by Amy DeMeritt
“Oh, shit!”
We break our lips apart, but Grace doesn’t release my face. I lift my rifle and take down the new terrorist, before looking back at my wife and engaging her in another kiss. After a few moments, she pulls back with a smile and gently rubs a finger over my fake busted eyebrow.
“I felt like we were on our honeymoon again when you lunged forward like that. Ready to take this terrorist hive down like the drug cartel ring we took out in Havana?”
“You know just how to get me hot.”
My fictional wife smiles and kisses my lips. While she grabs one of the rifles from the dead terrorists, and grabs some extra loaded magazines from their belts, I cut the other hostages loose. I give a rifle to my partner, and put him and the other two officers in charge of getting the family out of here to safety, while Grace and I go in deeper to get more intel on the operations here.
“Cut!”
Julia and I clear the set with the rest of the actors and actresses and sit in our chairs along the sidelines.
“You nailed that scene. You were a total badass. It was hot.” I laugh and take a gulp of water. “Thanks. It felt like a good scene.” Julia leans over and kisses my cheek. “It was a great scene.”
“Ok, that’s it for today. Tomorrow, we’re going to film the big knife practice and homecoming fight scene between you two. It’s going to be a long and demanding day, so go home and get some rest.”
“I thought we were saving the homecoming scene for last?” The director shakes his head while scrolling through a tablet. “The special effects guys are behind on getting this place ready for you to blow it up. We’ll come back to it in a day or two. Great job today, both of you.”
He smiles while looking over the thin rim of his glasses and then looks back at his tablet as he turns to walk away.
Julia and I go back to our separate wardrobe trailers to get changed and wash off all of the makeup. My stomach instantly turns when I see all of the red “blood” pooling in the shower. It reminds me too much of two summers ago when I nearly died in a tornado. Shannon and Madison had to wash all of the mud off of me before my mom could stitch up a bad gash in the back of my head, and it created a deep crimson pool in the bottom of the shower.
After showering, I change into a pair of shorts and a tank top. Julia is already outside waiting for me, when I step out of my trailer with my bookbag ready to go home.
“Do you and the wives have plans tonight?” She gets in step with me to our vehicles parked down a dirt road about a quarter mile away from the set. “We’re going out to dinner and then going to sit on the beach in Santa Monica. We found a nice spot that’s usually pretty quiet. What about you?”
“Sounds nice. I have a date with my bathtub and a bottle of champagne.”
“That doesn’t sound safe. I don’t like the idea of you drinking and lying in a tub full of water.” Julia laughs a little and leans over to kiss my cheek. “I’ll be fine.” I narrow my eyes in a stern pout and she laughs again. “I’ll text you when I get out of the tub so you know I’m safe.” I smile and nod once as we come to a stop behind our cars. “Ok, I’ll talk to you later. Drive safe. Thanks for the massage earlier.”
“Sure, no problem. Enjoy your date with your wives. See you tomorrow.”
Chapter Eighteen
Madison wraps her arms around my waist from behind and presses her lips into the space below my ear. She rests her chin on my shoulder smiling at me through the mirror.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Her smile widens and she kisses my cheek. “Good morning. What would you like for breakfast?”
“You.”
Madison smiles really big and spins me around. She wraps her arms around my neck and presses her lips to mine, inviting me to fully kiss her. She puts so much into the kiss that my head becomes fuzzy and all I can think about is kneeling in front of her to feast between her thighs. In a flash of flying fabric and urgent hands, I strip her of her pajamas and underwear. With my lips, tongue, and hands, I paint my passion and love on every inch of her, caressing and massaging her arousal to the surface. As I dip my tongue between her arousal slicked folds, lapping up her sweet maple syrup, Madison grips my head and moans loudly. I suck, pinch, and tug on her clit and lips, eliciting a wonderful song of passion from her beautiful mouth. As she cums, her knees give out and I guide her down to sit on my lap. I cradle her in my arms, and she lays her head against my chest, panting for air with a serene smile lighting up her face.
