Chapter 11
Linda and Camille had their heads together as I glided into the lounge. My excitement pounded in my veins. They stopped talking when I joined them.
"See?" Linda said to Camille.
I immediately knew the topic of their talk-me.
"Your wife tells me you're becoming a pervert," Camille said with interest glimmering in her eyes. "You have come a long way!"
"No, no. It isn't like that," I explained, my voice light, almost chuckling. "I wasn't watching my boss to get my rocks off-"
"That's all right, Todd," Camille said, patting my hand in a motherly way. "We understand. It's getting late and it's time to provide you with your ultimate fantasy, that very special one that you've always longed for. Just tell me what it is and I'll do my best.
I looked at Linda. "What if they aren't the same?"
"Different. The same. Whatever," Camille said. "Tell me, Todd, what lies hidden in your heart?"
I didn't have to think. "That's easy! For as long as I can remember, I've dreamed of being a movie star. A real handsome stud like Clark Gable or Mel Gibson. A superstar surrounded by worshipping fans, a horde of young and beautiful women tearing at my clothes and dying to get me in bed. What a turn-on!"
Linda sat back in her chair smiling and nodding her head. "Me, too! I've dreamt of being Marilyn Monroe or Loni Anderson. A fantastically gorgeous blonde with every man alive drooling over my sexy body. It gets me hot every time I think about it."
"God, Linda, we share more than I thought!" I blurted out, surprised by her response.
"You two are making this easy," Camille said, rising from her chair. "I'm off to make the arrangements. I'll make each of you a star before you know it!"
I took Linda's hand and stared into her beautiful eyes. "I love you," I said tenderly.
"What brought that on?"
"I don't know. I guess I just wanted to reassure you. Whatever happens here, it's you and me. Forever."
"Thank you. I needed to hear that. I was getting worried about you. You seem so into this."
"It's just sex. If I've learned nothing else tonight, I know now that there's a whole lot more between us. Something special. We were silly to let physical problems start tearing us apart. We don't need a marriage counselor, or Camille, or anything else. We've got each other and I never want that to change."
A tear appeared in the corner of Linda's eye and she threw her arms around me. "I love you. More than ever," she whispered in my ear.
She pulled back and our mouths met in a romantic kiss, one that passed love between our bodies.
"So what do you think, Mrs. Lawrence? Do you want to go home? Or do we live our greatest fantasy?"
Linda didn't hesitate. "It's only sex, right? And it's probably the only time we'll get to play out our dreams. Let's do it. Besides, I've got you for the rest of my life, Mr. Lawrence, and you'll never get away from me."
With the matter settled, we sat at the table like two young lovers, our eyes caressing, our hearts pounding. Our minds were drinking in the rediscovered charms of each other. It was like we had returned to our past, were starting our lives together all over again. We hardly moved until Camille returned.
"Just look at the two of you! If you're not careful, people are going to think you're in love."
"We are," I said confidently.
"Everything's ready when you are," Camille said.
"Then let's get this show on the road," I said, rising from the chair, Linda's hand on mine.
"All right, Mr. and Mrs. Movie Star," Camille said with a theatrical flair, "let the fantasy begin!"
We followed her out of the lounge and down the hall, Linda nad I arm in arm. Suddenly, a wave of people descended upon us, a screaming crowd shouting dreamy "Oh's" and rapturous "Ah's," all of them clamoring for our autograph. I really felt Ike a star, the adoration wonderfully exciting. Both Linda and I waved off the crowd as we pushed down the hall, our heads high, our fans jostling to get near us. It was exactly the way I had imagined it would be.
Camille stopped in front of a closed door, stood facing us. She took my hand and kissed my cheek. "Good-bye, Todd." She turned to Linda, took her into her arms, and gave her a big hug, then kissed her before stepping aside. "Go in there and do me proud," she said, opening the door. "It will be your greatest film!"
We stepped through to tumultuous applause and the door closed behind us. We stood on the edge of a movie set, the film crew rushing up to us with clapping hands.
