Jason Cannon - Wet dream wife

She smiled up at him. "Hello, Jeff," she said.

Marni was half asleep and groggy for three days. Nurses came and went as did interns – and him. The similarity between the dark young doctor and the Jeff of her dream was spooky and uncanny. Often, during his visits she tried to speak to him but the sedation was too strong. She would barely mumble a few words before drifting back into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Homer came too, every day during visiting hours. All Marni could remember from his vague visits was the fact that he was obviously elated that there would be no kid to take care of.

On the afternoon of the third day she came totally back to reality. She jabbered with the nurses and ate the first meal since she had arrived.

Then about five o'clock he came in to examine her. A nurse stood at his side while he pulled open her gown and started gently probing with his fingers.

Marni looked down at her naked body. It almost amazed her that she was flat again; flat and beautiful and appealing.

But appealing to whom? Homer? Oh God, heaven forbid, she thought.

But who else?

His fingers were doing wonderful things to her body. Her nipples stood on end like hard raisins when he touched her breasts. Marni hoped the nurse wouldn't notice. Then she found herself wishing the nurse would leave.

Then the examination was over. The nurse had left and he was standing at the foot of the bed looking over her charts.

"You're going to be fine, Mrs. Lyles," he said.

"Good," Marni replied, the tone in her voice flat while she stared straight at him, hoping he would look up and catch her eyes.

"You should be out of here in another day or so since there are no complications," he continued.

"And then back home," she said.

This time he did look up. "You don't sound very happy about it," he said, sporting the first smile she had seen from him.

She met his eyes. "I'm not."

We replaced the chart and moved to her side. "According to your chart you're only eighteen years old."

"That's right."

"You married very young."

She looked directly into his eyes now, willing him with all her mental powers to stay with her, touch her again. She wondered, absently, if she would let him fuck her if he tried.

"The baby would have been born a bastard, created by a bastard," she said.

"Oh… I see." He paused, seemed to reflect for a few moments and then said, "How did you know my name, my first name, Jeff, that night?"

"That night?"

"The night they brought you in? We had never met before."

"I…" she started to tell him, then changed her mind. He would think she was crazy, and maybe she was. "I don't know… you, maybe you look like a Jeff I knew somewhere once… sometime. What's your last name?"

"Haynes."

"Dr. Jeff Haynes."

He laughed. "Get some sleep," he said, and left.

As the door closed behind him, Marni murmured, "Mrs. Jeff Haynes."

And then she slept. And she dreamed.

In her dream Marni was the nurse and Jeff was the patient. He, not she, was about to be released from the hospital, and during her nightly rounds she had decided to give him a farewell gift – her body.

Jeff was about to go to sleep when the nurse entered his room. He came completely awake immediately. It was Marni, the sexy redhead who had been flirting with him the whole week he had been confined to bed.

"How are you feeling, Mr. Haynes?" Marni asked.

Jeff propped himself on one elbow and surveyed her white-uniformed body. Large, jutting breasts, a narrow waist and long, lithe legs met his eyes as he looked her up and down.

"Much better now that you're here."

Marni smiled and, to his surprise, locked the door behind her. "Or. Grayson said you'd be going home tomorrow," she explained. "I thought I'd give you a little something to remember me by. And when I do, I wouldn't want any of the other nurses to know just what it is."

Jeff experienced a mild tingling in his thighs. She could see them move under the covers and it also showed on his face.

"I hope you're completely cured," she said, starting to unbutton her uniform. "I'd feel awfully guilty if I caused a relapse."

"Have no fear of that," Jeff assured her. "Except for a slight ache now and then I'm fit as any fiddle. I'm in great shape for… anything."

"I hope so," Marni said. She peeled off her uniform and flung it onto the floor. "A patient once had a heart attack when I did this."

"I can understand why," Jeff sighed.

She giggled, her green eyes sparkling mischievously. Her young body was tantalizingly displayed in a matching set of black bra and panties. It was actually a half-bra, and her huge, creamy tits were crammed into it. There was more tit than there was bra. The large globes spilled over the tops of the cups and jiggled invitingly with each movement she made.

Marni reached around behind her back and unhooked the bra strap. The flimsy covering fluttered downward and her breasts sprang free. They swayed loosely in their heavy, sensual fullness.

"Do you like them?"

"They're gorgeous."

"Not too big?" Marni said, squeezing them together with her hands and lifting them until they nearly touched her chin.

"Never too big," Jeff replied, running the tip of his tongue around his lower lip as she studied the long, dark nipples.

Marni approached the bed, her tits bouncing delightfully with each step. The nipples, long and sweet, captured and held his attention even more as she moved. He wanted them in his mouth. He wanted to suck on them.

Marni stopped near the foot of the bed. She wigged out of her panties, and his gaze descended, coming to rest at the juncture of her thighs where her real glory lay.

Through the heavy tangle of her dark pubic hair, he could clearly see her pink-lipped cunt peeking out at him. The cuntal lips were just a little puffy in the center of the slit, adding to the fullness of it.

"Take off your pajamas," Marni said. "It'll be a lot more fun to fuck naked, don't you think?"

Jeff grunted in agreement and, throwing back the covers, sat with his legs dangling over the edge of the bed and shed the hospital gown that had covered his body.

His cock was already granite hard, leaping from his groin in throbbing readiness. Marni stared at it and, noting its extraordinary length and breadth, registered delight and surprise in her eyes.

Then she sat down beside him and removed her shoes and her little white cap.

Then, when they were both completely nude, she examined his lean, muscular frame from his head to his toes. She liked what she found.

"Oh my, yes," she said throatily. "You've got a fine body. Now lie down and let the nurse administer the best medicine you'll ever have."

Jeff did as he was told. He stretched out on the bed, his prick shooting straight up from his crotch.

Marni stood next to the bed, looking down at his towering erection. "Nice… you've got the kind of cock I really enjoy."

Dropping onto the bed, he crawled up the space between his hairy legs and paused momentarily with her mouth hovering inches above his swollen prick. Then she lowered her head and placed a series of hot, sizzling kisses on the sensitive knob.

"Feel good?" she said, smiling up at him from between his legs.

"You know it feels good. I love a mouth on my cock… especially when it belongs to a beautiful female like you."

"I love to suck a big cock," she replied.

"Then suck it," he said. "Put it in your lovely mouth and suck it good."

Marni obeyed instantly. Her full, red lips parted, and a goodly expanse of his pulsing shaft was drawn into her warm, wet mouth.

She started sucking. Her tongue seemed to wrap around the thick barrel of his cock and lave it from his hairy balls to its cum-seeping tip. Her mouth then, climbed back over the rubbery cocktip and her head bobbed furiously up and down as she pumped thrill after thrill into both his cock and her cunt.