The Dreams

I Jack Fisher do take you Amie Williams to be my lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in blah, blah, blah...

That seemed to be my most frequent dream these days, followed closely by the nightmare where I realize the tractor trailer truck I saw in my mirror was not going to stop in time before crashing into me and the rest of the cars in front of me stopped for a traffic light.

And then the reality that I was still in this hospital bed and most of my shit below my waist wasn't working anymore. It was almost time for Amie to come in. She came every day at 3:00 and would sit by my bed and cry. She never tried to talk to me, ask me how I was feeling or did I need anything. You know the normal shit you would ask someone stuck in a hospital bed. Normally she would last an hour, last time she saw the urine bag start to fill and ran out into the arms of shithead. I don't know why I called him that, maybe I never knew his name, maybe because my loving wife would fall into his arms every time she left my room.

I never asked her who he was, I didn't care maybe. I did ask Amie to stop coming one day. Fuck I was depressed enough as it is, and she just made it worse. The doctor said I had a one in a million chance for a full recovery. He thought that I might be able to get around with canes. I wanted to do cartwheels on that news.

Most of my more pleasant dreams were of Aimee, laying on the beach on our honeymoon and watching her finally agreeing to go topless and then fucking my brains out twenty minutes later in our hotel room. Memories of Aimee in that beautiful dress or lingerie. There were so many of those that made me smile. The wedding dream never made me smile and I didn't know why. Seeing Aimee in person didn't make me smile and I didn't know why.

There was a gap in my memory. I remember looking in the mirror and seeing the truck but not what time of day it was. The sun was shining, that's all I knew. I don't remember anything else of the day or what I did for a living. There's a snippet of memory of the EMTs trying to get me out of what was left of my SUV. There's another snippet of people working on me in the ER. My memories really begin again when the doctor is telling me how truly fucked I am and Aimee sitting be my side, crying of course.

I finally had it with Aimee's crying and insisted that she not be allowed to see me. That created a big controversy. Guys didn't stop their wives from visiting them.

I told the doctor she was killing me. My medical condition was already depressing enough, and her nonstop crying just made me feel worse about myself. If she was going to come see me, I demanded morphine. We compromised that she could come on Saturdays and Sundays.

The next Saturday she came in and dropped the divorce papers on me with, "I'm sorry Jack, I'm just not strong enough to take care of you."

Some people may think I was sad that a beautiful woman was divorcing me as I laid crippled in a hospital bed, but I was happy. Maybe because that chapter was over, maybe I was just tired of seeing shithead holding my wife.

The dream of my wedding stopped playing the circuit about the same time as the nightmare of the accident. The dreams of having sex with Aimee didn't stop. In one dream, Aimee was stroking my cock. I woke up realizing someone was stroking my painfully erect cock. An older nurse was stroking me. She was older but you could tell she was hotter than fuck in her prime. She was still a lot hotter than most of the other nurses on the floor.

She noticed I was awake and said let me know when its time. Seconds later I said it was time, and she planted her mouth on my dick and sucked every ounce of come out of my body.

"We don't want your piping getting clogged up because of lack of use. And this must remain our little secret."

Who would believe me anyway.

They started letting my family and friends in. Finally, people were asking me if I needed anything. A 38 was always on the top of my list. I found out I worked for the electric company working on power lines. My parents were still alive along with my brother and sister. A least one of my union brothers would come in to make sure all my needs were met.

A week after the visit from my favorite night nurse, I was half awake when I told the nurse my feet were cold. She dropped her tray and ran out of the room. She didn't even try to cover my feet. I was trying to fall back to sleep when I heard my room number announce and my doctor being paged. There was a lot of murmuring in my room and when I opened my eyes, I found a lot of people murmuring around my bed.

"Mr. Fisher, the nurse said you were complaining that your feet were cold this morning," said my doctor.

"Yes, and she never covered them like I asked."

"Let me know if you can feel this."

