Her career flourished over the next several years. She was busy and happy, her marriage was solid and she was grateful for the man that stood beside her. Her fantasy lover became that memory that woke her every morning and he was always there in her spirit when she sang. For that was what they had shared so passionately... aside from the countless whispered explosions, of course. He would often sing to her as they came down from the peaks and she to him. They spoke in song lyrics, their language was sacred...they were two eternal souls that happened to connect on a cosmic level she would never understand. But its existence shamed her. The guilt of her real indiscretion also haunted her. Her fantasy lover seemed the biggest sin for the connection was so spiritual yet nothing physical had transpired and so she held that in her heart, in her soul and carried that guilt within her. However, the brief exchange with Kevin would seem the only real offense and despite their encounter on that Thursday night, she did indeed sing with him again... just about every Thursday and Friday for the next 7 years that she wasn't otherwise engaged. They flirted with one another mercilessly and each enjoyed the passion they shared for music and so they let it be just that and nothing more. At last her life seemed so full and perfect... and then it happened.
She swore it was just a sore throat but to a singer that could be serious so she always wanted to nip it in the bud and called to see her doctor. She waited patiently as the nurse took her temp and pulse, her weight had risen but only a few pounds nothing to be concerned about. Dr. Olsen was a great doctor, he was handsome and caring and he was 3 months YOUNGER than her and she hated that. How could a "doctor" be younger then her? She still felt like she was 20 but knew a hell of a lot more at 36.
He did the usual once over, told her to say aaaahhhhh and then he felt her throat to check for swelling in the tonsils. Their professional relationship had been ongoing for nearly 7 years so he knew she sang and what her major concerns were. Rotating his fingers here and there, behind her ears and down her neck then back up her throat and down the jaw line each time he stopped at the same point and rotated his fingers. There at the base of her neck, the right side, where the throat starts to slope over the collar bone. He asked if it hurt, she said no. More probing.... say aaahhhhh again. Damn, that meant 1 week on meds, no singing, no talking. She'd miss at least 4 rehearsals, 2 gigs and a music theory class at the college. But at least they caught it early.
"You know, Dawn, you've got some swelling here I don't like."
"Damn, I thought you were trying to get cozy with me." she giggled and he nudged her shoulder like a teenager.
"So let's do some test, ok. I'm sure it's nothing but with that voice of yours we've got to be sure."
The day they told her she had cancer she knew that everything would change. Her family, her husband, even her friends would come to pity her and she hated the idea. She didn't really feel different, at least not yet, she felt strong and healthy as she walked to her car. No tears had come yet, no mourning or fear. She had to hold that at bay, she wasn't ready.
She decided before she started the car that she would not tell Dominic that night. That last night would be dedicated to pure fantasy... she wanted to fulfill every wish that came to her husbands lips and those that she sought in her imaginations. A night of bliss before he... before they knew the truth. And she knew exactly how to make that happen.
She pulled in the parking lot of the strip mall to find it relatively empty despite several businesses. She'd seen the XXX sign a million times and would never have imagined herself going inside but she parked, glanced quickly in the mirror her eyes never meeting her own in reflection. The bell rang lightly when she entered and she was relieved to see a woman working behind the counter. She was shy and she could feel the blush covering her face and chest as she walked down the aisles. First to the clothes to ease herself in, she sorted through the racks and held out a nice black 2 piece number in leather and lace, she smiled as she knew it would surprise her relatively conservative husband. Oh, Dominic was willing to think outside the box, she just hadn't given him the chance. But again how can a woman ask for what she needs if it remains a mystery even to her.
The movie section was next and she couldn't ignore the fact that her panties were wet as she viewed all the dirty pictures... which movie would be right? It appeared they had a little of everything and she nearly choked when she saw some of the raunchier titles. Her eyes settled on one that caused her thighs to twitch. One gorgeous woman with a man at each end, one rod filling her mouth and the other her taking her from behind; the damp warmth started to spread through her core as she turned the case over and saw the snapshots on the back. Yes, this was the right one and she tucked it under her arm with the black leather doilies she intended on wearing. Dawn glanced up at the woman behind the counter, she seemed involved in her book and oblivious to her presence as she continued over to the glass shelves that housed a menagerie of vibrators, dildos, rings, bondage accoutrements and a few things she couldn't even fathom but dead center third shelf down held the prize she coveted.
It was beautiful, if a dick could be such a thing, its shape was perfect and exact in every detail. She stared intently through the packaging eyeing each vein, the bulbous head and heavy balls. It looked so real and according to the package it was jelly and guaranteed to satisfy. She squeezed her thighs tightly together as she imagined being filled like the woman in the photos, she rocked back and forth ever so slightly, the friction stimulating her distended clit. Her eyes closed for a second as she felt a mini explosion radiate through her. She grabbed the dildo, paid for her wicked treasures and ran to her car as quickly as possible.
