0 comments/ 8856 views/ 3 favorites The Biography of Jessica By: BrettJ JJ Vaughn sat on the shore of Zuma Beach and took in the beauty of the early morning. It promised to be a lovely day as it was not too warm and a light breeze was blowing by. The sun was already out and some people had walked by, nodding at her as they passed. JJ wondered if any of them recognized her. If they had, they had all been polite enough not to cause a fuss. Dressed the way she was now, she really wasn't "JJ Vaughn" anyway. The tiny, form-fitting white bikini had been a gift from Dennis for use in their pool. He had told JJ it would look great on her, but Dennis, being Dennis, believed that anything looked good on JJ. For the handsome, sandy-haired author, it had been love at first sight when he had met JJ. JJ hadn't been too far behind him – she figured it out about a week later. The friendly, considerate neighbor was the man that she had been looking for all of her life. Once the minor obstacles had been removed from their path, a romance had blossomed. Dennis was the most supportive partner any woman could ever have hoped for, not an easy task, given JJ's career choice. She got up and went for a stroll, as she still had an hour before having to report to work. She felt the heart-shaped pendant between her breasts, her first meaningful gift from Dennis. It had touched her deeply and JJ promised to never take it off. She had kept that promise, no matter where you saw JJ Vaughn; the pendant was in plain sight. It was a constant reminder to her that she had finally been confident enough to give away her heart. Despite her falling in love with Dennis Forrest, trust had been another matter completely. JJ had been burned in the past – in fact, burned so badly that she should have taken out fire insurance. There was one factor Dennis had going for him that put him head and shoulders above all the rest. He knew all about Jessica Swan, he had known since the very beginning and he accepted it. He took it at face value and furthermore, he didn't try to change her. Dennis didn't want a partner that did only what he wanted her to do, he let JJ be herself and live the life she led by her own rules. All he wanted from JJ was to be a part of that life and once she wrapped her head around that fact, all was well. JJ Vaughn was Jessica Swan and the two were one. One could not exist without the other. Dennis had known that from the get-go and he had been fine with that. That was all the proof JJ would ever need, all the evidence that this man was the man. The one-in-a-million man that would be her man, her partner. After all, how many men could have - would have – accepted the fact that the woman sharing their life and their bed was one of the world's most successful porn stars? Oh sure, JJ had dated as "Jessica Swan" before and those men wanted to date a porn star. They mistakenly assumed that she was "Jessica" 24-7 and in those days, JJ let them live out that dream. It had grown old and tiresome very quickly. That wasn't the case with Dennis. He liked JJ and he liked Jessica. He could differentiate between the two. Nor had he ever been disingenuous about knowing. He had never once used her secret against her. He protected her privacy and let her be herself. She knew that this guy was a keeper and so, she sunk her claws in deep. She even made a decision that once would have been anathema to her – she moved in with her boyfriend and leased her house. Of course, as her house was next door, she didn't have far to go, but the decision was so daunting, it felt as if it might have been a thousand mile journey. One of her "co-workers" needed a new place after a miserable split with her boyfriend. It worked in JJ's favor to have the friend lease her place and she gave Brooke a great deal. It meant a lot to her to have her best friend living close by. Of course, one of the plusses was the fact that BD – "before Dennis" – Brooke had been a "friend with benefits". Brooke and Dennis hit it off like a house on fire and that comforted the once-insecure JJ a great deal. She wanted two of the most important people in her life to like each other. As a matter of fact, JJ picked up on it right away. Brooke and Dennis were attracted to each other. Brooke didn't even try to hide that fact and to his credit, neither did Dennis. Her boyfriend seemed to be totally without guile. He flirted with the Taiwanese / Japanese beauty shamelessly while not neglecting his girlfriend for a single minute. JJ got the impression that had she not been in the picture, Brooke and Dennis would be an item and would likely have slept together on their first date. Brooke confirmed JJ's feelings. "If you ever are insane enough to break up with that man, I might just have to forget the no-poaching rule," Brooke grinned as they prepared coffee and dessert in Dennis' small kitchen. "He's one of the most charming men I have ever met and I don't even think he's trying." JJ smiled and nodded, there wasn't even a trace of green in her dark, brown eyes. She wanted JJ and Dennis to like each other and they did. She had even offered her BFF a suggestion as to what to wear, a tight black leather dress that accented each of Brooke's best features and the black stilettos that JJ had given her for her 30th birthday. Brooke looked edible, even better than the strawberry shortcake JJ had made for dessert. As for JJ herself, her silver dress and heels looked great with her tan. Confidently, she knew that her man was with the two best-looking women in LA that night. The two women served dessert, shamelessly flirting with Dennis as they served him bites of his food. For JJ, it was a wonderful night and she felt at peace and at home for the first time since she was 18. She saw Brooke's smiling face beaming at Dennis. Her girlfriend was a vision in black and she didn't think her boyfriend had ever looked so rugged and handsome in tan slacks and an expensive tailored shirt. Unbidden, her mind went to images of Brooke and Dennis making love. JJ felt her cheeks flush at the thought. She knew both of them intimately and so, she knew they would fit together. Brooke would be a challenge to Dennis and he liked aggressive women. There was nothing at all passive about JJ and Dennis' shoulders had the scratches to prove it. Once the couple got past making love, they turned up the heat and switched to all-out fucking. JJ would have liked to have seen that kind of heat between Brooke and Dennis. Perhaps when she went away on location for her newest film, she would suggest to Brooke that she seduce Dennis, invite him over for dinner and "dessert". Of course, just so there were no misunderstandings, she would let her man know it was a-okay with her with her if he wanted to sleep with Brooke. She didn't own him and he was so secure with himself that her fucking other men on film didn't threaten his relationship with her. Another wicked thought crossed JJ's mind – perhaps she could convince Brooke to film her tryst with Dennis? She knew that Brooke would be up for it, but would Dennis? As the three of them shared after-dinner drinks, JJ found that she just could not filter the images of Dennis and Brooke having sex from her mind. She knew that her best friend would show Dennis a few tricks and she also knew that Dennis would prove a capable surprise to Brooke. He held up well against the porn studs that they were used to and was an imaginative lover. The more that the ash-blonde beauty thought about it, the more that she wanted for that to happen. Not just for Brooke or for Dennis, but for her own illicit thrill as well. She wanted the delicious thrill of hearing both of them telling her of the experience and comparing notes. It would be so decadent that JJ knew that she was going to scheme to make it happen. She poured herself another glass of wine and then, another. JJ had a nice little buzz going as she watched her lovers interact. A different thought then flitted through JJ's mind, something that was almost a given in the adult world, yet something she had not done in her private life. That was the way to go. "You've had a lot to drink," she said to Brooke with a tipsy giggle. "I think that you had better stay the night." Brooke looked at her friend as if she had gone completely out of her mind. "Don't be ridiculous, I live next door," she stated before her slightly-fogged mind clued in and she grinned. "Jess, you're acting crazy, why should she have to stay the night?" Dennis asked her. "Men, they can be so obtuse," JJ sighed as her friend giggled with merriment. "Baby, I'm asking Brooke to stay the night – but I don't mean for sleeping," she told him. "In fact, I rather doubt that there will be much sleeping going on at all," she grinned and winked back at the delighted Brooke. "Are you saying ...?" "Brooke's been a good and loyal friend and she's a total pistol in the bedroom," JJ told her man. He knew that Jessica and Brooke had several sexual moments together; there were no secrets between them. "She's been dying to fuck you and I think you've earned a perk, lover. Of course, I want to be there to watch and maybe choreograph the thing," JJ teased him. Dennis' grin told of his own happiness at her scheme. Tonight he was going to bed with Jessica Swan and her hottest on-screen partner. He would be enjoying his own, porn-fueled fantasy. The women were already two steps ahead of him, almost literally. They were climbing the stairs and holding each other's hands. JJ could not believe it but it was true – Brooke was actually nervous! She gave her friend a reassuring pat on the derriere. "Why are you so nervous?" JJ asked. "We've done loads of threesomes before on screen." "That's just it, in a nutshell," Brooke told her. "On screen with other