She seemed to sense Andy looking, and when she took in the scene, she gave a thumbs up and smiled.

“I’ve never been up in the Hills.”

End of part 7.

Apologies for such a tease (again!) before the weekend.

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