Romance: Menage Romance: The French Quarter Hostages (Paranormal Action Shapeshifter MFM Bear Shifter Romance) (Fantasy BBW Taboo Interracial Love Triangle Werebear Mates Short Stories)

by Jessica Miller

  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.

  “No! No police! I’m going to get that portrait!” I was determined.

  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.

  “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 kicke
d 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 blonde 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 cut
e 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.