by Jenna Payne
A loud snore from the other side of the bed gave me confirmation.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered. In our California king-sized bed, where moments ago we had just been close, I now felt a void forming between us. It was too early in our marriage for this.
I crossed my arms and lay back on my pillow. I should just go to sleep, I thought to myself. But desire ached within my soul and I knew that sleep would evade me. I stared with disgust at Ben’s sweaty back and thought about climbing on top of him and suffocating him with my pussy. An evil smile crept across my face as I envisioned myself doing just that. Instead, I quietly crept out of the bed and headed into the bathroom. I ran hot water in the shower and climbed in.
Water always had a way of soothing and relaxing me. I let the water run over my head, loosening my tight curls. With my eyes closed, I ran my fingers along my body, tracing my curves and the spots that could use more attention. I touched myself, imagining Ben walking into the bathroom, his long dick strong and ready for round two as he climbed into the shower with me, but I was too upset with him and the idea only turned me off.
I turned the shower water cold, then hot again. The fire within me became smaller, but did not go out completely. I climbed out of the shower and onto a soft bathmat, water dripping off of my brown skin. I decided against a towel and returned to the bedroom, climbing into the bed all wet. I hoped that the wetness would disturb Ben, so that he wouldn’t be able to sleep either, but alas, he was knocked out, mouth open, drool on his cheek.
I rolled my eyes and rolled over, my back facing him, my hands between my legs where it was still warm. In his sleep, Ben wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me to him. I rested my head on his chest as he caressed my wet head. How could I stay mad at the man I loved? I soon fell asleep in his arms.
Dreams came swiftly and I found myself imagining that I was back in the shower. Ben walked into the bathroom, his long dick strong and ready to devour me, but this time, he was not alone. Another man, just as long, just as ready, came in behind him and they stood side by side, saluting me. Ben led the way to the shower, opening the door and climbing in, the other man following his lead. Ben put his lips on mine, kissing with me fiercely, while the other man stood behind me, kissing my neck, his long dick up against my soft butt. When Ben started sucking on my nipples, a moan escaped my lips for I was in heaven.
I woke up with wetness between my legs and a smile on my face. I rolled over and opened my eyes to see Ben looking at me thoughtfully.
“Good morning, Sunshine,” he said with a smile.
“Good morning my love.”
Sun shone through the closed blinds, making Ben’s green eyes bright. Ben caressed my body, tracing his fingers along my hipbone.
“Someone was having a good dream,” he teased. I grinned at him, biting my lip as I reminisced about the dream. “Damn, that good?” I nodded, yes. Too good to be true. Ben looked like he wanted me to tell him about it, but I didn’t know if I could. “I want to know your fantasies, Mya.” Could he handle my fantasy? That was the question.
“I had a dream that I was taking a shower and you came in to join me,” I began, pausing, unsure of how to continue. “But you weren’t alone.” I finished, pulling the cover up over my mouth, watching his reaction intently.
“Oh? Who was with me?” Ben asked, his smile growing. Mine grew too, because I knew how the story ended.
“Another man,” I said. Ben’s smile faltered, but to my surprise, it did not vanish.
“Hmm, very interesting.” Ben continued to look thoughtful, as though he were imagining it himself. “Tell me more.”
I pulled the cover down and sat up on my elbow, caught off-guard by his interest. I thought that this admission would completely throw him off, but instead, I was the one who was thrown.
“Really?” I asked, not hiding my surprise. Ben smiled at me encouragingly. I sat up the rest of the way, crossed my legs and told Ben every dirty little detail of my dream. He listened carefully. Ben had always been a very good listener. Much better than I was, and I had always loved that about him.
I, on the other hand, preferred to talk. When I finished, Ben just stared at me, and I wondered if I had said too much.
“Who’s dick was bigger?” he finally asked. I laughed and he laughed. What a beautiful laugh. Then his face became serious, “Is that what you want?”
Afraid to admit it, I merely nodded, my eyes searching his face for a disturbance. He smiled and nodded back. “Your wish is my command, my queen.”
“I love you,” I told him, and I meant it.
