Chapter 62: The Secrets That Lie In Dreams

The Old Rawsone Residence, Frémont, Oregon, (1968)....

The young lad found himself standing naked before the intense blue-eyed gaze of a blonde who had features that seemed to match his own as she moved about the bathroom smelling of the combined scent of jasmine and cigarette smoke as she moved briskly past him and the water from his bath dripped onto the white tile of the bathroom floor. She stood before him now with her discarded pink robe made of silk with white flowers it fell to the floor as he watched it almost as if in slow motion as it cascaded down her shoulders and pooled around her elegant feet. He took note of them, carefully maintained and fair like the rest of her completion. He could see the makeup, fresh and put on with intent along her aged face. Despite the bags beneath her eyes, the eye shadow did wonders to hide them and she puckered her ruby red lips as she took a drag from her cigarette.

The lad thought she was beautiful.

As beautiful as any woman had ever been even without the make-up and the strangeness of him being naked before her intense gaze.

She undid the thin straps of her night gown and it too cascaded down her body over her shoulders and down toward her ankles. He couldn't help but stare at her as his young cock twitched against his will and she treated him to an amused smile. His young eyes took in the sight of the woman before him, completely naked and unabashed about it as much as he had been. Her breasts sagged a bit but were large in appearance.

He could see the refined pubic hairs that matched the high-volume curled blonde locks on the top of her head. She approached him, the scent of jasmine and cigarette smoke thick on her as she approached as he stood unable to take his eyes off the first naked woman he'd ever seen in his life.

She seemed amused by his relative timidness as she stroked his cheek with her free hand and he once more took note of the golden band on her ring finger.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked as if taunting him.

The young lad nodded despite not wishing to convey much about his apparent uncomfortable status and despite being very much attracted to seeing the naked body of a full-grown woman before his young eyes.

She slowly approached him kneeling in front of his face as she pressed her ruby red lipstick-covered lips into his unsuspecting ones and he stood frozen in place. They were softer than he realized and made his cock stand at the moment they brushed against him. She took her free hand and wrapped it around him like she had in the tub stroking him as if he'd been a pet of some sort.

He grunted feeling the onset of a sudden arousal that he had not asked for.

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The Master Bedroom, The Rawsone Residence, Denver, Colorado.....

In the early morning hours, Hadrian Rawsone had discarded his attire and climbed back into bed with his slumbering wife. He had no means of control over the impulses that led him to inter-changing the woman he'd built a life with, with the echo of a woman from his past that had long since been gone. The dream intensified causing his arousal to be shifted to the sleeping wife he pulled into his arms and kissed with as much intensity as the ghost from his past had kissed him when he knew nothing of how to please a woman.

Julia Rawsone returned her weary husband's kiss driven by guilt to adhere to his wishes even though she wanted nothing more than to return to Gary who had been in her dreams while they lay in his bed together with nothing between them.

As the early morning act progressed, Julia took note that Gary had not been her partner this time around as the sudden and slightly painful intrusion of Dr. Hadrian Rawsone's enormous cock awoke her as his heavier body towered above her between the crisp white sheets that lined their bed. She gripped him at that moment, gasping for breath as his thrusts began to increase while he trailed kisses along her body.

She could barely make out the fact that his eyes were closed tightly, a clear indication that he'd been dreaming as she found herself both moaning and wincing from the pain of his swift movements. The springs from their shared bed echoed in the distance as Hadrian began to grunt despite his slumber clinging to the bed as he enjoyed the simple pleasure of bedding his wife for the first time in a long time.

Despite her reservations and the slight pain from the encounter, Julia elected to endure it as she felt she owed her husband at least this much due to her still keeping secrets from him that would devastate not only their marriage but the friendship he had built with Gary, who had been godfather to their twin girls, since high school.

She closed her eyes visualizing Gary and his gentle touch and less invasive cock as she wrapped her legs around the waist of her husband who had been groaning in her ear.

This was her Hadrian.

The man whom she had elected to spend the rest of her life with. She knew the intensity of his kiss the moment he planted it on her and a part of her felt more of the guilt that she'd been trying desperately to suppress ever since she came home late into the night.

Another deep grunt escaped Hadrian's lips as he continued to have his way with his wife. She had not the presence of mind nor the means to stop it as more guilt she carried in the wake of her continued affair began to eat away at her.

Hadrian kissed her lips and she did her best to fight back the tears that threatened to fall down her cheeks. As she felt him driving into her depths with an intensity she had not been ready for.

There was no doubt in her mind that he had missed this. Some small part of her had missed being as close as possible to him in an intimate setting as well.

The first lights of dawn had come up over the horizon by the time their act finally came to an end and Hadrian grunted signaling his release before she felt the inevitable pulsing and the warmth that spread within her.

Hadrian groaned and collapsed onto her for a few moments panting in her ear as he kissed along her sweat-slick flesh. She returned his kisses with something akin to desperation as their heavy breaths seemed to take place in unison.

"I love you." panted Hadrian despite his grogginess.

"I love you too," she replied meaning it as she kissed him once more.

Hadrian Rawsone slid into his side of the bed pulling his guilty wife toward him as she rested her head against his bare chest.

As Hadrian drifted off into a contented slumber, he thought back to Maureen's quick intervention and the medications she prescribed. It appeared they were doing him a world of good already.

Unbeknownst to him, his wife had not gone back to sleep. Julia Rawsone found herself doing a bit of early morning reflection about her life and her choices thus far.

She still loved Hadrian Rawsone, but she was also in love with Gary Sanders.