Nightmare

Tori

In the midst of a peaceful slumber, I found myself drifting into a dream that felt both sweet and haunting. It was a dream of Andre and me, a time when we were happily married, though I knew deep down he was no longer with me in reality. Still, this dream felt so vivid, so much like the love we once shared.

In the dream, we were nestled together, our bodies entwined as if it were just another ordinary morning. Andre's touch was so familiar, so achingly sweet, that for a moment, I could almost forget the painful truth of his absence. His lips met mine in a gentle kiss, rekindling a spark of passion and warmth for him that had long been missing from my life.

I felt the ache in my loins as we moved together, I could feel the moans I uttered. "I miss you," I whispered in his ear.

"I miss you, baby." He whispered back. "I love you so much."

I felt the build-up of need, but it was over, and that's how I knew This was not real. But I didn't want the dream to end.

With a soft smile, he gracefully slid out of bed, and I couldn't resist following him. The dream had a pull as if it held a message, a reassurance that he was watching over me. We made our way to the nursery, where our twins lay peacefully in their cribs, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight.

In this dream, Andre's voice was a soothing melody as he cradled each baby in his strong, loving arms. His words were filled with pride and tenderness. "You're doing such a good job, Tori," he said, his gaze filled with affection. "They're beautiful, just like you."

My eyes welled up with tears, and I smiled through the overwhelming emotions. It felt like a dream come true, a glimpse into the life we had imagined together.

But then, the dream took an unexpected and painful turn. The warmth in Andre's eyes turned to pain, and his tone grew sad. "You've forgotten me, haven't you?" he accused, his words cutting deep. "Did you ever truly love me, Tori? Why was it so easy for you to turn around and fuck Jade?"

"Andre…"

"I wasn't dead a full half a year before you were opening your legs to her. Were you guys fucking all along?"

I shook my head. "Baby no… wait…"

The dream had transformed into a nightmare, dredging up the guilt and doubt that had haunted me since Andre's passing. I tried to speak, to explain, to defend myself, but my words were lost in the darkness that surrounded us.

As the dream spiraled further into turmoil, I awoke with a start sitting up clutching the sheets around me tightly. I looked around at the groggy naked body next to me, My heavy heart, the conflicting emotions of love and guilt weighing on me.

Jade's lips brushed against my shoulder as she tried to comfort me. She asked if I was okay, her voice laced with concern.

I turned to look at the raven-haired beauty next to me. Her pale skin and dark hair were a stark contrast to all of Andre's cinnamon brown. My heart sped for a whole other reason. Fuck… I was still aroused but I felt so much guilt about wanting her so badly.

"I thought it was a good dream," I confessed, my voice soft and hesitant.

Jade's hand stroked my belly and made its way down to my moist center grazing the sleek folds gently, her fingers soothing She smirked. "It was a good dream, Tori. I could tell."

I hissed and chuckled taking her hand in mine and then wrapping my body around hers. "I think I need to tell you about it," I mumbled into the skin of her neck. "You might now want to touch me after."

"It didn't stay good huh?" She said lacing our fingers together.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to put my dream into words. "It started with Andre and me… You know, like the old days, Our usual morning routine." Jade stiffened knowing what that meant. I clutched at her. I didn't want her to roll away from me. "Hemet the twins, and he got to hold them. He talked to them, and he said I was a good mom, But then it took a left turn. He accused me of forgetting him, of having been in love with you all along."

Jade's expression shifted, reflecting her understanding and worry. She didn't quite know how to react to the guilt I was feeling.

I reached out, tracing her face with my fingers, seeking comfort in her presence. "Jade, I need you to understand that the pain I'm feeling isn't because I regret being with you," I stressed, my voice sincere. "It's the struggle of being able to carry on without Andre, to find happiness in a life where he's no longer here. It's not about us."

Jade's eyes softened, and she leaned in to kiss me gently. "I get it, Tori," she murmured against my lips. "I know you still hold a deep love for Andre, and it's okay to feel the way you do. We're in this together."

I smiled softly, "Does that mean I can finish now?" I asked indicating that I was still incredibly aroused. She laughed and straddled me, her fingers finding home. "Oh Fuck…"

She chuckled. "Insatiable."

"Every morning and every night…"

"Mmmm… I am going to need a strap-on."

I was startled and looked at her. "You don't have one?"

