by Jenna Payne
“Thank you,” I whispered to no one in particular. I could watch from the sideline no longer. I crawled over to Ben, who was laid back on the pillows moaning. Perfect, his mouth was open. I stood up on the bed and stood over top of Ben before sitting on his face. I grinned devilishly, as I thought of the irony. Just last night, I had wanted to do just this, only last night it would have led to the suffocation of my beloved. Whereas today, it would most surely lead to my third orgasm.
With this orgasm, I cried out, “Thank you thank you!” What did I do to be so lucky? I climbed shakily off of Ben’s face and laid on my stomach on the bed, but they were not through with me yet.
Ben pulled me up by the waist until my ass was in the air, then he spanked me, hard, on each cheek before thrusting his big hard dick into my soaking pussy. “Ah, yes!” I screamed as my husband fucked me while another man watched. I stared at Jeremy the whole time as I threw my ass back while Ben spanked me. I squeezed my nipples then sucked on my fingers. Jeremy watched us with his dick in his hands, stroking it slowly. Then he stood up and climbed off of the bed. Jeremy walked to the edge of the bed, standing in front of me with his dick in my face. He wanted me to suck it. I wanted me to suck it. So I did. I sucked another man’s dick while my husband fucked me doggy style and it was magnificent.
I had never come from doggy style but today I did and Ben came with me. My husband and I came together while I sucked another man’s dick. My husband lay back on the bed, tapped out, but watching. I was both surprised and proud of him for lasting so long so I gave him a high five, but I was a woman on a mission. I had come four times and I was going for five.
I pushed Jeremy on the bed on his back then climbed on top of him, slowly sliding my pussy down on his dick. Jeremy grabbed two handfuls of my juicy ass, then smacked it with both hands. It was like he’d pressed ‘Go’. We lost control. I started grinding and he started bouncing me, occasionally slapping my ass, making it jiggle. He wrapped his long fingers around my neck, choking me and I wrapped my small fingers around his, choking him. I almost passed out as I came on him. I used my last ounce of energy to climb off of him before he came all over himself. I let my body drop beside my husband and Jeremy lay back beside me. I fell asleep between them, the sweetest most satisfied smile on my face.
*****
A True Art
I was very sleepy and slept a dreamless sleep, void of desires and fantasies. I awoke to the sound of Ben’s camera clicking. I didn’t open my eyes; I just lay there letting recent events sink in. This was happening, it all really happened! I opened my eyes smiling at Ben’s camera, then blew it a kiss. I was on cloud nine. I rubbed the sleep from eyes and sat up, looking around. Jeremy was gone. Ben took one last picture then put his camera down beside him.
“I’m hungry,” I announced. Ben laughed and then kissed me on the lips.
“That’s the first thing you say? You are unbelievable. What would you like to eat my queen?” Ben asked. Good, I was still his queen. Even after doing all those obscene things with him and that other man, Ben did not look at me differently. Then I realized that I did not look at him differently either. Actually, I did look at him differently because we were different. We were more whole now, and I looked at Ben from a fuller perspective. I felt a deeper connection to him.
“Pizza?” I suggested as though Ben had a say in the matter. While Ben ordered a large pepperoni pizza, I lay back on the pillows and went through the pictures in the camera. They were amazing and there were hundreds of them. I smiled as I admired Ben’s craftsmanship. If I weren’t already married to Ben, I would marry him again. Tears filled my eyes and my heart swelled.
“Let’s get married,” I said as hot tears slid out of my eyes and down my cheeks. Ben laughed from deep in his belly and held my hand.
“We’re already married,” he reminded me.
“Let’s renew our vows,” I said. I felt as though I had fallen that much more in love with Ben.
“We can do that,” Ben said nodding and kissing me on the forehead.
