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I awoke again, tired, confused and thirsty, and a young male nurse or doctor helped me sip on a fizzy lemon lime soda, maybe SPRITE or 7-UP? I got a glimpse of Shannon who looked really worried and then everything went dark.

This time I had an extremely detailed dream of Shannon crying, arguing with two doctors, and asking why they weren't helping me. Someone said they had to let the fluids and time push the virus out but their faces were blurry.

Then I had a really erotic dream of fucking Sierra against the hood of a car or truck and she kept saying this was the last time unless I divorced her mom.

I had a vivid yet blurry dream about serving a warrant at a house and finding naked women shooting scenes of all female porn.

Then I was eating a taco.

Minutes, hours or days later, I awoke with a massive headache, was extremely thirsty, and a gorgeous blonde in a scandalous Halloween style slutty nurse costume tried to help me sip some water. I blinked several times, but she was still there, still knockout beautiful, and still practically naked. I gasped "Who are you?" and she laughed, "I don't know, this is your dream."

Then I was swimming naked with a bunch of cheerleaders in bikinis.

The next time I awoke, I was alone, it was quiet, and the small clock showed 2:34am. It was dark, I was in a bedroom that I didn't recognize, and for some reason I was naked under the sheet. I was hard, really hard, and confused if I'm honest. I closed my eyes, exhaled, opened them, and it was 2:35am. I was still in the same dark bedroom, and I was still naked and very hard under the sheet. The bathroom door opened, a tall, naked redhead saw me, smiled as she shut the bathroom light off, then slid onto the bed and purred "Ready for round three lover?"

Round three?

Lover?

Well, I was rock hard, so why not?

Shannon couldn't be mad if it was a dream... right?

It felt great to slip into the redhead's tight, wet pussy and she purred as I began to stroke slow and deep into her fit body. I didn't think about Shannon, Sierra or even Holly as I made love to the beautiful redhead, I just wanted to enjoy the sex. I pushed thoughts of cheating, divorce and penance aside as I thrust into my unknown lover. Shannon had long dark hair and Sierra was blonde, but between my confusion and arousal, I couldn't remember what color hair Holly had.

Did it matter at that moment?

Everything felt great, I was getting close, then it felt like things got darker, I was dizzy, and I gasped Shannon's name then realized the hospital room seemed full of people.

But I didn't recognize any of them.

Nurses and doctors hovered, touched, poked and talked about me, but I just really didn't know or understand what was going on. This time I felt more sure, aware, and gasped "Thirsty" past a dry throat.

That's when my brain froze and my heart stopped.

The gorgeous redhead from my fantasy moved closer, held a cup with a straw close to my mouth, then said "I'm here honey." I blinked past confusion, stared at the beautiful woman, sipped the fizzy drink, then gasped "What's going on?" The redhead kept the cup and straw close as she said "The fever finally broke. I love you so much baby, I was so worried."

It didn't make sense. None of it did.

A fever?

The unknown but beautiful redhead?

Where was Shannon?

Where was my wife?

The redhead spoke to a doctor, he stared at me as she spoke quietly, then he said to the other doctors and nurses, "Why don't we step out for a moment to confer?" They did and the redhead sat on the bed, gave me another sip of the fizzy lemon lime drink, then asked "What do you remember?" I said "The trip for Sierra's cheerleading thing, Guy got shot, my affair with Holly, I just... I'm so confused. Who are you? Do you know Shannon? Where is my wife?"

The redhead blinked then said "Mike, honey. I'm your wife. We've been married for 5 years next week." I shook my head and said "I would remember being married to a babe like you." With a huge smile she leaned close, kissed my lips, then said "Get better and we can discuss those thoughts at home." I sighed because she was an 11 on a 10 scale, but also I really love Shannon and all of this was confusing. While touching at my hair and seemingly petting me, the redhead said quietly "They warned me you might have some confusion and temporary memory loss. My name is Elizabeth and while most of my friends call me Liz or Lizzy, you have always preferred Beth." I blinked but held her hand as she continued "We met just after your horrible divorce from Sandy, you have no children, I have one daughter from a previous disaster, and you have been trying to get me pregnant for the last 5 years." We both grinned and she teased "I'm fixed and can't get pregnant, but that hasn't stopped you from trying."

Now I blushed.

Wow, Shannon had been reserved, Elizabeth... Beth was more... bold.

With a sad smile and a deep sigh, Beth said "So now the bad news. Sierra isn't my daughter or your stepdaughter, she's the very naughty girl next door who has been trying everything to sleep with you for the last year at least. Holly isn't your partner or your secret lover because she doesn't exist, neither does Shannon."

