Hey. This is just a quick one shot.
I hope you enjoy.
I do not own anything to do with Housewives.
Ben
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Bree woke up in a cold sweat, the droplets of perspiration causing a pleasurable sensation down her lower back. This had happened many times before and just like the other experiences; she waited in the dark room.
Sprawled out on her bed, the linen she'd placed on that evening slipping off her naked body, she waited. She had no idea when or why, but instinct told her that it would happen again. The seductive whispers penetrating the crisp night air and flowing, serpent-like over her. The prickling titillation that would spread gradually over her body. Finally, the pressure that she would feel upon her rib cage causing her to pant; her lungs craving the oxygen that she was being deprived of.
Then it happened, and it was better than anything she had remembered. In the moonlight, her body writhed and contorted itself into a ball. She giggled, thoroughly enjoying what she was feeling. Her auburn locks fell to her shoulders from her tight bun as she ripped the grips from it.
"I love you" she gasped, finally managing to spurt something from her lips.
"I love you too, Mrs. Vandekamp" he replied.
And then, just like before, he was gone, now only a memory. He was no longer real, alive, there with her.
She pulled the covers back around her now shivering self and cried softly, salty tears streaming down her pale face.
"I'm sorry Rex."
She'd said it too many times before.
Bree heard the door close and felt her husband sink into bed behind her.
"Night darling"
She pretended to be asleep.
Orson lay down beside her, knowing that her sleep was that of a pretending housewife. He rolled his eyes, and tried to make himself drift into a settled place, somewhere he could pretend, that nothing was wrong.