A Hot Night and a Heart-to-Heart

The apartment door slammed shut, and Tim barely had time to drop his bag on the floor before Anna pounced on him. She had gotten home earlier, her body still burning from the memories of the shoot, and the tension that had been building all day erupted. Her lips crashed into his, hungry and hot, and Tim, still in his work jacket, scooped her up into his arms, feeling her fingers dig into his shoulders.

“I missed you so much…” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire as she tugged off his jacket, then his shirt, exposing his muscular torso, still smelling of sweat and metal from the workday. Her hands roamed his chest, nails leaving faint trails, and she pushed him onto the couch, straddling his hips.

Tim let out a low groan, his hands immediately finding her waist, gripping her tightly. “You’re… different tonight—” he started, but Anna cut him off with another kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth, drowning his words in her heated breath. She yanked off her dress, leaving herself in just her black lace lingerie, which barely concealed her aroused body. Her breasts heaved, nipples already hard and visible through the thin fabric, and Tim, unable to hold back, reached for her, ripping the bra off.

Her skin was hot, smelling of her sweet perfume mixed with the faint saltiness of sweat. Anna moaned as his lips closed around her nipple, his tongue swirling over the sensitive flesh while his hands gripped her ass, pulling her closer. But she didn’t want to give him control—her body craved more. She pulled back, her green eyes blazing, and with a mischievous smile, she shifted, lowering herself into a 69 position over him.

“I want all of you…” she purred, her voice husky as she unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his already hard cock. Her fingers wrapped around him, and Tim let out a stifled groan as she began stroking him slowly, her breath hot against his sensitive skin. At the same time, she lowered her hips, positioning her pussy right over his face, and Tim, wasting no time, pulled her closer, his tongue sliding over her wet folds.

Anna shuddered, her thighs clamping around his head as his tongue found her clit, teasing it with quick, greedy strokes. She moaned, her voice vibrating around his cock as she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him and moving in sync with his licks. Her tongue swirled around the tip, lapping at the first drops of precum, and Tim felt his body tense with pleasure, his fingers digging into her hips, leaving red marks.

But in Anna’s mind, intrusive images flickered, ones she couldn’t shake. Mark’s cock… long, thick, with that slight curve… his groans as Rachel took him in her mouth…Her thoughts spiraled, and she couldn’t help but compare. Tim was different—his taste, his scent, his movements were so familiar, so comforting, but the memory of Mark made her body tremble even more. What’s wrong with me? I’m with Tim… I love him… but why can’t I stop thinking about it? It was so hot… but so wrong.She intensified her movements, trying to drown out the thoughts, her lips tightening around Tim’s cock as he groaned beneath her, his tongue delving deeper, making her writhe with pleasure.

They moved in perfect rhythm, their moans filling the room, the tension building to an unbearable peak. Anna came first, her body shuddering as she pulled off his cock to cry out, her thighs trembling while Tim kept licking her, pushing her over the edge. Moments later, he followed, his cock pulsing in her hand, and she aimed him at her chest, feeling the warm streams spill over her skin.

They both panted heavily, Anna collapsing beside him, her body still shaking, her chest glistening with his cum. She turned to him, her eyes filled with a mix of guilt and desire, and she began to speak, her voice soft but firm.

“Tim… today… at Mark’s studio…” she started, her fingers trailing over his chest, caressing him as she spoke. “I helped with a shoot… it was… explicit. Really explicit.” She hesitated, her gaze dropping, but she continued, her fingers wrapping around his cock, which was already stirring again at her words. “There was Rachel… and Mark… they were shooting private content. A handjob… a blowjob… I saw his cock, Tim… it was…” She swallowed, her cheeks burning, but she didn’t stop, her hand moving slowly, teasingly. “I filmed him… fucking her mouth. And I… I couldn’t look away.”