What?

Beth sighed "Just before you came down with what they are calling a severe COVID/FLU hybrid that nearly put you in a coma, you had been working on your newest erotic KINDLE book about a stepdaughter named Sierra who pulled out all the stops trying to sleep with you. You're not a cop, detective or police officer baby. You write books, both romance and erotica. I also know you haven't cheated on me and probably never will, simply because you chase me like a fugitive, love me like no one ever has, and fuck me like I might expire. I love you handsome, and I can't wait until you can come home, but none of that was real babe. You write books and KINDLE stories from home, I'm not a bank executive, I just work in an office, Sierra is a naughty neighbor, and my daughter lives with her father in Connecticut."

What the fuck?

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It all seemed so real...

Beth stood, stared out the window for a long moment, and I sighed. I closed my eyes, tried to clear my mind, then opened them to see the beautiful red haired woman smiling at me. She was absolutely captivating, and in my clouded mind, possibly the most attractive redhead I have ever seen. Beth leaned against the window sill and asked "What are you thinking?" I asked "Can we agree to something?" Beth exhaled a full body exhale and said "Babe, let's air this out right now. Your ex-wife Sandy was trash and I'm sorry but it's true. Brian, my ex is my ex for so many reasons." I blinked, Beth came closer, gave me another sip of the fizzy lemon lime soda, then smiled "It's 7-UP. I know how your mind works." I blinked, she pointed to the green can I must have overlooked, then asked "Do you remember your speech when you asked me to marry you?"

I shook my head and said "Everything is fuzzy, I'm confused, and I will never lie to you Beth, Shannon seemed so real." Elizabeth exhaled, crossed her arms, then said "Here's what I'm gonna do. They want to keep you at least another day for observation and to push fluids. I'm going to go get your tablet, check on the pets, and come back and stay with you. I'm also going to grab our naughty neighbor Sierra, bring her back with me, and if reading your story about Shannon and Sierra doesn't work, ten minutes of her throwing herself at you should do the trick." I blinked then Beth said "Your speech that blew my mind 6 years ago and still does to this day? You said ‘If God created the perfect woman, gave her looks, smarts, athleticism, charm, charisma, the ability to listen, and the strength to stand on her own, it had to be me'."

I inhaled as Beth's eyes became red and moist, she sat on the bed beside me, gripped my hand, and continued, "We have never argued about anything substantial Mike because I have never once played mental games, withheld sex, or kept a secret from you. In return, you love me like I'm your best friend, fuck me like you bought me in a store, protect me like I'm valuable, and treat me like an equal. If it takes days, weeks, or months, I will be with you and help you remember the perfect love we were both lucky enough to find this second time around."

Now I had tears and emotions.

Beth leaned up to kiss me softly, then said "Lay here, relax, watch TV or use your phone. I will be back and you should know something. We agreed last month when Sierra went from flirting and teasing to full on attack mode. We agreed that if you did not initiate things, I would not kill you or her, and I would not divorce you if something happens."

Damn.

I gasped but Beth said "You get this one free because of the true, real love you gave me these last 7 years Mike. If I bring Sierra back with me and you do what I expect... if you fawn over her in front of me and forget to hide your lust... I will quietly, loyally, lovingly swallow my jealousy, fear and anger. You sleeping with Sierra is inevitable unless we move or she does."

Again I gasped, and I can assure I was not prepared for what Beth said next.

She stood my the window again, had her back to me, and she exhaled "The only way I would consider pretending not to see, hear and notice things is if you did something for me, and you may be fuzzy and confused right now, so we can discuss this again another time if you like." I waited and Beth exhaled again, then said "You write seduction like a master. After reading most of your books and stories, even the cheesy ones, I would sleep with you in a heartbeat and don't think I don't realize you model most of your redheads after me."

Beth turned to smile at me, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Then she did a little wave and left.

I closed my eyes.

To think, to clear my mind, and hopefully... understand.

My mind was still blown ten minutes later when a tall, attractive, blue eyed, brown haired nurse came in and said "I'm happy to finally see you awake. Your wife said you would need this" and handed me a cold Pepsi. I drank nearly half before gasping "Ahhh" then asked the nurse, "What can you tell me?" She laughed as she held my wrist for a pulse, let it go, then said "The NFL is rigged, so is AMERICAN IDOL, possibly even SURVIVOR."

I blinked, then she said "Your fever and superflu gave you a sort of amnesia and the doctors think you could be confused and distracted for days, maybe weeks. Our specialist disagrees and thinks something or someone will jog your memory and that it will be like an explosion of memories."

Then Life, Fate and Karma had a laugh at my expense.

