"Oooh... Jerome..."
Lois fell back onto the bed and allowed the overpowering figure of Jerome to control her. "We haven't done this in so long..."
"I know. I've been thinking about you ever since..." Jerome replied in his deep, sexy voice. It was a velvet-like voice, and Lois craved hearing just single words from his mouth.
Jerome lay on top of her, their arms around each other. Their passionate locking of lips temporarily silenced both of them, as only the occasional moan of pleasure came from Lois. "Hmmm..."
She allowed her hands to wander, caressing his skin and rubbing his muscular arms, before they broke their embrace. She gazed up into the brown eyes of her lover. Why had she ever left him? As their lips touched again, her hands ventured away from his back, down the front of his solid chest, to where an increasingly large bulge was growing. She placed her hand there, causing Jerome to sit back onto his knees, smiling lustfully.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, serious this time. Lois knew her response already.
"If it's anything like last time -" she too sat up, planting a kiss on Jerome's lips before starting to undo his flies - "I'd be a fool to say no."
She dragged down the zip, planting her face as close as was comfortable, before undoing the top button on his jeans. As his underwear was revealed, she began to roll the top of it down...
Somewhere in the corridor outside, footsteps could be heard. Lois turned her head. Without warning, the bedroom door burst open, as Peter poked his head in.
"Hey Lois have you seen that cow I left in the -"
There was a stunned silence. Nobody moved.
"What the..."
Lois awoke with a start. Bleary eyed, she attempted to mumble an apology to the ceiling before realising it had been a dream. She sighed.
Beside her, Peter was still asleep, but the enormous rumbling noise that suddenly issued from his abdomen did enough to convince Lois to swing her legs around and get out of bed. Looking at the alarm clock, it was just ten minutes until he would wake up. She quietly wandered to the bathroom and locked the door.
What was that? Why had her dream turned so sexual? Was she not happy with Peter? The dream, the details now fading in her mind, caused Lois to feel a little dizzy so she sat on the side of the bathtub. A wet feeling between her legs caused her to look down, as she realised how aroused she had been just a few minutes ago. When was the last time she had ever felt that?
Although she found it hard to admit it to herself, Lois was not happy in her marriage. She could list off the reasons.
Her baby was very demanding, even possibly evil, and kept wandering off somewhere with the dog. The dog himself kept hitting on her, even though she felt no attraction to Brian whatsoever.
Her son Chris was a loser, who was bullied at school. To compensate for that, she would expect Chris to be clever, but he was as thick as his father.
Her daughter Meg was like Chris, but and just loaded her problems onto everybody else.
Finally, Peter. Peter used to be the light in Lois's life. He was quirky, sure, but Lois could keep up with his constant shenanigans or at least ignore them. But ignoring them was getting too much. Numerous attempts to repair their relationship had succeeded in the short term, but the treatment was ignoring the fact there was still a problem. And, with Peter's personality, Lois didn't believe she could find the cure any more, or live with it.
She was especially angry about how Peter treated Jerome when they tried using him to replace Cleveland. They had made up, but Peter had never admitted to burning Jerome's house down. And when Jerome had found out, he had been furious...
"When I find the guy who did it, I'm gunna rip his arms off and do his wife in front of him..." he had said in front of Peter, when he did not know the culprit.
Lois remembered what Jerome's words. He had never followed through with that threat, instead never speaking to Peter again.
She thought back to the dream. Oh, to be with him again...
Jerome had always been right for Lois. She adored his personality, the way he dressed and spoke. His athletic prowess had always impressed the girls. And, in bed! Jerome had given her the sexual satisfaction she had never experienced with any boyfriend since. Especially Peter. Lois's libido and sexual nature had always been too much for Peter, meaning she had ended up repressing it.
She snapped back the present as there was a thump from the bedroom – the alarm clock had made Peter fall out of bed.
"Well, this afternoon it could all change..." she muttered out loud as she began to get dressed.
Don't be silly Lois, she thought. It's just a get-together with Jerome, a chance to drink coffee and reminisce - they had never had the opportunity to, especially since Peter wouldn't allow the two to talk. They would just have a friendly chat.