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Dreams Vs Nightmares Joy Vs Guilt

Dreams Vs Nightmares Joy Vs Guilt

by laptopwriter
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Once again, I'd like to thank blackrandl1958 for inviting me to her

"legends day" event

. I know I always say it but only because it's true, it's a real honor to be included.

I hope you enjoy the read, and as always, I enjoy reading your comments.

Dreams VS Nightmares... Joy VS guilt.

"You'll never guess who was just in my office."

Charlene was at work and didn't have time for twenty questions. "I don't know, Brad, and I don't have time for guessing games. Who was just in your office?"

"Ahh, you're no fun but I'll tell you anyway, your husband."

"What!" Panic shot through her body like a bolt of lightning. Immediately she assumed the worst, how could he know? My God, it was only once, how did he find out? Brad could almost feel her anxiety through the phone.

"Relax, he doesn't know anything."

"What! Then wh... why was he in your office?"

"Our ad agency hired him to take the pictures for our new sales campaign. I think it's kind of funny," he said with a chuckle.

"It's not funny, Brad. Connie's not a stupid man. The slightest slip, something you said or did, could've tipped him off."

Brad found her statement a little insulting. "I'm not a stupid man either, Char."

"Oh, I know you're not, Brad. I... I'm just worried. God, there must be hundreds of photographers in Chicago, what are the odds of them hiring him?"

"I guess the old man saw his work someplace and requested him."

"I still don't get why he was in your office. He usually works directly with ad agencies. What do you have to do with your company's advertising?"

"Nothing, really, but I am the top sales coordinator here. This new campaign is a big deal. Dennison wants to start selling overseas and he's willing to spend the money to make it happen. I sat in on several of the meetings and offered some ideas here and there. That's probably why they thought it was important that I meet the guy who'll be taking the pictures."

"Well, I don't like it, Brad, not at all. I think we should cool it anyway; I'm ashamed of myself and I don't like feeling this way. I think your one-on-one with my husband is an oman; I don't like it."

"Char, don't be silly. I doubt very much I'll ever see your husband again. This was a one-time thing, a meet and greet, that's all. Relax, it changes nothing."

"No-I'm out. If Connie ever found out he'd be destroyed and I would never purposely hurt him; even worse would be hurting Richard. He's only eight, Brad; he'd be devastated if his dad wasn't living with us, and he'd probably hate me when he got old enough to understand why."

"Jesus, Char, in the first place, your husband hasn't a clue that we even know each other. He was in my office for ten minutes. Take it easy, I didn't say or do anything to tip him off or make him suspicious in any way. I thought last week was great; I look forward to getting together again, I don't want to quit."

"Brad, If Connie ever found out, he'd divorce me for sure, I know he would. Holly would probably do the same to you. I really think we should just cool it."

"You're right, Holly would divorce me, but I'm telling you everything is fine. If I thought for one minute that there was a chance of us being discovered, I'd agree, but no one knows anything, not Holly and not Connie.

"Now--are you ready for the really good news?"

"What's that?"

"Last week, before I even knew who we hired, Dennison was talking about sending the photographer to Europe for a couple of weeks to scout locations and get a feel for that market. Holly already knows about the campaign so I'll tell her I have to work late several nights over the next few weeks and you and I can spend some quality time together."

"He's going to send Connie overseas? Where?"

"I'm not sure, what do you care anyway? This'll be a great opportunity for us."

"What do I care? Listen, stud, if I get the opportunity to spend two weeks in Europe with Connie, you're going to be left choking the chicken."

That was disheartening to hear, it also made him angry and he lashed out. "Well, don't get your hopes up, Dennison would never pay for a spouse to go along. He considers it a business trip, not a vacation. Besides, who would look after your kid... you couldn't even get that much time off from work."

Charlene had already been half-daydreaming about Europe and missed the angry inflections in her lover's diatribe. "Yeah, you're right about work. Maybe I could go for a week and come back. I'll see what Connie says."

Without realizing it, the more she talked the more Charlene pissed him off. "Fine," he said curtly, "I've got to go, let me know what you decide, bye," and he disconnected.

