It was Fall Festival time in Salem and with the horrors that accompanied the last Fall Fest, the city council had decided to change the venue. This year there was a full-fledged carnival going on, complete with a double-decker Ferris Wheel. Two city blocks were barricaded off and turned into a cacophonous festival of lights, music, and laughter. It seemed as though all of Salem turned out for the week-end long fair. John and Marlena were walking along the littered, twilit midway when they spotted it. Standing in the middle of the thoroughfare was a photo booth. Marlena pulled John toward it with a child-like gleam in her eye. In fact, she was beaming when she turned to him.
“Let’s get our pictures taken.”
“Doc, are you sure?”
“Yes! When Sam and I were little we got our pictures taken in one of these every year at the little carnival the church put on. This just brought back a lot of good memories.” Her enthusiasm was contagious and John agreed to become a contortionist to fit inside the tiny booth.
“Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets.” John went in first and sat on the swivel stool that had at one time been a bright red. Now it was chipped and faded and groaned with protest at every turn. Marlena followed her husband in and, after closing the green curtain, sat on his lap.
“Hmm, I might be glad you talked me into this after all.” She swatted his arm.
“Is that all you think about?” He gave her an innocent stare.
“What? I can’t enjoy having you in my arms?” He changed his expression to hurt, and she laughed at his attempt.
“You know, I might have believed you if you weren’t staring at my chest with your puppy dog eyes.” They both laughed and Marlena gave John a quick kiss before he put the money into the receptacle. The first couple of shots were silly, complete with bunny ears and tongues sticking out, but then John grabbed Marlena’s face between his hands and gave her a searing kiss. They didn’t notice the flash still capturing them on film. Neither one could help themselves within the close confines of the booth, and soon their hands were everywhere on each other’s bodies. When they tore their lips from each other, John looked at Marlena with a devilish glint in his eye.
“What do you say we take a few more pictures?” Her lustful gaze matched his.
“Go for it baby.” And she started unbuttoning her blouse while John fumbled in his pocket for more money. It was more difficult this time with the tightening of his jeans, but Marlena helped him out by unzipping them and stroking him through his boxers. When she spoke her voice had dropped an octave and John loved when she was so passionate.
“So what kind of pictures did you have in mind Sailor?” He had the money in the slot.
“I want a picture of your face when I do this.” He grabbed her and assaulted her breast through the lace of her bra just as the flash went off. And his hand snaked under her loose skirt and plunged into her already wet opening as the camera flashed again. For the next picture Marlena took hold of her husband’s throbbing sex and squeezed just hard enough to get a moan of barely controlled need from John. They never noticed when the bulb flashed the fourth time as they were too busy tearing at one another’s clothes, trying to fulfill the desire that they both felt. John pressed Marlena up against the wall of the small booth and ground against her. She couldn’t control the moan that escaped her or the way her hips responded to her lover’s touch.
“John, I want you, now.” The demand was breathy and sexy as hell and added fuel to the already out of control desire John felt. He hiked her skirt up as she shoved his pants and boxers around his ankles.
“Now.” John slid into her with practiced ease and their intense rhythm began. The entire world disappeared and it was just them lost in each other and the passion they created. Marlena placed her feet on the squeaky red stool and John held her against the wall as he thrust into her, making them both cry out in the sheer pleasure of their conjoined bodies. Their mouths were carnal and hungry for the other as tongues battled for control and bodies broke out into the sweetest sweat. Both at the breaking point, John rammed into Marlena one last time and they both came hard against each other. They continued kissing, each kiss demanding less as they both came down from their high. John growled in her ear before letting her go.
“You have got to be the sexiest woman on the planet.” She just laughed.
“You only say that because I never say no to you!” He kissed her senseless.
“That could be part of it.” They rearranged their clothing and it was then that they remembered that when the pictures developed they were spit out on the outside of the photo booth.
“John, you don’t think anyone would look at those as they walked by do you?” He put a reassuring hand on her arm.
“Probably not. One of the concerts started while we were in here, so I’m sure most people are over by the main stage.” As they opened the curtain, they were shocked to see Roman, Bo, and Abe standing there, arms crossed, badges on. Marlena hid her head in John’s shoulder, thankful that it was dark and the streetlights were dim.
“Hey Part, Bo, Roman. Doc and I were just getting our pictures taken.” John noticed both Bo and Abe trying unsuccessfully to hide their amusement. He wasn’t sure he wanted to look at Roman.
“John, we heard the commotion and were going to stop a couple of bawdy teenagers from getting out of control on public property, but then the pictures came out and, well, we figured a good dose of embarrassment might be more in order.” Marlena looked up in horror at Abe.
“You saw the pictures?” Bo chimed in.
“We only looked at the first set, and when we knew it was you, we left the other set alone.”
“John, let’s go home.” John grabbed the pictures out of the little metal holder and ushered his mortified wife to the Jeep. They could hear Abe and Bo laughing as they exited the carnival. Roman just stood there fuming, wondering why his ex had never been so “outgoing” with him.
In the Jeep, John turned on the overhead light and looked at the pictures. They laughed at the first two and John kissed Marlena just like he did in the third and fourth. At the second set, Marlena gasped as she thanked the heavens that their three friends had not looked at those four pictures. In the first three the camera had captured the rapturous looks on their faces as they touched each other, but the fourth one captured John’s lips attached to her bare breast and her head thrown back in sheer ecstasy; it would have been mortifying enough to send her into hiding for a few years. However, in just the company of her husband, the pictures were extremely erotic. She ran her hand up his inner thigh and splayed her fingers along his hip.
“Why don’t we go home and see what other kinds of mischief we can get into?”
“You read my mind.” He kissed her hard before putting the Jeep in gear and heading back to the penthouse.
The Jarlena Journal 