Scott and Jean watch Tomb Raider

Scott let the door close and fell into the armchair. The day really hadn't been his so far. The world was quite peaceful at the moment and that gave them more time than he would have liked. He was more of a fighter and had got used to being constantly under pressure. The fact that he now had to play teacher all day had been fun at first, but it had lost its appeal. The only good thing about it was the fact that he now had enough time for his hobby. Movies.

He had always been a movie fan and had amassed a huge library. However, the fact that Hollywood had discovered superheroes and computer games was the fulfillment of his dreams.

Some of the films were rather silly, but there were exceptions. Some of the bigger companies had secured the rights to some comic books and brought out some blockbusters. Personally, he was a big fan of the new Sonic films and the Witcher series with Henry Cavill.

The latter was now also a hot candidate for the first Superman film in 40 years. With the emergence of the first real superheroes, interest in superhero films had waned in the 1980s.

"Well darling? How was history class?" grinned Jean as he flopped down on the couch.

"You're a telepath, so read my mind." he grinned and saw Jean grinning in amusement. "That bad? Well, come on. You know that's important. Besides, you're off work now."

"Any idea what we should do?" he sighed wearily.

"I've made popcorn. How about a movie night?"

"Oh. You're an angel." he laughed in a good mood and switched on the TV while his wife looked towards the kitchen. Just seconds later, a bowl of popcorn floated into the room. Meanwhile, Scott had some DVDs in his hand and was probably thinking.

"How about Tomb Raider?" asked Jean, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

"Again?"

"Yes." she said with a laugh. Scott wasn't really against it either. Even though the two of them had probably seen the movie a dozen times. It was just too good. He always had the feeling of discovering something new in the movie. Even though Jean had had quite a headache the first few times, she was now a huge fan of the movie.

The fact that the movie was about a woman who had an almost inhumanly hot body, even for the spoiled X-Men, no longer bothered Jean. On the contrary.

Angelina Jolie in her silver diving suit was something extremely cool. Something that the sexy redhead had only recently admitted to herself. Armed with popcorn, wine and other snacks, the two took their seats and started the movie. And she knew she would love the scenes with the racy actress.

"Thirteenth time?" asked Scott.

"Eighteen times darling," Jean grinned.

As soon as the movie started she saw her husband open his pants and a visibly aroused cock emerged. It had been like this for several movie nights now. As soon as Lara appeared in the picture, her husband became horny. Even more so. He became horny for Lara, not for Jean. She hadn't even realized when he had started. It was only when she noticed his sperm flowing over her hand that she realized that he hadn't just opened his trousers, but that she had casually jerked him off. Even now, without giving it much thought, she reached for his cock and jerked him off. She looked at her husband with a grin.

"Heavens! You're getting hard faster and faster? This time it didn't even take until the intro!" she laughed as she gently cupped his cock with her right hand and grinned. "Remember. Don't cum before our favorite scene." she finally laughed.

"No way! Would never occur to me."

And so the two of them sat there watching the movie, eating popcorn, making jokes and while Jean was wanking his cock, Scott was only thinking about Lara Croft. As a telepath, Jean didn't miss it, of course. She could clearly see how fascinated he was by her. How much he wanted to fuck her. That he would do anything for it. But undisturbed, she simply continued to give it to him. She even understood these thoughts. Lara Croft had an incredibly hot, sexy body. A body that was hard and sensual at the same time.

Scott, on the other hand, was fascinated by the movie as always. The hand on his cock was just the church on the cream cake. He loved this movie more than anything and Jean jerking him off was divine. It helped him focus on something he had noticed during the movie. Angelina Jolie had revealed that she had included a surprise in the movie, just for real fans.

He had seen numbers flashing up again and again recently. Another new one today. Then he saw it for a fraction of a second. Words that literally exploded in his field of vision. He had never noticed it before because he had always been watching Angelina's ass and hadn't been interested in the explosions. But today he saw it. There were words hidden in the explosions.

Call

Me

NOW!

He immediately reached for his cell phone and entered the numbers. Jean just watched, irritated, as her husband did the same.

"Angelina Jolie. Who am I talking to?" Scott heard after a few call signs.

"Scott Summers!" he shouted happily. That meant he had found the Easter Egg. She had hidden her own phone number in the movie in case real fans could reach her. Of course. Because a real fan wouldn't just stare at her hot tits and bubble butt!

"Scott Summers?" her voice rang out in a smoky voice she hadn't had before. "Where do you live Scott Summers?"

"At a school near New York." He answered hastily.

"I've heard of a Scott Summers, also known as Cyclops. Is that you?"

"That's exactly who I am! That's me!" Scott shouted excitedly.

Jean curiously stuffed popcorn into her mouth with one hand and ran the fingers of her right hand over his throbbing cock, but didn't say anything at first. She was just confused about what her husband was talking about.

"And why do they call you that Scott?"

"Because I always have to wear a special filter in front of my eyes." Scott admitted. "I can't control my powers without it..."

For a moment Angelina was silent on the other side of the phone and Scott imagined he could hear muffled chatter. Apparently she was talking to someone else. However, she was only gone for a moment and when she came back on the phone she sounded much more seductive and interested.

"Are you an X-Men? Can it really be that an X-Men loves my movies? Huh? If you really are who you say you are... surely you can prove it to me. What device does Professor X use under the house?"

