"Where's your husband?"
I expected her to say sleeping. I expected her to say, who knows and who cares. I expected her to say, don't worry about him. We have an open marriage. I expected her to say, he's gay and hasn't touched me in years. I never expected her to say what she said next.
"He's in the doorway," she said holding my face between her legs.
I pulled away and turned to see her husband holding a video camera.
"Action!" He ordered and with that she pulled me forward between her legs again dangling her tiny feet on my broad back.
What the Hell? I thought Susan Sarandon and her husband Tim Robbins were strange. At least this time, I'm allowed to play a more active role instead of just being used as a pawn to fire up their passion. I ate her pussy as if she was the last woman on Earth. I fingered her clit while my tongue worked its magic. I flicked at her hole with my tongue and sucked her clit with my lips. I finger fucked her with my long fingers before finding her G spot and driving her crazy with passion. My mind raced with the pleasurable delight that I was eating Kelly Preston.
She came in my mouth. I could feel her cum. She arched her back and tensed her thighs while grabbing my head by my hair and pulling me closer. I thought she was going to smother me. All the while, I continued licking and fingering her. She pressed my nose flat against her shaved pussy. Then, she collapsed sated in the fact that she had just been eaten and had a great orgasm. Only, I didn't stop. I continued eating her. I continued fingering her. Her first orgasm was quiet. Her second one was loud. She screamed her pleasure. I was so afraid that she would awaken Jamie, but was glad that we were on the other side of the house and away from her bedroom.
My face was covered with her secretions. She was in my mouth and up my nose. I was awash in Kelly Preston's juices. In a quick pull, she removed her nightgown and I was rewarded with the vision of her naked body. She had an amazing body. She had incredible tits. Her ass was so round and firm. She pulled me toward her as she slid from the couch to the rug. We kissed and kissed. I felt her hands working at my belt, button, and zipper. She took pleasure in stripping me for her husband's camera and I was so consumed by her passion for me and my horniness for her that I forgot her husband was even there in the room watching us and recording our actions with his camera.
Then, he started instructing her as if he was a movie director. The sound of his voice, John Travolta's voice telling his wife what to do with my naked body was as shocking as it was exciting.
"Hold up his cock for the camera, Kel," he said. Obediently, she obeyed his instructions. "Now, take him in your mouth, but show me your tongue on the tip before you do." She twirled her tongue around my cock before taking me in her mouth. She sucked the head of my cock as if she was sucking a giant piece of hard candy. I had the image of her eating that banana only this time it was my cock. She positioned herself and me so that her husband had a perfect angle to record all the action. "Stroke him, Kel, and look up at the camera with his cock in your mouth."
She sucked my cock. She blew me. She stroked me with her hand, as she sucked me. She played for the camera. She did whatever he asked of her. I felt like an actor in a movie doing a sex scene with the female star of the movie.
"Don't cum, yet," she said. Only, in the way that she was blowing me, there was no way that I could hold back any longer. I was ready to shoot a load of cum in her mouth. Intuitively, she knew that I was close and flipped around and clam shelled my cock with her pussy. Slowly, she started fucking me while looking up at the camera and posing. I reached up and cupped her tits, as I fingered her nipples.
"Lift up your head," she said, "and smile."
