by Tina Pollick
Maybe she would close her eyes for a moment. The next thing she heard was the front door slam. She jumped, grabbed the laundry basket, and began folding the clothes as though she had been ‘hard’ at it all day. I can’t believe I slept the whole day away. I swear tonight it’s early to bed for me. She turned, expecting to see the boys walking down the hallway, leaving a trail of shoes, backpacks, and jackets as they made their way through the house. What she saw next was definitely not her kids, or her husband.
She tried to scream, but nothing came out. She opened her mouth again, but this time his mouth covered hers. She smacked his bare skin, but he didn’t let go. Instead the kiss deepened and her fighting ceased. He pulled back and she thought she might fall to the floor. Her head spun. She needed to regain her senses and quick, but damn that was the most passion she’d felt in a long time. Her husband was her world, but their lives had begun to drip in opposite directions somewhere around the time when her word started revolving around the kids and his around ‘grown ups’. She should’ve been afraid; now that the shock had worn off, she felt anything, but fear.
When she was sure she’d regained her composure, she looked into his sea green eyes. Damn! Stop that, you’re a married woman. She glanced down at his sculpted abdomen. I bet you if I put an ice cube at the base of his neck, the water would travel down each and every delicious muscular curve. She was battling an internal war, one that her hormones were currently winning; she needed to get a grip and quick.
“Who are you and why are you in my house?” She asked, not recognizing the voice that whispered the words. It appeared his presence affected her ability to speak too.
“You invited me here,” he said in a deep tone, as he ran his fingers through a dark, thick mane of hair that touched his shoulders.
“As much fun as this has been, I think you’ve made a mistake. I’m a happily married woman and I didn’t invite you here.” She turned and picked up the basket. “I think you should leave before my husband gets home.” She lifted her arm and glanced at her invisible watch. “Which will be anytime now. He’s a really big guy, carries a gun, knows karate, and uh, did I mention he’s really big?”
He walked over and placed a finger under her chin. She wondered if he could see her heart beating out of her chest. “You did, but I can’t leave until I’ve fulfilled your every desire.”
She pulled away from him. “Listen. You’re freaking gorgeous and any woman would be lucky to jump your bones and I’m flattered that you think I’m the one you’re supposed to meet, but I’m not. Besides, I’m sure the woman who’s waiting for you is a hell of a lot sexier than I am.”
He removed the basket from her arms and set it down. “Delinda, you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I think you’re sexy as hell.”
She couldn’t help herself and started laughing out loud. “You don’t get out much do you?” She paused for a moment. “Wait. How do you know my name?”
“You called to me. First last night and again this morning. I tried to resist your call, but as you can see I couldn’t.” He traced his fingers up her arms and the hairs began to rise. She pulled away rubbing it.
“I’m sorry that you made this trip here for nothing, but there’s been a mistake. I didn’t call you and if I did, maybe I was sleep walking. I haven’t been sleeping good and-“
Her words were cut off as he closed his mouth over hers, silencing her thoughts and voice. One hand wrapped around her waist and the other held the back of her head as he pulled her closer, making the kiss deeper. Her vagina throbbed. He started to move backwards until her legs touched the couch and she sat back, with him straddling her. His hand moved up to the edge of her shirt, sliding up until his warm fingers touched her skin. They moved up her back as he traced small circles, until they reached her bra. With one smooth motion the bra was undone and her breasts rested against her abdomen.
She jumped up, and he fell to the floor, but he grasped her arms and brought her on top of him. She tried to get off him, but he held her tight. “Let go of me!”
He released her and she could see the confusion in his eyes. He really believed she wanted him here and if she was honest with herself, she did. But cheating on Mike was something she would never do. Then it hit her. She wouldn’t cheat on her husband in real life, so there was only one explanation. “I’m dreaming. You’re not real, this is a dream.”
He smiled, revealing a dimple on his left cheek. “If you say so.”
She stood, towering over him. “Of course it is. Look at me.” She motioned from head to toe. “And look at you.”
“I can’t take my eyes off you, or my hands.”
She laughed. “This is a dream, and the most vivid one I’ve had in years.”
“If it’s a dream then why don’t you join me down here?” He patted his leg, and she couldn’t help but notice the big bulge that was trapped in those tight blue jeans.
“I’m sorry… wait, what is your name?” She held her hand on her hip, realizing that she not only made out with a stranger, but she didn’t even know his name. Yeah it was a dream, but she would still like to know who she was swapping spit with.
“You may call me Drago.” His fingers traced the dragon tattoo that started on his neck and went down his side and wrapped around his lower back.
“I vaguely remember a dream about a dragon last night. Was that you?”
He nodded with a smirk.
“Okay, this has been fun and I really mean that, but I have a ton of stuff to do today so I need to wake up.” She glanced at him. “How do I wake up?”
