The Fever Dream

The Fever Dream

The sun had long since set as we pulled up the driveway in our sport utility vehicle. Vanessa snored softly in the passenger seat, her head leaning slightly against the window, her hoodie serving as a makeshift pillow.

As I parked the car in front of our home, I reminisced about how this entire area was once the middle of nowhere. With a sigh, I mulled over the fact that the middle of nowhere seemed to be sprouting more houses and infrastructure as of late. Lost in my thoughts, I absentmindedly reached over and rubbed my sleeping wife’s knees. “We’re here, Ness,” I said as I shut off the engine.

The air was thick and humid as we stepped out into the night. The stars hung low over the horizon, the full moon shone brightly, and a soft breeze stirred Vanessa’s chocolate waves as we walked toward our front door.

“Oh, John, I’m so tired,” she said as she leaned against me.

“At least you got to sleep in the car my dear,” I responded. “I can assure you that I had no such luxury.”

“Oh, shut up,” Vanessa shot back, a playful smile on her sleepy face as her mouth widened into a yawn.

Inside our house we undressed, but were too tired for sex. The day had been busy for both of us, and we both longed to enjoy the simple pleasure of a good night’s sleep.

“John, would you please free me?” Vanessa asked.

Sex or no sex, it was a nightly ritual for us. It had been ever since our wedding night years ago, when a young wife helped her nervous virgin-best-friend-turned-husband to undress her for the first time. (Author’s note: If you don’t know that story, feel free to read it here on Marriage Heat. It is titled “The Big Reveal”.)

Tired as I was, I never missed a chance to reenact those heartfelt moments once again. I reached over and felt the silky skin of my wife’s back. I gently disconnected the clasped hooks of Vanessa’s bra one by one, and as it finally fell away, she turned to face me, throwing her hair back playfully as her pendulous breasts swayed hypnotically.

“Thanks, Bud,” Vanessa said with a smile, referring to me by the special nickname she used for me when we were simply best friends.

A shiver went down my spine, but I admit, we were both too tired to do much except murmur our goodnights and fall across the bed.

Not long after that, Vanessa was slumbering silently next to me. I felt myself drifting slowly towards dreamland, and wondered to myself if I would dream about anything sexy… particularly about the topic we had been discussing in the car ride home.

 

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“Have you thought more about that hotel I told you about?” I asked flirtatiously as the miles passed.

Vanessa cocked her head toward me, her eyeliner accentuating her attractive almond eyes as she smirked.

“Ooohh. Yes, I have. I don’t know. I mean, there are people I wouldn’t mind seeing us… well, you know.” She paused, a mischievous smile slowly spreading across her face. “I mean, I kinda think it would have to be unplanned for me to really enjoy it. Sort of like happened when…” Her face took on a mix of excitement and unease. “…Well, I don’t really want to think about my past. But I thought about that hotel and… I’m not so sure, John. I mean, seriously? Just any random passerby in a seedy neighborhood like that could stop and watch us? Just like in the pictures you showed me?”

There was a tense silence as she grimaced and shook her head slightly, her hair bouncing pleasantly as she did so.

“You sure you’d be okay with that?” she asked.

“Well, at least we could rest assured only adults would see us,” I responded. “And besides. It’s part of the atmosphere of that part of the town. That hotel has also gone on record that they like it when their guests get it on together. It only adds to the party atmosphere and, well, it draws in more guests.”

Vanessa crossed her arms over her full bosom, looked down at her partly-exposed cleavage, and smiled satisfactorily. “I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve drawn attention with my looks,” she said in a seductive, breathy, low voice, before turning her head towards me, a coy smile playing across her face.

I smiled, remembering some of the naughty stories she had shared with me about her college days, and about some of the racy theater productions she had been a part of.

“Well, anyway…” Vanessa’s voice sounded with her normal tone, which suddenly brought me back into the present. “I’m not as young or as thin as I was back then. I dunno…”

“Oh, come on, Ness. You’ve been taking great care of yourself lately. You look great! I know you’re still a bit heavier than you were back then, but your ass looks even bigger, better, and r-r-r-r-rounder than it did in those days…” I trilled my r’s as I groped playfully at her ass in the seat next to me.

“Hands on the wheel, mister!” she said as she playfully swatted away my hand.

She looked at me with a playful smirk, and I winked at her.