She laughed. "No… I didn't have anyone to use it with. If you didn't know Beck has his own."

I bit my lip. "Will I be able to use it?"

I looked at her and she was blushing. "Ah … If you want to.,.."

"YOu want me to fuck you!" I teased.

"Oh my god Tori," She said and hid her face under the pillow. I straddled her pressing my very wet center against hers. Suddenly the embarrassed tone on her lips turned into an aroused "Fuuck…"

"You like it when I take charge, don't you?" I said because I noticed that she has let me take charge a lot lately. "You want me to be your mami…."

Her lustful blue eyes darkened before she pulled my head to her and she kissed me and we began our morning grind. And even if she didn't stay with me… we did this every morning and every night just like Andre and I always did.

I paced the living room with a colicky AJ one afternoon while the news played in the background. They were talking about a new vaccine for the pandemic. Jade, Mom, Dad, and Beck came over to watch with me. The news mentioned they were starting with older folks for the vaccine and they needed to make appointments. I turned to my parents.

"So, guys, what do you think about getting the vaccine when it's available for older folks like you?" I asked casually, trying not to let the tension of the pandemic get to me.

Mom gave Dad a look, and they seemed to silently agree. "Well, we are getting up there in age, and if it helps protect us and others, it might be a good idea," Mom said.

Dad nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I think it's a sensible thing to do."

Beck and Jade nodded in support. "Sounds like a plan," Beck said.

Jade added, "We'll make sure you both get those appointments when the time comes."

I grinned, feeling relieved. "Thanks, everyone. It's all about keeping our family safe." We continued watching the news, knowing that there was finally a glimmer of hope on the horizon.

Jade

I was returning to work, and "Tawny" had received the green light. I had already started writing the first thirteen scripts for the series, and the production budget had doubled due to pandemic precautions, including PPE and mandatory testing for everyone involved.

As I played the first video for casting, I couldn't help but think about the possibility of creating a bubble for the entire crew, considering what it would entail. Just then, there was a knock at my office door. "Come in," I said as I paused the video. "This girl's a pass…"

Tori walked in with Jayden and AJ on each hip, and they had grown so much in these past months, now four months old and looking like adorable butterballs.

I reached out to take one of the babies since Tori had a bag in her hand. "Auditions."

She handed Jayden to me, and I cradled the baby in my arms. This little one had a particular fondness for breasts, and she immediately settled against my bosom, calming down. Tori couldn't help but smirk. "I know, Jayden. I love them too."

I laughed and playfully smacked Tori's leg. "What's up?"

She held out the bag she had brought. "Happy birthday."

My eyes widened in surprise. I had completely forgotten about my own birthday. Intellectually, I knew it was a week after Andre's, but these days, each day seemed to blend into the next. "Is this for me?"

Tori nodded, her eyes filled with warmth. "Well, it's something for me to wear and for you to enjoy."

A little thrill ran through me. "You can't say those things to me while I'm holding a baby, Tori," I teased.

She laughed and came closer to me. She kissed me softly and slowly. "Tonight, after the family celebrates, I want to whisk you away."

I smiled at her, "Do I have to dress pretty?"

"Yes, The sexier the better," Tori said and took my gift bag back. "I think I'll let you unwrap this later."

I shuddered a bit and sat back in my chair as I watched Tori walk away with AJ. I looked down at the slumbering 4-month-old in my arms. "I don't think I am going to get a whole lot done today. Let's go make Momma Jay Sexy."

I dressed in black lace, slipping into a skin-tight dress that was backless and daringly cut, stopping just above mid-thigh. It covered just enough to maintain my modesty but left a trail of allure in its wake. My hair, recently dyed in a style reminiscent of my high school days, was effortlessly pinned up into a fauxhawk. Makeup, artfully applied, brought a youthful glow to my face, making me look years younger.

Entering the family dining room, I caught Tori's surprised expression. Beck, seated nearby, nudged her playfully.

"Close your mouth, Tor," Beck said with a chuckle.

She quickly composed herself, blushing slightly in response.

I exchanged a knowing look with my husband, who wrapped his arms around me. In a casual tone, he whispered, "Happy birthday; you look amazing."

"Thanks," I replied with a smile, and we continued to enjoy the delectable meal Meghan had prepared. It was a delightful indulgence to have such culinary delights in the comfort of our home. "Mmm, Meghan, you have ascended as my favorite kid."