I kiss her forehead and run my fingers through her silky brown hair, breathing in her incredible scent of strawberries and honeysuckles. She looks up at me with a grin and shifts to straddle my lap. Madison slips her hand under the waist of my underwear and glides easily between my lips and deep inside me, making my head fall onto her chest, while I release a deep moan. She works slowly, but firmly, making every cell in my body burst in fire. As I climax, my body trembles and jerks hard against her hand.
“Shit, that was good. Thanks, baby.”
Madison smiles and runs her fingers through my hair as she bends down to kiss me.
“I wish we could come watch you do that big knife scene today.”
“Me too, but only a small crew will be on set for it because they have to be behind plexiglass shields, just in case my aim is off.”
“I guess I better let you finish getting ready. So, what kind of real food do you want to eat for breakfast?” I laugh a little and grip her bare thick ass, pulling her down hard against me. “But you are real food. Having you in my life nourishes me better than any fruit or vegetable or hunk of meat ever could. You and our wives are the ultimate super-food.”
“Thank you, puppy.” I look over my shoulder and laugh. All of our wives are standing in the bathroom doorway with exquisite smiles. “Finish getting ready and we’ll make you something to eat.”
“Ok, thank you.”
Each of them bends down to give me a kiss on my lips and then Madison climbs off of my lap. She pulls me up from the floor and spanks my ass with a grin as she walks out of the bathroom switching her hips in a dramatic way.
I already took my shower and brushed my teeth before Madison came in here, so I just have to toss my hair up in a ponytail, put deodorant on, and get dressed. My clothes are really only required to be modest between here and the set, because once I get there, my wardrobe will be picked for me. I put a pair of shorts and a tee shirt on, and find my wives in the kitchen of our Los Angeles home.
I sit on a stool at the counter and Shannon sets a glass of my favorite drink, orange juice “cocktail”, in front of me. As I’m taking a sip, Madison sets a tablet down in front of me.
“Symone needs you to look at this for the Joyce Theatre show in New York. She wants to start ordering costumes in case alterations need to be made.”
“We’re paying for these, right?”
“We left one of the credit cards with her. Whether she’ll use it, I don’t know.”
“That brat. She probably won’t.”
I take another sip of my juice and start scrolling through the options she has picked out. She has names next to each image, so I know who’s supposed to wear them.
“Uh, why does she have my name next to a dress?”
My wives turn to look at me with huge smiles and lean over the counter to look at the dress. It’s a thin-strapped black dress with a low neckline and some ruffling down the center and around the skirt of the dress. It’s cute, but definitely not something I would pick for myself. Symone would look great in this dress though.
I send Symone a quick text asking if it’s a mistake and she responds almost immediately.
“She wants to do a role reversal scene. She wants the dance to express ditching the labels and the stereotypes and show that everyone can be every type, not just one thing.”
“That’s a really good idea, actually. You should do it.” I look up at Awenasa with a pout, and she smiles as she leans forward to kiss my lips. “You’ll be beautiful, pup
py.”
Me: Ok. Is this really your favorite dress you could find to put me in? You really like those ruffles?
Symone: You’ll really wear a dress for me?
Me: Yes, if that’s what you want.
Symone: I really do. I think it could be a powerful dance. I’ll send you some more dress ideas later. Thanks, baby. I miss you.
Me: I miss you too. Oh, you helped me with a scene yesterday. None of the ideas that the stunt choreographers came up with were working, so I used what you taught me on the pole and they loved it.
Symone: You are pole dancing in this movie?!
Me: Yeah, right. You’re hilarious. I was tied to a wooden beam and had to climb up the pole to get loose. It’s too much to explain in text.
Symone: I’m so happy I was able to help you with more than just the sex scenes.
Me: Thanks again for that. How’s everything else going with the show’s plans?
