“No, but she’s exactly who this fantasy would be about.”

“She’s a fucking milf, Tina,” Ben abruptly blurted.

Tina’s mouth dropped in shock at Ben’s reason but she couldn’t disagree with him. Tina knew her wife possessed a goddess-like beauty rarely seen even in the current entertainment world. The dark tresses that framed that breathtaking face, her angled features sculpted with an artist’s precision. Bette’s deep chocolate eyes sparkled with caramel tones when she smiled, a radiance contagious to anyone looking at her. Tina licked her lips as she pictured Bette’s perfect mouth, lips that only she would kiss for the rest of their lives. Tina thought about how Bette looked that morning. She was in their home office preparing for a call with a New York gallery. Her long legs sheathed in grey pants, a black sheer button down that buttoned only to the top of her cami. Her mocha chest glistened under the long brown curls. Her toned muscles trapping Tina when she couldn’t pull herself away from Bette’s body when kissing her goodbye. Bette’s statuesque physique had always been the perfect model for anything she put on, or took off. In the last six months Tina marveled at the attention Bette received at red carpet events. Those nights always ending with Tina fucking Bette into oblivion.

Tina cleared her throat and crossed her legs, shunning the twinge there. “You want me to ask Bette if she will be in a fantasy sequence as a MILF?” Tina asked slowly in disbelief of their actual request.

“Yep.” Ben nodded as if it was a done deal.

“Yes, that is what we are asking.” Annie tried to assuage the situation, unable to read what Tina was thinking as she placed her glasses back on her face. “And also would you mind?”

“But she’s not an actor.”

“No, but she’s hot as fuck.” Annie meant for that to be said silently.

“Annie!”

“Sorry Tina! But your wife is gorgeous.” She looked to Ben, avoiding Tina’s glare.

“She is.” This time it was Ben appealing to Tina’s favorable side. “And in that classic Hollywood beauty sort of way.”

Annie recovered and added, “She wouldn’t have any lines and she would just appear as a vision. So she would only be in a few scenes. Alone.”