by Jenna Payne
“Call them so they can arrest your thieving son!” I yelled at her.
“You better get off of my property you black bitch!” his mom yelled at me. Now, I was going to whoop his mom’s ass.
“I got you, bitch,” I snapped as I headed towards her. She screamed and ran in the house.
“Bitch, you better stay away from my mother!” Jeremy yelled from the ground. I walked over to him and kicked him in the face. Then I spit on him. I looked at Ben, noticing for the first time that he had his camera with him and had been taking pictures. I just had to laugh.
“Let’s get out of here before the police come,” I said. Jeremy was groaning on the floor. Ben kicked him in the balls and then we hurried across the street to my car. I slid the portrait into the backseat and then climbed into the passenger seat, letting Ben drive. Before we started driving we kissed. “I love you,” I said.
“I love you too,” Ben told me before speeding off into the night.
When we got home, Ben parked my car in the driveway and we headed inside. The police pulled up as we were getting out of the car. We went to the front to greet them, holding hands. We explained to the police what happened, leaving out the part about me breaking into the house to get the portrait. It turns out, Jeremy’s mother didn’t even know he modelled and knew nothing about the portrait being in the house. We decided not to press charges against Jeremy, letting that ass whooping be more than enough punishment. The police left and we went into the house.
“Let’s take a nice warm bath,” I suggested.
“That sounds perfect,” Ben agreed, leaning the portrait up against the wall. I headed upstairs to our bathroom.
I ran a warm bubble bath in our Jacuzzi-sized bathtub. Then I lit a few candles and turned off the lights.
“Ben, the bath is ready!” I called downstairs to him. I undressed, then climbed into the warm water. It felt so good, like a warm wet hug. Ben appeared in the doorway moments later. He undressed and climbed in the tub, pulling me on top of him. I rested my head on his chest, closing my eyes. Ben leaned his head back and closed his too. We just sat like that in silence for a little while; the only sound was the gentle splashing of the water.
“Let’s have a baby,” Ben said. I sat up and looked at him, searching his face for a sense of humor.
“A baby?” I asked.
“Yes, a baby. We need to calm you down a little,” he said smiling. I laughed.
“Well let’s make a baby then,” I whispered seductively, kissing him on his lips. Ben wrapped his hands around me, looking me in the eyes.
“You are incredible, you know that?” he asked me. I nodded. I did know, but Ben was just as incredible.
“We fucked Jeremy up!” I exclaimed. Ben laughed.
“Yeah, we did. You were going to beat up his mother too,” Ben said laughing some more.
“I was, but she went in the house. Punk ass!” I said.
“Your mouth is filthy,” Ben said before kissing me. “You can’t talk like that around our son.” I pulled back.
“How do you know that it will be a boy?” I asked.
“I just know,” he said confidently.
“Well I heard that if the mom puts in work in the bedroom, than it’ll be whichever gender she chooses.” Ben pulled me closed and kissed my neck.
“Let’s test that theory.” We made love in the bathtub. After, we laid in each other’s arms, just as we were before, quiet, but this time sleepy as well.
“I’m hungry,” I announced. This was unfortunate because all that I wanted to do was sleep.
“Me too,” Ben agreed. I stood up, water and suds dripping off of my body.
“I’m going to make us something,” I said grinning, and then I climbed out of the tub.
I wrapped myself in a warm fluffy robe, stepped into a pair of slippers, and headed to the kitchen. What to make, what to make? I wasn’t much of a chef, Ben was the cook in this relationship and a great cook at that! But tonight, I was cooking. I pulled out a frying pan and turned on the stove. Then I got out a spatula, butter, cheese and bread. Ten minutes later, grilled cheese sandwiches were served. Ben laughed when he saw what I had made.
“You are wonderful!” he exclaimed, taking a bite of his sandwich. “This is exquisite. The best grilled cheese that I’ve had in a long time.”
“Thank you baby! It’s an old family tradition.” Ben chuckled.