She looked at her phone when the line went dead but wasn't concerned; she was more concerned with how to talk her husband into taking her to Europe with him. She knew she had a week's vacation coming at work, the biggest problem, as she saw it, was Connie himself.

When he was on a job, he was all business. From what Brad told her, this campaign could be a game-changer for her husband's career. She was sure he'd want to center all his concentration on the job and not have to worry about what his wife was doing on the streets of Europe. He also had a very protective nature; she'd not only have to convince him she wouldn't get in the way, but that she'd be safe in a strange land without him constantly by her side.

She was sure he'd give her the news as soon as he got home that night. That didn't give her much time to come up with a plan. She forgot about work and started writing down some ideas.

She started by drawing a line down a sheet of paper. On the left, she listed all the objections she knew Connie would bring up. On the other side, she wrote every rebuttal she could think of for each objection. She crossed out some of the weaker ones and focused on the strongest. If that didn't work, she'd get down and her knees and beg.

Just then she heard a knock and looked up to see Diane, one of her co-workers. "Ready?"

"Ready?" She asked sounding a little perplexed.

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"Hello... lunch, you--me... remember?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Di; is it lunchtime already? Let me grab my purse."

The Health Bar restaurant wasn't for everyone, but for two ladies who wanted a light, low-calorie lunch and worked only three blocks away, it was perfect; not to mention, they could sit outside and enjoy their meal.

They grabbed an outdoor table and took a seat only moments before the young waiter came over with a couple of menus. "Ladies, can I get you something to drink?"

Charlene spoke up first. "I already know what I want. I'll take the Salmon-stuffed Avocados and a glass of White Burgundy, please."

Diane was next, "And I'll have the Veggie Wrap and the same to drink."

"Yes, Ma'am," with that the young man turned and headed back into the restaurant.

Diane grinned at her friend, "He's cute."

"Di, he's young enough to be your son."

"He is NOT."

"Well, your younger brother anyway." They both giggled.

"So, what's going on? You looked like you were a million miles away when I knocked on your door."

"Don't tell anyone because I'm not even supposed to know yet, but my dear husband is going to Europe on business and I'm trying to figure out how to make him take me along."

"Withhold sex until he agrees, it works for me every time."

"No, that would just piss him off and that's the last thing I want to do."

"What do you mean, you're not even supposed to know yet?"

"A little birdie told me earlier this morning. I thought maybe Connie would call by now but he probably wants to wait until he can see my face as he breaks the news tonight. I'll have to practice my surprise look in the mirror," she giggled.

"What makes you think he won't want to take you along?"

"My husband is one of the friendliest, most personable, and humorous guys you'd ever want to meet... except when you put a camera in his hands, then he's all business. No kidding, the transformation is incredible.

"Years ago, before we were even married, he was hired by a company that produces those girly calendars for mechanic's shops. Back then he was just getting started and couldn't afford to turn down work. The money was good and his name would be listed as the photographer for national exposure. He was all excited... me, not so much.

"They were going out to a little lake in the middle of nowhere to shoot a naked model all spread out over some vintage motorcycle. I couldn't very well tell him not to take the job so I insisted I go along. I, of course, told him it wasn't a case of not trusting him, I just wanted to watch him at work.

"Anyway, when we drove out to the location there were a bunch of people already there. Connie found a chair for me so I could sit and watch. While he was getting his equipment set up, some of the other guys walked the motorcycle down by the lake and positioned it the way Connie wanted.

"I was actually having fun watching my soon-to-be-husband. He was in charge of everything. I was really proud of him. Then SHE walked out of a changing tent that was just a few feet away from me. I couldn't see much at first because she was wearing a full-length robe. She went over and was talking to Connie and it looked like he was telling her how he had everything planned out. When it came time to start shooting, she took the robe off and handed it to one of the other girls there.

"Shit, Di, I almost fainted. She was one of the most gorgeous women I'd ever seen. Her body was absolutely perfect, and of course, her pussy was shaved as smooth as a baby's butt. I'll tell you, a bolt of jealousy shot through me and it was all I could do to keep myself from running down there and stopping the whole thing."

