A dream?

I slowly drift awake, feeling the soft comforts of my bed. The strong erection in my pants is a good reminder of the dream I just had, and I struggle to remember more of the details while I’m not-quite-awake, knowing that once I open my eyes... the memory of the dream will quickly fade into obscurity. So I focus, and try to remember before it’s gone.

~Walking out of the bathroom ready and eager to make love to my wife... the vampire girl, absolutely beautiful. Lithe and slender next to my, still beautiful, but heavier and curvier, wife. The vampire is a brunette, great tits and nipples that are smaller than the set just in front of her, but perkier... more youthful. Their naked bodies pressed together with my wife’s head submissively leaning back. Those long slender fangs with sharp tips, moving in for a taste... some hesitation... and the vampiress’ eyes looking at me... those wickedly beautiful captivating eyes...

Then darkness...~

But alas, no more memories of the dream come.

I touch myself, grasping my cock firmly, pumping it and reveling in what I “do” remember, then allow my eyes to slowly blink open towards the window, briefly, and find the sun just beginning to creep over the horizon.

I bury my head into my pillow in response, not ready for the day to start. I enjoy the soft plushness of it, and smile to myself as I slide my hand idly over to my wife. She responds as usual, sliding her cold feet over and pressing them against me for warmth. She always likes to sleep late, so I can’t bother her too much without getting yelled at. A few little touches and affections I can get away with... but only ‘once’ have I ever successfully gotten her to give herself to me in the morning. Not that it has ever stopped me from trying... I chuckle to myself.

I smile, and roll over. Her hair is in a disheveled mess on her pillow, and as usual she has most of the covers bundled around her. I pull the sheets away from her back, and slide up next to her. As I press my body against hers I am shocked to find myself against her nakedness.

She never sleeps naked...

I think nothing further of it, excited by this development, and lean down and kiss her bare shoulder, lovingly, as I pull down my underwear and eagerly position my penis, encouraging it to swell between the pleasing curves of her rear.

Maybe, if I’m lucky... I tell myself.

She moans softly at me, raising her hand to my head, slowly running her fingers through my hair. I slide my hand down her body, emboldened by her receptiveness, and admire her familiar form and womanly curves.

... except... it’s not as familiar... as it should be...

My hand stops at a waistline that is much too slim. I pull away, ceasing my affectionate kisses on her shoulder.

I look at the side of her face again, curiously, and pull the sheets back. She fusses at me now, as I’ve gone too far, but I pull her shoulder towards me anyway, revealing her bare chest and face.

I stare in shock.

It’s her... my wife, but... 10 years younger her. 25 year old her... slimmer... firmer. Her mixed latina/caucasian skin is renewed, unblemished, and back to the perfect shade it used to be... and her tits... her tits are smooth and flawless, still round and busty with large brown nipples & medium areolae, but more youthful and perky. They’ve shrunk a little, like the rest of her. Down a little from a 36DD.

I slide my hand along her slimmed torso in disbelief, and take hold of one of her perfect breasts, grasping it’s renewed firmness... and look back up to her face for some explanation.

But she just stares at me grumpily. It’s the same look I always have gotten in the mornings. The stare of “why are you interrupting my sleep?”

I ignore it, distracted by how beautiful her young face is... even better than when she was 25...

It’s like... she’s been perfected...

I stop - mid thought.

My eyes focus on two fresh sores that stand out on her neck.

Twin puncture wounds, red and inflammed. Still healing.

My dream... that is where...

She pushes me away, annoyed, and rolls back over, wrapping herself back up in the bed sheets.