by Bridy McAvoy
Kayla could feel his eyes staring at her as she bent over to retrieve the dress then stepped into it and pulled it up over her chest without attempting to wipe his cum off her breasts. She turned her back to him.
“Zip me up, sweetie.”
She could feel his fingers trembling as he complied and then she walked away toward the lounge doorway leaving him standing there.
“Beer…Fetch…Now…Come on, sweetie.”
It was all she could do not to shudder as the now cooling mess stuck the dress to her naked breasts and oozed down toward her belly as gravity took control. She wanted to scream but she’d planned it to be this way, and knew when he brought her a beer as directed, two things would happen. Firstly, he’d be intrigued by her actions and, secondly—perhaps more importantly, he’d be less interested in running his hands over her body, feeling her up and setting off the inevitable second round of love making before she was ready. Ben didn’t know it, but there was a lot to tell, and she wanted to do it at her own pace.
She heard him move into the kitchen and open the fridge, and quickly adjusted the dress trying to prevent the clamminess she was feeling disrupting her own planning. It wasn’t particularly successful but at least when she sat down on the overstuffed chair facing the couch, stopping movement seemed to help. The choice of the chair rather than the couch was another part of her stratagem for the conversation she wanted to have—another temporary distancing from the man she loved.
She heard the downstairs bathroom door open and quickly grabbed a tissue from the box on the side table, pushing her hand down her cleavage to swab as much of the mess as she could, dropping the tissue behind the chair as she heard the bathroom door open again.
Ben looked askance at her as he stepped back into the room, surprised to see her sitting in the chair instead of the couch. She smiled at him to let him know it wasn’t because she was mad at him—how could she be when he’d played his part to perfection five minutes earlier. He handed her the beer, leaned down to kiss her lightly on the lips then made his way over to the couch and sat down. She’d sat with her feet tucked up underneath her, deliberately exposing her thigh and legs to him and his eyes drank in the view even as he raised his own beer to his lips.
“Well, are you going to tell me or do I have to drag each word out of you, one at a time?”
She stuck her tongue out at him and grinned. “Of course I am. Are you ready…are you sure you want to hear everything about today?”
“Does a pig fly? Spill…”
* * * *
Ben had listened without comment while she’d explained about today being a series of location shoots away from the studio. He’d been hurt, she’d known about that in advance, but appeared mollified that Chris had asked her to keep it quiet so he wasn’t worrying about having to go down to City Central to bail her out on a charge of indecent exposure.
“You would have done, wouldn’t you, sweetie?”
“What?”
“Come down to the station to bail me out?”
He closed his eyes and she could tell he was pretending to think about it. He took a few seconds longer to frame his reply so, by the time he opened his eyes again, her smile had become a pout.
“I’d have thought about it, but then maybe left you down there for a hundred cops to gawp at your half naked body, ’cos I’m sure they wouldn’t have given you any clothes back. A night exposed like that in a cell might have done you some good.”
“Ben!”
“Of course I would, babe, you know that.”
She frowned. “Umm…Maybe…”
“So where was the first location…?”
Since she’d got dressed at home in the outfit for the first shoot of the day before Chris had picked her up, she didn’t need to describe that but she could see his eyes widen as she explained about Chris telling her to leave the dress on the minibus and walk out in front of the photography students in just her underwear. The fact the four men had watched her remove the dress before getting off the bus themselves was a detail she kept to herself.
She decided to cut to the chase and tell him about the final shoot before going back and filling in the rest—put Chris’s guess about the bar scene to the test.
“I’ll come back to that later, sweetie. First, though, I need to tell you about the final shoot of the day—that’s the important one.”
He cocked his head on one side. “Huh?”
“Sweetie, I’ll tell you about the warehouse sequences later, and the office ones, but you need to know about the bar ones first—I mean, really need to know.”
“Why? Hang on, did you just say in a bar?”
Kayla took a deep breath—this was the crux point as far as she was concerned, but Ben wasn’t waiting for her to answer.
“You got naked in front of a bar full of men? Fuck! I don’t believe it!”
She held up her hand to stop him in mid flow, glancing down at his crotch as she did so. In many respects Chris’s theory about her husband’s reaction to what had happened was proven. In the few seconds since she’d used the word bar, his cock had grown enough to produce a recognizable bulge in the front of his trousers.
“Whoa, there, big boy…” She smiled at him, letting him catch her glancing at his trousers where the bulge had grown even more.
“Don’t go jumping to conclusions. Are you going to let me tell you like it was, or would you rather just let your imagination run riot and arrive at completely the wrong place?”
He sighed and took a long pull at his beer then waved his hand to let her continue.
“Sweetie, first thing you have to remember is Chris has a professional reputation to uphold, he is not going to provide some form of strip show in some sleazy downtown bar. It’s not going to happen…period. The only people seeing me naked are the ones paying Chris an exorbitant amount of money to photograph it, understood?”
Ben nodded.