We ate the grilled cheese sandwiches in front of the fireplace along with glasses of wine while wearing our robes. Ben seemed to be thinking about something as he stared into the fire.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked. He looked at me thoughtfully.
“Did you have sex with Jeremy in the pool?” he asked.
“No. He tried to. But I only let him eat me out,” I admitted. Ben smiled, relief washing over him. “Did you not want me to have sex with him?”
“I left the choice up to you,” he said.
“But you were hoping that I would choose not to.”
“Yes.” I put down my sandwich, licked my fingers and grabbed Ben’s face so that he was facing mine.
“I don’t want anyone but you Benjamin Blest. I would never have slept with him without you,” I told him. Then I kissed him. Then I picked up the rest of my sandwich and finished eating it.
“I’m tired,” Ben said. I finished the rest of my sandwich and we left the plates on the floor, heading to the bedroom hand in hand.
“If we have a girl, can we name her Linda?” I asked.
“Whatever you want,” Ben said. We crawled into bed.
“Maybe we should get a dog first. Baby steps,” I suggested. Ben laughed and this time he laughed long and hard, tears falling from his eyes. He lay back on the pillows.
“Whatever you want baby. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy,” he told me. I lay on his chest.
“Ok, then a dog it is,” I said. Ben had already fallen asleep, a smile on his face.
*****
Ménage
The next day, I woke up bright and early. It was a new day with new opportunities. When Ben got up, we got dressed and went out for breakfast. I ordered over-easy eggs, French toast, bacon and a mimosa. Ben ordered an omelet, Belgian waffles, sausages, and a mimosa. I loved mimosas, especially with breakfast.
“So what do you have planned for today?” Ben asked me as he took a bite of his omelet.
“The question is, what do I have planned for us today,” I corrected him with a smile, taking a sip of my mimosa.
“And the answer to that question would be?” he asked.
“We’re going to go pick up our baby girl!” I exclaimed, smiling big. Ben looked confused. “Today, we become parents.”
“What are you talking about Mya?” Ben asked. Instead of laughing, I just rubbed my hands together and laughed maniacally.
We had ridden in Ben’s Bentley so after breakfast, I asked if I could drive. Ben complied without a second thought. I drove us straight to an adoption center. Pet adoption that is!
“We’re going to adopt a puppy!” I announced, clapping my hands together. Ben laughed.
“You make me laugh,” he said, slipping his hand into mine.
“I love nothing more than making you laugh,” I told him, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek. We entered the adoption center, where a young blonde woman was behind the counter. She paid me no mind, only looking at Ben with these groupie eyes that made me want to claw her eyes out of their sockets, but instead I kept it composed and classy.
“How may I help you today?” she asked Ben with the biggest goofiest smile that could most definitely get her slapped.
“We are interested in adopting a dog,” I told her with my sweetest fakest smile. Her smile faltered ever so slightly, but she kept it together.
“If you follow me, I’ll show you to our dogs,” she said before leading us to the back. In the back, there were all types of animals. Dogs, cats, birds, ferrets, and I wanted them all! They were all so cute! The b
londe led us to where the dogs were and I took the leisure to peruse the cages. She thought that she was going to stand and chat with Ben but he walked away from her to follow me. I didn’t even try to hide my grin.
“So what kind are you looking for?” Ben asked me.
“A small, cute, fluffy one,” I explained. There were plenty that fit this description, but I knew that I would know the one when I saw it. And I did. It was a cute fluffy, Pomeranian that ran straight to the door of its cage to see me and I just knew. “This is the one,” I announced. The blonde opened the cage and attached a leash to the dog’s collar.
“Her name is Polly,” she told us as she led us back to the front.
“Not anymore it isn’t,” I muttered. We went to stand on the other side of the counter where I was able to play with the dog whose name once was Polly. I filled out the adoption paperwork and when it was time to write down her name, I wrote ‘Ménage.’ Disapproval flashed across the blonde’s face. Ben laughed.
“Ménage?” she asked.