When the pizza arrived, Ben brought it to me, took a few slices, then grabbed his camera and headed to his office. Of course, it was time for him to upload the pictures. I was so happy that I could be a part of his passion. That he had found a way to incorporate my fantasy into his passion, into our marriage. I felt very full of pizza and emotion. I took out my journal from the bedside table and wrote poem after poem about this day. Everything must be captured in as many different media as possible. I wondered what Ben would do with those pictures. They had to be his best work yet. True art. Ben could stay in his office working on pictures for hours. I didn’t want to disturb him. I placed the pizza box on the floor and snuggled up under the covers. I turned on the TV cartoons and fell asleep to Tom & Jerry.
This time, I did not awake until the next day and I awoke alone. Ben must have stayed in his office all night. That’s dedication. I took a shower and brushed my teeth. Wrapped in a robe, I headed into the kitchen to make us tea. I like cream in my tea and I had got Ben to like cream in his, too. I made us each a mug of tea and then carried them to Ben’s office. He was sitting at his desk on his computer, looking at a picture of me touching myself in the shower. The shot had come out perfectly and Ben was trying to decide between color and black and white. I placed his mug on his desk and took a sip from mine.
“What if you made everything black and white, except me,” I suggested. Ben took a sip of his tea, then another sip. He made everything black and white in the picture except for my body. My wet brown skin popped amidst the black, white, and shades of gray. We both nodded simultaneously.
“Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant,” Ben muttered as he drank some more tea. It did look pretty amazing. Ben flipped to a picture of all three of us in the shower and did the same thing, leaving everything and everyone in black and white, except for me. “Incredible,” he muttered. I grinned in spite of myself, proud of how well my suggestion had turned out. “I’m going to do this with every picture.”
Ben turned to me and took my free hand in his, looked me sincerely in the eyes and said, “Thank you.” I put my mug down and got down on my knees so that I was looking up at him. I put his hand on my heart.
“Thank you,” I told him. I kissed the back of his hand. I let go of his hand and stood back up. Ben turned back to his computer. There was a couch against the wall adjacent to the one that his desk was against. I picked up my tea and sat down on the couch, watching him edit the pictures. They were beautiful pictures, I could tell that Ben was pleased with how they had turned out. I finished my tea and then announced, “I’m going for a swim.” Ben merely nodded, mind on his work. I quietly let myself out of his office, dropped the empty mug off in the otherwise empty kitchen sink before going out the backdoor.
The backyard was huge, with a large swimming pool that was in the shape of a circle. Our backyard looked like a cross between a garden and a jungle. Surrounding half of the pool were lounging chairs and a cabana. I deposited my robe into a lounge chair, before diving naked into the cool water. I went deep, staying underwater until I could hold my breath no longer. While I was down there, I thought about the ménage. I let myself plummet to the floor of the pool and sat cross legged in deep thought.
Why had I come so much then, when it had been nearly impossible for me to come any other time? Was that the only way I could come? Would it take two men to satisfy me?
I swam to the surface, gasping for air. I leaned against the edge of the pool for support, resting my head on my arms. No, I decided, it wasn’t that. I needed to let go. Completely. The threesome had forced me to let go, but I needed to learn how to let go on my own. It was quite sad, actually, when I thought about the fact that I had not been able to come before. And I had blamed Ben! It wasn’t his fault! Ben knew what it took to make himself come and it was not his fault that I did not know my body well enough to ensure that I came as well.
I floated backwards on the water, looking up as the laz
y clouds slowly crossed the sky. The sun shone bright, warming my face. I decided from that moment on, that I would come every time. I will never leave another lovemaking session unsatisfied. I promised this to myself.
