'Oh god, she's still as beautiful as she ever was.' he thought as his eyes worshiped her near perfect body. Her 5'9" body straddled his prone form. Her lips teasing his growing erection with every undulation of her flaring hips. Her hands were busy squeezing, pushing, playing with her flawless 38s in time with each rock and roll. All he had to do is thrust, and he would once again know the heavenly embrace of Gilda. Just one thrust, and yet he was so enthralled, he could only lay there watching. Her plush, kissable lips twitched and her aquamarine eyes laughed at his plight.
He was slowly pulled from his trance by the awareness of sound to his right. Soft and slow at first but increasingly louder, faster. His head began to ache with each thump as the sound began to demand his attention. However, enthralled as he was, he continued to worship the golden haired beauty as she started to pleasure herself. One hand pinching, squeezing, pulling. The other moistened circled, teased, rubbed. Not to be outdone, the noise started to evolve. The thumping now included squelching, sighing, gasping. Words followed. "Right there. Yes. Harder. Oh, fuck me." The voice was familiar, but his mind wouldn't place it. "Give it to me. Oh, come on. Yes. Right there. So good." It was some close to him, but my god just look at Gilda. She's perfect. "Oh, Patrick." Erica?!
Jerking his head to the right, there she was watching him with her steel blue eyes. She laid there naked with her long legs wrapped around her husband, Daniel. With a final thrust, he held still as she shuddered. "YES Patrick."
"I don't know about you, Patrick, but I think you should come over here and take care of my baby. It's not like I can anymore." Daniel kissed his wife then walked away.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM. His head started to ache worse.
A hand on his jaw forced his gaze back up. Gilda wasn't smiling anymore. "This is how you treat me." A stranger walks up and kisses her. Long, slow, practiced. She looks back down at you, smiling again. But the smile is anything but friendly. "I don't mean to eat and run but your time is up." She opens her mouth showing off an impressive array of needle-like teeth and lunges for your neck."
"Ahh." Startled awake, he knocks several mostly empty bottles off the bed. 'A nightmare.' Again the sound of a vigorous fucking demanded his attention. Only this time it was a pixelated Lucy Chambers and Rod Steele stuck replaying a video loop, instead of. . . 'No, better off not going there.'
He grabbed the fullest of the bottles littering the floor around his bed to ease his pounding head and wash the cotton out of his mouth. Fittingly, it was a cheap vodka named Ugly Dog. Naked, he walked towards his kitchen seeking food to settle the nausea when the locks to his front door disengaged. Time slowed as the front door opened and Erica walked in looking at something on her smartphone.