To sleep, perchance to dream of home

Naomi Ito and the orderlies wheel you down to Radiology to take another picture of your broken leg, then back up. You vaguely recall them shifting you back into bed. You drift off.

You dream about being back home. But your daughters are having a slumber party so they've got the main bedroom with the big bed and the angels and the devotional quotes. Love one another is Mary's favorite part of the Bible. Yours too, you'd allow. So instead you're in the kitchen giving it to Mary hard from behind over the kitchen table while Shasta, Sarah, and their college girl friends flit in and out giggling at the scene.

You wake in your hospital bed with your leg immobilized. The feel of having Mary's sweet butt cheeks in your hands fades away.

"D'awww," you complain, frustrated at the reality of things.

Your phone buzzes and jingles. At least that's in reach. The display reads SWEETIE-PIE and shows Mary's smiling face.

You take the call. "Sweetie-pie, honey," you say.

"Oh, honey-bear," Mary says. "I'm home now after my shift, you said I should call. You sound a little sleepy."

"Yeah, hon, just woke up. Oh, one of the doctors wants to talk with you and me about taking care of me when I get home."

"That's good news," Mary says. "What's his name?"

"Her name. Doctor Didyma Breedlove. That's D-I-D-Y-M-A Breedlove."

"Like Didymus Thomas from the Bible," Mary says. "Is she a Christian?"

"Don't know, hon," you say, "Maybe she's got a twin sister or something. But I know she believes in your favorite verse, John fifteen-seventeen. Part of what she wants to talk to us about is what we can do in the marriage bed until I can put weight back on both knees again."

"Oh honeybear, really? Times have changed," Mary says.

"Give her a call and find a time you can come on in for us to talk," you say. "Hang on, she left her card." You turn on the bedside light and read the doctor's office telephone number to Mary.

"Will do, honeybear," Mary says. "You gonna sleep okay tonight?"

"Not as good as by your side, sweetie-pie," you say. "But you could help me out, hon. You in the mood to give yourself a buzz while I'm on the phone?"

"For you, honeybear, I'm right there."

You stroke yourself while listening to your wife giving herself an orgasm. The loud buzz of the vibrator takes you back to times you'd watched, lying in warm afterglow, as Mary rode that buzzing rocket to heaven again and again.

"Good night, honeybear, God bless," your wife tells you, her voice husky after her climax. "See you tomorrow."

"God bless, and see you tomorrow. Skirt and no panties, now."

"Oh you," Mary says. "Love you."

"Love you."

You hang up.

With your stiffy freshened up listening to your wife, you finish yourself off thinking of Dr. Breedlove's cute face with the pearly drop of your cum on her glasses.

You turn off the light and drift back into sleep.