Symone: Good. We have a full production staff now. Sara is going to be ordering the special effects and sound equipment this week.
Me: Please use my credit card for all of the purchases for the show.
Symone: The entire squad is putting on this show, so we’re all pitching in for its expenses.
Me: But this was my Christmas gift to you. I should be paying for it.
Symone: Get over it, baby. No one is going to allow you to pay for everything. We probably won’t even spend twenty-grand on equipment, set props, and costumes, so don’t worry about it. Besides, all of the equipment and costumes can be used again for other shows and events. Sara is working on making some connections to try to set up a tour for this show. We’ll spend more money on this particular night than we’re going to make from ticket sales, but in the long run, it’s going to be a very good investment for the entire squad.
Me: Fine. Is there anything else you need me to do?
Symone: We need to fly Zoe in town when you get home to take pictures to do the promotional art for the show. Can you ask Madison to talk to her about that?
Me: Ok. I need to eat breakfast so I can get to work. I’ll talk to you later.
Symone: Ok, good luck today.
While I eat breakfast with my wives at the dining room table, I fill them in on my conversation with Symone and her request for Madison to talk to Zoe, our graphics artist and website designer, about doing the show’s promotional photos and designs.
“Ok, I’ll call her today. I need to talk to her about updating some things on yours and the squad’s websites anyway.”
“What else are you going to do today?”
“We need to go grocery shopping. We were also thinking about going to see Camila.”
“She would like that. I wish I could go with you.”
“We’ll go again before we leave.”
Camila Martinez is a seventy-six-year-old Mexican woman I met on the Santa Monica pier with Shannon during the ballroom dance TV show I did with Jaime. Shannon and I were on a date, just trying to enjoy the day, and kept getting stopped by fans to take pictures. She had asked me to tango with her, right there on the pier. I’ve kept in touch with her since then, and try to visit with her each time I have to come back to Los Angeles. She’s a sweet woman with a huge family that makes me feel like I’m at a big family gathering when we visit with them.
“When does Bella get back from Maryland? I want to visit with her too before we leave.”
“They left two days ago, so about two weeks. She won’t be home till after the family gathering.”
Joey gave Bella a beautiful promise ring while we were in Orlando, and thankfully, Karen, her mother, didn’t freak out. She was very happy. Joey also invited Bella to the family gathering, and Karen accepted the invitation. We paid for them to fly first class and they’re staying at the house, probably in mine and Sara’s bedrooms. I really wish I could be there to see how Joey is at a family gathering with his girlfriend. Normally, he’s very wild and typically leads the other children in a screaming chase around the lawn.
“Ok, I guess I better go. Tell Camila I said hello. Oh, can you bring her a bouquet of orange daisies for me, since they’re her favorite?”
“Of course, puppy.”
My wives stand and give me hugs and kisses. As I’m grabbing my bookbag, Shannon hands me a small cooler with my lunch and gives me another kiss.
“Be careful. I love you.”
“I love all of you too. Thanks for breakfast and lunch.” I turn to leave, but stop and turn back to look at them again. “Do you want to go stargazing tonight?”
Each of my wives’ smiles widen as they walk over to wrap me in a tight hug, telling me they would love to go look at stars with me. After they take turns to give me a beautiful kiss, I force myself to leave so I’m not late.
Having all of wives with me during production has been wonderful. It’s really nice coming home from a long day on set to their beautiful faces and love. They’ve been making sure that I eat really good, giving me massages, and lots of family sex and snuggles.
Since the squad is staying at the house, we were able to put Sara in charge of running the website businesses. Between our friends and some of Jaime’s students, we have seven people on our staff for the merchandise businesses. They come to the house twice a week to fill the online orders. Sara has been overseeing the operations from home, to ensure the orders are being filled properly, and to let my wives know when we need to order more inventory.