“That’s right. Bye now!” I said with a little wave, leading my dog and my husband outside. We got in the car, Ben driving this time. Ménage sat in my lap and I played with her throughout the ride.
“Ménage?” Ben asked.
“A little reminder of this chapter of our lives,” I stated with a smile.
“Ah,” Ben said nodding.
“I’m going to order clothes for her online,” I told him. Then I had a fabulous idea. “Oh, my god! Let’s have a photo shoot!” Ben rolled his eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I said grinning. Ménage barked. When I got home, Ben went and got his camera. When he returned, he began snapping away pictures of me and Ménage interacting. After a while, I headed upstairs to the bedroom and lay on the bed with Ménage. She curled up beside me while I stroked her soft fur.
Ben took a few more pictures, then put down his camera on the bedside table and climbed onto the bed. He grabbed my arm and tried to pull me to him, but Ménage started growling. I giggled.
“Already territorial,” Ben pointed out, shaking his head.
“She knows who her mom is,” I said and kissed the little dog on top of her little head. When Ménage was asleep, I crawled over to Ben and lay in his arms. He kissed me on the forehead and then on the cheek and finally on the lips. Ben reached under my shirt, over my soft belly and under my bra to grab a handful of one of my breasts. He squeezed as he kissed me, kissing on my neck. I stuck my hand under his shirt, caressing his defined abs. His skin was soft and smooth under my fingertips. I pulled off my shirt and unsnapped my bra, causing my breasts to bounce. Ben pulled off his shirt and stood up to take off his jeans. There was a tent in his boxers. I pulled off my pants and panties and lay back on the bed. Ben took off his boxers and stood over me, his weapon pointing straight at me. We hadn’t done missionary in a while and I wanted him on top of me.
Ben slid inside me while kissing me, my arms wrapped around his neck. He stroked slowly between my legs and licked my neck. Then he grabbed my breasts and pushed them up, sucking on one nipple and then on the other. I let my hands explore his strong back, loving how the muscles felt under his smooth skin. Then I slid my hands down, grabbing his firm butt cheeks. I slid a hand between them, close to the hole, but didn’t touch it. I didn’t want to throw him off. When he didn’t react, I did it again, this time grazing his butthole with his finger. He clenched his cheeks slightly, but kept the rhythm as he stroked. He pulled out and flipped me over, lying me flat on my stomach as he pinned my arms down with one hand. I stuck my bottom up ever so slightly with the side of my face pressed against the bed. With his free hand, Ben guided his dick back inside me, thrusting deep while I moaned.
Ben let go of my hands and gripped my soft ass cheeks, thrusting in and out. I raised up a little more so that I could throw my ass back, but kept my torso on the bed. Ben slapped my ass until I cried out and I looked back at him, making it wiggle. Ben thrust faster and harder, going deeper as he caressed my clit with his fingers. His other hand grabbed my hair and pulled, making me arch deeper as he fucked me. Ben reached over and licked my ear, knowing that drove me crazy making me fuck him back wilder and wetter. I pushed myself up onto my knees, bouncing my ass on him until it made a clapping sound. I forced him back, but then he cried out and jumped out of me and off of the bed. I sat back, looking confused and bewildered.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, but Ben wasn’t looking at me, he was pointing and looking at Ménage.
“That dog just licked my ass!” he exclaimed. I burst into laughter.
“Come back to bed baby and finish what you started,” I coaxed seductively, lying back with my legs opened wide. Ben shook his head and crossed his arms.
“Not until that dog is out of our room,” Ben demanded. I sucked my teeth, but shoed Ménage off of the bed. She jumped off and ran out of the room and Ben closed the door behind her. I rubbed his back.
“Ménage just wanted a ménage,” I couldn’t help myself and I got caught in another fit of laughing. Ben didn’t find it very funny. He stood back up.
“I’ve got a lot of work to do,” he said. I looked between his legs. He didn’t look ready to go to work. I stood up too, slowly walking towards him.