We drove on in silence until Vanessa sat bolt upright and cooed over the bridge being lit up at night. “Look at that!” she cried…

 

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My mind started to drift in and out of sleep as I mulled over our conversation and the other various parts of our evening. The bridge, the late-night stop for coffee and snacks, the full moon…

And it all began to swirl together as I slowly fell into the waiting arms of a restless slumber.

 

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I awoke in another world. Vanessa and I were kissing each other breathlessly, as if we were dying of thirst and our mouths were desperately searching each other’s faces, necks, and mouths for a source of life-giving water. A soft red glow illuminated us, and I felt the outdoor air tousling my hair—but it felt different in temperature and humidity than I was used to. It suddenly dawned on me that we were in a different city, standing on a hotel balcony facing a crowded street as a group of midnight revelers passed by. Several neon signs added to the bohemian atmosphere surrounding us. The sounds of partygoers and music, not to mention many interesting and exotic aromas, were being carried along by the gentle breeze.

I turned to face my wife. “Are you ready?” I asked.

Vanessa’s lips parted, her face flushed as she nodded wordlessly. She was already wearing only a black lacy bra and a pair of blue jeans that hugged her thick legs and ass tantalizingly. With one skillful motion, I unlatched all the clasps on her bra at once, and it fell away, her curves bouncing in the red lights, and full view of the street below.

I heard someone let out a low whistle, and several people cheered. “That’s what I’m talking about!” I heard a man’s voice slur drunkenly as I began to kiss and nuzzle and motorboat Vanessa’s breasts, which elicited several excited moans from her as someone else below us excitedly cried out, “Big tits! Yeah!”

Vanessa then took a half step back and shimmied out of her jeans, revealing only a small leopard-print thong underneath, clearly damp with her body’s sweat, combined with the evidence of her own sexual arousal. Her body’s creamy-yellow skin was flushed with an excited hue, and our rapidly growing audience seemed to collectively hold its breath as she slowly and seductively hooked her fingertips around the waistband and pulled downward.

They broke into cheers as it fell to the floor—her hips, ass, and wet pussy completely exposed—but Vanessa only seemed to have eyes for me. Her face was aflame with lust, and as she licked her lips seductively for me, she hooked the damp thong on her painted big toe, then lifted her leg dramatically and flung the thong over the railing, letting it fall into the cheering crowd below us. Her pussy was so wet that a few drops of her moisture landed on my feet as she did this, and I was certain some of it landed on our aroused, drunken audience as well. I looked down and saw some of them were shedding their own clothing now.

I then returned my gaze to my wife. She was doing a dance I had seen her do many times before, which would explain the sudden roar from the crowd. As I watched her raise her arms seductively above her head, her mouth slightly open and tongue just visible, her gaze directed toward her own swaying hips and jiggling breasts, I vicariously savored the intense rush of pleasure I felt radiating from her flushed, sweaty body. I could tell she equally loved being the center of attention, and seeing the effect she was having on me, and also on the people enjoying themselves below. Her mouth was half open as her breath came in excited gasps. Her pink-mascara-painted, almond-shaped eyes were hooded, those deep blue-grey pools sparkling with a storm of intense passion.

Suddenly, she called my name and pulled me toward her by my collar. “There’s only one problem,” she purred in a cat-like voice. She looked down at the crowd.

“What do you think we should do about it?” she addressed them in a sultry, hoarse murmur.

The answers came up from various voices: “Take it off!” “Strip him!” “Let’s see him naked!”

And with that, she started to undress me.

First, my shirt came off. “Look at that hunk!” I heard a woman say as Vanessa exposed my athletic torso. The tension seemed to build even more as my pants came off, and finally my underwear, my cock springing free.

I half expected a roar of applause similar to—if maybe not as enthusiastic as—the one Vanessa had received moments before.

But it was as if you could hear a pin drop.

Then I heard a drunken voice—I couldn’t tell if it was male or female—say what everyone must have been thinking. I say that because as soon as the words were uttered, it seemed like everyone broke into laughter.

“Look at how skinny that cock is! What is that?!”

As the sounds of the revelers’ laughter echoed in my ears, I felt horrified.

A drunken man’s voice yelled out, “You don’t deserve a real woman like that, you… You pencil dick!”

The red lights began to flash, and the laughter grew louder and louder. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Vanessa, still in her birthday suit, was staring back at me, her eyes growing wider and wider as she began to shake her head and scream, “John! Oh no! John! Oh no!” over and over again.

I began to feel like the entire hotel was about to collapse under us. I struggled to take a breath.