Diane was hanging on every word, "So, what happened?"

"Absolutely nothing; if you didn't know better, by watching Connie you'd think he was taking pictures of a little old lady or something. He directed the whole thing, telling people where to move the lights and how to position the bike. He even mimicked some of the poses he wanted from the model while he moved around taking the shots.

"About halfway through, everyone stopped to take a break. Connie grabbed a couple bottles of water and brought one over for me. I asked him if he even knew he was taking pictures of a breathtaking, naked woman."

"What'd he say?"

"He said, of course, but when she steps in front of his camera, she and the bike simply become the subject of the shoot, nothing more, nothing less."

"Do you think maybe that was all for your benefit?"

"No, I've gotten to know some of the models he works with on a regular basis; they all say he's extremely professional and has never said or done anything inappropriate."

Charlene thought about what she just said. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that, even in the wake of all that temptation, Connie had never cheated on her. A pang of guilt shot through her like an electric shock.

Diane noticed her body language. "What's the matter?"

She looked up at her friend, "Huh, oh nothing; I just thought of something for a second." The two ladies continued to talk until it was time to go back to the office. Charlene still had trouble concentrating on her work.

As usual, she beat her husband home that night. His studio officially closed at five but he always had work he'd have to finish before leaving. All afternoon she'd been practicing. Since he hadn't called her with the news, she pictured him coming in all excited. He'd take her in his arms and kiss her passionately before telling her about his upcoming European trip. That would be her cue to ask the questions she had prepared and convince him to take her with.

Dinner was almost ready when she heard the front door. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath; be cool, she told herself, he can't suspect that you already know, just act casual. She greeted him as he entered the kitchen. "Hi, Honey."

Just as she had imagined, he took her by the arms and pulled her in for a kiss. "Mmm," he said after their lips parted, "something smells good."

"I bought a nice pot roast on the way home. There should be enough leftovers to make a couple of sandwiches for your lunch tomorrow." He thanked her verbally, followed by another kiss.

She was trying to act normal while waiting in extreme anticipation for his announcement but he still hadn't said anything. Her eagerness was building into anguish as they sat down to eat. She didn't think she'd have to prompt him but desperate circumstances caused desperate measures, "How was your day, Honey?"

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"It was okay; how about yours?"

Now she was getting downright aggravated. Never once all day did she think she'd have to pry the news out of him. She had to be so careful. If he guessed she knew about the trip she had no way of explaining it. "I had lunch with my friend, Diane. I was telling her about the time you did that calendar shoot with the naked model."

"Oh, Jesus, Honey, that was years ago. What brought that up?"

"I was just bragging about my husband."

He laughed, "Honey, I've done a lot of shoots since then that are much more worthy of bragging rights."

"I know but that was the first time I was able to watch you work."

"You went with when I shot the album cover for that country singer. I remember because you were making googly eyes at him the whole time," he laughed.

"I... I wasn't making googly eyes," she chuckled, "he was the first famous person I'd ever met. I was kind of infatuated, that's all."

Connie chuckled again but didn't say anything more. Charlene couldn't understand why he hadn't said anything about the trip, and then it hit her... a scenario for which she had no contingency plan--her diabolical husband was going to wait until the last minute before spilling the beans. That way she'd never be able to get off work in time to go with. That son-of-a-bitch! She thought. Now what?

As the night progressed, she became more and more angry. Well, she thought, he can forget about getting any nookie tonight, that's for sure. They had no set routine or schedule, sometimes they made love and sometimes they had sex two or three times a week, and sometimes more. Whenever either of them was in the mood they'd let the other know and rarely did the other not reciprocate. However; if Connie wanted sex that night he'd be out of luck as far as Charlene was concerned.

The next day, Diane was waiting for her at work. "So, did you convince him to take you along?" She knew the answer from the scowl on Charlene's face.

"I never even got the chance," she grumbled. "I thought sure he'd be bursting at the seems to tell me about the trip as soon as he walked in last night but unh-ah, he never said a word."

"You're kidding... "

"No, I'm not. The son-of-a-bitch is going to wait until the very last minute, then spring it on me. He knows I'd never be able to get off of work on such short notice."