actors – never in real life! This man is the most important thing in the world to you and you're important to me – I don't want to screw this up and jeopardize our friendship." JJ laughed because that was so like Brooke to worry about idle nothings. "Not going to happen," she told Brooke. "You're important to me too and besides, you know what a voyeuristic slut I am," she grinned evilly. "Believe you me, I'm going to get off watching you fuck my man and I know the two of us can totally rock his world." "True that," Brooke smiled, relaxing a lot. "I must admit that a man has never left my bedroom complaining." "Or a woman, if I know you," JJ teased and gave Brooke a final, reassuring hug before they entered the bedroom where it would all take place. JJ saw the small flutter of nervousness cross Brooke's face as Dennis entered the boudoir. This would not do. Since moving in together, JJ and her lover had made this room intimate and sensual. She adjusted the dimmer switches while Dennis turned out some soft and sensual music. JJ drew Brooke to her and instead of the movements they made while dancing for a crowd, they moved in a slow and intimate, highly erotic fashion. Dennis watched them in rapt fascination and no sign of guile crossed his strong, masculine features. He was letting the women set the pace and he was a passenger in their love taxi. Their hands joined together as they danced across the room, all intentions were to have arousal felt by all participants. Dennis made no overt moves, he didn't even remove an article of clothing. The two beauties were the ringmasters – ringmistresses – for this circus of carnality. Jessica felt her love for this wonderful, unique man grow with every passing minute. He had made no moves to influence them, to interfere with their seduction. He seemed confident and secure enough in himself to know that the signals he would receive would be loud and clear. It certainly didn't hurt that they peppered their dancing with sexy, slow moves that would have brought a statue to life. Dennis sat on the bed and watched with a satisfied smile. He didn't focus on either woman too much, knowing this night in particular was something unique and special. Everyone was going to bring something into the bed and enhance if for the others. Sure, he was horny and could have jumped Brooke and JJ at that moment, but he held back, knowing the rewards would be far greater if he did. He looked at the two beauties and marveled at his good fortune. Either one of them would have been an accomplishment, being here with both was nothing short of a miracle. Dennis thought he had better stay out of high-stakes poker games, because he had likely used up his last shred of good luck being with Brooke and JJ. He still found it unfathomable that Brooke was attracted to him, yet she kept shooting him surreptitious glances and she and JJ shared kisses. He had seen his lady-love exchange warm kisses with other friends and co-stars, but the soft, supple lips that blended with JJ's were so incredibly facile. Whenever they kissed or touched, the two women almost seemed to meld into one incredible mix of beauty. JJ was smart enough to keep her cool, she had all of this planned out, even though the thought itself had been on the fly. She saw the time on the clock radio and walked herself and Brooke to the bed, stretching out as they removed their outerwear. Dennis had to compose himself, because their underwear was decadent and made for only one thing – a chance to fuck with total abandon. Jessica studied the expression of her mate's handsome features. Despite her kissing and touching Brooke sensually, he paid rapt attention to both women and every little action bespoke the adoration he held for JJ. Even with two beautiful women in his bedroom and ready to service his erotic whims, with words unspoken, he let JJ know that she was the focal point of his love. He didn't have to speak, it all seemed to come from him without anything more than smiles and eye contact. No, he wasn't ignoring Brooke and her beauty, he was enjoying the sensual tableau unfolding in the room, he just seemed to silently acknowledge his own good fortune. JJ Vaughn and Jessica Swan, Dennis was the first person who had ever understood that they were two halves of the same coin. One could not have survived without the other, at least not now. The young women tumbled about the bed and JJ watched her girlfriend admire Dennis' handsome masculinity. He was almost beautiful in his way, if a man could be described as such. JJ felt a pang of delight as she realized that Brooke was doing nothing whatsoever without JJ's say so. Until JJ gave the word, Brooke was hanging back and letting JJ call the shots. Her lips were only focused on JJ right now, touching and nuzzling the ash-blonde's smooth skin and sending her into different zones of pleasure. Dennis' eyes never once left the women that were writhing around his bed in total lesbian abandon. He was a bit frightened that if he blinked, he would miss some crucial point in their heated lovemaking. He had seen his JJ make love to women on camera, but this was real and so much sexier. The two beauties weren't acting or making screen moans or playing to the camera. They were into each other and he knew, when they were ready, they'd be swarming all over him like ants on honey. Dennis fought to keep his composure, as difficult as that might have been. He knew that once invited, he would have no regrets about holding back. There were two sets of arms that suddenly captured Dennis and dragged him into bed. "We got tired of waiting," Brooke said with a hearty laugh. "Jessica already knows the package, but I want a preview," she said to Dennis as her friend and lover began helping her undress the pleased recipient of the evening's bacchanalia. "I don't suppose I have any say in the matter?" Dennis retorted, playing along with the game. Both beautiful women shook their heads in response. "The stud service will supply whatever if necessary for his clientele in whatever manner they see fit," JJ grinned as she tugged off his pants and boxers. Brooke had already bared his top half and a glint in her almond eyes revealed that despite her knowledge of Dennis' "attribute", he had exceeded her expectations. Some of the co-stars she and Jessica had performed with did not match up to Dennis' physical attributes. In an unconscious gesture, Brooke licked her lips as she surveyed Dennis' prone form. She was certain that Dennis could perform. It wouldn't be like Jess to keep him around if he couldn't. Dennis was watching JJ and Brooke reach out for each other and touch with a vested interest. The skimpy garments they had been wearing were now gone, all that remained were high heels and naughty smiles. Heels were a passion that JJ and Brooke shared and Dennis was glad that he had lots of closet space. Her collection took up a lot of space. "Silly man, get over here and fuck us," Jessica commanded impishly, her hands on her hips. "No one's going to send you an engraved invitation. Brooke, you can have his cock, I'll ride his face and start things off." Brooke was astonished at Dennis' cock, some of her co-stars didn't measure up to him. Her ex-husband certainly didn't. With a bit of ego, she began sucking his cock. She knew that her best friend was the better fuck, but oral was her forte. From the moans and groans that Dennis was uttering into JJ's pussy, that belief still seemed to stand the test of time. Jessica thrilled to Dennis' tongue and felt a slight tremor of relief. She had been almost certain that her man would be able to take care of two women, yet there was still a bit of trepidation on her part. True to the confidence she had in him, Dennis was performing up to what was needed. When she removed herself from his face, it glistening with her juices, she smiled at Brooke as they all moved about a bit. She gave Brooke a peck on the lips, tasting Dennis as she did. "What do you think?" She grinned at the Asian lovely. "Holy fuck, he's hung like a mule," Brooke whispered back. "How did you ever get used to that?" "Practice," JJ admitted honestly. She lined herself up at the front of the bed and turned her head. "You're going to eat my pussy while Dennis fucks you like a whore. I know how much you like being fucked like a slut, baby," she teased Brooke. No matter how many times they had sex, JJ was still one of the few women who knew every little button to push to start Brooke's motor. Whether it was with JJ or Jessica, the lanky blonde could manipulate her friend into gut-wrenching orgasms and she knew tonight would be no different. Brooke got on all fours, arched her back and wiggled her ass at Dennis in open invitation. While she was doing that, she clamped her mouth to JJ's dripping cunt. She'd be damned if she would be the only howling slut in the room. Jessica's moans were almost immediate and the thrill of seeing her personal stud fucking another woman was driving her mad with desire. Brooke's tongue was so slithery and snaky and hit all the right spots and she watched in heat as her man drilled deep into Brooke's tight pussy. This threesome was turning out to be everything she had hoped that it would be. "Oh yeah bitch, eat my pussy, eat my fucking cunt," Jessica / JJ howled. At that moment, she herself wasn't sure who was in the bedroom with the other two. "God, we're such sluts and lucky ones at that. Is he fucking you good, baby girl?" "Oh yeah, so good, so deep, so hard, he's fucking my pussy, that's it Dennis, fuck the pussy," Brooke howled also. Dennis hadn't said a word, but that was okay with his girls. Right now, what mattered to them was actions and he was on top of everything. While he pounded Brooke the way she had said she