Beneath closed lids, Mark's eyes began moving rapidly back and forth, as if scanning the horizon. Soon came to him a strange and haunting dream. The young man was not in the habit; the sleep to which he was accustomed is empty, dark and undisturbed. But now Amy appeared before his mind's inner eye, radiant yet ghostly, like a wavering shape returned from the hazy past. Somehow in that spectral realm of sleep, color came spectacularly alive, and as he looked into his wife's big, loving eyes, he saw they burned bluer than fire.
"Do you want me, Mark? Do you want to make me yours? Then take me! Have your way at last!"
Amy never asked him to put a baby inside her, but he understood without being told that this wondrously kind and nurturing woman before him was made to be a mother. He could hear his wife's heart, speaking to his in a language older than words, imploring her husband to fulfill his marital duty and plant his manly seed in her womb. More than anything, she wanted to give him the gift of a child.
Mark could feel Amy's maternal yearning, but he yearned for something else. He yearned for the sterile pleasures of oral sodomy. More than anything, he wanted his wife to suck his dick and then swallow all that baby batter down her fucking throat -- something he had never experienced from any woman, not even the one he married. Mark stared at Amy's ruby lips like a man possessed.
When he reached out to his wife, it was not to take her in a husband's tender embrace. Instead, he put a hand on her delicate shoulder and pushed her roughly to her knees. As Amy looked up at him, startled but compliant, he reached into his pants. Looking down at this beatific vision of womanly virtue, Mark fished out his hard cock and presented it to his kneeling wife, but just when she was poised to take him in her hot mouth, at the very moment when he began to feel her magic breath hovering over his swollen head, tragedy struck.
He awoke.
He found himself in bed, alone. Amy's side of the bed was already cool; she had the early shift at Starbucks, he remembered. He could still hear the words she had uttered and her voice was so clear and true that he could scarcely believe he had been alone the entire time, listening only to his imagination. But even after his dream faded, the residue of Mark's hope remained. Alert and upright, a shudder gripped him as he resolved to strive tirelessly until his fantasy became reality and the blowjobs his wife had for so long denied him were his to have on demand.
Later that morning, at the small engineering firm where Mark worked, three of the senior partners -- Rafe, Gabe and Mike -- gathered together in a conference room to watch a video clip that Doug promised would make them feel forty years younger. At first, the old men were dumbstruck, mouths agape, but when one of them finally managed to speak, they all began chiming in at once, trying to outdo one another in their extravagant encomia for the woman on screen.
"Those tits of hers are amazing! I've never seen a pair so splendid!" Rafe declaimed.
"I'd like to shoot my goo all over those big round globes," Gabe said lustily. He presented as something of a rough customer. Whereas Rafe had a poet's reverence for the divine feminine in Amy's nude form, Gabe had the uncultured crudity of a man who was used to appreciating things with calloused hands, not a smooth tongue.
"What a waste! When I was done fucking the bitch, I'd cum where the good Lord intended: right inside that hot little cunt." Mike was the managing partner and the oldest and the most dissipated of them all. He was ancient -- so old that he no longer bothered to look behind him when he backed his SUV out of his reserved parking space. He handled conversations much the same way.
Whatever their differences, the engineers agreed on this much: none of them had ever seen a woman even half so alluring as Amy. With her thick blonde curls cradling that flawess face, Mark's young wife was a golden-crowned queen. If she carried a few extra pounds, and she did, they only enhanced her eye-watering tits and ass. Amy was a dirty old man's delight and like a choir of demons they sang hymns to her unrivaled beauty.
"Damn, Doug, tell us what it was like to have that heavenly creature sucking your cock," Rafe implored his partner. "I bet Amy's mouth feels like warm velvet."
"Unfortunately, we never had the pleasure," Slim answered in a fit of mocking laughter, interrupting the conversation as his ample frame slithered into the conference room.
"Speak of the devil," muttered Doug.
"In the flesh," replied the fat man with relish. "Good to see you all -- particularly you, Mike. You bless us with your presence so seldom these days."
Mike chuckled at that. "I suppose my attention has been spread a bit thin lately," he conceded. "You must not have that problem," he added, drawing amused laughter from all of them.
"I don't," Slim conceded, patting his protruding belly. "I have only one thing on my mind -- and it isn't that unfaithful slut you're all fawning over." The men murmured with displeasure, but Slim carried on. "Am I the only one who takes pity on her husband? The man is miserable. Doug, in his infinite wisdom, thought it a good idea to let Markie watch his wife suck her boss' dick, even though she never sucks his. Now look how low he has sunk. IT found him searching for blowjob videos on his company laptop. If the boy so much as catches the scent of a BJ, there's no trash too foul that he won't poke his nose into it."
Mike cocked his old head to the side and gave Slim an inscrutable look as he asked, "Do you have anything to say besides complaints and negativity? By the looks of Mark's wife, he doesn't have it all bad."