“Maybe if you finish what you are meant to do in this dream, then you will wake.”
“So you’re saying the only way I can wake up is if we have sex?”
“You make that sound like a bad thing.” He leaned forward and with a quick motion he was on his feet and she was in his arms. “Where is your bedroom?”
“Um, yeah about that. I don’t care if this is a dream, we’re not having sex in the bed my husband and I share.”
He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Then where should I take you?”
She thought for a moment. The kid’s rooms were out too, and there really wasn’t anywhere else in the house where they could go without her feeling guiltier then she already did. Dreams aren’t really cheating, are they? She sighed and made peace with the decision she was about to make. She loved her husband, but she knew this dream had a purpose, and she was going to find out what it was.
“Right here is fine.” She patted the couch and forced a smile.
He set her down. “Very well then. Take off your clothes.”
Those four little words filled her with a fear she didn’t know she possessed. “Um I’ll remove my pants, but the shirt stays on.”
“Remove it all or would you rather I help?” He stepped closer and she backed up.
“See the thing is, I used to have a rocking body. I mean if I was a man I would’ve done me, but I had a couple kids and a little more chocolate than I should’ve had and this body isn’t rocking anymore.”
“I see a sexy, vibrant woman. Take them off.” He unbuttoned his jeans and slipped them off. She tried not to stare at the hard-on that rested against his belly, but she couldn’t take her eyes away.
Now she had butterflies, but she wasn’t sure if it was the fear of him seeing her naked or what he had planned for that pole he proudly sported. “I see,” she cleared her throat, “that you, uh, ate your Wheaties this morning. May I ask where you plan on putting that?” She pointed to the dick that seemed to get larger with each passing second.
He pulled her close, then turned her around, lowered his head and whispered in her ear. “Take off your clothes. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. If you don’t believe me, then how do you suppose I got this?” He rubbed his dick back and forth across her ass.
She tried to speak, but nothing came out. She tried again, but the words were so quiet she wasn’t sure if he wo
uld be able to hear her. “I’m not sure that thing will fit in my crotch and I delivered two babies vaginally, I’m positive it won’t fit in my ass, and I’d rather you not try.”
He laughed and turned her so she faced him. “I will not do anything you don’t wish me to. If you can’t see that I find you irresistible, how else can I show you?”
“Maybe you’re seeing the smoking hot version of myself and for now, I’m going with that.” She took a deep breath and lifted her shirt and the bra that was already undone, over her head.
He stared at her for a moment. “Now your pants.”
She grabbed the stretchy waist band, berating herself for not having better fashion sense in her dream, and pulled her panties and sweats off. “Better?”
“Much.” He pulled her close and kissed her neck and then moved down to one breast, sucking and nibbling on her nipple. Then he turned his attention to the other one, and repeated while gently squeezing the first one.
A sigh escaped her mouth and she pressed closer and held his head tighter to her breast. She moaned and felt the slightest tinge of regret when he pulled away.
He turned her toward the edge of the couch. “Spread your legs.”
She tried to turn around, but he was there, his dick resting against her back. He kissed her neck and then her ear lobe before nipping it with his teeth. “I will not do anything you don’t want me to, but I need you to relax and enjoy this moment. Can you do that?”
She nodded, afraid of what noise, if any, would leave her mouth.
She did trust him, and that was strange because she did not trust easily. It was like she had known him her whole life. He was pushing her boundaries and forcing her to reclaim her sexuality, but was that really a bad thing?
She separated her legs a little.
“Wider,” he said.
She moved them apart a little further.
“Wider.”
She knew what he wanted. It took every bit of courage to leave herself so vulnerable, but she opened up and bent over the arm of the couch.
He laughed.
She turned her head. “What’s so funny?”
“I couldn’t get you to open your legs and now you’re sprawled out for me. You are an all or nothing woman, aren’t you?” He moved in closer, his dick resting at her entrance.
She nodded.
He pushed in a little at a time, stretching her a little more with each movement. She now was walking a line that bordered between pleasure and pain. He palmed her hips and with a swift thrust he buried himself deep inside. She let out a scream as the first of many orgasms washed over her.
They collapsed onto the ground, in each other’s arms.
“Wow! That was… wow,” she said.
He kissed her cheek, then her nose, her other cheek and then a gentle kiss on her lips. “Wow indeed.”
She snuggled into his arms, and rested her head on his chest. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“You’ve made me feel something I haven’t felt in a long time—desirable. Somewhere on the journey to being a wife and mother, I’d forgotten that I’m also a woman. You’ve helped me remember that. So thank you.” His essence began to fade and panic started to set in. “Wait! Where are you going?”
“You don’t need me anymore. I believe your dream is almost over.”
“No it can’t be!”