The following day, there came a delivery. Two large portraits of me from yesterday’s shoot. One was of me in the shower, body wet and glistening, as I touched myself. My head facing up to the heavens, mouth parted as I squeezed one of my breasts, my other hand between my legs. The shower door was closed and droplets of water dripped down the door. I was in color and the rest was black and white. The other portrait was of me asleep after the threesome. I was laid out on the bed, naked, the covers tussled under and around me, my hair was wild. Amidst all of the chaos, my face looked peaceful and serene. A small smile on my face as though I had not a care in the world. I looked absolutely beautiful. Again, I was the only thing in color, and the rest of the image was in black and white. This was my favorite image of me. I couldn’t stop smiling. I was speechless. So I said the only prayer that I ever need, “thank you.” I kissed Ben and he smiled lovingly. I loved this man so much. We leaned the portraits up against the bedroom. These would go in our bedroom, maybe one could go in his office.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and then jumped up to wrap my legs around his waist. He held me by the ass and we kissed. Just pecks, and then suckles, then tongue dancing. After yesterday, I didn’t think that I would be horny again for at least a week, but I was wrong. I wanted my husband, right now! He knew what time it was. Ben carried me up the stairs to our bedroom. I needed to thank him.
He lay me down, but I pulled him down with me, rolling him onto his back. I kissed his neck, all the while, unbuttoning and unzipping. I pulled him out of his pants, gliding my hand up and down as I kissed his chest, tracing my tongue over his abs. I went slow, playing with the head with my tongue then put the whole thing in my mouth until it touched the back of my throat. Ben moaned loud and I caressed his stomach. I loved when he moaned. I sucked him until my jaw hurt and then sucked him some more. I sucked the nut out of his dick and then looked him in the eyes adoringly as I swallowed. I sat on his lap, leaned down and kissed him. He put his tongue in my mouth, tasting himself, his dick getting hard again.
I pulled my panties to the side under my dress and slid him inside of me, sighing deep as he went deep. Ben gripped my hips as I slowly rode him, grinding my clit along his pelvis. I had thanked him and now it wasn’t about him anymore. It was my turn. I choked him with both hands as I rode him. He spanked me then choked me, pulling my face to his as he did. He bit my lip then licked it. Then he stuck his finger in my mouth. I sucked and slobbered on it as I gazed into his eyes. He pulled it out my mouth and used it to massage my asshole before slowly sticking it inside.
“Come with me,” I told him. He nodded. He took his finger out of my asshole, but continued to massage it. Just as I was about to cum, someone else climbed onto the bed. Jeremy stood over top of my husband, grabbed a handful of my hair and stuffed his dick in my mouth. I felt myself get even wetter. Jeremy pulled his dick out of my mouth and jumped off of the bed, walking behind me out of sight. He pushed my back down from behind and I started making out with my husband. Jeremy grabbed my hair again, pulling me up by my head, as he slowly inserted his wet dick into my tight asshole. I gasped and cried out moaning. He fucked me in the ass while my husband fucked me in the pussy, both of them choking me. I was so wet, I could hear it. Jeremy pushed me all the way down, my face in the bed as he and Ben kissed. I heard their wet mouths as they tongued each other down. I leaned up and we all kissed, licking each other.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. We all yelled as we came together. It was glorious.
“Too bad I didn’t get that on camera,” Ben said with a chuckle, but I could tell that he meant it.
“Let’s go swimming!” I exclaimed.
“Not me, I’m tired,” Ben said. He did look tired. He had been up all the previous night working on the pictures. It had finally caught up to him. I looked at Jeremy.
“Swim with me?” I asked.
He grinned then nodded. Turning to Ben, who had already crawled under the covers, he asked “Can I fuck her one more time?”
“Ask her,” Ben said, his eyes half closed. I smiled, getting up off of the bed.
“We’ll see,” I said, disappearing out of the door.
This time, I sat at the edge of the pool with my feet dangling in the water before getting in. Jeremy dove right in. He swam to my feet and sucked my big toe into his mouth. I bit my bottom lip and smiled. I wanted him to do it again but he came up for air. I put my foot on his forehead, gently pushing him back under. He grabbed my foot and massaged it, looking me in my eyes as he licked between my toes. I squirmed but it felt good. Jeremy sucked each toe slowly, playfully licking until I was wet, not from the pool. He was very persuasive. He licked the arch of my foot, then sucked and kissed up my ankle to my calf, up my soft, thick thighs then ate me out on the edge of the pool with my feet in the water. He licked me good and I lifted my ass up so he could lick that too. When I was done, he climbed out of the pool, I guess he was expecting to fuck me now, but I canon-balled into the water, sending a mighty splash to cool him off. I was done with all of that. I started swimming, then giggled when I noticed that Jeremy was still standing there.