“Right…yes, the last shoot of the day did take place in a bar, but it was the back room of the bar. The doors were locked and there were no windows that anyone could look through. Does that satisfy your prurient curiosity?”
“Sorry babe, but the thought…well…”
“The thought both incensed you and turned you the fuck on…didn’t it?”
He breathed out, a long controlled hiss, then nodded. “What about you?”
She smiled at his question—now he was past the first choke point on the conversation.
“When Chris told me where we were going for the next shoot I threw a complete hissy fit! I almost told him to go get bent. He calmed me down and told me basically what I’ve just told you, and I insisted on checking the lack of windows and the locks on the doors once we got inside. Only when I was satisfied did I let them go ahead and start taking pictures.”
“What about CCTV?”
Kayla felt her blood run cold, her mouth dropped open and she just stared at her husband. In one sentence he’d destroyed the image she had of herself being careful – she’d never even considered the possibility of there being a video system for security, never even thought about looking for cameras.”
“Oh…My…God…!”
Ben just looked at her. “You didn’t think about that, did you?”
Wordlessly she shook her head.
“So, someone out there just might have video of my wife getting naked and…what, masturbating? What else? Why do you need to tell me about this shoot, first? What did you do, Kayla? Fuck! What happened that’s so fucking important you have to tell me about it first?”
“I…I didn’t do anything…”
Ben balled his hand up into a fist and thumped it hard against one of the scatter cushions which flipped off the couch and flew halfway across the room. They both watched its progress then turned back to each other.
“Is that why you’re sitting over there? Because you didn’t do anything…I’m not fucking stupid.”
Tears coursed down Kayla’s face and she sobbed as he got
up and stalked into the hall, calling after him. “I didn’t do anything! Ask Chris!”
“Oh, I will!”
She heard the front door slam and turned to see her husband stalk off down the road, his mobile already in his hand as he called his best friend.
“Damn it!” She grabbed a cushion from behind her, hugged it to her chest and sobbed.
Chapter 2
Afterwards, Kayla couldn’t be certain exactly what woke her. It was dark outside—even darker inside. She was still sitting curled up on the chair in the lounge, still alone. The tears threatened to come flooding back but she then she heard a soft knock on the front door.
She licked her lips, then bit her bottom one to stop herself sobbing, and slowly unwound, rising to her feet and stretching to get the kinks out from having being in the same position for what was obviously hours.
She padded on bare feet through to the front door, as the knock came for a third time, and checked through the spy-hole.
Ben was standing there looking concerned at getting no response. Flicking the light on, she wrenched the door open and looked at him, standing there illuminated by the porch light.
“I forgot my bloody keys!”
She half laughed at the idiocy of the situation, half sobbed in relief and stood to one side to let him into the house, not wanting a scene on the doorstep. Ben didn’t move his feet—stayed where he was and then produced a single red rose in a slim glass vase from behind his back. His voice cracked as he spoke.
“Sorry, babe. I’m so sorry!”
She reached out for the flower with trembling fingers as he stepped into the hall, putting it down on the small shelf they usually kept their keys on, just inside the door, and watched as he turned to close the door behind him. When he once more faced her, she half jumped, half threw herself at him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her mouth seeking and finding his, sealing their lips together in a searing kiss.
After he few seconds he leaned back. “Lights?”
She gave him a wan smile. “I guess I cried myself to sleep—your knock woke me up.”
He hugged her to him, one hand cradling her head against his chest. “My fault, babe, I shouldn’t have gone off on one like that. Coffee? Might be a better idea than another beer.”
She could smell he’d been drinking and decided to let him tell her in his own time. He took her hand, neither of them wanting to break contact with the other, and led her into the kitchen, flicking on lights as they passed through the house. In the kitchen he did finally let go of her hand, moved to the pod machine and started prepping to make some coffee as she dug out the mugs and prepped the microwave for the milk.
It seemed absurd to Kayla—a blazing row, then hours alone, now a perfect vision of domestic bliss as they made coffee together in a well-honed routine in equally companionable silence.
Once the mugs were done, he again grabbed her hand and this time led her through into the lounge. No chance to sit alone and isolated in the rumpled chair, as he drew her unresisting with him to sit on the couch. She opened her mouth to speak but he put his finger across her lips and then grabbed her hand, as if he didn’t want to let it go again.
“My turn, babe—I have several things to say, and just maybe you’ll have less to tell me than you think.”
“Oh?”
“I’m sorry I blew up like that—it was wrong and it was unforgivable.”
Once more she tried to tell him to stop apologizing and to tell him she was simply glad to have him back home and safe and, more importantly, in her arms but he stopped her with a shake of his head.
“No, babe, it’s my turn to talk.”
She shrugged and sipped her coffee, content he was home.
“I walked around for a while, trying to control my temper. The thought there might be video of you naked out there and, given you were leading up to something, worse than just naked, made me so mad…I…I…”
She squeezed his hand but remained silent, sensing he needed to let it out.
