I was snuggled in the arms of my fiancé Max falling asleep in bed on a Sunday night after an exciting weekend of dancing, sex and an official proposal from Max with a ring. I heard my other lover Bradley on the phone, but I didn't have the energy to figure out who he was talking to.
"Hey," Bradley said, gently shaking my shoulder, "Are you awake?"
Max said yes and I just made a sound.
Bradley continued excitedly, "I want you to come by after work tomorrow and do a photo shoot with me. I know a great photographer who does photos of couples. He specializes in capturing love. I want you to see what it's like. Both of you."
"Really?" I asked, turning towards him and becoming more alert.
"Yes," Bradley confirmed.
"What should I wear?" I asked, instantly going through my entire wardrobe in my head.
"It doesn't matter," Bradley assured.
"Why? Will we be naked?" I asked, nervously.
Bradley answered, "Probably, but don't worry, the camera memory card will be ours. No one will ever see the photos but us."
"Sounds fun," I said, rolling back over to go to sleep with a content smile. I knew I was one lucky woman.
In the morning, I saw the light coming through our bedroom window. Bradley's hand was over me on Max's stomach. He was caressing his muscles while kissing my neck. Max put his hand on Bradley's arm caressing him back. It was so fucking cute and loving. I couldn't imagine a better way to wake up.
"Good morning," Bradley said, kissing me.
"Good Morning," Max and I said together. Max turned my face to him and put his lips on mine.
"Ready to be models today?" Bradley asked us with a huge smile.
"I still don't know what to wear..." I sighed.
"I've got this," Bradley said. He got out of bed and picked out our clothes. He picked a classic black suit with a white shirt and a sophisticated tie for Max. He picked out casual black pants and a white shirt for himself. And finally, he picked my black floral dress he said he liked the other day when I came home from work. Then he went to the dresser and took out my matching black lace bra and underwear. Then he found my black strappy heels.
"There!" he said, looking pleased with himself, "Appropriate for work all day and then ready for the camera later. Black and white will make us really pop."
"You're the expert," I said, kissing him to thank him.
All day at work I tried to imagine what the photo shoot would be like with the three of us. Would we really be naked? Would we have sex? Did lots of people do things like this?
I went to Max's work after I was done with my workday. It was the first time I'd seen his work friends since our official engagement. Max was thrilled to see me and he showed off my ring to everyone who would listen. Many congratulated me with a brief hug. A few girls looked like they wanted me to accidentally fall off a cliff. A few of the guys looked like they wanted to eat me for dessert. Max was blissfully happy and seemed oblivious to anyone's reactions.
On our way to the address Bradley gave us for the photo shoot, I asked Max, "Did you think some of the people at work reacted weirdly to our engagement,"
"They're just jealous, baby," he said smiling, "They should be. I won."
"Oh you won, did you?" I said laughing, "I'm the prize?"
"Hell yeah!" he said, giving me a sweet kiss.
We got to the address Bradley gave us and I was surprised it was just a regular brick building. I guess I thought photo shoots occurred in glamorous places because they always end up looking so glamorous.
When we got inside, the room was large with white sheets draped everywhere. There is a white couch. A variety of chairs and a bed off to the side in all white sheets and pillows. Everything was white.
Bradley appeared and walked over to us looking just as sharp and fresh as this morning. I silently wondered how many times he had been in and out of his clothes today. There aren't many jobs that require getting naked, so it was a valid question, but I kept it to myself.
Bradley greeted us both with a kiss on the cheek. I giggled because he never greeted Max that way, but I guess that's how it's done in the modeling world.
Bradley introduced us to the photographer, Sven. He was exactly as I imagined a professional model photographer would be. He had a slight accent and was very laid back. I got the feeling nothing surprised him, least of all our threesome.
"Come," Bradley said motioning to the couch. I saw a bottle of champagne and three glasses. "Sit. Let's toast the engagement." Max and I followed Bradley to the couch and sat. Bradley opened up the champagne and poured it for us.
"These photos are my gift to you!" he said, raising his glass.
"To us!" I said raising my glass looking at both of my men. Then I heard the camera start clicking.
The clicking of the camera was distracting to me. It wasn't something I was used to hearing.
Seeing my reaction Bradley said, "Ignore it." Then Bradley told Sven to put on some soft background music. He did, and came back clicking all around us. I tried to ignore him, but it was difficult. It wasn't like being watched at the sex club or even our neighbor, Ron, watching us through the window. Being watched was a turn-on, but this felt more like being examined under a microscope. Bradley helped me focus on him by keeping me looking at him.
"Let's take pictures of all three of us," Bradley said to me as we finished our drink. Bradley directed us to stand by the big white sheet backdrop. We stood together in various poses. Sometimes Bradley had us looking at him and sometimes he directed us to look at the camera.
"Look at the camera and think of me," Bradley whispered in my ear as Max held me around the waist. Sven was unphased by our threesome. I guess for him it was just another day at the office, I thought to myself as I stifled a giggle.