wanted, his eyes continued to look at his lady. Despite the experience of fucking a totally new pussy, he had not lost sight of Jessica and her pleasures. "Mother of God, what a stallion," Brooke muttered under her breath, although JJ caught the comment and grinned. Her girlfriend's tongue was doing due diligence on her pussy and she had already cum twice. Dennis' fucking was doing the trick, everyone was where they needed to be. His thick cock looked even more massive as it moved in and out of Brooke's needy pussy and JJ was glad that she had "first dibs" on it. The Biography of Jessica Ch. 02 Had he not seen the number on the call display, Dennis might well have let the call simply go to voicemail. He was exhausted and every inch of his body hurt – although it hurt in a very good way. "Hi honey," Dennis said to the caller as he tried to keep the exhaustion from showing up in his voice. "It's great to hear from you. Where are you?" "I'm about 20 minutes away and I can't wait to see my guy," Jessica's voice came across the cordless phone, loud and clear. "I just hope that so-called best friend of mine left some of you for me." "How the heck does she always know?" Brooke asked as she rolled over in bed. Yelling out, she said to Jessica "Hey bitch, it was your idea for me to keep him company, remember?" "So other women wouldn't lead him astray, I didn't suggest that you ruin him for me," Jessica teased back. There was no jealousy between the two women, only implicit trust. Jessica hadn't wanted her husband "doing without" while she was away filming her latest project. Brooke was only too happy to play "fill in wife" because she adored Dennis almost as much as she adored Jessica. The three of them were family – a crazy, somewhat-incestuous family, but a family they were. "How did the shoot go?" Brooke wanted to ask. "What about the new girl? Was she as cute as Brad promised?" Dennis laughed to himself, loving the interplay between his wife and their lover. There were often times when the two girls would get together and almost forget he was there. The loving banter between them always made him smile. "Oh God, the new girl," Jessica sighed over the phone. "You had to see her babes, skin like chocolate and that body ... why do we always do this?" She laughed as she recognized the pattern she and Brooke often got into. "I'll tell you about her later, is my husband still conscious?" "Barely," Dennis joked. "So, the new film turned out okay?" "You'll love it," Jessica told him. "I enjoyed making a girls-only film, I hadn't made one of those in a while." "Don't I love all of your films?" Dennis smiled. "There isn't a woman on film that is as sexy as my gorgeous JJ." "Sure, sure," Jessica continued with their banter. He was one of the few people in the world who experienced the real woman hidden underneath the glam of "Jessica Swan". Dennis had fallen in love with JJ Vaughn and Jessica had been a happy bonus. "Then why do you keep falling into bed with my best friend? If I hadn't called, I'm sure I would have come home and found you fucking the shit out of her." JJ wouldn't have minded that, in actuality. She would have simply stripped out of her clothes and jumped in between them. "Oh darling, sweetie," Dennis teased, really laying it on thick. "I know that I shouldn't, but you know Brooke. She needs it so bad and she keeps coming over in these really slutty clothes ..." Brooke squealed and hit him with a pillow while he continued talking to his wife. They all knew that Brooke was a clotheshorse and thankfully, the studios often let her keep some of her wardrobe. Had they not, Brooke might well have gone broke because she lived to shop for shoes, lingerie and the shortest skirts and dresses known to man. "I'll be home soon and I will expect a proper welcome," Jessica told him with a mock-stern tone to her voice. Dennis felt happy to know he would see his wife soon. Despite how much he cared for Brooke, it had been love at first sight when he met JJ. He hadn't played coy and acted like he "discovered" her life as Jessica Swan, porn star. He knew right away and he told her so. It made her trust him all the more and the relationship blossomed. Brooke had seen it right away, she told JJ to hold on to this guy. "He's 100% real," she counseled JJ. In fact, Brooke liked Dennis so much that the twosome was, more often than not, a threesome. Dennis knew that he had time to take a quick shower and wash the aroma of sex from his body. "I'll clean up a bit and change the sheets," Brooke told him. "Damn – if she was further away, I'd join you. You know how much I love shower sex!" That was true – they all did. Dennis hugged Brooke and she gave him quick peck on the cheek as he ran off to shower and change for Jessica's homecoming. Brooke puttered about the kitchen, getting a cheesecake from the freezer and making coffee. She wasn't going to stay because she knew that Jessica would need alone time with Dennis, even if she insisted otherwise. With their years of friendship, the two besties could almost read each other's thoughts. Brooke also didn't want Jessica questioning her about Blake Young, as she didn't think that she could answer those questions just yet. When she heard Jessica pull up in the driveway, Brooke called up to Dennis. He yelled back that he would be right down. Jessica entered a minute or so later, all smiles, obviously happy to be home. She hugged her best friend and tried to convince Brooke to stay for coffee, with no success. "You need a reminder as to why you married that handsome stud of yours," Brooke smiled as she headed for the front door. Jessica swatted Brooke's derriere playfully. "Okay, but if you don't have this gorgeous ass of yours back in our bed tomorrow, I'm going to come looking for you – and I'll spank you for being disobedient," she grinned. "Has someone forgotten that I like getting spanked?" Brooke retorted. "Do I ever forget anything having to do with sex?" Jessica shot back. "Come to think of it, no," Brooke laughed as she closed the door behind her. She saw Dennis coming into the room and gave her best friends their privacy. Dennis grabbed Jessica around her waist and spun her around as she squealed with delight. "Happy to be home, babe?" Dennis asked as he put her down. "Yes, very much so," Jessica looked at him with adoration showing in her beautiful brown eyes. Every time he looked at her, Dennis had to remind himself that he was the luckiest man on the planet. How he had snagged someone as unique and wonderful as his JJ was a mystery to him. He saw that she was glowing, she always had a look about her after completing a film. She had once explained to him that making a movie always exorcised some of her demons. "I fuck them away," she once said with a laugh. Watching Jessica on screen was indeed similar to watching a professional athlete. She had an energy about her when she was fucking, girl or guy. Her loving husband always had a remarkable time ready for her when she came home. It was yet another part of Jessica that made her unique – after a number of weeks having some of the wildest sex imaginable, she came home even hornier than when she had left. "I want to make love to the people I love," she told him and Brooke together. Dennis and Brooke understood that completely, they might have been the only two who did. To Jessica, her husband and girlfriend represented home and stability. Prior to Dennis, that was a word that Jessica understood not at all. "Let's go upstairs," Jessica said eagerly. "I have some ideas ..." "Whoa gorgeous, slow down," Dennis laughed. When she returned home, she was always like a horny teenager, nothing else mattered but getting into bed and fucking like rabbits. Affecting a fey persona, he lisped "Besides darling, my hair's still wet." Jessica laughed, her usual melodious way as her husband added "I see that our little playmate has made coffee and she bought that cheesecake you like," he told her. "You've been traveling for a few hours, aren't you hungry?" Jessica hadn't been until she saw the coffee and cheesecake. After that, she was ravenous. "No fair using my appetite against me, you rat. Okay, pour me a coffee and cut me a tiny slice – no, make that a big slice, I worked it off – of the cheesecake and come and keep your poor, neglected wifey company." He did as she asked, but kept teasing her. "You, Mrs. Forrest, are neither poor and you certainly are not neglected," he said as her brought her coffee to the table. "If I ever was insane enough to leave you, there'd be a lineup of admirers for blocks." "Oh, maybe I'd have to get police protection," Jessica kept up the banter. "I always did a thing for a man – or woman – in uniform, you know?" Dennis nodded and sat down beside her, taking her hand in his, just happy to be able to touch her again. He did know, he knew everything. "God, you're gorgeous, Mrs. Forrest," he almost sighed. "It is so good to have you home again." "It's good to be home," Jessica smiled as she took a mouthful of Brooke's wonderful coffee. It was one of Dennis' few failings, he couldn't make decent coffee, so she or Brooke always made it. "You don't look so bad yourself, Mister Forrest," she grinned happily. Many modern women did not take their husband's last names and Jessica was the exception. Although she continued to be Jessica Swan professionally and kept her marriage somewhat-secret, she loved being Mrs. Forrest and all their "other" friends referred to her that way. JJ Vaughn was very happy to be JJ Forrest because a tiny part of her had never believed she would be Mrs. anything. Dennis didn't know she knew that he felt he wasn't worthy and there was no truth – none at all – to those thoughts. He was everything she had ever wanted in a partner