“Oh, so you’re done now, huh?” he asked, placing his hands on his hips.
“Yup,” I said as I backstroked. What a beautiful life. Jeremy had been fun, but I was done with this experience. I needed no man other than my husband. I paid Jeremy no more mind, enjoying my swim. He eventually got the hint and went back inside. I hoped that he would be gone by the time I got out of the pool. There was really no reason for him to stick around. I swam until my skin was like a prune, then I climbed out and lay on a lounge chair in the sun. I soon fell asleep. Sex and swimming always made me sleepy and I had done both. My energy was spent.
I don’t know how long I slept, but a shadow blocking out the sun woke me. I opened my eyes and found myself looking up at Ben. He looked upset.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him, sitting up.
“Jeremy stole one of the portraits,” he announced. I gasped.
“That bastard!” I snapped.
“I know! He must have taken it with him on his way out,” Ben said sitting down on the edge of my lounge chair.
"Which one?" I asked.
Ben paused before telling me, "The one of you in the bed." I gasped again.
“Oh hell no! What are we going to do?” I asked. Ben shrugged.
“Call the police,” he said. I frowned.
“No, no no!” I said. “We must go and take back what’s ours! We don’t call the police; that’s what white people do.” Ben looked at me and we laughed. “Do you know where he lives?” I said.
Ben nodded. “Yeah, he lives in a house by the hospital,” Ben told me.
“Good, nice and close so he can go straight to the hospital after we whoop his ass,” I said. Ben laughed again then leaned back to kiss me.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you,” I told him. We kissed again.
“I could just get another one blown up,” Ben suggested. I shook my head.
“Why should you?! He doesn’t deserve the first one! No, fuck that! We’re going to go reclaim what’s ours!”
*****
Art Jacking
I suggested we go to the mall, to buy all black clothing, but Ben didn’t think that was such a good idea. Instead, we climbed into my black Audi that we kept in the garage. That way, Jeremy wouldn’t know it was us. Then we drove to Jeremy’s street, parking a safe distance away but close enough that we could watch the house. It was his mother’s house. I know because I saw her when she got home from work and went inside. She soon came out with a glass of lemonade and sat out on the porch swing. Jeremy eventually came out to join her.
“Maybe, we should just call the police,” Ben suggested. I shook my head.
We watched the house for the rest of the evening. Jeremy’s mom went up to bed around nine o’clock. Jeremy left the house soon after.
“I’m going in,” I announced and before Ben could stop me, I got out of the car. I had on all black anyway. I was wearing a black hoodie, black sweatpants, black sneakers, a black baseball cap, and of course, my black skin. I walked casually across the street then slipped discretely into Jeremy’s backyard. I checked all of the windows on the first floor. Locked. I checked the backdoor, also locked. Then, I checked the basement door. Surprisingly, that was unlocked, but it was also dark. Using the flashlight on my phone, I looked around. Normal middle class basement. Under-furnished TV area with a throw rug; laundry area with the washing machine on. I thought to myself, I should go kill his mother. That’ll teach him, but I wasn’t a killer. The thought did make me laugh though. Quietly, of course. I looked everywhere in that small basement, then noticed the portrait wrapped up under the basement stairs. I grabbed it and crept back out of the basement door. I was heading down the driveway when Jeremy pulled up. He hopped out of the car without turning it off.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Did you just break into my house?” he demanded. I looked at him like he was crazy, because obviously he was. I started to think of a response, then thought better of it and kept walking, carrying my portrait. Jeremy raced across the car towards me and grabbed my arm. I tried to pull myself free.
“You better let me the fuck go!” I yelled. Ben was across the street in seconds. Just as Jeremy’s mother was coming out the front door, Ben punched Jeremy in the face.
“What’s going on here?! Jeremy!” she screamed. “I’m calling the cops!” she pulled out her cell phone.