"Fucking ow mother fucker!" He held up a pin.

"Mr. Fisher, you don't know how happy this makes me, and you don't seem to understand how happy you should be. It means whatever was messed with your wiring is healing itself. It's time to start teaching you how to walk again."

I cried, like a two-year old boy, I cried. So did my parents when they came to see me, and my brother and sister and their families. Some of my friends cried when they visited me. It was like a crying circus. The only one not crying was Aimee because she wasn't there. My father asked if he wanted me to tell her, angrily I told him no fucking way. I apologized and he said none needed.

And during PT I cried a lot. I cried during PT; I cried after PT when my muscles started cramping up. I cried when the muscle spasms woke me in the middle of the night. I think the only time I didn't cry was when my favorite night nurse would visit me. I never again dreamed it was Aimee stroking me. I never knew the nurse's name and I think she was taking off her name badge before coming into my room.

It was a big milestone when I could walk holding onto the handrails and a bigger milestone when I could use the walker. I can't count the number of times I fell. Since I could use the walker, they released me from the hospital. I expected my parents to take me home, I didn't know where that was. My mom insisted that I had to stay with them for a while because I would need help doing things.

They had replaced their dining room table with a hospital bed and tried to make me comfortable. My mom kept hovering around me. I finally grabbed her arm and asked her to relax, I still knew how to yell mommy if I needed anything. I was trying to cheer her up, but she ended up crying instead.

Going from the walker to canes was even worse. Everyday my mother took me to PT. I must have tripped over a fucking cane a thousand times. I was happy to give up the canes until all the pain developed in my lower legs. The doctor told me my gait was off, so it was putting strain on my ligaments. He assured me it would pass.

At home I walked with a cane or canes every day, increasing my distance. If I could, I would have done cartwheels when I gave up the canes. I still carried it for another two weeks just in case I ran out of oomph before I got home.

While I was in the hospital, my father hired a couple of lawyers, one to sue the daylights out of the trucking company and the other to deal with Aimee's divorce petition. My father is normally an easy-going man, but he was going after Aimee with a passion. It wasn't like I didn't care about either case; my focus was on building my strength back up. I didn't think my father needed my help to extract the revenge he felt I deserved. There was talk about me going back to work, my lawyer wasn't happy, and my doctor was furious. The doctor didn't even want me to drive. Things were going well, why fuck it up by getting rear ended again.

Three times a week a visiting nurse would show up at my parents' house. It gave my mom a chance to get out, go shopping and other stuff. I was thrilled when my favorite night nurse came to visit me. She said she could only do it this one time. I was still in my hospital bed, no one wanted to see me climbing stairs yet. The nurse began stroking me and when I was hard, she straddled me in bed and slid my cock into her pussy. She had conveniently forgot her panties that morning. Again, I didn't last very long. I apologized. None needed she said. Now let's clean off any evidence and she licked my cock clean.

My mom came home a little later and had a shit eating grin on her face and then asked me if I liked the nurse.

I was finally able to work, not climbing poles but doing paperwork when Pete, a very good friend of mine asked if I would be an usher at his wedding. He was worried that I wouldn't be up for it. I told him I was almost as clumsy as before the accident and if he could handle that I was in. He and his fiancé held several barbecues so that all the bridal party would know each other. I was teamed up with this young girl named Nancy.

"You don't remember me, do you Jack?"

Caught by surprise, I said, "Do I know you?"

"I'm Pete's cousin Nancy. I usually spent a good part of my summer at Pete's house."

"Oh yeah, you were a lot younger than us, still are I guess."

"I'm not a lot younger than you Jack, less than three years younger. It took me a long time to develop. I think that's maybe why you guys thought I was too young to hang with you or for you to notice me."

"Ouch, I'm sorry Nancy. You get into that age where if you're interested in someone much younger than you, you're in creep territory."

"Maybe I'll forgive you Jack, let's see how the wedding plays out," she said with a grin on her face.