“I love you too,” he said. I leaned forward and kissed him. Ben pulled me on top of him, wrapping his strong, loving arms around me. My arousal from last night returned and I placed what was wet and warm on what was big and hard. Without another word, I slid him inside.
Finally, I came.
Ben left shortly after, having to go run his corner of the world. I lay in bed a little longer, enjoying mine. Art had drawn us together, so many years ago. Ben was a photographer and I was a model. You can put two and two together. I was his muse and I made love to his camera. Then I made love to the photographer. Six months later, we were married. Ben was no small time photographer. His work was famous and he’d worked with everyone who was anyone. Through his photography, he had started his own modelling agency and I had become one of his models. From model to muse to marriage, it had all been but a dream. I admired Ben’s ambition.
Although, photography was his passion, he was an entrepreneur at heart. In addition to being a photographer and running a modeling agency that he had built from the ground up, he also taught photography as a professor at Rutgers University. But there was even more. Benjamin had two studios here in our house, one of which he rented out. He also was starting his own production company. Ben had his sights on shooting films. So, yes, my baby brought home the bacon. Technically, I didn’t have to work. But, I did, working full time modelling exclusively for Ben’s company. I also did some acting and was planning on working with Ben’s production company. We had already recorded a few monologues and short films, starring me of course. I loved working with my husband, we were a dynamic duo.
Ben was older than me, twelve years my senior. I was still exploring my interests and Ben was so patient with me. He was very understanding and respectful of my pace. We had been married for three years, but it felt longer.
Ben had the house that we lived in built from the ground up and we had stayed in a studio apartment while it was being built. The studio had been hell, but together, we had gotten through it. When we had gotten married, no one was surprised. It just made sense. I mean, I had always only dated white guys and come to find out that Ben had only dated black women so it wasn’t really a shock to either of our families. My parents loved Ben and his family loved me. We were like the biggest advocates for interracial relationships and our parents were anxious for us to give them mixed grandchildren. We had decided to take our time with the baby making. Not to say that we weren’t practicing though, it just hadn’t happened yet. If it did then great and if it didn’t, great. Neither of us were in a rush
With the rise in social media, I had done a lot of promotion on my Instagram. I often used that to scout out talent for Ben’s agency. I also posted images from some of my shoots on my Instagram. Ben didn’t indulge in social media too much and left that to me. He would tease me that in the realm of social media, I really showed my age, a ripe 32. Still in bed, I scrolled through my Instagram timeline, double tapping every other image, then made my way to the page for Ben’s agency.
The agency tended to post pictures of the models they were working with. I was checking to see what new talent Ben would be shooting today when I saw a beautiful hunk of man candy that almost made me gasp. This was the man from my dream! I closed my eyes and placed my phone over my face. This was surreal. Butterflies danced in my soul. Was this a sign and of what?
As though on cue, m
y phone vibrated in my hand and the picture of Ben and me on our wedding day popped up on the screen. Ben was calling me.
“Hey baby,” I said, trying to sound normal as my heart pounded in my chest.
“Hey beautiful!” Ben exclaimed. “Did I wake you?”
“No, no, I’m up! How’s work going?” I asked.
“Great! Actually, that is why I am calling you. I am here with a model named Jeremy Phine and Mya, you have to meet him! I want to shoot you two together!”
I had stopped breathing. What were the odds?
“How soon can you be down here?” said Ben. I reminded myself to breathe.
“Give me half an hour,” I said.
“Perfect! We’re in Studio A. See you soon!” Ben said, before hanging up. I dropped the phone in my lap, a dazed look on my face. Was I some sort of psychic? How could this be?! I didn’t have to ponder the possibilities. I got up and got out of bed.
*****
The Photoshoot
Ben’s private studios were located in our large finished basement. I headed down to the studio, knocking before entering. I had decided to keep it simple, wearing a plain black tank top and black leggings. I was barefoot and I wore my thick curly hair loose.
I didn’t know what Ben wanted or if he would want to shoot today so I kept it basic if I was to be his canvas. Ben opened the door to the studio holding his camera, grinning widely when he saw me. He let me in and closed the door behind him.
