In stunned silence, I continued to record Stacey as she crawled off her husband and stretched out languidly on the couch. She was still smiling at me pleasantly, as if blissfully stoned. Brad's cum was oozing slowly down her chin and neck, while she lazily rubbed her hands in the spunk that had gotten on her tits, spreading it around like lotion. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Brad lying against the armrest, breathing raggedly. His cock was still half-hard and quivering with each beat of his heart. "You get all that, man?" He asked jokingly.
I nodded solemnly. "Oh, I got it alright."
"Mmm, looks like you got something alright." Stacey giggled, her eyes staring at my crotch. Looking down, I realized that not only was I still rock hard, but also had forgotten to zip my fly. Through the opening I could see a sprig of pubic hair and a hint of the hard flesh of my cock. My face turned red.
"Um, yeah. We'll can you blame a guy? That was too fucking hot." I tried to shrug off my embarrassment. Stacey playfully reached out and hooked a long finger into my open fly, her digit brushing tantalizingly close to my erection.
"Let's see what you got there, Matt!" She said teasingly.
Involuntarily I jerked back. "Oh, I don't think so, Stacey." I looked over at Brad who to my surprise was grinning. I was afraid Stacey's flirtations would be pissing him off.
"Oh don't be that way." Stacey argued. "We let you watch us fuck, you can at least let me see you dick." Again she tugged at my fly, pulling me a little closer to her and opening the already uncomfortably wide opening a little more. I looked over at Brad nervously, but he was simply grinning. Taking my silence for acquiescence, Stacey sat up and quickly undid the button on my pants. I was still holding the camera and had to struggle to keep from dropping it, as she pulled down my jeans and underwear in one quick swipe. "Holy shit!" She gasped.
Before her my eight-inch cock stood rigid, staring her right in the face. The fat head was engorged and purple, the tip wet. Thick, blue veins pulsed along the shaft, and my testicles were tight and round. I stared down at this in shock.
Stacey giggled quietly, her hand on her mouth. "Oh my god!" She exclaimed, her voice muffled. I looked over at Brad who was merely shaking his head. "It's so big!" She cried as she reached up and lightly touched the head. The contact sent an electric surge through my body as my cock jumped, making Stacey squeal. Her fingers quickly wrapped around the shaft, squeezing lightly, holding my panting prick still. She looked over at her husband who was still lounging passively. "I think we should make another little movie, what do you say?" She gazed up at me with a smile as she carefully ran her fingers up and down my length. "What do you think, Matt?"
"Sounds good to me." Brad said as he rose up and leaned over, taking the camera out of my trembling hands. "But this time I get to be the director!" He sat back down and trained the camera in on us, getting the picture in focus. Stacey smiled at the camera for a moment, holding my drooling dick in front of her. She then turned back toward me and, smiling up at me, began to lick my head. I closed my eyes at the sensation; it was sweeter than I ever thought it could be. Her tiny tongue darted all around the crown, and then she slowly took the entire head into her wet mouth.