A man in an ascot and beret stepped out of the throng, his hand extended, his face aglow. "I can't tell you what a joy it is to finally work with stars of your magnitude," he said, shaking my hand, then Linda's.
We were both speechless, the respect accorded us overwhelming. The crew stepped aside to reveal the setting; a large, circular bed that sat beneath blazing lights. Thick cables snaked over the floor and several cameras stood ready to film our make-believe movie.
The man in the beret was obviously the director. He started giving order at a furious pace. "Let's get you into makeup and then we can begin," he said, leading us over to full-length mirrors with light bulbs glaring all around their edges. We each had our own mirror and own makeup person, our towels taken from us, another round of applause erupting at our nudity. I loved it! This part was even better than anything my feeble imagination could have conceived.
I was torn between watching the girl on my own body and watching Linda. I could feel what was being done to me, so I chose to stare at my wife. Her facial makeup looked fine to me and must have been okay because the girl concentrated on Linda's curving figure. A dark rouge was rubbed into her cleavage. Pale pink lipstick kissed the circles around Linda's rising nipples, her peaks stiffening beneath the girl's loving motion. The girl really seemed into her job, her hands caressing Linda's flesh without applying any makeup.
And the "makeup artist" working over my body was doing quite the same thing. Her hands were all over me. I couldn't tell that any makeup remained where she had been. That made little difference to my rising dick, her attention causing heated stirrings in my crotch. She unsnapped my cock ring to let my balls slap against my legs. It felt rather good to be free again, my nuts loose and hanging impressively below my strengthening cock.
"Hope you don't mind, sir," the girl said apologetically, "but the director likes everything bareback and natural."
"And what about you? What do you like?"
"God! Any way and every way I can get it!" Her hand latched onto my prick and gently stroked my firming erection, her other hand diving between my legs to scoop up my balls. "Just like this one!"
"Not now, Judy," the director interrupted. "We have a movie to make! If you're ready," the director said with a sweep of his hand, his body angled towards the bed.
I held my hand out to Linda. She slipped her hand in mine and we marched onto the set like royalty, my scepter waving to our subjects as we passed. Everyone stared at our naked bodies in praising reverence, my cock throbbing beneath their adulation. Linda beamed next to me and I knew she was getting off on this too.
"We'll start with a solo," the director explained. "If you'll just take a seat, I'll get a fluffer to keep you hard while I work with your wife."
Someone brought me a director's chair, placed it so I had a good view of the bed. I sat down and a pretty girl squatted next to me, her hand playing with my dick. I assumed she was a "fluffer," someone whose job it was to make sure I didn't lose my erection before the action began. There was little possibility of that happening!
The director was giving Linda instructions as they made their way to the circular bed. She laid herself down, her legs parted, her pretty pussy on display. The crew descended upon her. One guy played with her hair while another shoved a light meter into her cunt. There was an explosion of activity as everyone got ready to shoot the scene. Lights were adjusted, cameras brought into position, Linda's body maneuvered to show off her finest qualities.
Then everyone left her, the director calling for silence. The room fell still. "Lights," the director shouted.
"Set," came the response.
"Cameras?"
"Rolling," said three cameramen at once. "Action!"
Our movie was underway. I was continually fluffed as I watched Linda's hands make love to her body. She began on her chest, her legs lazily opening and closing as she massaged her breasts. She rolled her mounds around, her fingers skimming across her rouged nipples. Her eyes closed beneath the ecstasy of self-love, her lips parted in soft sighs. Or maybe she was acting. Faking it or not, she was turning everyone on.
I looked around the room. I wasn't the only one sprouting a healthy erection. Several crotches had grown in size, the men's pants bulging out in front of them. Pride swelled up inside me.
When I looked back to the bed, Linda's hand had moved into her crotch, her fingers back on her bush to expose her sexy lips. Her fingers slipped into her slit and gently pulled herself open. A hand-held camera immediately came in to record the intimate details of her pussy. The camera got to know her cunt as well as I did, the way it juices and pulses to the rhythm to her heartbeat, the control she has over the eye of her snatch, the beauty of her soft and sensuous folds.