There were lights set up, and standing in front of a plain white backdrop, in the flesh, was Jeremy Phine. He was wearing nothing but a towel. As soon as I saw him, Ben began taking photos. He captured my reaction to Jeremy and Jeremy’s reaction to me. The shoot had begun. I laughed, Ben was a true artist. He loved to capture the raw and the real. I tried to hide my nervousness as I walked over to greet Jeremy, all the while; Ben clicked away with his camera. I extended a hand to Jeremy.
“Hello, I’m Mya,” I said. Jeremy flashed me a dazzling smile that made his blue eyes twinkle.
“Hi, I’m Jeremy,” he said as he took my hand.
“Nice to meet you,” I said. I fought not to stare.
“Mya, what do you think about doing a nude shoot with Jeremy?” Ben asked, the camera never ceasing its interminable clicking. I fought to hide my nervousness but instinctively, a hand fluttered to my stomach. The butterflies had returned.
“Right now?” I asked, surprised. What was Ben’s motive with this shoot? I wished he would let me in on his vision, but that wasn’t Ben’s style.
“Yes,” Ben said.
I shrugged, feigning nonchalance when in reality, I thought that I might pass out. I was totally comfortable with doing a nude shoot. I had done plenty. I had even done some with other people. But never had I done a nude shoot with a man that I had had an erotic dream about before knowing whether he really existed, in front of my husband! I was speechless. Luckily, words would be no longer necessary.
“Jeremy, please remove your towel,” said Ben.
I wondered if the two men could hear my heart pounding on my rib cage. My eyes dropped down Jeremy’s creamy white abs to his hands as they began removing the towel. I covered my eyes with my hand.
“Oh my god,” I laughed nervously. My face felt hotter. I needed to pull it together, I was acting unprofessional. I removed my hand.
“Mya, stare into Jeremy’s eyes as you remove your shirt,” Ben instructed. I looked into Jeremy’s deep blue eyes, drowning in their oceans. Slowly, I pulled the tank top up and over my head, my large breasts bouncing, as my hair cascaded down over them and my shoulders. “Now, Jeremy, stare into Mya’s eyes as you remove her pants.” Jeremy got down on his knees and put his hands at the top of my leggings. My body tingled where his fingers touched it. He slowly pulled down the leggings, as I held my breath. He pulled the leggings down my round butt, which jiggled as it was set free. His face was so close to my pussy that I could feel his warm breath. I was instantly turned on. From the corner of my eye, I could tell that Jeremy was, too. He licked his lips hungrily, and I swallowed. When he got the leggings down to my ankles, I stepped out of them and he tossed them to the side. Jeremy stood back up, facing me.
“Now Mya, go upstairs to our bathroom to take a shower. Jeremy, follow me.” We headed upstairs as a procession, me leading, with Ben behind me taking pictures and Jeremy following behind him. I walked slowly, carefully pronouncing my steps so that Ben could capture every angle. Once we got to the bathroom, I turned the shower water on hot. When it was a comfortable temperature, I climbed in.
“Close the shower door,” Ben instructed. I shut the shower door, giving myself the most privacy I had had since the shoot had begun. I let the water run over my head and ran my fingers through my hair. What the fuck was going on? Were we making a porno? No way, Ben would never do that. Or would he?!
I didn’t know what to think, but I couldn’t deny how turned on I was by all this. I ran my fingers between my legs. Very wet. With my other hand, I squeezed my nipples. I bit my lip and moaned. I knew that Ben was taking pictures through the glass shower door, but I was not acting, this was all authentic horniness. My eyes were closed as water ran over my face. Through the water, I could hear the shower door open and someone step in. I wrapped my arms around my breasts and stayed under the water, hyper aware of his presence. I knew it was Jeremy, it had to be. I thought, he is comfortable with this? Then again, he is a model. So why wouldn’t he be? This time the shower door had been left open, I could feel the draft of cool air come into the large shower and I shivered.