and so much more. When Dennis proposed to her, she kept her composure but a large part of her wanted to break out crying from happiness. Her husband had given her everything she treasured and she was holding on with all of her might. "Did you even take a breath between bites?" He asked as he looked at her empty plate. The first few bites of her favorite dessert had been wonderful and after that, the memory was vague. She had been on auto-pilot, just thinking about how happy she was to be back in her home - their home. JJ had never been a "they" before. She couldn't imagine life as a single woman any longer. She felt as if her husband and Brooke had filled in the missing pieces of the jigsaw puzzle of her life. "I'm going to get fat," Jessica groaned as he gave her a second helping and poured her more coffee. "I can see it now – 'Has success ruined Jessica Swan?' and 'Jessica Swan – more like Jessica Flock of Seagulls', that's what the trades will say," she said, although not refusing the second helping. "I'd love you at any size," Dennis said, squeezing her hand and look right at her. There wasn't any hint of deception, no little white lie to be found in his words. He meant it and she knew that. This was the guy who stood by you through everything. He took his wedding vows seriously. "So, the shoot went well?" Dennis asked as he poured his own coffee. She smiled and nodded, stretching out her legs on purpose, making sure he remembered what was ready any time he was. "Yes, very well," Jessica responded. "It's a nice little story, a girl finds love with one of her best friends. The new girl – her name is Jaclyn – God Dennis, what a hot chocolate beauty," she gushed. "I almost didn't want the filming to end, I haven't had such chemistry with another girl since my last film with Miss Hot Pants Neighbor," she joked. "Oh no, don't you dare!" Dennis kept up with his wife. "I have trouble enough with you and Brooke, I don't need another woman putting me in an early grave!" "Have you heard any complaints from Brooke or me?" Jessica smiled as she punched him gently in the shoulder. "Babe, she might be worth an early death, believe me! As soon as she's done with her last scene, I'll invite her to dinner. Hmm – maybe we need to get you started on vitamins and a few extra laps in the poo ..." Jessica never quite finished because her husband planted one on her right there and then. "Was I babbling?" Jessica smiled after they broke the kiss. Her husband shook his head. "No, but I thought perhaps it was time to remind you that we happen to be alone at the moment," he told her. "No neighbors or other distractions. If you're finished with your dessert and coffee, put them in the dishwasher and meet me upstairs," he winked. Jessica smiled at his comment, knowing she had married one of the few men in existence who was more of a neat freak than she was. She did as Dennis requested and grabbed the surprise she had brought home with her and almost bounded up the stairs to their bedroom. Dennis was stretched out on the bed, gorgeous and almost naked. He still had an amazing body, some of Jessica's co-stars could have taken a page from his play book. "Hey," he commented as Jessica wheeled one of her suitcases into the room. "I could have helped you up with that or why couldn't it have waited?" "I didn't want to ruin the surprise," Jessica winked at him as she and the suitcase went into the en-suite bathroom. As she was about to close the door, Dennis couldn't resist a bit more teasing. "And, will I like this surprise?" He asked. "If you don't, I'll suspect you're an impostor," she laughed as she closed the door behind her. He heard some rustling around and a few minutes later, his wife opened the door. Once again, Dennis thanked God that he had married this woman. "Okay. First - wow! Second – where did you get that?" Dennis asked Jessica as she emerged from the bathroom. Wearing a black merry widow, expensive black silk stockings and six-inch stiletto heels, she looked positively nasty in a very good way. "From the film," Jessica said to Dennis as she strutted her stuff. "We came in under budget and the director – you'd like her too, she is hot – said I could keep the wardrobe. Like?" She asked as she did a small pirouette. "You know the answer to that, you amazingly sexy bitch," Dennis said as he reached out for her. She teasingly stayed just out of range. "God, if you aren't the sexiest woman on earth, I don't know who is!" "Then aren't you the lucky boy then," Jessica smiled as she leaned over and returned his kiss of earlier. "You just happened to be smart enough to ask me to marry you." "Smartest thing I ever did in my life," Dennis smiled as Jessica perched on the side of their bed. "Smartest thing I ever did was saying yes, Mister Forrest," Jessica said as she placed the palm of her hand on his broad chest. "I think I agree with you, Mrs. Forrest," he chuckled as he pulled her close and on top of him. Dennis thought that he could look at her thousands of times and still want one more look at the stellar beauty he had married. She absolutely made sex an event. Even her makeup and earrings were done so that she would look hot for their bout of lovemaking. Even though they were about to get messy, she loved getting hot for her husband. On top of Dennis, Jessica pondered her next move. Should she indulge in a bit of sixty-nine or just spoil him and give him a world-class blowjob? She'd been away for a while, although she doubted with Brooke next door if Dennis had gone without. Tonight, she decided she wanted to get and give, so she spun her body around. She could see that her guy was taking her all in and that always made her feel good. When she took the time to primp and prepare, Dennis noticed and usually made a suitable comment. He knew what a woman wanted to hear and he said those things. "You're my personal stud," Jessica told her husband. "You'll fuck me however I like and whenever I like," she said, getting into the role-play. Dennis had a face full of pussy, so he didn't say much in the way of objection. Besides that, any sane man would have agreed to her terms in a heartbeat. The young marrieds knew each other's hot spots by now and it didn't take long for them to go for the gold. Jessica's lovers had been numerous in the intervening years, many of them better endowed than her husband and almost as many had been "professionals". Not a one of them could heat her up like Dennis could. He seemed to have the key that unlocked her body's full potential. When she was in bed with Dennis, it was always game on. She had, quite literally, fucked her husband to a frazzle on numerous occasions. What made their marriage work was the fact that he was quite capable of doing it to her as well. After a few cums on both sides of the fence, Jessica jumped up from the bed. It was an action that puzzled Dennis, but he knew something was up. Jessica never neglected them and he could hear her rustling around in the bathroom again. He just relaxed in bed and waited for the inevitable and wonderful outcome. When he heard a rustling noise coming from the bathroom, Dennis turned his head in that direction. The blonde bombshell standing in the door to the bathroom was a delight. It appeared as if Dennis was in for a very wild evening indeed! A "cheerleader" was standing there, replete with Pom Poms. Her cheerleading outfit wasn't quite standard and he knew that because Jessica had actually been a cheerleader and he'd seen photos of his wife in her uniform. This one was a bit tighter than regulation and the skirt was a lot shorter. She was also missing one crucial piece of clothing – her pussy was totally on display. "You scored the big touchdown today, Dennis," Jessica purred as she sauntered towards the bed, extra emphasis on her wiggle. "You remember what I promised you?" Dennis knew his wife well enough by now to pick up on her clue. "Yeah baby, I sure do," he grinned wickedly. "I get to do anything I want, isn't that it?" "Uh-huh, lover, that's it!" Jessica said, playing the role of horny teenage cheerleader. "I bet I know what it is you want to do, you're such a perv!" There was one sexual activity that Jessica saved solely for her husband. Yes, she had done it onscreen before, but not since marrying Dennis. Her gorgeous and perfect ass was his and his alone. She had never actually enjoyed anal while performing, but on their honeymoon, she had promised Dennis any and all parts of her. When his wonderful prick slid up her anal passage, she almost went berserk! Dennis' cock was the perfect one for ass fucking and she made him do it again. Lest the novelty wear off, they now saved it for special occasions, such as this one. Jessica flounced around the room, shaking her body and Pom Poms, acting giddy – which she sort-of was. She knew it was silly to act like such a goofy schoolgirl, but Dennis owned her in his own way. Sex with him was the best because she was head-over-heels in love with this wonderful man. "If you don't get your ass in here, I'm going to have to do what I did to Tommy Monaghan earlier today," Dennis played along. "Oh, you're going to tackle me, are you?" Jessica teased. "I don't think so, you'd have to catch me." Jessica "ran" from her husband, who jumped up from bed and "caught" her, tackling her to the floor and raining kisses down on her. She hoped that Dennis didn't see her tearing up, but she couldn't help it. He made her happy every day and she knew he adored her just as much. No marriage is perfect, but theirs was darned close! Jessica felt herself being scooped up in her husband's arms and placed on the bed. She laughed as she bounced a bit and then felt herself heat up as he joined her. He was almost as rugged as a football player, but