This picks up directly after Part 2. A big thanks to SteveWallace for all his editing help and suggestions!
Stuart stood in the doorway of the bedroom, staring. The night before, he had spent most of his evening working on his presentation for his big meeting. He had worked until after midnight and then finally collapsed into bed, exhausted. He hadn't been able to sleep initially -- he was stressing about the following day.
This presentation could make his career. If he landed this client, his position within his company would skyrocket. He could ask whatever he wanted from a salary perspective -- a pay rise, new car, stock options -- nothing would be off the table. He would also be able to hand off a lot of his smaller customers to just focus on this one. He had tossed and turned for a few hours before finally drifting off to sleep.
He had dreamt he was walking along the beach with Elizabeth, holding hands. She was wearing almost nothing, showing off her amazing body and ample assets. He was in a pair of boardshorts. They walked along the beach until they reached a hut, where inside someone had setup a bar. Elizabeth told him she wanted to cool off for a bit, so as Stuart started preparing them some drinks, she ran off into the waves, diving under the water and emerging, her hair wet and flowing down her back.
She started swimming around lazily, enjoying the sunshine and the cool water. Suddenly the scene shifted -- it was night time. The ocean was dark and rough, a harsh wind whipping across the beach. Stuart walked out of the hut with a drink in each hand, looking around confused. He called out for his wife, worried now as the waves were crashing with intensity. He heard voices nearby and headed towards them. As he got closer, over the sound of the waves and the wind, he heard Elizabeth.
She sounded like she was in pain. Dropping the drinks, he ran as fast as he could towards her but the sand slowed him down, like it was trying to hold his feet. He finally reached a small sand hill and crested it -- and stopped dead in his tracks. There on the sand, hidden from the wind, was Elizabeth. Stark naked, she was on all fours, hair pushed over her right shoulder. Behind her was a man. Stuart couldn't make out his face, almost like it had been obscured on purpose.
The man was kneeling behind his wife, hands on her hips as he roughly pounded into her, his pelvis crashing into her butt cheeks like the waves crashing on the beach. He kept a furious pace, slamming himself fully into Elizabeth before pulling almost all the way out. Elizabeth was looking straight at Stuart, her eyes staring directly into his. She looked like she was in a trance, rocking backwards to meet the man's thrusts.
She was moaning loud enough to hear her over the wind, obviously enjoying the pulverizing she was receiving. She kept staring straight at Stuart as she rocked, her moans getting louder and louder. Finally, she threw her head back and screamed, in a voice and pitch Stuart had never heard before.
"MAKE ME CUM, PLEASE! MAKE ME CUMMMMMMM..."
Her voice trailed off as her body went stiff, shaking. Her head dropped forward and Stuart could see every muscle in her body quake. He tried to step forward, to reach her, help her up but the sand had swallowed his feet, not letting him move. Elizabeth kept screaming, orgasm after orgasm rocking her body. The man kept pounding away until he finally pulled out, spraying his seed all over her back. Elizabeth moaned loudly as she felt the hot jizz land.
Stuart suddenly woke up. He was in bed at the hotel, a light sheet covering him. He rolled over and saw it was almost dawn and the bed beside him was empty. He sat up and swung his feet over the side of the bed. He looked down and realized he was erect -- so much so he had popped the button on his boxers and his cock was poking out the hole.
He stood and listened, hearing noises coming from the lounge area. He walked to doorway and froze.
Stuart couldn't believe his eyes. Elizabeth was laying on the couch in one of his t-shirts. She was facing the back of the couch and he could see she had a cushion between her thighs. She was grinding her hips, pushing the cushion against the couch, moaning as she did.
Not sure if she was dreaming or awake, Stuart's cock grew even harder. He watched for a moment or two, listening to his wife's moans and groans, before silently making his way over to the couch. He crouched down behind her and began to stroke her hair. Her head leant backwards into his hand, her moans getting louder. She reached back and took his hand, placing it on her breast.
As Stuart tweaked her very erect nipple, he heard her say something softly under her breath. He leant closer to her and whispered in her ear "What was that, baby?" Elizabeth turned slightly; her eyes still closed "Oh Dom..." she moaned before rolling back towards the couch, her hips increasing in pace.
Stuart couldn't believe what he was hearing. Here was his wife, fast asleep, humping a cushion while dreaming about a man she only met 2 days ago. The feeling in the pit of his stomach was hard to identify -- he felt slightly nauseous & slightly angry.
