Marlena’s Fantasy – By Strawberry1

“Oh, I don’t know Kate. I’m not feeling much like a night out right now,” Marlena spoke from the sofa, where she lay in a fuzzy purple bathrobe and slippers. Her hair was tossed up in a messy bun, and she donned a pair of tortoise shell glasses. Surrounded by a sea of books, Marlena had effectively turned the townhouse living room into a miniature library.

“Come on, Marlena! Live a little. You know, half the town is starting to think you’re dead. When is the last time you even left the townhouse?!” Kate asked, staring at the array of medical magazines on the coffee table.

“Kate, don’t be silly. You know I-“

“The hospital doesn’t count,” Kate cut Marlena off.

“Look, Kate, I appreciate you coming over here to check on me. I really do. But I assure you, I am fine. It’s just, with John gone, I don’t feel much like going out.”

“Marlena, John has been gone for MONTHS. Life is too short to sit on the sofa all day waiting for him to return. One night, just one night, that’s all I’m asking,” she made her final plea. If Marlena didn’t bite, she would leave. Marlena appeared to be thinking. In some ways, she had to admit, Kate was right. She had become quite reclusive as of late. Would she consider herself depressed? No. But was she a little down? Yes. The townhouse felt so empty without John. At first, she did everything to avoid going home. But Salem is full of places that had so much meaning for them – the pub, the pier. She felt his absence everywhere, and his absence brought pain. And if she was going to feel pain regardless, she wanted to feel it in the privacy of her own home.

“So what is it exactly that we would be doing tonight?” Marlena asked, trying not to sound too interested but this was lost on Kate who beamed from ear to ear.

Kate extended a hand, “Come on, I’ll explain while we get ready.”

In record time, Marlena was dolled up. Her hair fell in loose curls, and she enhanced her usual makeup routine with a red lipstick. She felt rather silly, staring at herself in the mirror in the bathroom. She had tried on nearly 10 dresses, all of which Kate vetoed. “Please let this be the one,” Marlena whispered to herself as she walked back into her bedroom where Kate sat on the edge of the bed. “What about this one?”

“Gee, I’m sorry, Mar. I wasn’t aware we teleported back to the 1800s,” Kate commented snidely. Marlena appeared upset.

“Look, Kate, I am a professional woman. I don’t think I own the kind of outfit you’re looking for,” Marlena explained while unzipping the dress.

“I’m sure you have something in here,” Kate said as she headed toward a second armoire on the the opposite side of the bedroom.

“Uhh, Kate, that’s not-‘” Marlena tried to stop her, but she was too late.

“My my! What do we have here!” Kate squealed with delight as she stared into what appeared to be Marlena’s lingerie closet. “I knew there was no way in the world you were such a prude.” Marlena blushed. “Wow, I am pleasantly surprised. You have some nice taste, Mar,” Kate applauded her, as she sifted through the hangers, admiring all of the French lace.

“It doesn’t matter, Kate. I don’t wear these clothes in public.”

“Well, tonight you do,” Kate retorted, shoving a couple hangers into Marlena’s arms. “I have a leather skirt in my car. I’m sure one of these corsets will match.” And with that, she was gone to grab the skirt, leaving Marlena to get changed for the umpteenth time.

Eventually, Kate returned with a black leather pencil skirt. To Marlena’s dismay, the length was modest and the contour enhanced her natural curves. When she paired it with her black lace corset, she felt surprisingly sexy. She smiled to herself, thinking that John would just about pass out if he saw her in this.

“You look so hot!” Kate exclaimed, admiring the transformation she helped to create. Sometimes she really hated Marlena for her natural beauty. It was really no wonder that John or Roman could ever get over her.

After Marlena put on a pair of earrings and heels, they left the townhouse and Marlena climbed into the passenger seat of Kate’s car. “So, we’re going to the Edge? Is it even open at this hour?”

Kate laughed, “Oh Mar, you kill me. Lighten up a little. It’s only 1 am.”

“You’re lucky I don’t have patients tomorrow or I wouldn’t have agreed to this at all,” Marlena pouted as she sunk into the leather seat. Kate had promised to enlighten her as to what exactly they were doing but she was being elusive. This only served to frustrate Marlena who wished she was back on the sofa with the latest edition of The American Journal of Psychiatry. Kate suddenly pulled the car over. “What are you doing?” Marlena asked, looking out the window.

“Here, take a few of these,” Kate commanded as she leaned over Marlena and opened the glove compartment to reveal an assortment of nips.

“Don’t be silly. I’m not fourteen,” Marlena looked at Kate skeptically.

“Yeah because I’m sure that’s what you were like at fourteen,” Kate laughed imagining a teenage Marlena with glasses and a stethoscope around her neck. “Come on, at least have one,” Kate insisted.

Marlena sunk back into her seat as she took a deep breath. Try as she might, she couldn’t stop the tears that were so desperately trying to escape her eyes.

“Aww, Mar, what is wrong?! This was supposed to be fun. I didn’t mean to push you, I-“

“No, Kate. It’s not you. It’s me… it’s John. I just miss him so,” Marlena spoke quietly, dabbing at her tears so as not to mess up her make up. “He always does this. He leaves,” Marlena confessed sadly, looking down at her hands.

“Tonight is not a night for tears,” Kate spoke confidently. Marlena looked up at her, and found comfort in her eyes which looked genuinely kind in this moment. Ten years ago, she would’ve never dreamed of a day where she and Kate would be going out together to get her mind off John. “Marlena, trust me, if there’s anyone who knows how much John loves you, it’s me. It took me years to accept it. He never stopped loving you, even for a second, when he was with me. And he will come back, and things will be okay between you two. It’s just tough now, because he’s been away for so long. But he will come back, and I will be the most fashionable guest at your wedding,” Kate joked, taking Marlena’s hand. Marlena laughed and wiped away a last stray tear. To Kate’s surprise, Marlena grabbed a fist full of nips and proceeded to down them one by one on the way to the Edge.

Once they arrived, Marlena was surprised to see Maggie was joining them as well. “Heeeeey, