A Dream Come True

I opened my eyes, it was dark, too early to be awake but the dream had been so real I damn near came all over the bed. I turned my head to look at my wife Anita but she was soundly out, it wasn’t her that caused the hot dream. The woman in my early morning dream didn’t have a face but her body was familiar. We were on a blanket at a park, a picnic lunch spread out when I propositioned her. My dream skipped from asking to doing and just before I came in her, he called; her husband. That’s when I woke up, my erection in the grip of my right hand, the end of it clenched off to keep me from cuming all over my wife’s back. I looked up to the ceiling and as my cock began to droop, I wondered who in hell the woman was. I hadn’t had a hot fucking dream like that in years and I was kind of irritated I didn’t see her face. I didn’t know who she was but I had the impression she was someone I knew, someone I was familiar with, it was her body that I remembered.

I was feeling lustful so I rolled to my side, spooned against my wife and slipped a hand into her panties under her nightgown. I pushed my long finger down the contour of her sex, she grunted then pulled away from me. No playtime. Well shit, my hard-on would have to starve again. Anita’s sleepy refusal to let me screw her at 5:30 in the morning set my mind back to my dream; who had fired me up during the night?

The dream faded to another moment of frustration as I readied for work. During the day I thought briefly about it, but unable to put a face to the body, I gradually lost the images altogether. Just after lunch, we had a manager’s meeting, the heads of the five departments were comparing notes on company goals and issues. At the end of the meeting one of the two women in the group caught up with me on my way back to the office, “Hey Roger, remember me telling you we wanted to buy a new car?”

I stopped and looked at Yvette, “Yeah, you couldn’t decide on a BMW or a Lexus. Did you make up your mind yet?”

“Not yet, Lane wants the Beemer, I’m still leaning toward the Jap car.”

Yvette and Anita had known each other since grade school, she and her husband Lane lived close to us and over the years we all became best friends. Our daughters were fourteen and almost inseparable. About two years earlier Yvette interviewed with and got hired by our firm, so she and I started working together. As time passed our jobs melded into a yin–yang situation, the two of us made a dynamic team that produced some of the best results for the company. In that time Yvette and I grew as close as friends as she and Anita were, “So, you are at an impasse, what are you going to do?”

Yvette smiled wickedly, “Lane is going to Boston for three days, when he comes back, we’ll have a new car. I’m going to buy one before he gets back.”

“That means you get what you want, he’ll be stuck with your choice.”

She put her hand on my arm, smiled broadly, “Yup.”

About twenty minutes before quitting time Yvette came to my office, “Can you get home late today?”

Thinking she had a work issue she needed to smooth out I replied “Don’t know, what’s up?”

“I made an appointment to test drive a car; I was kind of hoping you could go with for a second opinion.”

“Yeah, I can do that, let me call Anita.”

I rode with Yvette to the Lexus dealer where she was greeted warmly by the agent. She introduced me to him, “This is Roger.”

As he shook my hand he offered, “Your wife is looking at an excellent model but she told me you might not agree.”

I thought it humorous that he assumed I was Yvette’s husband, but let it pass uncorrected, “I prefer the European side of the world. I think a BMW would look very nice parked next to my truck.”

He responded, “It probably would, but Yvette will be driving it right? No pressure here, but if you want to keep marital bliss blissful, a Lexus is the way to go.”

I stepped over to one of the cars on the display floor to look it over while Yvette and the salesman went to his cubby to retrieve keys and dealer plates. She was gone maybe five minutes then I looked up, across the top of a car when they came back into the room. The sun was low behind them so what I saw was their silhouettes as they came toward me. With a shock of recognition, the dream from the night before slammed back into my head. The outline of Yvette’s body with the sun behind her was the same as the one in my dream. In that instant, my dream woman had a face. My wife’s best friend, our neighbor, my co-worker.