Pete came to me the following day, "I got two hiccups Jack. My fiancé wants everyone to ballroom dance after the father-daughter dance. Her parents have arranged for lessons for everybody. I don't want to cut you out, but do you think you're up for it?"

"Absolutely Pete. My PT torturer suggested that as it had something to do with the rhythm improving my coordination. What's the other hiccup?"

"Aimee's on the guest list and has accepted the invitation. My fiancée didn't realize her friend from college was the Aimee that divorced you while you were laying in a hospital bed. We can rescind the invitation but that would be awkward. What do you think."

"I think I would love Aimee to see me ballroom dancing with your cousin. Nothing would make me happier. Speaking of your cousin, is Nancy involved with anybody?"

"I have never heard of Nancy being involved with anyone. That she's involved with the wedding party was kind of weird. She knew my fiancé in college, but they were never close friends. My sister is in the wedding party, and she hardly knows my fiancé. I wanted you in the wedding party and when you said you were up for it, my mother put on a full court press to have Nancy be your partner. I don't know where that came from, and my fiancé agreed. She said she would have been embarrassed to ask one of her friends after the wedding party had already been decided."

So, ballroom dancing was added to my PT routine. I was allowed to leave work for PT but took a lot of teasing from my workmates when I left for my "dance lesson." Plus, I had dance lessons in the evening with Nancy. I was beginning to enjoy her company and would have to take care of myself after every dance lesson and then it was before and after every dance lesson. There was one move that Nancy would do several times each dance that would grind her bump against my leg. Every time she did it, she would be looking at me with a grin on her face.

The wedding went off without a hitch. Aimee showed up with shit head and I made sure I wasn't the one to escort them. I avoided eye contact with her but as part of the bridal party she had to know I was there and walking.

Then it was time for the big ballroom dance. Nancy looked like a million dollars in her gown. If I managed to finish this dance without a raging hardon it would be a miracle. And Nancy was making sure it happened. She could feel it pressing against her belly. As the song ended, she pulled me in for a real passionate kiss. I was still hard and wondering how I would get off the dance floor when a second song started, and we continued to dance. Somewhere during the dance, Nancy and I started kissing. We didn't even realize the song had ended as we continued to kiss, the standing ovation we received embarrassed me enough to squash my erection.

I was avoiding eye contact with Aimee as Nancy and I ate our dinner. Nancy asked me to kiss her again and of course I did.

"Aimee keeps staring at you Jack, and every time she does, I want you to kiss me. I want her to know your no longer hers. Everyone here knows what she did to you. I know your not looking at her but if you were, you would notice that nobody is talking to her."

"Nancy, the backstory that no one knows is that I caught her in bed with shithead the morning of the accident. I had worked the mid-shift and was supposed to work a double, but the second shift got cancelled. She was riding him when I got home. I slammed the door as I left. If it wasn't for that, I never would have been on the road when the truck slammed into me. The only other person I told was my father to use in the divorce. I actually didn't remember it until after I was released from the hospital, but I knew our marriage was over the first time I opened my eyes after the accident, and she was crying by my bedside. Please don't tell anybody. I find the whole thing embarrassing."

"I can't believe I hate her even more now," said Nancy.

Nancy and I were dancing as often as we could, but I had run out of oomph. We were sitting at the table when Aimee and shit head came to our table.

"Jack, I just wanted..."

I cut her off, "Just turn and fucking leave Aimee. I don't want to make a scene at Pete's wedding."

She started to say something again, but Nancy stood up between us. In a whisper she said, "He's mine now slut. You tossed him away. Now get your slut ass out of here with shithead over there."

A group of people gathered between Aimee and I and then she fled. There was actually applause as she left the room.

Nancy whispered in my ear, "You know I'm going to kick that slut's ass the next time I see her."

The wedding began to die down. The wedding party all had rooms in the hotel. As the gentleman, I walked Nancy to her room gave her a kiss goodnight and turned to leave.