The nurse was fiddling with my IV and said "Mike, you are 35 years old but look 30. You have short black hair, hazel eyes that seem to change with your mood, are 5' 11", really fit and handsome. Honestly if I wasn't engaged and you weren't married to sheer perfection, I might give you my number."

I blinked rapidly and for a moment, scattered thoughts of stories filled my brain.

Why was she describing me to me?

I was struggling to focus when the nurse continued "Elizabeth is 37, has such beautiful long red hair, crisp green eyes, commands the room at 6' with quite possibly the fittest, model perfect body I have ever seen and I'm so straight you could drag race on me."

I laughed, the nurse's eyes sparkled, then she said "By the way, my name is Ashley, and you seem to use that name a lot, same as Julie, Jenny and Chelsea." I lost my breath, but Ashley said "One last thing and I'll step out. If I was writing this story, your wife's name would be Kim, I'm just saying."

What the fuck?

It wasn't an explosion of memories, but suddenly I had some jumbled thoughts, and my phone was in my hand before I realized it. I was confused because it was a folding flip phone but seemed brand new and high tech. After I fiddled with it for a moment, I went right to Facebook and scrolled my wall. Family, friends, stuff I liked, and ads. Lots of ads. I didn't see a pattern and I didn't know what I was looking for, so I closed Facebook and looked at my photos. There were a lot of pictures of Beth, many of them in bikinis, lingerie and several nudes. Damn, I was a lucky man.

I also had a lot of photos of Sierra.

What concerned me was just how many were in lack of clothing, whether it was really skimpy bikinis or lingerie. How did I get the photos and why didn't I remember being in such scorching situations? Knowing what Beth had told me Sierra just recently turned 18, I think she said that... to be honest like most of my thoughts, it wasn't clear. Maybe I knew it and it was hovering in my memories just past the haze? It took a bit of focus to get back on track with my thoughts, and I realized I was concerned that I had at least a dozen nudes of Sierra.

How did I get those?

How had Beth not killed or divorced me?

Better yet, if I had so many sexy pics of Sierra, how had I not slept with her?

I felt like I understood the male mind and more importantly, the male libido. Beth is a smokeshow, possibly the hottest female I will ever meet, but a beautiful, fit, 18 year old blonde who was apparently throwing herself at me? According to Beth, who did not seem sneaky or prone to lie, I had written an entire story based on seduction of and from Sierra, so there was something simmering. Looking at her pictures, especially the naked ones, it was easy to see how she could seduce and confuse me, let alone any man.

I was about to look at my bookmarks and search history to see if there were clues or something might jog my memory, but Ashley came back in with a doctor that seemed familiar. All while the doctor spoke, explained and talked, Ashley seemed to be flirting with me.

But why?

The doctor reiterated what Beth and Ashley had told me, said the combo COVID/FLU supervirus put me in a near coma and it has been several days since I was brought into the ER dazed, dizzy and muttering incoherently. He asked me if I could recall any wild, vivid or outlandish dreams and I felt like I blushed. With Ashley being so flirty, fit and attractive, I might be willing to discuss my weird erotic fever induced dreams with her, but not with another man. The doctor seemed to be waiting for something, did a theatrical stare at Ashley, then at me, before he smiled and said "You know what? Ashley, you seem to have Mike's trust. Why don't you see what he recalls and find me afterwards to fill me in?" Ashley smiled "Sounds great" and then the doctor said "Don't exert yourself, plenty of fluids, and when, not if, when your memories come back, if it's overwhelming, let one of the staff know. I have a note in there for a mild sedative if needed."

The doctor gave Ashley a long, serious look that she just smiled through, then he left. Ashley smiled as she winked at me, went over to close the door, then came back over and said "Two things. I know about your books and stories because your hot as fuck wife mentioned them one time and I called her on it. She showed me where to find you on AMAZON KINDLE and the website you post on." I exhaled as Ashley said "So yes, I am flirting with you because if you have even half the imagination and libido you write from, well then, as you like to say "Fuck me." We laughed but something about Ashley's bold flirting told me it might not be humor.

Ashley set my phone aside, waited while I took a sip of Pepsi, set the can aside, then she stared into my eyes and said "At some point we can discuss private things, but before we become friends, I need to be clear about something. I'm not looking for anything. Your writing excites me and you are a good looking man, but here's the secret. Three times in the last week, while you were out of it and recovering, I gave you a spongebath and Mike, you get really fucking hard." Now we stared at each other until Ashley inhaled, her eyes were sparkling with electricity, and she said quietly "It took every bit of my composure and professionalism not to... phew..." Ashley was blushing and exhaled "The next time you are that hard around me, I will fuck you."