 

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Suddenly, I was sitting up in bed, my body shaking and covered in cold sweat. I was no longer at the hotel in the faraway exotic city, but in our own familiar bedroom, in our own familiar house, back in the very bland, very vanilla Upper Midwest.

I suddenly became aware of the fact that I was struggling to breathe, and I heard Vanessa’s panicked voice again as I felt her large breasts pressed against me. I then realized she was half-holding, half-supporting me in a sitting position as she yelled, “John! Oh no! You’re having an asthma attack!”

I reached for my inhaler on the nightstand next to me, exhaling with a wheeze and then inhaling as deeply as I could as the life-giving nectar pumped down my throat.

“Do you need me to turn on your machine? Do I need to call 911?” Vanessa asked shakily.

“No…no… I’m going to be alright… I think,” I gasped as my breathing began to loosen. “But I do think I’ll take a breathing treatment.”

She cradled my head as I turned on the machine and slipped the mask on, a lone tear sliding down her round face.

“John?” she said, as I breathed comfortably with the mask on. “You feel feverish.”

She got up, took the thermometer, and scanned my forehead. “101.5,” she said.

“I… I know, Ness. I just had one of those weird fever dreams,” I said, muffled by the mask. “I’m probably fighting some sort of respiratory bug I picked up—that always seems to trigger the asthma.” I paused to take another much-needed breath. “I’ll go see Dr. Kasparov first thing tomorrow.” I looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was 2:56 AM. “Later today, I mean.”

I finished my breathing treatment as Vanessa held my hand. As the machine shut off, leaving us once more in the quiet, Vanessa wrapped her arms around me and broke the silence.

“John? I know how much it means to you, and I thought a bit more about the hotel. Now, I still don’t know if I’d be comfortable going there, but I do have some other naughty ideas…”

I gently interrupted her. “Ness?”

“Yeah?” she answered softly.

“Can we talk about those things later? I just want… no, I need… you right now. I want you to be the whole world to me,” I said with a soft sigh.

“Oh… okay,” Vanessa replied gently.

She leaned my head against her bare bosom and began to hum softly as she played with my loose waves of dark hair.

“Is something bothering you, Honey?” she asked as she softly stroked my face and held me.

“I… I don’t know why it’s bothering me again. I just feel… so inadequate sometimes.”

“Why, John?” she asked. “You’re a wonderful husband. You work hard and are respected at your job. You are well liked by your friends. What do you mean?”

“It’s just… Ah, sometimes I just feel like my body isn’t good enough,” I said softly.

“You? You’re one of the most powerful men I’ve ever known. I’ve seen you toss a grown man like he was a rag doll. Maybe your fever is making you delirious or something,” she said, confused.

“No, Ness, not that. I mean… my private parts…” my voice trailed off.

“John,” she said, “You have some of the biggest balls I’ve ever seen, both literally and figuratively…”

“…And the thinnest cock you’ve ever seen,” I said it with a tone of finality, my voice slightly hoarse with the combined effects of emotion as well as the recent asthma attack.

Vanessa was quiet for a few moments, her face shadowed with a sort of sadness that tugged at my heartstrings.

She finally spoke.

“John?”

“Yes?” I answered.

“You know I don’t tell pretty lies. I’ve always been honest with you. I mean it when I say you’ve got an incredible, strong body. You have the kindest eyes I’ve ever seen. Your dicky is long enough for you to suck—you’ve shown me—and long enough to hurt me if you’re not careful. I don’t care that it’s not the thickest, veiniest one out there. Because it’s yours.” As she said this, she reached into my shorts and gently took it in her hand, and held it as if it were a sacred object.

“I could buy you dildos and toys, you know, to make up for what I’m lacking,” I said.

Vanessa smiled as if remembering something in the distant past. “I know, Bud. I’ve never been that into toys… Trust me, I’ve tried… well, I’ve tried at least some of them. Maybe some other time. If it’s something you wear, maybe…” She paused again, a distant look in her eyes. “…But I like knowing it’s your dicky that’s touching me, both inside and out…” She let her voice trail off. I couldn’t be sure in the darkened room, but it looked like maybe a couple of small tears rolled down her cheeks in the silence.

I thought she was going to speak again, but she let the silence linger before eventually beginning to hum again, still holding my head against her comforting breasts and playing with my hair.

I didn’t notice when sleep took me again, but I can honestly say that I didn’t have any more asthma attacks—or nightmares—for the rest of that night.