After a few seconds he shook his head. “I wasn’t so much angry at you—I was angry at Chris, angry at myself for letting you put yourself in that position. I sat on a bench in the park for a bit then checked my pocket. That’s when I knew I’d forgotten my keys which was pretty daft really. I hadn’t forgotten my phone though, and I could see there were four messages on there from you already, but I couldn’t talk to you. I just couldn’t.”
Once more he paused, picked up his mug, took a sip and looked at her. “I’m sorry I worried you, but I needed to talk to someone and I didn’t think I could talk to you—not at that moment. Am I forgiven?”
She smiled at him and nodded then leaned closer for a quick kiss. “Let it out, sweetie…let it out.”
“I…I rang Chris. Asked him to come and meet me at the park.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah…well, he could sense there was a problem and he was there in fifteen minutes. We sat and talked and then he took me to a bar for a drink.”
“I thought I could smell beer on you, not just the one you had before you went out.”
“We sat and had a couple of drinks and then we went into the back room and had a couple of games of pool.”
A cold knot settled in Kayla’s stomach and she could see Ben noticed her reaction.
He nodded. “Yeah, it was Frank’s Bar, but I didn’t know until Chris asked me to look round the back room for any CCTV and check the lack of windows. You were right, babe, there were no windows, and I was jumping at shadows—there was no CCTV either.”
Kayla closed her eyes and counted to five, trying to calm her nervous heart, thumping away in her chest.
“Ben…”
Once more he put his finger to her mouth to stop her interrupting. “There’s more, Kayla. Chris told me about the setup for the shoot, how he wanted the guys to capture the real reaction on your face when things happened you weren’t expecting, how he would use props you weren’t expecting and especially a blindfold to stop you being able to see what was about to happen. When you were lying on the bar with the blindfold on, Chris took a couple of snaps of you on his camera so Teri could see.”
“Oh, he did, did he?”
“Yes.”
“Well, maybe he just wanted to jerk off at them later.” Ben chuckled. “Maybe…but what do you think the guys who were tormenting you with a vibrator each have been doing all night?”
Kayla did a fast double-take, and thought about it, realizing for some reason she’d never considered that possibility at all. She could feel the slow flush settle to her cheeks.
“Oh, my God…”
Ben smiled at her and squeezed her hand. “So, you don’t need to tell me about the vibrators, they’re no secret. I know you enjoyed the experience, and so did the guys watching you cum like that.”
“Ben…”
“No, babe, there’s nothing to say about that.”
“But that’s not all that happened…” She stopped—he was grinning at her.
“I know!”
“What?”
“Chris told me about them undressing you at the pool table, the one I’d just potted the nine ball on. He also told me about how you’d looked on the stage…How he’d tricked you again, cuffed you around the pole in your little schoolgirl uniform and then exposed you and forced you to impale yourself on a much larger vibrator.”
“But…”
Once more he didn’t let her take control of the conversation.
“He had several pictures of the end of the shoot on his phone—very clear ones too. How you looked shocked as the first stream of cum hit your tits…how you came moments later when you realized what it was…, and how, as each of them did it, you got wilder and wilder and came once more.”
He smiled and wrapped his arm tighter around her then kissed her mouth, briefly.
“I know you didn’t know they were going to do it, but you looked awesome like that. I asked Chris if it was just the four of them or if he
joined in painting your chest like that. He asked me what I thought and I told him I voted yes he had, and he admitted it. That’s why you deliberately did it with me that way when you got home. He also told me how he told you to tell me. It’s just neither of you expected me to go off like a bottle rocket when I asked about CCTV cameras. I should have trusted Chris to scope the place out properly.”
He paused and gazed into her eyes. “I’m sorry, babe. I love you.”
She leaned forward and put her mug on the coffee table, freed her hand from his and took his mug and placed it next to hers. She moved gracefully from sitting to kneeling on the couch then without pausing swung her leg across him and straddled him, sinking her crotch into contact with his.
“You stink of beer, and you have some making up to do, so I have one suggestion.”
“Oh…what?”
“You’d better get started, and for me it’s even money whether you get to start right here, right now…or if we hit the shower together first.”
“You know what’ll happen if we get in the shower together.”
She nodded. “I’m counting on it.”
Chapter 3
On the previous three Saturday mornings, Kayla had been too nervous to even think about eating breakfast, but today she had longer at home before the photo session, and it was going to be a longer session as well. Ben was still fast asleep when she eased herself out of bed after a restless night and slipped on her long silk robe, knowing if she’d pulled on the short one she normally wore, Ben would be hands-on as soon as he got up.
With the coffee machine warming, she started on a batch of pancake batter and turned the radio on, keeping the volume low. She tried not to think about the day ahead and concentrated on making breakfast. The first two pancakes were keeping warm and the second two in the pan when she felt Ben’s hands on her waist.
“That smells good, babe.” He nuzzled her neck but she needed to flip the pancakes so shrugged him off, keeping her movements as playful as possible.