"Oh, shit... so, what are you going to do?"

"I don't think there's anything I can do. I was awake almost all last night trying to think of some way to bring it up but I'm stuck; remember, I'm not supposed to know anything about it."

"Yeah, your little birdie; you never did tell me how you found out."

"That's my secret. I did think of one possibility before I finally fell asleep last night but I can't figure out how to pull it off."

"What is it?"

"Connie has a young assistant named John. I'm sure he knows all about the trip. I thought if I knew when Connie would be out of the studio, I could call with some kind of excuse and talk to him. I'll bet with just a little prompting, I could get him to tell me about the trip. The problem is, I really have no reason to call the studio, and even if I could think of something, I'd have no idea if Connie was there or not. He's in and out all the time."

"Yeah, that doesn't sound very promising, Char."

"I know--damn it, it's not fair, he gets to spend two weeks in Europe while I sit at home. I really wanted to go."

Once again, Charlene didn't have a very productive day at work. Later that afternoon, Brad heard his burner phone ringing from his desk drawer. There was only one person who had the number so he didn't have to see the display to know who was calling. He was still a little miffed from the previous day's conversation. "Yeah," he answered.

Charlene was a little taken aback by the unusual greeting. "Oh, come on, Brad, don't pout. If you had your choice between going to Europe for a week or staying here to screw me two or three times, what would it be?"

"Yeah, okay; so, did you convince hubby to take you along?"

"No, he didn't even mention it and I can't very well let on that I know about the trip now, can I." She heard him chuckle. "It's not funny, Brad. Damn it, I'd give my eye teeth to go on that trip and Connie knows it. I'm sure he figures I'd be in the way so he's not going to say anything until it's too late to schedule vacation time."

"You want to get revenge?"

She sighed at the lack of sympathy in his voice. "And how would I do that?"

"I have a friend who's having some marital problems. He could use a little pick-me-up; interested in a three-some?"

"No, Brad, I'm not interested in any three-some. You didn't tell him about us, did you?"

"No, of course not, I wasn't going to say anything before talking to you; I've got a marriage to protect too, don't forget. I just thought it might be a way to get back at hubby, that's all."

"Well, I'm not interested; anyway, do you know when is he supposed to leave?"

"No, Connie said he had to rearrange his schedule. I think he's supposed to call Dennison next week sometime and let him know when he can go."

"Okay."

"So, does this mean we're getting together when he's gone?"

"No, Brad, I told you, I'm done. I don't know what ever possessed me to cheat on Connie but I won't do it again."

"Oh come on, cheer up, gorgeous, I'll make you forget all about Europe."

"Ah-huh, I've got to go, Brad." As she disconnected she wondered how she ever got involved with an egotistical jerk like Brad in the first place. In the back of her mind, she knew the answer, she just didn't like to admit it... it was a selfish and thoughtless impulse; Brad just happened to be at the right place at the right time. Jealously, she thought, also played a part. She was jealous of her husband's job. While she sat behind a desk all day, he was always meeting new people and traveling to neat places for shoots. Her little tryst at the time, was the only way she could think of to put a little excitement in her own life.

She'd been considering it for a few months but not really seriously until she met Brad through a friend. He was good-looking, personable, and she knew immediately he'd be a willing participant. He also knew how to keep his mouth shut. The fact that he was pretty good in bed was just icing on the cake but she soon discovered the fleeting thrill of doing something so depraved just wasn't worth it. She risked everything and for what?

Lately, he'd been getting on her nerves. They'd only been together once but Brad was pushing her for an ongoing thing. He knew she was feeling extremely guilty and was trying to convince her the way around it was to continue; he said, "The more you do it the easier it gets and the guilt goes away after a while." So far, he had not talked her into it but with hubby going away for two weeks, she knew he would try his darndest to change that.

The following week was downright torture. Charlene was royally pissed but couldn't show it. The frustration was building to a point where she thought she'd explode and yet she had to smile, play kissy-face, and act like her sweet, lovable self. Wait, she thought, just wait til he finally tells me; I going to give him a piece of my mind.

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