she knew he would be gentle. Their foreplay was sensual and romantic, although what would come next would be a bit rough and kinky. Jessica was soaked from all the oral sex and didn't need lube, but Dennis took precautions and used some anyway. He got in behind Jessica and let his cock enter her anal cavity slowly. "Fuck me harder, you sonofabitch!" Jessica hissed. It meant that his wife was ready to get down to business, so he did as he was told. Once his bride got into this mood, you didn't mess around. She could be a demanding whore, yet another thing he loved about her. There were so many facets to JJ Vaughn / Jessica Swan that Dennis didn't ever think he would discover them all. He wasn't too concerned because he had an entire lifetime to try. The Biography of Jessica Ch. 02 "Fuck it, fuck my slutty ass, give it to me, you handsome football stud," Jessica cursed. It sure didn't hurt their fantasy life to have a porn star for a wife (and another for a next door neighbor) because Jessica could keep the fantasy going from beginning to end and she had a vivid imagination. In the early days of their sex play, Dennis would sometimes forget himself, but practice made almost perfect and now he rarely lost his place. Right now, he was banging her for all he was worth. Some couples might not have thought that they were being too romantic, but when JJ was in a mood like this, romance went straight out the door. She wanted fucking and had married a man who could provide it. "You're mine," JJ groaned as her husband fucked her precisely the way she wanted to be fucked – like his whore! "I know all those other cheerleader bitches wanted to fuck you, but I got to you first!" "Good, because you were the one I had my eye on," Dennis continued their game as he held on to her hips and kept pumping her. "Why settle for second-best if the first prize is available?" In his own odd way, Dennis meant that. He'd been with other women, but Jessica was so far above them, it was unimaginable to him that he might have to go back. Even Brooke, who they both adored, did not suit him the way that Jessica did. Had either of them been religious, JJ and Dennis would have considered the other heaven-sent. Both were spiritual, however, and both thought in their own way that the universe had aligned to bring two lonely souls together. Once again, just before climax – his, not hers – Jessica jumped up from the bed and ran out of the room. When she reappeared, this change was the most drastic of the night. Jessica's signature look, her long blonde hair, was gone. It was tucked under what Dennis could only assume was a very sexy, short red wig. Her lingerie was white and filmy and she had on sexy white high heels. Even her makeup was different, she looked like a totally different woman. Before Dennis could even speak her name, JJ was at his bedside – he guessed. "Name is Vicca," Jessica said with what Dennis thought was her attempt – a very good one – at a Russian accent. "My good friend JJ told me that her husband is good fuck. Told me that I could borrow you for a while. We fuck now, yes?" Dennis laughed at his gorgeous wife. Had he not known every square inch of her body so well, he might have been fooled. You had to give Jessica her due, she could play any role convincingly. "You don't mind that I'm cheating on my wife by having sex with you?" He teased. "Is not cheating if other person knows about it," the sexy "Vicca" said in her different voice. She was playing this role to the hilt and had even donned hazel-colored contact lenses. "Jessica says you are good fuck – I need good fuck. Let us not waste time," she smiled as she crawled into bed with Dennis. She took immediate action by grabbing for his cock. He was still so turned on that he thought here merest touch might set him off, but "Vicca" proved him wrong. She had changed her style and even the way that she was touching Dennis was not the same. It would have been hard to explain, but Vicca and JJ were stylistically different people. Vicca was being a bit more aggressive and demanding as she sucked him, she also used her tongue a bit more and whirled it around from tip to base. The sole similarity between his wife and her "friend" was that neither one of them was about to let him cum. "Please to be eating my pussy," Vicca smiled. "Last boyfriend would not do that." "Selfish prick," Dennis commented. "So, what did you do about it?" "Called KGB," Vicca said, keeping only the slightest of smiles on "her" face. "Had him sent to Siberia." That little joke almost made Dennis lose his concentration, although he knew that would have been okay with his wife. She didn't mind laughter in the bedroom, although Dennis had once made a joke about "pointing and laughing" that sent her into hysterics. Vicca was now on top of her "friend's" husband and grinding her body on top of him. She was rolling her hips and grunting for more, and oddly, speaking in Russian. Dennis had no idea that his wife even knew any Russian. Her body was now slamming against his and he was the closest to orgasm he had been that night. This Russian beauty was putting the entirety of herself into the sex. She was raunchy and driven, her hands moved almost independently of her body as they stroked and caressed her love. Finally, she announced "You may cum!" Vicca said, granting him her permission. "Cum in my hot, tight pussy and fill me with your thick, white seed!" Dennis sure hoped she meant it, because he was at the point of no return. His mind went blank and he came and then – he was out like a light. When he finally came to, Jessica was sitting beside him. She looked like his wife once more, her hair was hanging loose again and she was wearing the filmy white negligee he had given her for their honeymoon. She handed Dennis a cup of coffee, which he accepted gratefully. "She outfucked you!" JJ said to her husband as she sipped on her own cup of coffee. "I'm going to have to have a word with that bitch and find out how she did it! I should be the only one outdoing my man!" Dennis laughed. Okay, if that was the way JJ wanted to play it, he'd go along with the game. No matter what JJ wanted or needed, he was always going to make sure that she got it. Although he had to admit to himself, his motivations were a bit selfish – he sure as hell wouldn't have minded a visit from "Vicca" again in the not too-distant future. The Biography of Jessica Ch. 03 Dennis Forrest woke up to two abnormalities. One of those was an empty bed. His wife had many great qualities, but she was not a Morning Person. Nor was he, but his career had thrust it upon him and he made the best of it. JJ was admittedly, a grouch for about an hour each morning. The second odd thing took him a minute or so to notice because it was so out of the ordinary. It was the distinctive aroma of food, bacon, cinnamon rolls and freshly-brewed coffee. As JJ wasn't a morning person, she didn't cook -- so just what was going on. Had "Vicca's" personality extended to preparing him a wonderful repast at such an early hour? He got out of bed and threw on a robe in case they had unexpected company. He made his way to the kitchen and discovered that he needn't have bothered. Standing by the stove, frying more bacon, was their neighbor, closest friend and sex partner, the gorgeous Brooke. She didn't notice him at first, but smiled when she saw him pouring much-needed coffee. "I heard you two last night," she taunted Dennis. "So, you finally met Vicca?" "Oh yeah, that Russian bitch nearly wore me out," Dennis played along. "Nearly? She did wear you out, from what I remember," Jessica smiled as she sipped her coffee and continued the game. "Hmm, I seem to remember your confessing that I outfucked her," Dennis chortled. "Either way, what the hell are you doing up at this ungodly hour?" "Ungodly?" Brooke spun around on her bedroom slippers. She was dressed in an attractive negligee and it was evident that she expected some kind of recompense for her marvelous breakfast. "It's nearly 10 AM." "For me, that is ungodly," Jessica said as she poured her third cup of coffee. "Remember who it is you're dealing with." "Oh yeah, I forgot that you're a miserable so-and-so until at least two cups of coffee," Brooke said as she kissed JJ's cheek and sat down. She passed Dennis the cinnamon rolls and grinned at both of her loving "family". "Then, it's a good thing for you that this is my third cup," Jessica smiled sweetly, kissing Brooke back and smiling happily at her husband. They were now past the "danger zone" as JJ had been up for over an hour. "This was a lovely gesture Brooke, what prompted you to come over here and make us such a nice breakfast?" Dennis questioned as he sipped a wonderful cup of java. "Yeah, and how the heck did you get in without either one of us hearing you?" JJ added. "From what I heard coming from over here last night, you might as well have been in a coma when I showed up this morning," Brooke laughed. Holding up a set of keys, she grinned. "Did you forget you gave me these for emergencies?" "Actually, I gave them to you so that you could sneak over here one night and surprise us in bed," JJ said as she stuck out her tongue at Brooke. "That hasn't happened yet, have you noticed?" "If something happens when you expect it to happen, what kind of surprise is that?" Brooke continued the early morning banter. "You've know me long enough to know I can't stand being predictable." "Oh, so you weren't expecting a sexual romp with us by wearing that little outfit?" JJ said as she leered at Brooke. The Asian girl smiled. "I actually wore it for you, I figured handsome here would be gone when I got here," she said to Jessica. "You two slept the sleep of the dead." "Brooke Lynn, you know what that Russian whore is capable of," JJ continued talking about last night as if she had been a voyeur and not a participant. "You were in a few films with her, you know better than anyone what a terrible slut she can be." Dennis cocked his head to one side. For the first time in a while, he discovered something he hadn't known about -- films he hadn't seen and the fact that Brooke and his wife had performed in them together. He was about to ask them about it when the phone rang. Jessica was closest so she answered it. He couldn't hear the conversation but when she hung up, Dennis saw something in JJ's face he never had before and it troubled him. Her face had been smiling and now it was almost ashen. She was upset and almost trembling. He went to hug her but she moved away. Brooke saw it too and before she could ask, JJ answered "Candie" and left the room. Now Brooke's face wore a similar expression and Dennis had to find out what was going on with them. He went after his wife and was stopped by a tug on his pajama sleeve. "NO, Dennis," Brooke insisted. "It's a bad idea to confront her now, sit down, have more coffee and talk to me," she insisted. Dennis knew that Brooke adored both he and JJ and always had their best interests at heart. She was the third member of their crazy clan and he never would have disrespected her by not paying attention. Just how he had come to know two such amazing women still confounded him. He sat back down and took one of the cinnamon rolls she offered him. He was going to need the crutch of sugary food. "Okay, so who is this Candie and why has she got JJ in such a lather?" He needed to know. Brooke looked at Dennis with a serious expression while biting on a large rasher of bacon. "That's just it babes -- I don't know! Whenever the subject of Candie comes up -- and it rarely does -- she shuts down. In all the years I've known her, she's spoken of / heard from Candie no more than 5 times and each and every time it happens, she's a wreck. You know how important she is -- you both are -- to me. This worries me." Before Brooke even finished, JJ came back into the kitchen. She was dressed in a rather unusual manner for her, a stylish, but still sexy, business suit. Pin-striped jacket, above the knee skirt, black stockings and heels. It was almost as if JJ was dressing for a job she very much wanted to get -- get at any cost. Dennis saw a concerned look on their girlfriend's face and he very much wanted to talk to his wife. For the first time in their marriage, he stayed silent. He had taken heed of Brooke's words -- when JJ wanted to talk, she would talk. He trusted in her and in their love. If she wasn't saying anything yet, she would have to work things out for herself. "I don't know when I'll be home, if even tonight," Jessica spoke to both of them. There was an unusual, far-away expression in her eyes. "Can you stay here today?" She asked Brooke. "I don't want him alone and when I return, I don't want to face either of you alone. Can you do that for me?" The blonde practically begged. Dennis was almost worried and he felt as if his knees might give away. Brooke shored him up, although it might have been mutual. "Of -- of course," she finally spoke. "Jess, you know that you can tell us -- anything!" "Soon," Jessica said, putting her hands in front of her face to mask her tears. "I've carried this around far too long. I love you both," she said as she kissed her husband and their lover. "I'll be back as soon as -- when I can." Jessica called a taxi to take her where she was going. She wasn't going to be foolish enough to drive. She would likely be drinking and by the end of it all, upset and not thinking straight. Candie had that effect on her and always would. Damn her! Why now, when her life was as perfect as she could ever have imagined it being, why did Candie resurface now? She knew why -- Candie was the part of her past that she could never let go. She had always brought turmoil. Only Brooke would likely understand because she still had the Blake Young issues to deal with. Jessica wanted a cigarette, although she had quit several years earlier. She would deal with this, she had to. Her life was happy now. She wanted Brooke's to be happy. Perhaps with Dennis' help, his strength of character, they could move on with their lives. If not, she would have to find another way to get past Candie and the things that haunted her from her past. She was so out of character as she rode in the taxi the cabbie didn't even seem to have a glimmer of recognition. Dressed as she was, she looked a bit more like Jessica Swan than JJ Vaughn, but if he knew who she was, he didn't say a word to the quiet woman passenger. Her destination came into view and her past came welling up to the surface. She could handle today and maybe even tomorrow -- but sooner or later, it had to come to an end. She got out of the taxi, offered the cabbie a tip, which he protested was too much. A honest cabbie, who would have believed it. High heeled shoes clicked on the path to the Golden Swan and an encounter with the ghosts -- primarily one ghost -- of her past. Not JJ Vaughn's past -- Jessica Swan's past. The Golden Swan was once a wonderful Chinese restaurant and 1 of 2 inspirations for her porn pseudonym. It had seen better days but the food still smelled amazing and JJ knew she would at least get a superb meal out of it. She looked around for a minute or so until she spotted her. Candie. Candie, aka Candice Kane, her real name, a sweet-faced, honey blonde sex goddess -- and the first real love of Jessica Swan's life. The woman who had broken her heart and very nearly destroyed her career. Her mentor, lover and obsession all rolled up into one confounding package. Candie started to get up and the feelings overwhelmed Jessica. She still looked amazing, as if she was frozen in time. She wore a simple white blouse and short skirt and managed to make it look like designer clothing. Candie walked towards Jessica and her smile was warm and inviting. Despite that, Jessica felt as if she had just taken a dagger to the heart. "You look amazing, Jess," the petite blonde said in a voice that was still reminiscent of cotton candy. "But then, you always do," she smiled as she escorted Jessica to their table. "My heart still skips a beat whenever I see you." "Don't," Jessica said as she hardened her heart. "We can't keep doing this, dredging up the past." She held up her hand to display her wedding ring. "I'm married now -- happily married -- our past has to stay in the past!" "I hope that isn't true," Candie said, her voice sounding -- quite different. "Because I'm not married -- not anymore!" Jessica's heart skipped several beats at Candie's declaration. There had only been two people in her life that could make her feel this way and the other one was her life mate. Once, she had thought Candie would be her life mate and she had told the pert blonde as much. That declaration had been the cause of her distress for the past several years. Candie had been the lover that had made her think she could escape society's preconceptions and live her life with a woman as her partner. Candie's sexual skills had brought Jessica to the brink of orgasm time and again. Their scenes continued long after the cameras had stopped rolling. In Candie's apartment, they slaked their thirsts for each other for several hours, narrowly missing several early morning shoots. Candie was also a wonderful girlfriend, very loving and attention. She loved to see Jessica in heels and slinky lingerie, so a good part of her salary went to pampering her new love. Of course, the petite blonde reaped the benefits when they got home. Jessica had become a champion at eating pussy and dressed to kill, she provided the lovely little morsel with several incredible orgasms. Jessica had thought the next step was obvious, move in and make an open declaration of their relationship. Some of their co-stars knew, so Jessica figured it wouldn't be too big of a deal. She thought wrong. "I'm open to the idea of you moving in with me, but beyond that, there is no way!" Candie had protested. "It would kill my career!" Jessica looked at her beloved Candie as if she had just grown horns. She was completely taken aback by her love's reaction. "What the hell are you talking about?" She angrily confronted Candie. "There are a lot of bi-sexual and lesbian women in the business!" "Yes, but the openly lesbian girls don't get as much work," Candie told her. "You know it's true. Besides, I think I might still want a husband and children." Jessica was fighting back the tears. She wanted everything as well and had assumed that she and her love would figure things out as a couple. Now she knew that was not to be and she was beside herself. She ran out of the bedroom in tears and took a sabbatical from the business for a time. When she returned, she returned as Jessica Swan, superstar. Her first film with her in the lead was a huge success and she was made a contract girl. Candie was gone from the business and for a time, Jessica managed to enjoy her work and let go of the past. Over the last few years, just prior to her marriage to Dennis, the phone calls had started. Only a select few people had "JJ Vaughn's" phone number and address. She tried to insist to Candie that it needed to stop, but her one-time love was persistent. Looking at Candie now, Jessica knew she still wasn't over Candie. The petite blonde could still make her heart skip a beat. One thing had changed -- she was now Jessica Swan and Jessica Swan was a tough gal. Once she had made her choices, she honored them. Dennis had brought her happiness such as she had never known. There was no way in hell that she was going to betray his trust. She would not enter