My daughter-in-law laughed. "Ha! I win!"

"Wait, I didn't know it was a competition," Miri chimed in. "I can cook."

"You cook like your mother," I stated.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Tori interjected, and I turned to face her. My eyes roamed her, taking in her full-on Daddy mode. She wore a tailored suit in purple, no blouse but a studded bra underneath. Her long brown hair had been chopped since I saw it this morning; it was now a stylish shoulder-length bob. Why hadn't I noticed this before? I was momentarily tongue-tied, and Tori smirked as if she realized why I couldn't answer. "But they're right, you're not very good at it."

We all laughed, and I turned my attention to Harry and Meghan. "Harry and Meghan, when the bubble bursts and we're all free to move around the country, you're staying with me."

Harry smiled and kissed the top of my head as he returned to his seat after grabbing a beer from the fridge. "Might have to take you up on that. None of us have made any money here. We're lucky You, Dad, and Tori get residuals from all those streams with people binging your shows and music."

"Oh, Jade," Tori added, "they want to do a Versus with Andre."

"What's that?" I asked.

"The black music community has been holding music battles," Sirrah explained. "But Dad was the only one who was black in that band, Mom."

"Yeah," Tori continued, "but it's the music he created. They want to remember him and the artist because they're not conventional black artists..."

"And they're both dead," I concluded.

"So it will be family and friends participating," Tori said with a nod. "They've been doing it through Zoom, and it's been fun to watch."

"When?" I asked.

"Two weekends from now. I just have to say yes," she replied and then looked at the children. "I think the two of you should do it too."

"Because we're black?" Miri asked.

"Yeah," Tori said. "We need someone to represent your father in the community. Sirrah is famous, but Miri, you're his firstborn. Most of his songs are yours."

I could see tears welling up in the girls' eyes. "Vega's Valentine will be there, but you are going to be there for him."

"It's a tribute," Tori finished.

"Okay," Miri said.

Our date took us to the edge of the estate, where we stood at the cliffside, watching the mesmerizing sunset while huddled together. I couldn't help but feel anticipation bubbling inside me. "So... What's my gift?" I inquired, unable to contain my curiosity.

"I'll let you unwrap it in a second," Tori replied with a mischievous smile.

I couldn't help but notice her attire, and I couldn't resist a playful tease. "You're wearing it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Is that bra a part of it?"

Tori chuckled and gently took my hand, leading me toward some rocks that lined the cliffs. "Did you know there's a hidden place in this backyard?" she asked.

"Really?" I said, intrigued as we followed the rock wall ahead. There was a soft, inviting light just beyond, and we stepped through to discover a grotto. Inside, a chamber awaited us, and it exuded an incredibly romantic ambiance. A king-sized bed, freshly made and adorned with petals, took center stage. "How did you find this?"

"The kids found it," Tori explained, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Our grandchild was apparently conceived here."

I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her comment. "Are you trying to make sure we don't do anything here?"

She burst into laughter, her arms encircling me in a warm embrace. Her lips brushed against the base of my neck, and she whispered, her voice filled with playful suggestiveness, "Are you saying you want to have my baby?"

I felt a mixture of emotions wash over me. Tori's proximity and teasing words made my heart race, but what she suggested was both unexpected and somewhat absurd. "I think we have enough babies," I replied, my tone laced with amusement and a hint of disbelief.

She laughed and pressed herself against me as she continued to kiss my neck. I felt it then. The anticipation for my gift is at the forefront of my mind now. "Do you want to unwrap it now?" she said in a sultry voice.

I nodded and wrapped myself around her, kissing her deeply. She turned me around and pushed me onto the bed. I looked up at her and smiled as she reached down and pulled my pumps off. "YOu are gonna take over?"

"Scoot back," she whispered and kissed me again. She ran her hands up my legs and under my skirt and pulled off my g-string. I gasped as her hands caressed my thighs and I was immediately wet. I leaned back on my elbows and watched as she kissed my thighs.

Was she going to go down on me? She had never done that before. And as she got closer I closed my legs. She looked up at me in question. "Are you sure?"

"I have never wanted to taste anything more in my life," she said and pulled off her jacket. The studded bra accentuated her more voluptuous breasts. I licked my lips. She went back down on her knees and gripped my thighs pulling me closer. She took a deep breath and sighed. "I have been waiting for this all day."

