Does your fantasy partner have wet dreams?

Does your fantasy partner have wet dreams?

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“Sorry. I just checked my credit card and saw a purchase at a dance studio.”

“Dance studio?”

“Yeah, husband of the year bought dance lessons for us with my money. I just left him a message telling him to refund that bullshit.”

Mary giggled, crawling across the bed so that her strap on swung lewdly beneath her. With an assertive grip, Mary tugged on Tori’s robe, pulling her into the hotel bed with her. “I don’t know. Might be nice for you to learn how to shake those hips, Tor.” Her hand slipped up Tori’s robe. She didn’t fight it.

“Probably thinks it’ll get me to look at his tiny dick, again.”

“You do the cage like I told you?”

“Couldn’t convince him. But he’s basically just a mouth vibrator when you’re gone. What? A girl has needs. Besides, keeps him from talking.”

Mary tossed Tori’s phone into a nearby chair, bending back on her knees to present the strap on. “Speaking of…” Tori smiled, crawling onto the bed and untying her robe. In seconds, she was bouncing herself in Mary’s lap, finding their familiar, rough rhythm.

Tori’s tongue ran along Mary’s gorgeous fake tits. She was hoping to get herself a pair, soon. Mary gave a sadistic smile, cooing and pounding upwards into her lover. For Mary, it wasn’t enough to be desired. Knowing she was better was what she needed. “I don’t want that gremlin anywhere near this pussy again. When you get your needs, I’ll send you a picture.”

“It’s yours.”

“He can have the boring stuff. But you’re too beautiful and talented to be wasted on his slobbering mouth.”

“Ah, fuck.”

“Just imagine him pathetically slaving over dinner while you’re two knuckles deep texting me.”

Tori shrieked, abs contracting and spasming. She knew it was wrong. But fuck it was hot. Her husband taking scraps of attention while she was busy lavishing her coworker. She was heedless of her vibrating phone, pulling Mary into a long, harsh kiss.

Tori’s hand reached below the strap on, fingers finding easily her lover’s clit, which she began rubbing in tight circles. Mary fell onto her back, grabbing her own phone to take some pictures. Tori brought her free hand to the dildo strapped to Mary’s hips, jerking it slowly and seductively for the camera, which seemed to put Mary right on the edge, and then over it, entirely.

The two collapsed next to each other, spent. Today had been the last day of the conference. Of course, when they told their partners, they added two days to the schedule, set aside just for each other. They did it every time the company sent them someplace. It was convenient, private, and gave a good excuse not to answer texts.

After half an hour in each other’s arms, Tori reached for her phone, curious to see what restaurants were around the area. When the screen turned on, she saw two missed calls from what her caller ID recognized as PORTLAND MEDICAL CENTER. Immediately her expression hardened and she sat up on the edge of the bed.

“What is it?” Mary asked, coming behind her to put an arm around her shoulder.

Tori didn’t answer, noticing a message in her voicemail, which she was quick to start playing.

“Hello, this is Portland Medical Center, we’re calling trying to reach Victoria Washington, because this number was listed as an emergency contact for Charles Washington who’s being treated for injuries resulting from a car accident. If this is not you, please disregard this message. If this is you, you can call back at the following number to receive updates on treatment.”

Mary had made some remark that Tori didn’t hear as she robotically dialed the number they left. It was odd to her how numb she was. Did she really not care if her own husband was hurt? Perhaps she was just shocked. After all, she’d talk shit with the girls, but Charlie wasn’t all bad. Sometimes it even scared her how she spoke to him.

According to the nurses she spoke to, the accident was very serious. Charlie was stable but was still in the ICU. The car had wrapped itself around a tree and a nurse just so happened to be hiking in the area.

Tori hung up and opened her flight app.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to get an earlier flight.” She replied, annoyed. Was she really annoyed with him over this? “I swear to God, if it’s not one damn crisis with him, it’s another.”

“I mean… you told him this conference could be huge for your career.” Mary bit at her ear. “Besides, it’s not like you’re a doctor. Come on, lemme take your mind off it for the weekend.”

Tori came home after the weekend furious that now they were going to need to buy a new car. The affair would last three more months.

***

I woke up with a deep gasp, feeling the weight of an elephant on my chest. More like inside my chest. It was like I had watched a scene from a movie! Except it was from my own life. I hadn’t thought about that night since counseling.

My hand shot to the empty space in the bed beside me. He was gone, I felt my breath quicken, only to smell eggs in the air. Not gone, just making breakfast. My hand fell back to my side, landing in damp sheets. I furrowed my brow; I wasn’t even warm. Why had I been sweating so much these past few days? No wonder he left the bed early and doesn’t cuddle so much, I thought, throwing the blankets off me to get a shower.