into any sort of affair with Candie, as much as she felt the old urges rise up again. "I still love you, Candie," Jessica chose her words carefully. "I'm both sorry and happy that you've gotten a divorce, but either way, it doesn't matter. I'm married now and my husband is a wonderful man. I won't make the mistake of ..." Then, it hit Jessica that she might have a way out. Dennis wasn't like any man she had ever known. She excused herself and went outside of the restaurant and called her husband. Dennis' voice soothed her, as it sounded of both concern and compassion. Fighting back her emotions, Jessica related her history to him. She told him the full story, holding back nothing, a tale she had never related to anyone, not even Brooke. When she was done, she sucked in a lungful of air and waited for Dennis to respond. "You know that I love you, no matter what you choose," Dennis said to his wife. It felt to Jessica as if a two ton weight had been lifted from her soul. "Be with her for as long as you need, I'll be waiting for you to come home," he told her. "Of course, Brooke might try to poach me," he added, trying to lighten the mood before hanging up. Jessica could not have seen the look of anguish that crossed Dennis' face when he hung up. He nearly collapsed into his chair and Brooke ran to his side to provide any support he needed. Jessica returned to the restaurant and sat next to Candie. She steeled herself and looked directly into Candie's eyes as she took her hand. "I think -- I know -- I want to try to have a relationship with you again, Candie," she said, trying to keep the tremors from sounding in her voice. "I can't deny that I still have feelings, strong feelings, for you. But things have changed. If we do this, it has to be under my terms -- agreed?" Candie had been so fearful that she was going to lose Jessica again that she would have agreed to nearly anything. Wordlessly, she nodded her head in agreement. "Okay, then," Jessica smiled a little. "We're going to have lunch -- and talk, really talk! Then we'll take the next step forward." A number of hours passed and a still-distraught Dennis was surprised to hear JJ's car pulling up in their driveway. He really had not expected her to be home that evening. Brooke nodded and went out the back door, promising to be right back if she was needed. She hadn't left his side for the entire day. Brooke was a marvel, as good a friend to Dennis as she was to JJ. He knew that she wouldn't take sides and still be as supportive of him as she was of JJ. Dennis went outside to meet his wife and then, he got clued in. The petite blonde accompanying JJ had to be -- oh no, she couldn't be ... and then, Dennis stopped himself. Of course, it would have to be something like this, something no one else would ever have predicted. That was one of the things Dennis had fallen for -- JJ never did what everyone else might predict. He decided that whatever JJ had planned, he would do his best to go along with it. He trusted her with his life, just as she had trusted him with all of her secrets. Almost as if she was trying to prove something to Candie, JJ flung herself into Dennis' arms and kissed him -- hard. She didn't need to convince herself how much she loved this man, but she thought Candie needed to see it and knowing Dennis, he might need a little reassurance as well. As they kissed, she felt Dennis tremble and then, relax. She had been correct, he had been worried. She hoped that everyone would see that things would work out fine in the end. "Where is Brooke?" JJ asked as she looked around for her best friend. "She went home," Dennis answered his wife. "She told me she'd be right back if we need anything." He looked at his wife and gave her a welcoming smile. "She'd do anything for you baby and so would I - anything!" Dennis assured JJ. Jessica looked at her husband and remembered why she had fallen in love with and married him. He was one in a million and she was going to make everything all right for the both of them, plus Brooke. All she wanted for everyone was for them all to be happy. She motioned for Candie to come and join them. "Dennis Forrest, my husband, I'd like to introduce you to ..." "Candie Kane, I know who you are," Dennis said as he extended his hand. "Welcome to our home, it's a pleasure to meet you." Dennis wasn't sure if he was telling the truth just yet or a little white lie, but there was no sense in rocking the boat just yet. "It's Candice Kane, since everyone is using real names," Candie smiled as she took Dennis' hand. She wasn't sure if she could be so gracious or welcoming had the shoe been on the other foot. Jess' husband was a nice guy and pretty easy on the eyes. This might actually work out. Dennis tried not to stare, although it wasn't easy. This was his wife's other great love and he could see why. Candie had been a legend in the business for a good reason. Although she was petite and cute, there was something about her that suggested you not underestimate her. She had a presence and despite the situation, Dennis did want to get to know this person better. Especially, he thought to himself, if she is going to be a part of JJ's -- of our - lives from now on. When Candie walked towards the house, JJ caught her husband looking at her girlfriend with an admiring eye. "Down, boy!" She teased him, partly to reassure him. He laughed and went inside to join the two women. They sat on either side of him and began talking. At first, the conversation was mostly small talk, light and convivial. Then, JJ began to direct the conversation to more serious matters. Dennis could see that it was very important to his wife that she be in charge of the situation. He deferred to her, trusting JJ completely. "I want this to work," JJ said to her husband and her lover as Dennis poured everyone a second cup of coffee. "In order for that to happen, there has to be trust between all three of us. For that to happen, there is something I need from the two of you." "What's that?" Candie asked. She had assured JJ, over and over on their trip here, that she would do whatever it took. There was no way in hell she was ever going to be stupid enough to lose Jessica again. "I want the two of you to be lovers," JJ stated candidly, looking at her husband and nodding. She trusted Dennis and knew he would support her decision, not that it would be too difficult for him. Candie wasn't exactly the kind of woman a man ran away from, as Dennis had noticed previously. The Biography of Jessica Ch. 03 "You want the three of us to have sex?" Candie asked. "Okay, I haven't been with a man since my divorce, but I could get behind the idea of a threesome." "No," JJ shook her head. "If you and I are going to be alone from time to time, then Dennis should have time with you as well, to get to know you as a person. No me, at least not this time. Just you and Dennis, seeing if the two of you click." "Where will you ...?" Dennis asked and then, he figured it out. "Oh, of course, Brooke." JJ nodded and smiled. She would be with Brooke for support and comfort, as always. "Candie, you haven't answered me," she said. "This isn't quite what I expected," the petite blonde replied. "I'm not quite sure what you hope to accomplish with this." "I want you to know Dennis as I know him, as a friend and a lover," JJ answered. "If we all just hop into bed and fuck, there won't be that chance. If you're going to be a part of this ... let's just say, crazy little family of ours ... you need to care about Dennis and know that he can be trusted. If we don't have that, I know this won't work. Those are my terms Candie, can you live with them?" Candie smiled that impish little grin that had first won Jessica's affections. "Well, yeah, he's not exactly hard to look at," she almost giggled. "How is he in bed?" "Do you remember Paul?" Candie remembered Paul quite well, their co-star was a - hard -- man to forget. "Well, yeah," she answered and this time, the giggle came. "Dennis is bigger and better," JJ praised her man, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "Ooh, no kidding?!" Candie enthused. She turned to Dennis and gave him the same impish grin she had used earlier on JJ. "That's high praise, indeed!" She told him. "I can hardly wait to get started!" "You aren't going to wait," JJ told her loved ones. "I'm going to pack a small bag and head over to Brooke's. You two can hit the sheets and really tear them up -- I won't be home until late tomorrow morning, or early tomorrow afternoon," she winked at Dennis. "What will you be doing while we're here -- getting to know each other?" Candie questioned. Dennis realized that his wife hadn't told Candie about Brooke as yet. "Oh, don't worry, I won't be spending the evening watching chick flicks, never fear," she told Candie. In fact, she intended to spend the night working out her aggressions with the accommodating Brooke in her arms. Dennis didn't comment because he sensed how important this was to his wife. From the brief conversation they had shared so far, he did like Candie. She was perky, pretty and there was an undercurrent of hot that threatened to bubble to the surface. It wouldn't be a sacrifice to have sex with the petite blonde stunner and he was going to do his best to make it nice for the new woman in their lives. He knew he was up to it, with coaches like JJ and Brooke giving him pointers, he would be ready to make Candie a very happy lady. JJ was packed and gone in under 20 minutes. It left the two neophyte lovers alone. Candie looked up at the tall, almost stranger and grinned. "I meant what I said," she commented. "You're an very handsome man. Are you attracted to me?" Dennis didn't laugh, as he knew from JJ that some women still needed to hear the