My cock began to dribble at the sight. I was surprised that the cameraman was able to hold the lens so steady. Had it been in my hands, it would have wobbled all over, my excitement too great to ever hold it still.
Linda worked her pussy for the camera, her fingers poking and probing until her flesh began to glisten. Her legs trembled around her manipulations, her sighs turning to deep moans as one finger shot up her hole. As she wiggled and jiggled around inside, the camera caught her every move.
The camera pulled back and the director yelled, I "Cut!"
He rushed to the bed, his hands clapping wildly. "Beautiful! Wonderfully exquisite, my dear! What a star! Now, roll over, my darling, and show us your gorgeous derriere. Reach for the ceiling!"
Linda turned herself over and slid her knees along the satin sheets to hike her butt up into the air. The cameras focused on her slightly parted legs.
"Perfect! You know what to do, so-Action!" the director shouted, stepping out of the scene.
Linda's hands caressed her buns, played her crack for the crowd. Three cameras were aimed directly on her supple bottom, moved in to capture the beauty of her hairy mound which protruded between her thighs. Her fingers parted her ass, their tips gliding along her crevice. She winked her puckered opening at the cameras before gliding down to her cunt, her fingers spreading herself to display all of her hidden charms.
My cock leaked pre-cum as I watched the erotic scene unfold before me. I desperately wanted to get at her pussy, to bury my dick in her sumptuous flesh. The girl stroking my dick was totally unneeded, my hard-on guaranteed by the sight of my wife's spread and fingered cunt. Cum swirled in my nuts. I removed the girl's hand so I wouldn't shoot my climax before ever getting into the movie. Even without the added stimulation, I wasn't sure how long I could hold out, Linda's probing action simply too arousing.
Thankfully, it wasn't long before the director again yelled "Cut". My churning orgasm remained within me.
Linda was helped from the bed. Now it apparently was my turn. The director came over tome and stared into my crotch.
"Well, you're certainly ready!" he said through a grin. "Let me explain the sequence. We'll begin with a short scene of just your magnificent cock. Play with it, stroke it a bit, pretend you've just awakened with a throbbing boner. Then we'll bring in your wife. She'll go down on your dick just long enough to get you wet and slippery, then she'll climb on top and fuck your brains out. What happens from there is up to you. Got it?"
"Sure. Sounds simple enough."
"Great! Then get on the bed and let's get started. Oh, one more thing. Always keep yourself open to at least one of the cameras. We don't want to hide that famous dick from your fans!"
I climbed on the bed feeling just a bit nervous. I wasn't an actor, wasn't sure I could perform. But that was ridiculous. As long as my hard-on stayed with me, all I had to do was be myself. I've certainly played with my cock often enough to know what to do. And I've had years of experience fucking my wife. This was going to be a breeze. I confidently stretched out on the bed.
"You're sleeping, wake up to find a tremendous erection, then didle with your dick," the director shouted. "Okay. Action!"
I slowly opened my eyes and raised my head to stare into my throbbing crotch. The cameras zoomed in on my pulsing length as my hands slid over my chest and reached for my drooling dick. I was surprised by the excitement caused by the watching cameras, their lenses spying at me from three different anges. Performing for them was highly erotic, my cock getting even harder as my hand closed around it to stand it up tall in my groin. I slowly travelled over its length, placed my free hand beneath my balls to raise them up. My legs inched across the bed until I had my crotch fully opened.
One of the cameras came in for a close-up, panned down my giant erection, swept across my captured nuts, then lowered into my legs, the lens adjusted in his twisting hand. The thought of my cock being captured on film was wildly stimulating. I released my nuts to let them bounce beneath my savagely pumping hand, my need to cum consuming my flesh. It wasn't in the script, but climax dominated me so completely that nothing else mattered.
I furiously stroked my raging erection, brought the palm of my unpumping hand down to circle across my seeping tip. My hips jerked away from the sensitive stimulation captivating my head. My eyes raced from camera to camera as they recorded the details of my masturbation.