She grabbed my tie and said, "Where do you think you're going buster? I've waited too long for this."

Nancy opened her hotel room door and shoved me in. Once inside, she literally attacked me. I wasn't putting up a fight, besides the visit from the visiting nurse, I literally could not remember the last time I had made love to a woman.

We stripped off our clothes and I went down on her shaved pussy and made her come three times before she pushed me off. She grabbed my cock and lined it up with her pussy.

"I went on birth control as soon as I found out I would be your partner, so you better come in me. And take it slow Jack, I've been saving myself for this moment."

I didn't realize what she meant until I felt her hymen.

"Do it Jack, make me a woman, make me your woman."

Slowly I pushed through, and I felt that moment of pain shudder through her body. We had a slow fuck, just enjoying each other's bodies and we came together. We laid there for a few moments and then Nancy got up and ran to the bathroom. She came back with a washcloth and cleaned her blood off my dick and then took me into her mouth. Once she had me hard, she climbed on.

"Jack, you don't know how long I've waited for his moment. I almost can't believe my dreams have come true."

We were cuddling after we both came again. Nancy went and got another washcloth to try and stem the flow of come leaking out of her.

"Is that normal," she asked.

"Well, I've been saving it up for a long time. And Nancy, I'm truly sorry that I didn't realize you had such deep feelings for me."

"I got what I wanted in the end. You don't know how hard it was for me not to throw myself at you when I heard Aimee was divorcing you. Our mother's told me to wait. I was scared that someone else was going to slip in. But I took their advice. My mother told me you were going to be invited to join the wedding party I had my mother push to get me added."

"I think you're scaring me a bit Nancy."

"Don't be Jack, I always wanted you to be my first and I got that. I hope you will be my last, let's see how this plays out."

"And I want you to be my last Nancy."

"We made love again that night, mostly doggy style, more like fucking than making love. In the morning, we started getting frisky again, but she was too sore.

"Let's hit the shower," she said, "I have another dream I want to come true."

In the shower we started washing each other off, paying particular attention to certain body parts and then Nancy took me into her mouth and sucked the come right out of my balls. We were getting dressed and since my clothes were still in my room, I had to wear my tux again. A couple of people saw Nancy and I leave her room and gave us a big smile. We ducked into my room and after I changed, we headed down to breakfast holding hands. As we walked into the room, everyone stood hup and clapped, embarrassing me for the second time in 24 hours.

I knew my father and Aimee were in a bitter battle over the divorce. He was livid with Aimee when he found out she dropped divorce papers on me in the hospital. When he found out that the only reason I was driving in the first place was because I found her in bed with shithead he went scorched earth. He refused to let her have anything, any part of the house or anything else. Outside of the house, our accrued assets were equal. My income usually exceeded hers because of overtime I worked but who knew when I would be able to work overtime again.

The Monday after the wedding my mother brought in a note from the mailbox when I got home from work. It was from Aimee:

"Jack, you have every right to be angry with me and I deserve it. I cried so many times knowing I put you in that hospital bed. I am truly happy that you have become a wonderful dancer in the end. Nancy seems to be truly in love with you and I hope you find the life you truly deserve with her."

"You may know my lawyer has been fighting your father's demands on our separation and I am telling him to stop and cede to your father's demands. I almost took everything from you, and I refuse to take anything more. And Jack, marry that girl. You deserve to be loved as much as she loves you."

As soon as I finished reading the letter, my father called and gave me the same information regarding the divorce. Aimee has already removed all her belongings from our house, it's now officially mine and I'm free to move in whenever I'm ready. I had been sleeping in my childhood bedroom and looked forward to going to my home. I called Nancy and invited her to come with me to my house.

We walked in and it didn't seem like a bunch had changed. We went upstairs and I got a chill as we approached the master bedroom. We opened the door, and the room had been stripped bare. Some of my clothes were still in the closet, all of Aimee's were gone. There were beds in the two guest rooms.