The fact that Angelina seemed to know so much about the X-Men didn't seem strange to Scott at that moment. He hurried to say Cerebro and grinned broadly. Angelina Jolie had already heard of him. That was great.

"Oh that's very Scotty. I'm allowed to call you that, aren't I Scotty Boy?" she said as seductively as possible. A shiver of pleasure ran down his spine.

"Of course. Yes." he sighed. He hated such nicknames like the plague, but from her mouth this name sounded fitting. Especially the way she called him Boy had something amazingly stimulating about it. A shiver came over him and he wondered why he enjoyed being called that by her so much.

"Are you alone, Scotty boy?"

"No, my wife is sitting next to me."

"Your name was Jean, right?"

"That's exactly how it is."

"Be honest Scotty boy. I've heard that she has a really hot, hot body. Are her tits nicer than mine?" Angelina asked, amused and cheeky.

"No! No way!" Scott said hastily and with the deepest conviction. As he said this, his wife felt a solitary drop of sperm flowing from his glans on her thumb.

"Oh really? Is she wanking your hard cock right now?" Angelina asked hard and dominantly, as if she already knew the answer anyway. "I bet my little Scotty boy always has a hard-on when he watches my movies, doesn't he? You're a good fan, a special fan, aren't you?"

"Yes. That's... right." He admitted meekly. On the one hand, he wanted Angelina to know that he was a good fan, no, that he was her biggest fan. Besides, it was certainly nothing unknown for a woman like her that men were horny for her.

"Scott? Who's on there?" Jean asked as she felt the first drops on his glans.

"Shh!" was all he said.

"You're a good boy Scotty boy. I like that kind of thing. I like it when boys do what I want. Especially when they're nice and hard and horny. Would you like to be my hard... horny... boy?"

"Yes. I would love to be."

"Then be a good boy and let your wife listen too."

Scott immediately took the cell phone from his ear and pressed the speaker button. Jean looked curiously at the cell phone. She finally wanted to know who he had called in the middle of her favorite movie.

"Hey Jean. Why don't you unpack your tits. I've heard you have really hot, big boobs." a strangely familiar voice sounded.

"Excuse me? Are you still all right?" she asked sourly. She wouldn't let anyone talk to her like that. Not even Emma dared to do that. "Who do you think you are!"

"Angelina Jolie." the voice replies, "And the thought of you unwrapping those beautiful milk cartons and then jerking off your husband's boner makes me really hot!"

Her eyes widened at the mention of her name and now Jean understood why Scott was so hot. Her pussy was on fire all at once. Angelina Jolie was going to get wet and all she had to do was unpack her tits.

"Miss Jolie!" Jean stammered in awe. This woman always seemed so strong, so sublime. Both hands slid along her tits to the bottom of her top. Staring at the cell phone, her fingers slid under the fabric. She felt her bra, the heavy breathing and pressed her fingers under the bra too.

"Well Jeanie? I can call you Jeanie, can't I? Oh, come on. Show us your hot tits. The thought of your tits and Scotty Boy's cock makes me so horny. MHM Yes Jeannie show us your tits!" she breathed seductively." Be my horny girl!"

Jean had instinctively resisted the word Jeanie, but when Angelina had called her -her horny girl- she pulled hard on the top and pulled it over her large breasts. She pulled the bra away at the same time and with a little **** she finally succeeded. She sat there proudly, feeling the pressure of the bra and top pressing against her tits from below and breathed proudly. "Yes!"

"Mhm. That's my horny girl. Tell me Scotty boy. Has she got her tits out?"

"Yes." Scott replied, staring at his wife's big, hot tits and diamond-hard nipples.

"Oh, that's so hot. You must be my biggest fans ever! And I have a present for you, after all, you found my Easter egg. I would love to listen to you fuck. Yes... the thought of my loyal fans doing it with each other really turns me on. And who knows. If you do it nice and loud and hard with each other... I could invite you to my villa sometime... and watch? Why don't you get down on all fours in front of the TV Jeanie? Then Scotty Boy could give it to you nice and hard!"

"Yes... of course! Right away!" said Jean when she was already half on her knees. With a jerk, she telepathically flung the table aside and let herself fall forward. Scott, on the other hand, stared at the cell phone, then at his wife and her pretty ass.

"Scotty boy... mhm... before you do it... be a good boy and enter a code in the DVD menu yes? Then you can enjoy some secret scenes I recorded just for super fans."

Scott immediately grabbed the remote control and let Angelina guide him. Luckily for Jean, this only lasted a few seconds as 5 new scenes appeared on the TV.

"Lara the voyeuristic slut"

"Look fuck the boys."

"Lara dominates the strong guys."

"Lara's loved horny girls."

"Obey Lara."

Both Jean and Scott stared spellbound at the titles of the new scenes and while Scott stood up and stood behind his wife, he opened the first scene. Sitting on a kind of throne was Lara Croft, or Angelina Jolie. There were lights and color spirals in the background so that Lara was barely visible. But Scott immediately pulled down his wife's pants and got down on his knees. They both breathed at the same time.

"Lara the voyeuristic bitch."

At the other end of the line, Angelina Jolie was sitting in the Hellfire Club and heard Jean scream with pleasure. Grinning, she looked up at Shaw and nodded with satisfaction.