“We’ve got business to finish in here first,” I told him as I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. He grabbed me around the ass and lifted me up as I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. Ben slipped his dick back inside me and while holding my ass, bounced me up and down. I moaned loudly, tossing my head back as he licked up my neck to my chin. I bounced back, grinding back and forth on him. He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard, thrusting harder. I was about to come. I closed my eyes, moaning and riding while Ben thrusted inside of me and sucked on my neck. I came, hard and loud, tensing up and squirming as he fucked me faster. Now, it was his turn. With a mighty roar, Ben came deep inside me. We came together while Ménage scratched and cried from the other side of the door. Ben carried me to the bed and we lay down. We fell asleep with our legs tangled together.
Ménage eventually stopped barking and probably ran off somewhere in the house to pee. I was too tired to care. I lay in my lovers arms without a care in the world. My ear to his chest, I could hear his heartbeat as it slowed down, finding its pace. I watched the rise and fall of his chest and he breathed deep, letting me know that he was already asleep. I snuggled up close to him and finally fell asleep myself.
THE END
Bonus Story 6 of 20
Double Bears
Shaun turned to Gerald and a smile split his otherwise serene face. The man that they had been tracking for more than three days was just up ahead somewhere. An abandoned factory loomed ahead in the darkness. Its broken windows stared like eyes from the shadows. Besides the small forest they were hiding in themselves, there was nowhere else to hide other than the factory. The brothers nodded to one another and darted across the open expanse between the factory and the trees they had been hiding in. They moved like shadows as they approached the building. The scent of the man they were hunting grew stronger as they neared.
Shaun held up a hand that brought them to a halt. He raised his face to the air and inhaled deeply. The smell of fear, sweat, and anger mixed in his nostrils. Good. He’s tired of running and starting to get angry, Shaun thought. He was glad that the man they chased was through running. They had been chasing him for eight days through some of the roughest country in North America. Shaun waved Gerald up and moved to the doorway.
Each man took a side of the doorway and stood still with their breath held as they listened for any sign of their prey. Gerald heard him first. He gave Shaun the signal that he had heard something with his hands. Shaun strained his ears for the slightest sound and then he heard the sound as well. It had been there all along, but his mind had not registered it for what it was. It was the sound of a man breathing shallowly so as not to attract attention. Shaun held up three fingers and Gerald nodded.
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s he dropped one finger at a time, Shaun prepared to burst into the room. He dropped his final finger and both men spun into the doorway. As they moved through the room, their bodies changed rapidly. Hair sprouted all over and muscles swelled to the point the skin looked like it would split. Fingernails and teeth elongated to claws and fang-like teeth. In seconds, the two men had the bodies of bears as they raced through the factory.
A yelp from up ahead let them know that their target had seen them change and now knew that he was in serious trouble. Only two werebears in the whole world were known to work together. Most of the time werebears couldn’t work with one another for long without becoming hostile toward each other, but Shaun and Gerald were different. They had formed a bond that could not be broken and because of that bond they were one of the most feared pair of shapeshifters in the world.
Gerald leapt through a window and landed on all fours on the other side. A man dressed in a leather jacket and blue jeans tried to slide to a halt. His feet slipped on glass from the window and he went down hard on his buttocks. As Gerald closed the ground between them, he moaned and tried to back away on his hands and feet in a crab walk. A low growl from behind stopped him dead in his tracks. He arched his neck and looked straight into the face of Shaun. He opened his mouth to scream.
Shaun’s bear lips parted in what could only be called a smile and he batted the man in the side of the head. Not hard enough to kill him. Not yet, but he batted him hard enough to knock him into a wall. The partners shifted back into humans in the blink of an eye and walked over to where the man lay. As Shaun squatted over him, Gerald pulled a pistol from his pants and kept a watch just in case their target had friends in the area.
The man groggily sat up and stared at the two men before him. Shaun sat on his haunches with his hands dangling between his legs and smiled. For a full minute, he didn’t speak as he turned his head from side to side and took the man in. Sweat broke out on the man’s forehead and twice he tried to speak, but each time Shaun held up a hand and stopped him dead.