I park next to Julia’s car outside of the studio. As I come around the backend of her car, where she is leaning, she opens her arms and pulls me into a tight hug, holding me for several moments. She pulls back some and gives me a kiss on my lips.
“Good morning. How was your date with your wives?”
“Really nice. Dinner was delicious and there was hardly anyone on the beach last night. We just laid there watching the waves and talking for hours.”
“Sounds beautiful.”
“It was. It was the perfect way to unwind after yesterday. How was your night?”
“Quiet, but good. I fell asleep shortly after I texted you to let you know I survived my bath and champagne.”
“Good morning, girls. Let’s get to work.”
The director walks by with his face in his tablet and a large cup of coffee in his other hand. Julia takes my hand, and we follow the director into the studio.
The scene we’re filming today is the opening scene for the movie. Well, part of it. The movie opens with me getting home from a day on the force, taking off my badge and belt with my gun holster, and strapping a knife holster on both thighs with six knives in each. I take my shirt off, and go out to a barn in the backyard. This is where the scene picks up today. We already filmed the rest of the introduction scene.
We’ve rehearsed this scene many times, but we’re asked to practice the scene a couple times before we get to the actual set for filming. After the director is content, we’re released to our dressing rooms to get ready.
When the director calls action, I walk into an open barn, wearing only my police uniform pants, a sports bra, and combat boots. I grab a couple of canvas bags full of sand and hook them onto ropes hanging from the rafters. I get a dozen bags hung up at a couple feet intervals and quickly walk through them, pushing on each to send them quickly swinging in varying directions. I smile in a cocky way, pull two knives from my thigh holsters, and take aim for the bags furthest from me, having to throw my knives through the other bags. My cockiness grows as they pierce their intended targets.
I grab two more knives from my thigh holsters, and start moving through the bags in a badass choreographed fight, punching, kicking, and slashing the bags. I do flips and tumbling rolls, sending knives flying into the bags of sand. I send sand flying everywhere, kick it up from the barn floor, and it clings to the sweat forming on my body.
After I’ve released my last knife, the barrel of a pistol is pressed into my lower back and a hand grabs my ponytail, pulling my hair back and sending m
e down on my knees. While holding my hair, Julia, in character as Grace, points the pistol to my temple.
“Happy to see me?” I release a groaning laugh as she pulls my hair back more. “Hard to say when I have a gun held to my head. Did you just get back?”
“I did. What are you going to do about your predicament right now?”
Without a word, I quickly drop backwards, and slap her hand up at the same time, getting out of the way of her pistol, just as she pulls the trigger, sending a brass casing flying. In editing, they’ll enhance the footage so it looks like she shot a real bullet, and not a green plastic ball. I grab her wrist with the gun at the same time that I sweep her legs out from under her, and we grapple till I get her disarmed.
Straddling her hips, and holding her shoulder down, I reach around her waist, and down her legs, searching for her backup piece. I find it on the inside of her thigh and grin. I tear her belt apart and slip a hand down her pants. She smiles and rises some, showing arousal through her subtle body movements and the look on her face. I pull the pistol out, eject the magazine, and toss them in opposite directions.
Grace smiles really big and roughly unsaddles me from her lap. We quickly scramble to our feet and begin to spar, spending sand flying in the air, and sweat to drip down our faces. We kick, punch, lunge, and dodge, never actually landing anything, as we block everything the other throws at us.
As scripted, I slip in the sand as she’s throwing a hook punch at my jaw. I’m too off balance to be able to block it, so I take it right to the jaw.
As I grab my jaw, Grace grabs the back of my neck and my hip, pulling me into a kiss. It’s intense and wild. I pull her up to wrap her legs around my waist, and she breaks free from the kiss smiling really big.
“Welcome home, baby.”
“I missed you.”
Grace starts kissing me again, and I start walking towards the barn door.
“Cut!”
Julia takes a few moments to come out of her character and release my mouth. She smiles and allows me to set her down. The director walks over smiling and jerks a thumb towards the door.