Tim tensed, his eyes darkening with a mix of jealousy and arousal. He listened, his breathing growing heavier, feeling his cock respond to her words, to her touch. The images she described played vividly in his mind—Anna filming as Mark… God, this is so wrong. But why is it so… hot?He knew she’d done it for them—for the money, for their future. Anna was always like this—willing to go all the way, even if it meant crossing her own boundaries. But the thought of her seeing Mark, thinking about him… it tore at him. He needed to talk to Mark. Man to man.

“We’re going to see him,” Tim said, his voice rough but determined. Anna nodded, her eyes still glistening with emotion, and they quickly dressed, heading to Mark’s studio.

Mark’s studio door opened after the second knock, and he greeted them with a slight smile, though his eyes held a flicker of surprise. “Hey, neighbors. What’s up?” he asked, stepping aside to let them in.

Inside, the studio was the same as it had been earlier that day—soft lighting, the faint scent of vanilla from an air freshener, cameras and lighting equipment scattered in the corners. Mark grabbed a bottle of whiskey and three glasses, pouring drinks as they settled onto the couch. Anna sat close to Tim, her hand gripping his, her face tense but silent, letting the men talk.

“Anna told me about the shoot,” Tim began, his voice steady but tinged with uncertainty. “About what you filmed with Rachel… and how she helped. I… I don’t know what to think, Mark. It pisses me off, but…” He faltered, taking a sip of whiskey. “It also turns me on, damn it. I’m used to guys staring at Anna, but this… this is new.”

Mark nodded, his expression serious but with a glint of understanding in his eyes. “I get it, Tim. It’s normal to feel jealous. But let’s be real—nothing crazy happened. Anna just helped with the camera. And by the way, here’s her cut.” He pulled three hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and handed them to Anna. “Three hundred bucks. For helping out. It’s honest work, and she did great.”

Anna took the money, her fingers trembling slightly, and glanced at Tim. He wasn’t greedy, but three hundred dollars was a big deal for their budget. He nodded, his face softening, and he squeezed her hand in return.[p]“I’m not upset that she did it for us,” Tim continued, his voice quieter. “But… I don’t know how to handle this. If she decides to model… you said this is just the beginning. What happens next?”

Mark took a sip of whiskey, his gaze thoughtful. “If Anna decides to model, yeah, it’ll be harder for you, Tim. Jealousy’s a shitty feeling, especially when your girl’s in this business. But look at it this way: it’s money, it’s opportunity. Subscribers on platforms like Onlygram will pay for anything. Rachel, for example, can make a couple grand on a single gig like that. And with Anna…” He looked at her, his eyes sliding over her figure, a note of admiration in his voice. “She’s got everything for it. The looks, the charm, the body… And most importantly, I’m right next door—a professional photographer. You don’t pass up a chance like that.”

Anna, who had been silent until now, finally spoke, her voice soft but firm. “I haven’t decided anything yet, Mark. This… it’s a lot. I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

Mark nodded, his smile softening. “Of course, it’s your call. But think about it. You could be a star.”

Tim finished his drink and set the glass down, his face tense but his voice resolute. “If Anna wants to model, I’ll deal with it. I’ll keep my jealousy in check. I don’t want this to come between us.”

Mark laughed, a low, good-natured chuckle. “It’s easy to say that now, Tim. But shoots can get wild. Subscribers throw money around like it’s candy, asking for whatever they want. Rachel, for instance, films stuff you can’t even imagine. You sure you’re ready for that?”

Tim fell silent, his expression turning serious as he mulled it over, but Mark didn’t let him stew for long. He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s do a test, Tim. Right now. If you’re both up for it, I can do a photoshoot with Anna. A nude one. You’ll be here, watching me photograph her. Let’s see how you handle your jealousy. What do you say?”

Anna squeezed Tim’s hand tighter, her heart pounding, and Tim looked at her, his eyes a mix of fear and determination. They both knew this moment could change everything.

Hey everyone, I’m a new author here on Chyoa, and this is my first story. I’d really appreciate your comments and feedback—let me know what you think, what works, or what could be improved. Thanks for reading!