His cock however was twitching like mad, pre-cum oozing out the tip like a leaky tap. He had held a fantasy about watching Elizabeth with another man for years. She had told him a story a few months prior about a weekend away with Jayne where she may or may not have given another guy a blowjob and in turn had cum on his fingers.
He didn't really believe that story had actually taken place, but here was his wife, the love of his life, moaning like a cat on heat while whispering another man's name!! Sitting back on his heels, Stuart noticed something on his wife's arm, only able to do so because the moonlight coming in through the balcony door had illuminated her just right.
Grabbing her phone from the end table, he switched on the torch and took a closer look. There were the beginnings of bruising there, in the shape of large, fat fingers. Someone had very roughly grabbed her arm. He shined the torch along her and saw some bruising behind her knees also. Getting worried, he gently shook her shoulder, softly calling her name. Her hips stopped moving and she rolled over, looking at him groggily. He could tell she had drunk a lot while out with Holly, so he wasn't sure what sort of response he was going to get from her.
"Baby, why are you all bruised? What happened?" he could hear the concern in his voice, pleased it was masking the other feelings brewing inside him. Elizabeth smacked her lips together a couple of times, obviously very dry. He handed her the glass of water beside the couch and she took 3 very large gulps, finishing the glass.
She shook her head slightly and her eyes seemed to clear a bit. She looked around the room a couple of times, then seemed to notice him crouched in front of her. Focusing hard, she smiled at him -- a very crooked, drunken smile.
"Hey there sexy -- what are you doing here?" Her words came out slurred, the alcohol obviously playing its part. Stuart reached up and brushed some hair from her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. She leant her face into his hands, almost purring as she did. Her eyes dropped and she saw his dick poking out of his boxers. Her hand reached down and stroked it, causing it to twitch. She looked up at Stuart and smiled. He removed her hand and looked into her eyes intently.
"Babe, focus. Why are you all bruised?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Some asshole at the club got handsy with me. It almost got out of hand but Dom took care of him. We should do something nice for him to say thanks!" Her words were very slurred but Stuart got the idea. She reached for his dick again, muttering something about needing it inside her. Instead, Stuart stood and scooped her up in his arms.
He carried her to the bedroom and gently laid her down. He kissed her forehead and went to get her some more water. By the time he returned, she was snoring her head off. He lifted her legs so he could put the sheet over her and he caught a glimpse of her pussy -- it was soaking wet and her clit was sticking out prominently. Her dreams had obviously been good.
He tucked her in and climbed into bed beside her. His mind was racing -- he needed to know what had happened at the club that gave his wife bruises, how Dominick was involved and more importantly, details about his wife's dream! Eventually he drifted off to sleep.
When Elizabeth woke the next day, there was a big glass of water, some painkillers and a note beside the bed. Realising Stuart had already left for his meeting, she laid her head back down on the pillow and stretched out. Her wrist was still sore and the backs of her knees were aching. The events of the previous night all started coming back to her. She took a drink of water and swallowed the pain killers before starting to read the note:
"Baby, you looked so peaceful sleeping this morning that I didn't want to wake you. There are some isotonic drinks in the fridge if your headache is too bad and more pain killers in the bathroom. I should be done by mid-afternoon, so I will see you then. We need to talk about last night, I need to know what happened to leave you in that state! Love you always, Stuart XXX"
Elizabeth wasn't sure what he meant. What about last night? Come to think of it, how had she ended up in bed? The last thing she remembered was coming home, seeing him asleep and crashing on the couch. She had dreamt...
She sat upright, suddenly very awake and alert. Her dream about Dominick. It has been so vivid. She could remember the taste of his lips, the feeling of his rough hands all over her body. Her stomach dropped as she remembered the feeling of his girthy cock splitting her up the middle as he fucked her. His soft stubble rubbing against her skin, his breath on her -- it was all so real.
Had Stuart heard her moaning? She vaguely remembered seeing his face, but she couldn't tell if it was a dream or not. She couldn't explain how she ended up in bed. She stood up, gingerly so the room wouldn't spin, and saw she was still wearing his t-shirt. She decided she needed to do something nice for her husband -- partly out of a sense of guilt, partly because he had the most important meeting of his career and today and, good or bad, she wanted to show him how proud she was.