"Oh god," I said, anticipating her mouth on my nether lips and just the thought of it had me edging. Then she took a lick. "Fuck me…"

She did the greatest things for me, and because we were so far away from everyone else, I didn't hold back in my vocalization. Tori moaned and her grip tightened as my body began to move erratically. "God... you're delicious."

I reached out to grip her new short hair. She inserted two fingers inside and I moaned even louder.. "Oh, Love… Kiss me please…" I beg, needing the weight of her body on mine. She disengaged from tonguing and sucking my clit and replaced her mouth with her thumb as she pressed herself against me. My gift pressed against my thigh.

I reached down and unbuttoned her pants, unwrapping my gift. From the strap-on, a formidably sized dong sprung up. "Holy Shit"

"You like?" Tori said, sliding her fingers out of me slowly and placing them into her mouth. "We talked about it that morning, and ordered it when you walked into your office."

She rubbed the shaft along my lips and the thought of her using that on me gave me a mini orgasm. "Fuck oh fuck oh fuck."

"You like when I'm in charge don't you?" She whispered, leaning forward. She kissed me and I could feel the tip of the dong at my entrance. "YOu want me to put it in.?" She asked and I nodded. "I'm sorry baby… where 's that voice you're so good at using?"

"What do you want me to say?" I asked.

"Say… Inside please, I love it when you're in charge." I shifted my hips and the tip went inside and I moaned a bit. "Turns you on, doesn't it?"

"Yes, please inside Love please" and she entered me the moment the words came out of me. And she moaned. She was not expecting the stimulation of having entered me.

"Fuck…" she said, but that was the last thing she said as she began moving inside me. I could tell that she was feeling each stroke and I let go as she pounded me.

After our passionate encounter, we lay tangled together on that bed, our bodies intertwined in the aftermath of our intimacy. I reached through her hair, gently removing a petal that had become stuck there. "I like your hair," I complimented, my fingers tracing the strands that now framed her face.

Tori responded with a pretty smile. "Yeah, I figured I was too old to keep it long."

"Speak for yourself," I teased, my gaze drifting to my own hair, which had become thoroughly tousled during our passionate moments.

Tori chuckled and ran her hands through my longer, disheveled hair. "I love controlling you with yours."

I couldn't help but join in the laughter, my playful threat punctuating our shared amusement. "You tell anyone I'm your bottom, I will kill you," I warned, and we laughed together, the levity momentarily dispelling the intensity of our emotions.

But as our laughter faded, a sense of reality began to settle in. "We better get back to the house," I suggested, a hint of reluctance in my voice. "Um, I'll see you tomorrow?"

Tori regarded me with a thoughtful look, her eyes betraying a mixture of emotions. Eventually, she nodded and gracefully slid out of the bed. "I'm going to wash the petals off my body," she announced, her voice carrying a note of uncertainty.

I sat up and watched her as she stepped into the grotto, the soft light casting an ethereal glow upon her. She avoided my gaze, her gaze fixed on something beyond me. "Can I join?" I asked softly, the desire for her companionship evident in my voice.

She met my request with a warm smile and a nod, her hand reaching out to take mine as I stepped into the grotto. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the raw vulnerability of being without her. "You've been with me for an entire week," I began hesitantly. "I guess Beck should get a turn."

My words hung in the air, laden with unspoken emotions. "Tori..."

"Give me some time," she interrupted gently, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. "I really can share."

"I love you, but I can't ask you to do that for me," I admitted, stepping backward and withdrawing from her embrace. "Beck and I have been talking since the wedding, and we've filed for divorce."

Tori's eyes widened in surprise, and she found her voice amidst the shock. "You've been married for over twenty years! You said divorce was off the table on that day. I was there," she protested.

I nodded, my gaze lowered to the ground as I spoke with a sense of sadness. "Yes, Tori, I remember. But Helena and he are getting pretty serious, and she was never really that into sharing. Close quarters have made it even more... challenging."

Tori moved to sit beside me, her expression filled with a mixture of concern and empathy. "How do you feel?" she asked softly.

"I'm sad," I confessed, shaking my head. "But since you became more than my best friend, he has become mine."

Tori's own emotions seemed to be in turmoil, but she didn't hesitate to offer her support. "I'm conflicted."

I couldn't hold back my emotions any longer and hugged her tightly, my voice trembling as I spoke. "I can't lose you, Tori."

Her response was simple and heartfelt. "I love you."