I smiled, pushed at the sheet, and showed Ashley that I was rock hard.

I have no idea why all I had on was a thin cotton gown, no underwear.

Ashley's eyes widened, she took hold of my hard shaft with her warm hand, then stared into my soul and asked "Do you want to do this?" I touched Ashley's scrub pants, pulled downward, got as glimpse of a light pink waistband, and she let go of my cock to gasp "Fuck yeah." Even as memories and thoughts flooded back in no particular order, I just stared as Ashley stripped her scrub pants and a small light pink thong off, got onto the bed with me, and suddenly I was inside her tight, wet pussy. I was hazy at my past sex life, but I was fairly sure no woman had thrown herself at me like this.

Well, maybe Beth, she sure seemed boldly sexual.

Ashley was already riding my cock with gasps and moans as she took my hands, pushed them under her scrub blouse, and encouraged me to push her bra off her boobs. As I filled my hands with her warm breasts, Ashley moaned "You're worth getting fired" and struggled her top and bra off. I was fucking my hot brunette nurse in my hospital bed and she was all about it. I held Ashley's hips as she went all in trying to fuck me while I fucked her. It was fast, carnal sex, she had an amazing body, and for some unknown reason, maybe for future reference, I gasped "How old are you?"

Past arousal glazed eyes, Ashley panted "21."

Hell yeah.

Somehow all the stars aligned, we didn't get caught fucking, neither of us got tangled in my IV, and when the monitors began to beep from my increased heart rate, Ashley fought past her arousal to stretch and touch something that silenced it. When she stretched, it pushed my limit, and she had just sank fully back onto my cock when I gripped her waist, growled "Oh God", and nearly blacked out from a massive climax. I saw an explosion of colors, tasted cotton candy, and could suddenly spell numbers as I exploded inside Ashley.

It didn't take but a few seconds and then Ashley's body tensed, her eyes were wide open, and she gripped my arms as her orgasm hit with hurricane force. How she suppressed her noise was a conversation for later, but Ashley had a full on, all in orgasm that I felt! Her body shook, her pussy soaked me, and she took everything I gave her until spent and happy, she lay atop me and sighed. I held her, we were both gasping for air, then Ashley sighed "That was great, I want more, but we cannot get caught." She eased off me, quickly grabbed a cloth to stop our mess from leaking out of her, then hurried into the bathroom. I lay there spent, happy, and wondering if this was the first time I had ever cheated when Ashley reappeared all smiles and still naked. She said "Instead of awkward conversation and fake promises, if we agree to be discreet, I'm up for doing this again."

I nodded and she blushed "Maybe not here though."

Still naked, Ashley used a warm cloth, maybe the same one, to wipe me up, then wiped herself once more. She quickly got dressed, and we were both silent for a moment or two as I processed that bombshell while Ashley checked my IV then fiddled with the monitors. I was nervous for some reason and closed my eyes to think.

I just needed a moment to...

Beth was asking me "Are you awake babe? I'm back"

What the...?

I blinked rapidly, confused, worried... it...

Damn, it had been some kind of vivid, realistic fantasy?

None of it happened?

Beth seemed worried and sat on the bed, leaned on me to hold me, inhaled "Huuuuhhh", then gasped "Babe?" She got off the bed, her face was flushed red, and she glanced several times at the door as she first felt, then grasped the bulge of my erection through the sheet and my thin gown. As she breathed deeply, Beth stole more glances at the open door, then was biting her lip as she lifted the cover and my gown to gasp "Baby, why are you so hard?"

Even as she let go of my gown and the sheet, Beth crowded me and listened as I described the whole fantasy with Ashley. Amazingly Beth didn't overreact or even seem upset, she just continued to blush and kissed me softly, then put her lips to my ear and whispered "I keep forgetting how sexual and erotic your mind is. You're lucky we're stuck in this hospital or I would make good use of you being so hard." I grinned and Beth inhaled "Babe... what if we get caught?" She was glancing at the door again, biting her lip, seemed conflicted, then exhaled "I'm willing to compromise."

She stepped out into the hallway, I could barely hear her telling someone, maybe one of the nurses, that she was going to close the door so we could talk privately, and I hurriedly grabbed my phone to check my photos. The good news is there really were many, many pictures of Beth in lingerie, bikinis, sexy outfits and costumes, and a lot of nudes.

Jesus she was twice as hot as I thought and somehow I was married to her.

The even better news?

Not a single picture of Sierra or anyone else.

