While this is the next chapter in the series, this can be read as a stand alone story. It is a flashback and requires no background to enjoy outside of the last 3 sentences. Enjoy! -LL
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"Jenn? Hey Jenn, where are you?" I beckoned, entering the house.
I closed the door and put my bag down as I slipped off my shoes. Still no response. The car was outside, maybe she'd gone over to Justine's. I threw my bag in my office and headed to the bedroom to change.
Pushing the door open, I stepped through the threshold and turned to my dresser. I noticed my Nikon lying there, which was strange as it usually lived in my office. The thought was tumbling around my head and just as my hand touched the cool metal drawer handle, I heard the bed shift ever so slightly. As I turned, there was Jenn laid out on top of the bed. It took me a few seconds to process the scene spread out before me.
"Hi," she purred as she smiled and took a sip of some kind of iced brown liquid out of the tumbler she was holding in her left hand.
The realization shook me. White stockings, white garter with tiny pink bows on the clips, and, once again, no panties or hair to be found on her mound. She'd kept a tidy strip of late, but this was a bit of a surprise. This was what she'd worn and how she'd looked that night before my bachelor party when I took her boudoir photos with Justine. My cock sprang to life almost instantly.
"Fuck..." just tumbled out of my mouth, now dry with anticipation.
"And I thought you were ignoring me," she teased. Taking a sip of her drink, she swallowed and slid the glass down her bare chest to her nipple, teasing it. A barely audible and low "mmm" filled the room.
"I... Jesus, Jenn." I closed my eyes, envisioning her through my lens traipsing all over the hotel furniture in their suite. Opening my eyes and feasting them upon her, she was even more beautiful today, without even having her hair and makeup done as she had that day.
"I got your camera for you," she said as she nodded towards the dresser while moving her glass to the other nipple. The wetness of the condensation shone in the slatted late daylight through the windows.
"And what brought this on, might I ask?"
"Our conversation last month," she paused and waited to let that sink in. My dick twitched as I realized what she was saying. That reality must have been plain as day on my face because she smiled and continued, "Yes, that's right. I went to my OB a few weeks back. I've been off the pill since then and... well... It's about that time."
I was slack-jawed and mouth-breathing. We'd talked about having a baby for months and finally, a few weeks back, she had decided now was as good a time as any. Curiously, we hadn't talked much since and the thought of it all was almost overwhelming.
"Well? Matthew, this is the part where you say something to your very fertile and very horny wife."
I suddenly panicked that she didn't feel wanted, or that I didn't want a baby. Nothing could have been farther from the truth. As I opened my mouth, she wryly smiled, taking her glass away from her other nipple and using her index finger holding the glass to point at me. Pointing at my painfully bulging erection straining against my pants.
Letting go of the camera and placing it on the nightstand, I moved towards her side of the bed. She deftly swung her legs around and off the bed. As I sat down, she sat next to me. We looked at each other. Her dark brown pools burned bright as the slices of sun through the shades cast an orange hue to them and the room.
"There's nothing in this world I want more than to do this with you."
Her lips parted, but before she could say a word, my lips found hers. Tentative at first, but passionate nonetheless; time seemingly stopped in that embrace as we kissed deeper and deeper. Her tongue was laced with the taste of bourbon as it danced with mine. Her chest pressed into mine, and her hard nipples felt like they were tearing through my shirt.
The trance was suddenly broken as she wrapped her arms around me, sending a rivulet of ice-cold liquor down my spine; soaking my shirt. I jumped back, pulling away from her supple lips.
"Sorry," she giggled. "You should probably take that off anyways," she whispered, reaching across me to lay her drink down on her nightstand. Her body stretched over my lap, pressing into my aching cock. She had to reach just enough that I swept back and playfully spanked her shapely ass.
"Mmmm," she purred. "I like where this is going." She wiggled her ass and I struck the other cheek, this time just a bit harder.
"Ohhh!" She ground her stomach into my lap. I kneaded the flesh where I had just spanked her, opening her up just enough for the heady smell of her desire to waft into my nostrils, tinged with the also familiar sweet scent of her hair.
My fingers worked closer and closer to her smoldering pussy until I felt her hips shift abruptly. Using her forearms as leverage, she nimbly popped herself up to standing. She might have gotten out of my grasp but I still managed to smack her ass again.
"Stop it, Matt. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here," she playfully quipped.
"You fucking love it and you know it," I responded in kind as she walked away and towards the nightstand, grabbing the camera.
"I want a few pics before you try to put a baby in me. I want a memory of this, of us." She paused briefly as she walked back over to me. I stood up to meet her. "And I can't let you have your way with me before we get a few shots in first. I know what I want, and you just gave me one more idea, just now."
She held the camera out at me and I hesitated, thinking about the first time I took those pictures. Thinking about how that had morphed into me taking them again, and again. This is something we both enjoyed, but lately, she'd been more and more bold with these.
I suppose I'd started it, thinking back. She gave me a bit of token resistance the first time to taking pictures. The alcohol had certainly helped. We ended up tearing each other's clothes off just inside the door and the rest progressed from there. The next day, I found her looking through the pictures we'd taken on the computer. She had been petting herself, looking at them. It had led to another afternoon of some very passionate hungover sex.
When I asked her why they had made her all hot and bothered, she simply replied that looking at those made her see herself from my perspective. It made her feel wanted. It made her feel sexy. It made her want more...
"Matt?" she asked, snapping me back to reality.
I smiled, probably a big dopey smile, and asked, "It's your show. Where do you want to start?"
"I want you to start by getting these clothes off."
She negotiated the buttons from top to bottom off my dress shirt, sliding it off one arm at a time, which made me switch the camera in my hands. Jenn casually tossed the shirt to the floor with a smirk. Her hands floated down my chest to my pants and as both of them hit my buckle, her right-hand dove inside them as well as the waistband of my boxer briefs. I followed her fingers as they wrapped around my turgid cock. Her index finger slid over the bulbous tip, slick from my leaking arousal.
Her hand snaked back out and she brought her index finger lewdly to her mouth and sucked it.
"Wait!" An idea had flashed through me, and the urgency of the tone stopped her in her tracks.
"Wait," I said softly and turned the camera on. I guessed with the dialing in the settings based on the light haphazardly strewn in gold stripes throughout the room.