Jeremy ran his hands slowly down then up my arms. I shivered again at his touch. He kissed me on the back of my neck and I could feel my hairs stand up. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, sliding his hands up my flat tummy and over my large breasts, squeezing them and pulling me backwards onto him. I gasped as the back of my body connected with the front of his, my body tingling and warm everywhere we touched. He gently placed kisses going up my shoulder to my neck. I shuddered at the feel of his soft lips on my skin. His hard penis stabbed me in the butt and he moved it so that its length slid up my butt crack. Jeremy suckled on my neck a little harder and I let my head loll back as I moaned. He continued to caress my breasts and I arched my back. I didn’t even hear Ben put his camera down or see him undress. Suddenly, Ben was just standing before me, his hard penis up against my pussy as he grabbed my ass and licked my lips. I sucked on Ben’s tongue and lips hungrily, my pussy throbbing. I felt like an animal, craving their touches, my mind blown and unable to think. All that existed was what I felt and what I needed to feel.
Ben stuck two fingers deep into my slippery pussy as I began grinding on his hand. Jeremy crouched down and put his face in my ass, licking my pussy as Ben fingered me, then licking my asshole.
“Oh my god,” I moaned. I was about to come and we hadn’t even started fucking yet. Jeremy licked me and Ben fingered me until I came, my body shuddering, letting me know that there was more to come.
“Pick her up,” Ben instructed. Jeremy lifted me off of my feet and carried me out of the shower as Ben turned off the water. Jeremy carried me into the bedroom and laid me on the bed. Ben walked in after us, carrying his camera, again clicking away. “Kiss her,” Ben said. Jeremy climbed on top of me and grabbed the back of his head, pulling my face to his.
We kissed as though we needed to in order to breathe. His penis slid along the outside of my pussy. Jeremy stopped kissing me to slide his tongue into my ear and his fingers into my pussy.
I was out of my mind with pleasure. I’d never been wetter in my life. Jeremy slid his tongue along my neck and collarbone then swirled it around my nipples, nibbling on them gently. He softly kissed my stomach as I arched my back, placing kisses on my hipbones, then my inner thighs. He was teasing me and I thrust my pelvis forward, desperately needing him to put his mouth on my lower lips. I could feel his breath on my pussy and I whimpered.
“Don’t do it,” Ben whispered, just lou
d enough for us to hear. “Suck his dick, Mya.”
Jeremy sat back on his elbows with his legs spread. I sat up then crawled over to him, my ass in the air. Jeremy’s dick was hard as steel. I gripped it hard in my small hands; he moaned as soon as I touched him. I opened my mouth, all the while looking him in his eyes. Slowly, I let my tongue hang, teasing him back. Then I let my mouth close around the tip, swirling my tongue around his head as he let his head loll back while he moaned. I stroked it while I sucked it, making him go crazy.
Again, Ben put his camera down to join us. He crawled onto the bed behind me and put his face in my pussy, slurping like he was starving. This only made me suck Jeremy with even more enthusiasm. Ben licked my ass like a cupcake and then stuck his finger in my asshole before returning to licking my pussy. Jeremy grabbed my head forcing me down harder on his dick until I started choking. Ben grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling it, making me arch my back even more than I thought possible. Within moments, I was coming again. This was out of control. There I was, overdosing on orgasms and neither of them had come yet!
I was in ecstasy. After I had come for the second time, they let me rest. I lay back on the pillows, legs outstretched, my body limp as I watched them. Jeremy sat up on to his knees, Ben grabbed the back of Jeremy’s head, pulling him to his face, and kissed Jeremy.
My jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and I couldn’t believe how turned on it made me. I was horny again. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them as I began stroking my pussy, my fingers quickly getting drenched in the juice. Jeremy and Ben made out, awakening some deep darkness within them that probably needed this release. I guessed we all needed this. Jeremy wrapped his fingers around Ben’s dick and began stroking it as they kissed. It was so beautiful, I wanted to cry. I bit my lip and grabbed my breast. Ben pulled away from Jeremy and leaned back on his elbows as Jeremy stroked him. Then Jeremy wrapped his beautiful mouth around Ben’s beautiful dick and a tear actually fell from my eyes.