Nocturnal Premonitions

You kept thinking about what you’d agreed to, turning over its implications in your head. To keep the anxious beating of your heart in check, you had to remind yourself that this was for her benefit. If your wife finally got the sexual satisfaction that eluded her, you would be happier too. In fact, when it was all done, your relationship would surely be stronger for having once been open. You just had to believe that.

As sleep crept closer and closer, your mind grew less frantic. More sluggish. Distinct ideas turned to fragments and images. Try as you might to center your thoughts on anything else, they were entirely focused on your wife. You were beset with paranoid imaginations, images of the moment when she slept with him for the first time.

You thought about your wife, positioned on all fours atop bed, looking backwards. She was about to be railed by a long, fat cock. Then you thought about your wife above him, bouncing up and down with gleeful abandon. Then you thought about your wife on her knees, her mouth filled with something girthy.

The person with her was always faceless. A malevolent presence that seemed to engulf. But, you knew it was him.

You tried to banish those intrusive phantasias, yet they always seemed to come back. There was no escaping them. Not after tonight.