words. "Oh yeah," he said to her. "In fact, if you promise not to lord it over JJ, I've seen all of your films -- I still have some of 'em!" He grinned. Candie's grin matched Dennis'. "I'll be discreet," she said as she left the kitchen and headed for the bedroom. "Do you happen to have a favorite?" "Halloween Candie," he told her as he followed her to the bedroom. "I know it was one of your early ones." "I was just 19 when I made that one," Candie nodded as she started to unbutton her blouse. "That was a few years ago." "Not that you'd notice," Dennis said, fumbling with his own set of buttons. It was the first time in a long while that he realized he was nervous. "You're still drop-dead gorgeous." "Thank you," Candie responded to Dennis and he thought that he saw the vaguest hint of a blush. "I still have some of the costume from that film." "What part?" "The boots," Candie grinned. "If you like, I'll wear them next time." "There's going to be a next time?" Dennis questioned. "If you're everything Jessica -- JJ -- says you are, you bet there will be a next time," Candie informed him as more of her body was now on display. "I'd be crazy to walk away from a set up like this. I already screwed up once -- I'm not going to do that again!" Candie moved to where Dennis was laying across the bed. Giving him a look he had seen in several of her films, she opened her mouth into a wide oval and took his cock in to her throat. Dennis loved oral sex and he was married to a woman who was very, very good at it, as was Brooke. Candie put them both to shame. Her technique was incredible and she seemed to really enjoy giving oral sex. She didn't rush, she took her time. She went from base to crown and kept up a nice, steady pace. If he had not learned endurance with the other two women in his life -- and it boggled him mind that he likely now had three - Dennis likely would have shot his load in a matter of minutes. Candie found herself very impressed with the stamina of her new lover. It was obvious from the way he was responding to her sucking and licking that he enjoyed her efforts, yet he was possessed of enough self-control to keep from going off too soon. She redoubled her efforts because it was now something she truly wanted, she wanted Dennis to cum in her mouth and taste him for the first time. Dennis watched the perky little blonde bob and weave her head around his shaft and work her magic on his cock. He realized that she was actively seeking to make him cum, but he wasn't ready to throw in the towel just as yet. He stroked the sleek lines of her back and touched her with much of the skills he had learned being the lover of both JJ and of Brooke. Sometimes, just letting the other person know you were there and that you liked what they were doing to you was a sensual reminder that you were both in this together. Ultimately, he had to admit "defeat" and give Candie what she so obviously sought. He let his orgasm arrive and he let Candie taste his spunk. Once that had occurred, the time was right for Dennis to prove why JJ had married him and was a devoted, if naughty, wife. Dennis let his hands and tongue and lips play all over Candie's petite, still gorgeous, tanned body. He left no part of the tiny blonde's body untouched and despite gasps and entreaties from her to be fucked, he left them unheeded. If her oral skills had made Dennis orgasm, then it was only fair that the handsome husband reciprocate to Candie. Candie's head thrashed from side to side and her tiny fists pounded the bed as Dennis masterfully ate her pussy. Only Jessica herself had been this knowledgeable about all of Candie's hot spots and Candie's darling must have taught her husband a lot of his tricks. Or was he simply that good? Had JJ finally met the man who was her match in the bedroom? She had said as much when they talked earlier. "On top?" Dennis asked as he pulled the tiny blonde to a sitting position. She was still regaining her breath, so she merely nodded. Both lovers sensed that this would be the test to see if they could make all of this meld into a working relationship. Some men might have wondered how a gal as tiny and fragile in appearance as Candie would be able to handle taking their cock and fucking back with passion. Dennis wasn't one of those men. He knew from JJ and Brooke not to judge by appearances. As the naked little blonde slithered and wriggled down on his cock, Dennis knew that Candie was going to provide him with a fuck to remember. Candie was determined to make this a fuck that the two of them would long remember. She put her all into it and despite her 5'1" and petite frame, her all was more than enough. She twisted, bounced up and down, raked her nails against Dennis' chest, cried out for him to fuck her harder, anything and everything in her arsenal of tricks to make sure this stud knew she wasn't a little kewpie doll, but a sexual force to be reckoned with. Dennis could now see why his JJ couldn't put completely behind her, because she was simply devastating. There was something about the miniscule blonde that drew you in, and once she had you, you were trapped. He wasn't competing for Jessica's affections, he knew that he had her heart. Instead, this was an extension of their relationship, a new partnership that JJ and Candie were inviting him to join. If they were to make this work, he had to prove his worth to Candie as a lover, and by extension, show his bride that he cared about those she cared about. He moved his hands over Candie's tanned body and caressed her, all the while moving his cock deeper and faster inside of her. They had almost worked out a nice rhythm, her, him and so forth. With a strength that actually surprised Dennis, she flipped them over so that he was on top of her. Her legs locked around his back and they looked deeply into each other's eyes. Both found a mutual affection that surprised them, virtual strangers though they were. "Fuck me, Dennis," she addressed him by name for the first time. "Give yourself over to me, I'll do the same for you." He nodded and moved his cock in and out of her greedy pussy. Her tiny feet drummed on his back as the two lovers worked out their aggressions and desires upon one another. Dennis loved how tiny, yet surprisingly wild and sexy, Candie was. Candie thrilled to the fact that even while screwing her like a virile stud, he was still careful not to overdo it and cause her any pain. "You want to cum?" Candie teased him with her sweet, girlish voice. "You want to cum in my pussy or on my tits, or even on my face?" She continued. "Where do you want it?" Dennis grimaced as he continued fucking her tight, horny pussy. "Let me know, where does the little slut want my cum?" Candie liked how Dennis wasn't afraid to be a bit graphic. Two could play at that game. "My fucking cunt," Candie snarled back. "Shoot you cum deep inside my pussy, make me feel your hot load!" Dennis nodded and did just as she commanded. His load went deep inside the gorgeous Candie and her screams blended with her own. They clutched and held each other tight as the new pair rode out their orgasms. Dennis wondered if perhaps JJ would be able to hear them over at Brooke's. Knowing his crazy wife, he would have bet that she was listening in. Candie rested up for another round, as she wanted to put her fucker through his paces. As she nestled in Dennis' strong arms, she wondered if Jessica had been trying to hear them. She hoped that she had been listening to every grunt, moan and gasp. They had put on quite a performance -- and were far from done. The Biography of Jessica "Oh Christ, he's made me cum again," Brooke sighed and let her body quake. "Babe, let's you and me do a sixty-nine and he can alternate between our cunts. If I get too much of this without a break, I might faint from pleasure," she teased. Brooke's suggestion appealed to JJ and she soon took it to heart. Her body felt satisfaction at the familiar sensation of Dennis' cock entering her body. He was taking it a bit easier on her, wanting to keep pace with her and with Brooke. For a man having his first three-way, Dennis had surprisingly good instincts. He wasn't forcing anything and he was giving equal time, as much as was possible, to both of them. Jessica was very proud of him and delighted that she had thought to organize this little tryst. Dennis was a stud and he knew it, yet he wasn't superhuman. He couldn't endure much more of this, between the two snug pussies, his dick felt raw. He glanced over at JJ and she looked back at him. She knew the signs and nodded as he pulled out of her pussy and held his dick in front of the two women. Both women grinned happily and engulfed his shaft between their lips as his load shot into two very happy mouths. As she walked along the warm, sandy beach, Jessica remembered each and every detail of that first night. The way she felt, a sense of euphoria she had only ever achieved with those two she loved most. It had been the first night, yet it had been far from the last. A bond had been formed between the three of them, a sense of trust. Since that time, Brooke and Dennis had become the best of friends and her best friend no longer gave a second thought to fucking Dennis if they both wanted it. Why, only a few days earlier, Brooke had walked into the house, dropped her tube top and shorts to the ground and given Dennis a blowjob while his wife watched. It might have seemed crazy to a lot of people, but for the three of them, it worked just fine. She walked on, ready to start the work day and wondered what her husband was doing right now. Probably still sleeping, Dennis was not an early riser. Of course, she wouldn't have put it past Brooke to take advantage of her absence and have a little bit of fun ...