Dan ignored me the rest of the day. I can't tell you how fun it is to live in a house with someone who gives you the cold shoulder. I could have gone to the grocery store and received better treatment. So, I found him out and he was mad about it. You better believe I was going to let him stew in his juices.
Where did he get off thinking it was okay to have sex dreams with real people? I never did!
Obviously, he wasn't happy with me, or he'd be having dreams only about me. I would probably have to dye my hair black to compete with Diane's age. I was older but she was chunky. Is that a trade-off in men's eyes? Or was his attraction her youth? I gave as good as any teenager when it came to the sack. I was physically more attractive than Diane, so the only real issue should be hair color.
Maybe my boobs were shaped different? Hers might have been bigger than mine for being on a size six frame. The thought of getting implants had never appealed to me before, but they might be necessary now.
I resolved to get some hair dye the next store visit.
One thing was for sure, Dan was mine. Dan was my husband. He wasn't for sale, or loan, or subject to one of those "agreements." There was no "understanding."
So I returned his cold shoulder. It served him right. Let him mull how horrible he was for having those dreams. Never had I ever dreamt of someone we knew. The thought of him getting aroused at night as he screwed Diane angered me like I have never been angered. Did he cum? Did he wake up and savor the memory? Did he share looks with her at the office?
I'm not in the habit of grinding my teeth, but this seemed like a good time to acquire the vice.
On the other hand, at least my dreams were just erotic nothings. They involved no one I knew or he knew. Was the change I felt something serious? What if my dream-lover didn't like Dan being around?
The thought hadn't occurred to me before.
Could a dream be jealous? Or was this something more than a dream? As much as I have avoided thinking about it until now, was this house haunted? Could my dream-lover in fact be a ghost? Dan would surely laugh me right into the looney house and divorce court if I mentioned such silliness.
I had never encountered a ghost before. Weren't they supposed to be all chains and horror and scarey?
But if this was a ghost, was that different from a fantasy dream-lover? Wouldn't a ghost be someone real who had been alive? Wouldn't I be cheating, then? Or is it possible to cheat with someone dead who vanished whenever Dan was around?
I could feel the sperm oozing out of me. It was real.
Or was it yet all imagination and I was feeling my own juices? Psychosomatic? Power of suggestion? That's what Dan would say. Would it be cheating then if I thought it was a ghost, someone formerly alive, but it was my own body doing it? No, of course not, would it? I would only be duped, a fool to my own fantasies. To cheat, you have to cheat with someone real.
Like Dan and his sex dreams where he fucks Diane.
Whether my fantasy-lover was only a dream or even a ghost, the person is not real - at least, not anymore in case of the ghost.
But a ghost was a real person at one time, right? Is it possible to cheat with a ghost? No matter how I tried to view this from different emotional levels, I couldn't come up with an answer. If Dan thought ghosts were real, then it could be considered cheating. In which case, he could divorce me. I found it aggravating to think that a ghost could commit adultery with me and that I went along so willingly.
I settled the matter with a slightly red face.
"Dan. Do you believe in ghosts?" I planted my hands on hips. I stood ready to battle as I delivered the question. Battle against what, I have no clue. I'm not sure what I would have done if he said that he believed in them. That would make me an adulteress - something I was determined never to be.
"Pardon?" he said. He blinked several times.
"You heard me the first time." I wasn't going to put up with a diversion. I wanted an answer.
"Ghosts? No, of course not. It's silliness."
I nodded curtly and left the room with a huge sigh of relief. I wasn't an adulteress. I leaned on the windowsill in the hall and looked out the window. I drew in a deep, shuddering breath as the relief shook every bone in me. So. I wasn't an adulteress. That meant my dreams were fine, acceptable, and private. Since I couldn't be cheating with someone who doesn't exist, then Dan had no cause to hold me accountable for them.
A smile lit my face as I considered my private affair with my non-real fantasy. Dan would be home again tomorrow, but gone to work on Monday. The idea of another dream session warmed my insides a little. It would be fitting, too. Dan would be at the office ogling Diane and remembering the fuck dreams he had with her. I would be here getting something better.
Sunday passed so slow. I made small talk with Dan but no more than that. I wanted him to remember how badly he hurt me with his admission of sex dreams. He wanted to get intimate that evening, but I just gave him the look. Maybe in a few days I would let him. But tonight? If he wore me out, I might not be able to handle the next day with my dream-lover.
Monday made me nervous. I had anticipated and looked forward to today as a day of freedom and exploration, but the morning brought anxiety. Now why was that? I laid in bed until Dan left. I let him kiss my cheek and I murmured something neutral as he left. I knew he would be seeing Diane, and it bothered me.
Perhaps that's why I felt anxious. I had looked forward to this day with a lustful ache, but my lover was all fantasy. Dan's lover was going to be pushing her boobs in his face. Did they stare at each other when they passed? Go to lunch together and rub legs under the table? Did he press his erection into her from behind at the copier? Did they steal away into the supply room and kiss? Did she blow him in there? Did they strip down in a feverish frenzy and just fuck right there in the office? Is that why Dan came home too tired for sex? Because he had earlier squirted his load into black-haired Diane?
I fumed. But I still felt anxious for other reasons. I just couldn't tell what they were. But I'm sure if Dan had done those things with Diane, he would have told me.
That thought stopped me in my tracks.
No, he wouldn't have, would he? He might admit to dreams, but who would just come out and say, "hi honey, I'm home. I'm really tired, though, because I just got done ramming the office slut."
No one would, would they?
I would have to start going through his credit card records for strange purchases.
I was not going to be fooled.