We went back downstairs and found two notes on the kitchen table along with a bottle of wine. One was for me and one for Nancy. We opened mine first.

"Dear Jack, welcome home. I took the master bedroom set because I was certain you wouldn't want it. I donated it to Goodwill. I'm sure I didn't take anything that could be considered yours but if you see something missing, please let me know. By the way, I dumped shithead. I realized he wasn't half the man you were, unfortunately way too late. Regards Aimee."

"Nancy, please take care of Jack, the old saying that you don't know what you have until its gone. I made my mistakes and will learn to live with them. I wish you both well and hope you fill the house with many children. Regards Aimee."

"In a way I feel sad for her Jack, it sucks when you realize you fucked up. Not too sad, because her fuck up has given me what I wanted since I was 12."

"Now," she said, "we need paint, we also need that primer that seals and kills odor. I don't want any scent of her creeping into our bedroom, and new carpeting in there. And then we can shop for our bedroom set."

"Shall we start now Nancy, or should we open the wine first?"

"We'll open the wine when it's our house and when you're getting ready to make love to me for the first time here."

"Well, I think we should take care of that right now."

I picked her up and carried her to the guest room. By the time we were done, it was too late to hit the stores. We decided to take the next day off from work. I had a shitload of vacation saved up.

Nancy and I spent the next day, ripping up the carpet, then we were at a big box store buying paint. Back to the house and painted the bedroom. After painting, we visited a friend who owned a carpet store. After dinner, we were at the furniture store buying a bedroom set. We were spending a lot of money and Nancy said she had been saving for our house since she was twelve.

It took another week to get all the stuff in. I asked Nancy to move in, she held up her left hand and said something is missing.

I loved Nancy but I also loved Aimee, Nancy loves me and so did Aimee and that had me scared. I tried to talk to Nancy about it one night when we were laying in bed after another great love making session.

She grabbed my dick and balls and began to squeeze, "Jack I understand that you are afraid and I'm willing to wait until you are comfortable. Remember, I've been waiting since I was twelve. But if you ever use Aimee's name with mine in the same sentence again, I will remove your balls. I'm not Aimee and never will be."

And then she gave me a sinister smile, "Now make love to me again."

Although Nancy refused to move in, she spent most of her time at what we called our house. First it was her toiletries in the bathroom, then more and more of her clothes, followed by her record collection. Oh, and the fifteen million pairs of shoes.

We were at her parents for dinner one night and her father pulled me aside and said, "Jack I understand why you're a little gun shy but there's and old-fashioned woman in there whose getting impatient about making her daughter an honest woman."

"If you can keep it secret, I have moved past being gun shy and the pieces are falling into place. But first, I want your permission to marry her."

He pulled me in for a hug, and said, "Of course son, can I call you son?"

"Only if I can call you Dad." There was another hug.

Nancy yelled out from the kitchen wanting to know what we were doing out there.

"Talking about the lame ass Giants," I said.

Both women knew something was up because Nancy's father looked like he shed a tear or two.

I took the following morning off and called Nancy's mother; I knew she was off that day.

"What's up Jack, is everything ok? This is rather unusual."

"So last night, I got your husbands blessing to make Nancy an honest woman and I wanted to make sure I also had your blessing too."

"Giants my ass, my husband is a die-hard Eagles fan. Of course you have my blessing Jack, and you better get to work giving me some grandchildren."

"Promise," I said. "I would also like your help in picking out an engagement ring if you can this morning."

"Certainly Jack, sounds much more fun than doing laundry. But Nancy already has an engagement ring, it's a gift from my mother."

"Hmm, sounds like a good tradition. How about helping me pick something else out. I want to show her how much I love her."

"I think she knows Jack, but I never heard of a woman turning down a chance to go jewelry shopping. I can be ready at 10."

