**Matt's dream is a flashback recalling his boudoir photoshoot with his wife and her maid of honor, Justine.**
"It's expensive and I don't think we need to spend the money, Matt," Jenn said firmly.
Wedding planning had come in spurts, but the majority was done and with only two months to go I was glad that we were in the home stretch. Honestly, Jenn had done the lion's share of the planning. It was really her day after all. The more interesting sticking point had been Jenn's reluctance for doing a boudoir photoshoot.
"Is it really the money?" I asked. This was unlike her to not take the opportunity to be a bit bold with her sexuality.
"Yes. Yes, it is! I'd love to do this, but it's a couple of thousand dollars that we don't need to spend. Even with your Dad's friend doing them for a discount it's way too much. I mean we went way over on the honeymoon," she said tentatively.
I frowned at her and slumped a bit in my chair. I'd seen this track from her before. She'd made up her mind and I wouldn't be able to budge her.
"Fine. For the record, I'll think you'll regret not having pictures," I said dejectedly.
"Oh, who said I wasn't getting any pictures?" she retorted with a sassy flair.
"What exactly does that mean?" I asked realizing that she had something in mind.
"Well," she said looking at me knowingly, "I know someone qualified."
"I haven't touched a camera since Dad died when I was in college."
Just saying that made me profoundly sad at just the thought of him. My father had been a professional photographer. He showed me the ropes as a teenager and pulled me in to help him with lighting and as a gopher with shoots in his studio and later as an extra cameraman for weddings. I'd started for the extra money, but I ended up enjoying it as it came with some unexpected perks especially when I got older. Unfortunately, Dad had a heart attack when I was in grad school three years ago and I really hadn't picked up a camera since.
"Uh, I never did anything like this Jenn," I said to try to deflect the issue. "I just shot weddings and towards the end some in-studio kids and family photos."
"I think we could improvise, don't you? Do you not want to take any suggestive pictures of your future wife?" She said as she playfully batted her eyelashes and turned her head slightly.
"Jenn, it takes hair, make-up, wardrobe, lighting, and not to mention somewhere for us to take the photos," I retorted back trying to deflect the conversation.
"Well, don't worry about the hair and make-up. Justine can do my make-up, and Sienna does amazing hair. I think I can piece together an appropriate wardrobe, and we'll just have to figure out a location," she said expectantly.
I sat there unmoved. This had gone a completely different direction from where I thought this conversation would go.
"I mean look at what you used to take," she continued, pointing to the landscape photos that were framed and hung on the walls in the living room we were sitting in. I looked lovingly at the photo I had taken of my mother and father which was sitting on an end table. I missed him.
"They were good babe. I know you'd make me look good and, if not, we just throw them away, right?"
"Look, I just haven't had the desire to touch a camera since Dad died. That was our thing together, not just mine. I don't think I have that kind of inspiration in me anymore, Jenn."
"Matthew," she said grabbing my hand and scooting closer to me on the couch. "You don't think that doing this honors all the time you spent together? You don't think that he's up there somewhere looking down on you and what you've become beaming with pride? If he was anything close to how you've always described him to me, he'd be kicking your ass for not doing this. In fact, he's probably pissed you abandoned it altogether."
I hadn't really thought of it that way, and I was more than a little sad all of a sudden. Jenn always has a way of nudging me in the right direction. I looked at her straight into her dark brown eyes and my eyes started to well up. I smiled and she leaned over, kissing me on the cheek.
Pulling back, she looked at me again bringing her hand up to stroke my cheek as she smiled again. I saw something come over her expression that I couldn't quite make out.
"Give me a minute," she said bounding off the couch.
I was a bit bewildered all of a sudden not knowing what she was doing. I heard her go into the bedroom but nothing after that. Suddenly, I heard the door to the bedroom open and her footsteps heading back to me.
Her voice beat her back into the living room from the hallway, "As for inspiration mister," she popped back into the room with a flourish, "if this isn't adequate, maybe I'm making a mistake saying 'I do' to you!" she said with a wicked grin.
She had entered the room without a stitch of clothing. I realized at that very moment how lucky I was to have her for the rest of my life and quickly forgot all my prior doubts about taking her boudoir photos. She confidently strode towards me sashaying her nicely tanned and toned body. Jenn stopped suddenly in front of me and twirled playfully. Her dark brown hair caught the rays of the sun from the window and I smelled that familiar smell of her shampoo or conditioner or whatever it was, it was heaven. Looking longingly at me with a wry smile she bit the side of her lip seductively.
"What do you say? Think you could capture this right?" She asked, just smoldering there in front of me.
Dryly swallowing, I slowly nodded my head up and down as she got down on her knees. She put her hands on my knees and inched them up my thighs so incredibly slowly. I was hard as soon as she had entered the room, but now I was achingly so.
"Maybe you need more inspiration?" She added raising her eyebrows and turning the corner of her lip up.
With that she unbuckled my belt and unhooked the button on my jeans. Deftly she lowered the zipper and started to tug downwards. I lifted my ass off the couch without even thinking. Both my jeans and boxers were coming off at the same time and my rock-hard cock sprung to attention as the elastic of the boxers got just past it. As she left the mass of denim and cotton around my calves, she looked mischievously into my eyes.
"Mmmmm," she purred. "I wonder if I can just suck the inspiration into you? I say we try."
She slowly bent down and kissed the underside of the tip. Ever so gently she kissed her way down with the softest of kisses. Each kiss was like a shot of hot electricity throughout my body, loving and torture at the same time. Looking down at her she was completely focused on her task, focused on me, on loving me. Jenn was perfect in every way that I could tell.
