Roxanne and Dan were your average, every day, middle class couple. She, the go getter real estate agent. Him, the business tycoon. They were both stars in their respective fields, and all around, very happy. They were the Cleavers minus the kids, and had an amazing, exciting, sex life. To the outside world, they were perfect... At first.
Roxanne cried standing in the shower as Dan was in their bedroom getting dressed. She looked down at the small pile of hair bunching up around the drain. 'This can't be happening!' She thought. 'It has to be the pills.'
Dan convinced Roxanne to start taking sleeping pills after a few years of insomnia and paranoid night activities. They were a blessing for them both really. Together they slept well throughout the night and all seemed to be evening out. Sure, the pills had rocked her hormones a bit, and made her gain a few LBs, but Dan wasn't complaining. The worst he did was joke that maybe she'd get a bigger rack out of the deal. Of course that wasn't the case, as her pudgy midsection and A cup breasts could attribute. Dan assured her though, that he was in love with her as much as they day they had wed. He was always giving her compliments, and knew just the right things to say.
'What would he say about this though?' Roxanne wondered. 'Would he still love me if these pills made me go bald?'
"Roxie! You better hurry up! You're going to be late Tutz!" Dan hollered as he made his was out the door of their single story ranch house. Funny way to describe the place since it was smack dab in the middle of a Chicago suburb. "Times a tickin'!" Roxanne hurried through her shower and tried to put her fears aside.
When she entered the bedroom she got a strange feeling similar to Deja Vu. For a split second she thought she saw Dan sitting at his chair by the window naked, but it passed just as quickly. Shaking her head, Roxanne rushed through her morning ritual to get to her first showing of the day.
That night as the couple laid down, Roxanne broached the subject of coming off the pills with Dan. He was supportive of her concerns but not on board. "Baby, I know how you think. You're in your head going 'I'm better now. I don't need them anymore.' Right? But we know better Rox. The pills are WORKING. That's why you feel that way. If you come off of them we'll just be back at square one after a couple days. Don't you remember waking up every night? Getting less than two hours of sleep? Remember what your therapist said? She told us that people with insomnia like you have rarely get better without medication. I just don't see it working love." Dan passed her a bottle of water and a pill. Roxanne took it and fell into a deep sleep.
"Oh Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me while your wife sleeps. Fuck me on your marital bed. I'm a good girl for you Daddy. Make me cum. Please?"
Roxanne awoke before her alarm in a cold sweat. Dan lied next to her oblivious. Her dream was fading fast, but she tried to hold on to it. Something about it just seemed... off.
A few weeks later, after a few more dreams, and sensing Deja Vu more than once, Roxanne found herself sitting in her therapists office. The blonde woman in front of her seemed displeased to find that Roxanne wanted to try different forms of care. "Mrs. Cole, please. You've said yourself just how much better you've been sleeping. What makes you think alternative methods would be a success?" Her Doctor asked.
"I don't know Doctor. It's just that, well they aren't doing me any good aside from helping with the insomnia. I still have bad dreams, and although I can't remember much, they still seem to be stressing me out. Isn't there anything you could do?" Roxanne asked hopefully.
The lithe blonde stood up, her 5'8" frame towering over the 5'4" Roxanne. "You remind me of my daughter. Always looking forward. Trying to find something better. My advice Roxanne, learn to live with what you've got. This is the best medication for you. For gods sake, your husband has nothing but great things to say about your new sleeping habits. Think of him. He's a strong, capable man. Don't you want to keep him happy? I'm sure that you remember how much hurt he was in when your condition had him wrapped up in a ball of stress." Roxanne nodded glumly. "I'll expect you to adhere to the prescribed regimen then. I'll increase the dosage for you, maybe that will help with the dreams."
Roxanne left the office feeling worse than ever. It pained her to think of the problems her marriage had faced when she was at her worst. Also painful was the fact that she hadn't gotten around to telling her doctor about he weight gain or her hair falling out. She pulled the hat off of her head and examined the balding patches in the mirror as she sat in her car. 'What am I going to do?' She cried internally.
Dan was especially amorous with her that night. He held her hips as he plunged himself into her. "God Baby! You're so wet tonight. Fuck. It's like a slip and slide. You like me fucking you like this baby? Huh? You like my cock?" Dan groaned out.
Roxanne was always thrilled to see this side of her husband. Especially as it seemed to be tapering off recently. She nodded wordlessly as he slammed into her, trying to ignore her pudgy stomach as it slopped back and forth. "Oh Dan!" She moaned.
"That's right baby. Say my name. Say my... what the fuck is that about?" Dan complained as the doorbell chimed.
Roxanne pulled him in tight with her flabby legs. "Don't you dare! Ignore it! I'm gonna..." she groaned as he pulled out of her.
"Just a sec babe." He whispered as he kissed her forehead. "I'll be right back."
Roxanne held his arm as he slipped from her grasp, ruining her orgasm and the moment entirely. As the minutes ticked by, Roxanne's anger increased. Feeling spiteful, she reached for her pills and swigged them down with water before pulling up the covers and shutting her eyes.