****
Drago left with reluctance as all guardians must do. He had fulfilled his purpose and now it was time for him to leave. He had waited for this moment since the first time he laid eyes on her. They glowed, like brilliant green embers, as anger began to consume him.
He needed to get control before the dragon from within let loose and put a whooping on Mike’s ass. He exhaled and tried to focus. He closed them and smiled.
Good, Mike got my message. His body dissolved into mist and floated toward a bright blinding light. All except for a small piece that seeped into the mortal realm.
His laugh echoed in the vast space. She will always be with me now.
Chapter Three
Warm hands touched her cheek and she jumped up from the couch. As her eyes focused on the room and her surroundings, she saw the laundry basket full of clothes to be folded and sorted. She panicked unable to differentiate between her dream and reality. She looked up and saw Mike. Things started to make sense as she realized it was his warm hands on her cheeks that awoke her from her dream. Oh my god, he knows. I just know it. She glanced down to see if she was dressed or not and quickly evaluated the room for any evidence of the presence of the mysterious Drago. Mike had a puzzled look on his face. She was sure her reactions were the cause for that. She tried to collect herself, but it felt so real.
“Delinda dear…. You are sweating! Are you ok?”
“Dear??? Really Mike? Dear?” Delinda responded with thick sarcasm. Mike hadn’t used terms of endearment in years. She thought back to the last time and it had been a long time, maybe since their youngest son Parker was an infant.
“Is this about my keys? Honey I told you, I just have too much on my mind to think about those damn keys every day. It’s the least of my concern! But if it means avoiding this when I get home, consider it done…” he said.
Delinda glared back across the room at him. “The keys aren’t the only thing we have lost,” Delinda replied. She took a deep breath then released it with a sigh. She walked over to the laundry basket, picked it up, and headed to the kitchen table to sort the laundry, and her thoughts.
Why did she feel somewhat disappointed that it was just a dream? In one short dream, she had more romance, excitement, and orgasms than she had had in years. She had figured out a long time prior that in the brochure for marriage and a family, they conveniently leave out the part that explains you will have no sex life for the next eighteen years, and after that it could be touch and go based on attraction and, well… ability. On the other hand, she felt excited. Almost as if she had committed the ultimate crime and knew she would never get caught. No evidence, no crime! She thought with a heavy heart, consumed by guilt.
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Mike stood at a distance and observed his wife who, since he had come home from work, behaved like a stranger. This is not Delinda, he told himself. He wasn’t sure what happened today, but he knew that something happened. He watched as Delinda folded the clothes. He couldn’t help but notice that she was smiling. As time continued, he could hear her humming quietly. Mike was so confused how someone could go from startled, to angry, to humming. Then again, Mike had stopped trying to figure out women a long time ago. As he continued to watch, she began to move her hips back and forth to the beat of the tune she hummed.
His dick seemed to grow with the movement of her ass. It had been a long time since he really looked at his beautiful wife. She gave up everything to raise the boys, and that was something he had taken for granted. His balls drew up and he tried to adjust himself to offer some relief. No matter how much he moved himself, it didn’t help. He had almost forgotten what he had come home early for, but right now the only thing he could think about was burying himself deep within her.
He stalked into the room and turned her around. The anger and confusion was now replaced with surprise. Right now he didn’t want to make love to his wife, he wanted to consume her. He pulled her close and kissed her as he hadn’t in years. She didn’t respond at first, but soon her tongue and his battled as the passion increased.
He released her and she lifted her head with hooded eyes. “What has gotten into you?”
He grinned. “I haven’t seen you move your ass like that in a long time.”
Her face flushed. “I wasn’t moving any different than I usually do.”
“Then I’m an idiot, for not noticing more often.” He brought her close and rubbed his groin against her. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”
She playfully slapped his chest and he pulled away with a small gasp. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
He remem
bered why he had come home early now, and he wasn’t sure how she was going to react. He still wasn’t sure why he’d done it. Maybe a midlife crisis, but when he saw it, he knew he had to get it.
“Don’t get mad. I know we should’ve discussed it first, but this was something I had to do.”
He removed his jacket, tie, and then started to unbutton the cream dress shirt. He pulled the shirt open, exposing a chest that once carried a six pack, but now carried a keg. He slipped it off and he heard Delinda gasp.
“What happened to you?” She placed her fingers on the four by four gauze dressing.
He reached down and removed the bandage. He watched her sway to the left, then to the right before collapsing. He reached out and caught her before she hit the ground.
“Delinda! Wake up! I’m so sorry I didn’t think you would be this upset. Please wake up!” He cradled her in his arms, rocking her back and forth. He silently berated himself for doing something so stupid.
She opened her eyes and smiled. She reached up and ran her fingers against the stubble on his chin. “You have a tattoo… a dragon tattoo.”
“Yes, but I’ll get it removed-”
His words were cut off when she placed her fingers on his lips. “I love it and I love you.”