The startling morning and nightmare, I had hoped, would rid me of my now chronic morning arousal. But as the warm water hit me, I found that it hadn’t passed at all. I was so pent up, I felt like I was going crazy. Nights were the worst. Emotionally, it was better to have Charlie back in bed with me. But sleeping was so hard to do when I had to resist the urge to just grind him all night. I couldn’t even be big spoon without him rolling away from me for something I didn’t even notice I was doing. Most my time in the shower was spent masturbating, quickly washing my body before the hot water ran out.

“Tori, breakfast’s ready!”

“Kay! Lemme get dressed.”

I slipped into the closet, quickly picking out a set of black lacy lingerie that I had to fight the bra to clasp. I could have sworn I’d bought it in the right size, but this was my first time actually wearing it. It used to be that I only wore lingerie for Mary, which had been a huge bomb in counseling. So now Charlie got the tightest, sexiest clothes I could find. But this one was just a little too tight and sexy. It wasn’t so bad at first, but as I put on my button up and slacks and bounced my way down the stairs, it started digging into my chest. Definitely needed to get it exchanged.

I sat down at the table, subtly unbuttoning an extra button as Charlie placed my plate in front of me. “Thank you.” I remembered to say, putting my hand on his and smiling so he knew it was genuine. He nodded and sat next to me, digging into his french toast. “Sorry if I sweated the bed up last night, I’ll wash them so they don’t smell.”

“I didn’t notice a smell.” He shrugged, taking another bite.

“That’s good. I’ve been sweating so much these past couple days. It’s like I sweat no matter how cool I am or how hard I’m working.”

“Along with the, uh, arousal?”

I bit my lip, rubbing my thighs together. “Yeah.” Mentioning the horniness was like mentioning Voldemort.

“Sounds like a side effect of the pills.” He said flatly, gently squeezing my hand with his.

“The horny pills?”

“Well, they’re fetish pills, but yes.”

My throat got a little dry at his mention. The little pills I’d been gulping two of after dinner each night for the past week and a half. I hadn’t given much thought to them. I figured fetish pill meant, like, a pill for roleplaying a **** kink or something. I did blame my libido on them, but figured it was psychosomatic, combined with the dry spell and stress. I hadn’t put much thought into them being real pharmaceuticals.

“Are they… uh, safe?” I asked, trying not to be accusatory.

“Yes, of course.” He said, setting down his fork to look me in the eyes in earnest. “I guarantee you’re not gonna like taking them, but physically, you should only feel mild discomfort.”

“Oh.” I tried not to sound scared. He had been insistent that reconciliation was contingent on me taking the pills—and he’d been making good on his end of the agreement, even if we weren’t back to having sex, yet. It felt like I was getting my marriage back. But, well, I couldn’t just take non-prescription meds like I was in college, again. Could I? “And uh, what won’t I like, exactly?”

“Love, I told you, I can’t tell you. There’s this unequal dynamic in our marriage. I know you’re remorseful, and I can tell it’s eating you up, inside. You need something to hate me over, I need something to feel guilty over.”

“So you’re gonna get me gooned out on horny pills and withhold sex until you feel bad?” I asked, trying not to indulge the little voice telling me that was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. But Charlie shook his head adamantly.

“No, let me be totally clear. I’m not withholding sex.” He drew in a deep breath, once more laying his cards on the table. “I don’t feel attractive. You have done everything that you can, and I do feel desired. But I’m grappling with something I can’t ignore, anymore. But I’m close. We’ll definitely be having sex before you get gooned out.”

“Ok,” I nodded. “But I’ll be honest, this pill stuff is starting to freak me out a little bit. I mean, at least in my party days I knew if I was taking an upper, a downer, a psychedelic or a laxative.”

“Well, you know it increases arousal. And makes you sweat.”

“Is that everything?”

He cracked a grin. This wasn’t a Charlie grin. Charlie grins were barely contained excitement, like when someone mentions needing something you already got them for Christmas. This was a grin I only ever saw Mary wear when she was planning a mean-spirited joke. The kind of sadistic joke that got people really hurt. The kind of joke I used to laugh at in her arms.

But then that sadistic spark extinguished and he got a contemplative look, checking the time on his phone. He held up one finger, signalling for me to wait as he went into the guest bathroom, returning with a familiar bottle. Except this pill bottle was full and had his name written on a label. “I wanted to surprise you, tonight. But…” he popped the cap and dug out two pills, swallowing them. “My prescription got here this morning.”

I did feel some relief. As well as another pulse of arousal. I had many more questions, but decided to be content knowing we were both going to be the butt of this joke of his. “Drink plenty of water.” I warned him with a wry smile, taking my first bite of my french toast. “Oh, and don’t forget karaoke tonight.”