The house was beautiful. It looked like one of the houses you see on home improvement shows, but in the after segments. I couldn’t believe how clean and pristine everything was. Clearly, these people had no children as there wasn’t a toy or electronic device to be seen, other then the impressive TV and media center on the back wall. The fire in the front room reflected beautifully off of the dark hard wood floors. The soft glow lit the room making it feel warm and inviting. “Where the hell am I” I thought as I walked through grand hall. It wasn’t until I walked up closer to the huge mirror hanging over the fireplace that I realized how I was dressed. I reached down and touched the silky fabric of the crimson red dress I wore. The front was very low cut, lower then I’d ever worn in my life. The bodice tightly clung to my frame, the skirt was handkerchief cut and laid softly on my skin. I turned to see there was no back on the dress. I flushed at the thought of being seen in it. My heel’s were the same color as the dress, strappy 4 inch peep toe’s. My hair curled and laying so perfectly on my shoulders. “Is this really me?” I thought.
“You look amazing my dear” a voice from behind me said. “As you always do” he said coming closer to me. I had no clue who he was, but yet I did know. He felt familiar to me. He had sandy blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, defining jaw, and soft lips that curled up on each side as I looked at him. His 6’3 frame towered over my short 5’7″. He shoulders wide, waist narrow, body well defined. Even though he was dressed in a suit you could still see the outline of the muscles under the fabric. “Like what you see” he asked. “Very much so” I replied. He walked up to me and put a hand on either side of my face “good, because I definitely like what I’m seeing” he said as he lowered his mouth to mine. The electricity shot through my body, piercing and tingling every part of me. I couldn’t help myself, I kissed back. My arms wrapped around him pulling him closer to me. After several moments my brain started screaming to me and I pulled away from him. “I’m married” I said, “I can’t do this”. He grinned at me and pulled me close again. “Your mouth says you can’t, your body tells me other wise” he said kissing me again. Trying as hard as I could to fight it, my body gave in, “traitor” I thought.
I wanted this man. I wanted to touch him, kiss him, feel his essence inside mine. I’d not wanted something this bad in a very long time. It was almost as scary as it was exciting. His fingers danced across my skin sending shivers down my spine. “Your shaking” he said while teasing the exposed skin on my back with his finger tips, driving me insane with desire. “Maybe I should take you by the fire” he said as he picked me up and carried me over to the fireplace. “Stay right there” he said. He walked over to the door on the side of the living room and pulled out a thick blanket and a couple of pillows. He laid them out on the floor in front of the fire and walked back over to me. He took his jacket off and threw it on the couch. “Now, where were we?” He asked as he walked up behind me and started kissing the back of my neck. He wrapped one arm around my waist and bent me over slightly to kiss lower on my back. My body ached for this man. I felt the clasps on my dress come undone as it fell forward leaving my breast exposed. His hand moved up cupping one then the other. His other hand sliding up under my skirt. I couldn’t stand it anymore, I felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t have him right then. I turned around and pressed my lips to his, feverishly looking for his tongue and finding it. My hands working quickly on his shirt buttons. He found the zipper to the dress and it fell to the floor. I stood there in nothing but the red heels, my body on fire, my mind no longer thinking of the consequences of this night. Only one thing was in my thoughts and it was him. My shaky hands found the button and zipper to his trousers and with expert movements his pants fell to the floor quickly. He looked into my eyes and picked me up and laid me down on the makeshift bed. Our hands exploring each others body, leaving no place untouched. Passion and desire over took us, taking us to a different time and place. We were the only two people alive in the world at that moment. We took hours discovering each other and exhausting one another. Finally, we lay there, wrapped up in each others embrace, exhausted and sweaty. Smiles danced across our faces as we drifted off to sleep. “I do love you” he said. “I love you too” I sleepily said.
“Baby, wake up. Your going to be late for work” I heard my husband say. More asleep then awake I rolled over expecting to find my dream lover laying beside me. He wasn’t there. As reality crept back in I realized that he was indeed a “dream” lover, even though he felt so real. My heart ached a little, my body ached even more, ached for him and his touch. “Damn it” I said as I rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. It was just a dream, but it felt so real. I felt every touch, every kiss, every orgasm. How is that possible I thought. I walked back to the bedroom wishing I could get back to my dream but instead knowing I had to get dressed. “Did you sleep well” my husband asked. “Yeah I did, you?” I asked with the guilt suddenly creeping in. I couldn’t even look at him in the eye. “Not really” he said, “you kept tossing and turning” The guilt and embarrassment threatened to take over. “Sorry” I said. “It’s okay” he said as he walked up to me. “it must have been a great dream” he said as he wrapped his arms around me. I felt horrible guilt at his touch. I wasn’t sure if it was guilt for “cheating” on him in my dream, or guilt that I was cheating on my dream lover with him. I kissed him quickly and walked out of the room.. I couldn’t get to work fast enough today…