Beth came back in, shut the door, had a seductive look on her face, and then she picked up a washcloth, came around the bed, and flirted "I'm doing this for you baby." My beautiful, flame haired, hot as fuck wife, and I was still digesting being married to such a knockout, trust me on that... Beth moved the sheet and my gown aside, took hold of my throbbing erection, and with glazed eyes purred "The only reason I don't fuck you right now is fear of getting caught." I stared into Beth's aroused eyes and said "The best thing I ever did was marry you" and as she began to stroke my cock she said "My best friend just happens to be my husband."

The silence was awkward after that for a moment until Beth glanced at the door blushing, bit her lip again, then let go of my cock to struggle her t-shirt and lacy brown bra up to expose her large breasts. Her nipples were stiff and perky, and I smiled as Beth said in a firm voice "Cum for me right now babe and I will play the submissive housewife when you get home." I gasped, closed my eyes, thought of the naked pictures I had seen of Beth on my phone, and it wasn't long before pleasure surrounded me and I came. It was explosive, my entire body tingled, and I felt true bliss as Beth slowly stroked the length of my cock until I was spent.

I lay there happy as Beth quickly adjusted her bra and shirt back into place, then went into the small bathroom. She rinsed out the cloth, came back and used the warm washcloth to wipe my cock and area around it extremely well. After she rinsed the cloth again, Beth dropped it into the soiled laundry hamper, covered me back up, then leaned against me for a long, warm kiss. After she went and opened the door, Beth came around the other side of the bed away from the IV lines and equipment, then crawled onto the bed and snuggled with me.

We lay there talking like that until a real nurse this time came in to check on me. After taking vitals and checking the monitors, the nurse smiled and left. That's when Beth told me about how we met, that she thought it had been hilarious when we tried to decide which house we would live in, our engagement, and then repeated the speech I gave her when we got married. I said "I'm hazy on some things, but Shannon and that crazy stuff with Sierra seems like a distant memory now." We kissed then Beth asked, "You know you have to go back to work on Monday?" I blinked and she said "Today's Thursday babe. You're getting paid sick leave, but your boss called me when I went home to get the tablet and asked if you could be back on Monday. He said he needs you to help cover vacations."

I didn't even know what my job was.

I sighed and Beth smiled, said "I know how you think babe. You work in an office. Weekdays, no weekends, you're one of the senior staff, and according to you, get paid to use a computer all day. In case it concerns you, just about everyone knows about your books and writing, and you think it's funny that sometimes you get away with writing at work." I blinked as Beth seemed to be counting on her fingers, tilted her head, muttered numbers to herself, then said "I may be wrong, but you have 9 actual books out, 57 KINDLE books, and about 200 stories on the website you write for. We're not millionaires by far, but you are a really good writer, and not just romance and erotica."

I was quiet, held Beth while I processed all of that, and something was burning in my brain just out of reach. I wasn't nearly as confused as I had been the last couple of hours, I felt real feelings for Beth beyond obvious lust, and it was as if someone was standing just out of reach and whispering "Come on, you've got this. It's right there Mike."

I asked "Beth? Did you say you were leaving to get the tablet to jog my memory and also planned to bring Sierra with you? Did you tell me 10 minutes of her throwing herself at me and everything would come back to me?" Beth sighed "I was moody and I apologize. I stared out at the parking lot and felt like with your memory loss that all the great times we had, all the love we feel, it felt like I was the only one still holding onto it..." I kissed Beth and said "It's still hazy, but I know and feel you. It feels like it's close to coming back." Beth smiled an excited smile, then put her lips to my ear and purred "God, please get better and come home so we can fuck like teenagers. My favorite thing about our marriage is the lust."

We were grinning when Beth exhaled then said "So Sierra was at her friend's house swimming. Her father said he would call her and that he was sure she would come see you." Beth kissed my lips, got off the bed, then went around to pick up the tablet. Mine or hers, it didn't matter as we had bought both of them the same day and kept them synched. Even in my haze I remembered that one of the reasons our second marriage, (first to each other) worked so well, besides the constant sex, was we had zero secrets. Beth was holding the tablet and asked "Which one do you want to see first, babe? The story about Shannon, Sierra, and Holly?"

With a grin Beth said, "You called it ‘STEPDAUGHTER'."

I felt a tingling in my brain and pushed the button to move the bed so I could sit up. As the bed moved, Beth asked "What about the one you call your masterpiece? The one with the strong, sassy, sex crazed redhead as the main character that looks, sounds and acts a lot like me?"

I felt a tightness in my chest as I stared at Beth...

...then everything exploded back when she said...

"This one you aptly titled ‘HOTTER THAN FIRE'."

...to be continued!

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