Woken by a Gentle Voice *'

Your dreams were a mishmash of images. They start pleasant enough. You dream of your time with Steve, the feeling of him fucking you raw conjuring feelings of bliss. This doesn't last as your mind conjures images of your husband, Dave, and your sister Diane engaged in all sorts of carnal acts.

Dave is pounding Diane from behind, the cheeks of her ass bouncing against your husband's abs.

"Fucking hell! You're so much better than Suzy, Diane! I'll never get tired of fucking you!" The dream Dave in your mind crowed sleazily. "I don't have any condoms, but I don't care. I'm not pulling out of you!"

"You better not, stud! Give me your baby!" Diane's dream self chuckled throatily as she reached a hand back to latch onto Dave's hip. "Even Suzy hasn't had your child, but you're going to give it to me?" She laughs triumphantly as Dave pounds even harder into her.

"Yes! Fuck, Suzy! You're the one I want! You'll be a great mother!" Dave agreed.

"Damn right! I'll be so much better than she would!" Diane cried out.

Your anger builds, your dream self angrily bursting into the room. You drop Diane with a right hook before she can say anything and begin to yell at Dave's mental doppelganger when you hear a voice.

"Suzy? Suzy, are you okay?" The voice was gentle, but insistent. You could feel a strong hand on your shoulder.

"Mmm, G..Greg?" You open a tired eye to see your boss's husband sitting on the bed, smiling in a relieved way.

"Yep, it's me, Suzy. How are you feeling?" He asks, concerned. "You were growling and grinding your teeth in your sleep. I thought I better wake you up."

"Fucking hell," you groan, annoyed and embarrassed that you acted that way in front of Greg. "Just some drama that recently entered my life. I'll get over it. Thanks for caring, Greg."

Greg smiles, though he clearly was still concerned. "You don't ever have to thank me for that, Suzy. You're practically family to Jackie and I. Did this have something to do with last night?"

"Not exactly? It did push me to go a little harder than I should have," you admit, starting to wipe the sleep from your eyes.

"Sounds rough. Let me get you some water, Suzy." He stands up and moves toward the bar.

"I'd appreciate that, thank you." You find yourself waking up more when your eyes fix on the older man's butt. "Now there's a view to wake up to," you say quietly to yourself, a growing horniness helping you get your bearings. The sexy older man in this vast apartment with you was definitely a nicer thing to think about than Dave and Diane's bullshit. "Thanks for the key, by the way. Very gracious of you to give me access to your suite."

He laughs, a sound you always enjoyed. "It was my pleasure, Suzy. Everything you do for the company? This is a small favor."

"It is very lovely. I can only imagine how much it costs."

"Isn't it? Jackie found it over ten years ago. We've rented in perpetuity sever since." Greg walks over and hands you the glass of water. "So, you wanna tell me what happened, Mrs. Jones?"

You accept the water and had barely gotten the first swallow down when you hear Greg's question.