She gave me a big hug when I picked her up with a few tears in her eyes and welcomed me to the family.

"Do you know how long my daughter has been waiting for you Jack?"

"Since she was 12?"

We laughed, "When you married Aimee, I tried to talk her out of waiting and she said you and Aimee wouldn't last. I asked her why she would say that. She told me to watch how Aimee looks at other men. Married women should never look at other men like that. Then she sat there all smug. I never brought it up again."

In the jewelry store she helped me pick out a diamond necklace that would go with her engagement ring. It costs $10,000. Nancy's mom tried to push back.

"I have one more secret I'm going to ask you to keep. The insurance companies finally settled my accident claim. We won't be able to retire tomorrow but Nancy won't have to work when she has those grandchildren."

Nancy's mother gave me another hug full of tears.

"One more secret," I said, "and I hate secrets. But tomorrow night we have reservations for 8:00 at Treconti's. I figure we'll be done by 9:00. Maybe you and your husband, plus my parents can hide some place and watch me pop the question. If she says no, I'll be terrible embarrassed."

"And so will she when I slap the shit out of her."

Dinner was fantastic. The waiter gave me a wink telling me our parents were in position.

"I bought you a present Nancy," and I pulled out the necklace.

She smiled and said how beautiful it was, but I could tell she was hoping for something different. She let me put it on her.

"Your mom said it would really go well with this, and I pulled out the ring box. I did the classic drop to one knee and asked her if she would marry me. She screamed out yes and literally tackled me. I was laying on my back as she smothered me with kisses, yelling yes, yes, yes, while holding the ring in the air. The rest of the patrons were applauding. Nancy's mother was trying the help her off me. I was almost to my feet as she slipped the ring on her finger and then tackled me again.

Finally, our parents were able to get us back in our chairs after many hugs and not a dry eye between them. Even my father, the most stoic man in the universe had tears in his eyes.

The waiters brought four more chairs to our table and a couple bottles of champagne; compliments of a guest who wished to remain anonymous. The mothers were beginning to plan our wedding. Nancy couldn't take her eyes off the ring. The dads were talking football.

We were getting ready to leave and Nancy said, "take me home Jack, to our home."

A year later we were married and another year later we welcomed our son to the world. Between the two grandmothers, the boy's feet never touched the ground. We waited two years before we had our daughter. Nancy had some complications that shut down her baby factory. She was so depressed. I knew how she felt and arranged for some counseling which helped her a lot. But there would always be a sadness line above her left eye.

When the kids were in school, she decided to go back to work. Financially we were doing ok and hadn't touched the lawsuit money in years.

"Jack," she said, "Bored women do stupid shit, I don't want to do stupid shit. I have everything I ever wanted and I'm not going to take any chances."

The words, "working didn't keep Aimee from doing stupid shit" were ready to leap from my mouth but Nancy grabbed my cock and balls and began to squeeze.

"What were you going to say Jack."

"I was going to say I completely support your decision. How can I help?"

"I knew you were smart, that's one of the reasons I married you."

Talk about a close call of saying stupid shit!

*****

Of course that is one of my happy dreams. The beginning of this story is true, the first time I revealed that on Literotica. But I never felt cold on my feet, learned to walk again or dance the tango. There was girl named Nancy growing up, but I have no idea what happened to her.

I still have the nightmare of walking in on Aimee and her lover and then the resultant accident. My father did sue the shit out of the trucking company, and I am able to live comfortably. And he did win the house from Aimee. Of course, the steps precluded me from living there so I sold it and bought a nice little rancher and had a ramp installed for my electric wheelchair.

But I have my dreams of what might have been, and I write them here in literotica. Some are pleasant like this one, some are mean and angry. But I rarely write mean and angry stories anymore, I have tried. Sometimes they start like that, but they always end up with hope and happiness. I sleep like a baby after writing a story like this one and dream of doing the tango with a beautiful woman in my arms. And what when the dreams end?