I suddenly had to fully expose myself to the cameras, to the crew, to anyone who wanted to watch. My hand left my cockhead and grabbed my balls. I pulled them up around my shaft. My knees raised up, my thighs stretched out as far as they could go. The guy between my legs inched clsoer, the lens so near my crack that it could count the hairs leading down to my bright pink asshole. Every inch of my heated flesh was displayed in uninhibited exhibition. Carnal cravings were driving me right to the edge.
I desperately wanted to finger my asshole, but didn't have enough hands. I refused to give up pumping my pounding poker. I had to hold my nuts away from the camera's loving eye. Unfulfilled need became a claiming frustration, forced my hand to squeeze harshly around my girth, to increase my stroking to an incredible speed.
"If you can cum more than once, go for it!" the director shouted.
He didn't have to tell me, there was no way to stop it even had I wanted to. My face flushed with the power of my pumping, the cameras closing in on my ready-to-spurt cock. My shoulders raised from the bed, my stomach tensed. My legs flopped madly as the muscles in my stroking arm began to hurt.
My head fell back on the bed and my mouth opened in a primal scream. Hot cum splashed up to my neck as I exploded for the cameras. A thick white line formed down the center of my chest as I blasted away. My hand slowed as my streaming jet of milky cream lessened, my balls flopping back down between my trembling thighs. I gasped my pleasure as the director cried "Cut," and the entire crew broke into raucous applause.
"Marvelous!" the director screamed, rushing next to the bed. "Do that again and you'll cinch an Academy Award! Someone get this man a towel and get him cleaned up. I can't wait to see him fuck!"
I propped myself up on my elbows as a young lady brought me a towel. But instead of mopping up my delicious deposit, she lowered her face onto my chest and licked away my tasty cum, followed the thick line into my crotch. I fell back onto the bed, her tongue divinely soothing on my hot and sweaty flesh.
"Quick! Get a camera on this," the director screamed excitedly.
"Got it, boss," someone said.
Every move was being filmed. And I thought my performance was over! My dick was raised away from my stomach and the girl closed around my head, a shiver racing through my groin at the coolness of lips. She lovingly bathed her way down my shaft, her tongue curling around my girth. A few delightful slurps on my pole, then she was up and off, my dick cleaned, my skin shining with her saliva. She quickly toweled my chest, made sure she hadn't missed anything, then left the bed.
Linda joined me, laid her naked body next to mine so we touched from shoulder to hip. "Nice job, honey! You're a born actor."
"That wasn't acting. That was nothing more than lust. Pure and simple."
"Whatever it was, I liked it. And so did everyone else. I've never seen you masturbate before. Is it always like that?"
"Not exactly."
The director stood next to us scribbling in a notebook. "Slight script change, but that's all right," he said. "Now then. Let's get that thing hard again, we all know it can get a lot bigger than that!"
My dick lay semi-erect, my skin slightly wrinkled. Had I been allowed to keep my cock ring, I would have been as hard as ever. I would have impressed the hell out of these people. Now I prayed that my dick wouldn't let me down, that it would rise to the challenge.
"Get it standing up and we can get to the heart of this film," said the smiling director.
"Could we take a short break?" I asked. "Give my dick a minute to recover and I'll be hard and ready for whatever you want."
"Sure, sure. Take all the time you need. Or," he said, stopping to insert a dramatic pause, "we could bring in another guy to take your place. And when you're ready, you can join the action. Or we could bring you back with another woman and then switch around. The options are endless. Whatever is your pleasure."
I wasn't ready to go at it again just yet, I knew that much. But I couldn't make the balance of the decision on my own. "Well? What's your pleasure, honey?" I asked Linda.
"It all sounds so good, I don't know what to do. Whatever you decide will be fine with me."
"You wouldn't mind being filmed with another man?" I asked. "Or a woman?" I quickly added.
Linda had to think about that for a moment, then finally said, "Anything you like, dear. Anything that will please you will please me."
The director cleared his throat.
"We're going to take a break," I announced. "Then I'm going to make love to my beautiful wife. Just the two of us. We don't need anyone else."
Linda laid her arm across my chest and squeezed ray shoulder. Then she whispered into my ear so no one else could hear, "I love you, Todd Lawrence."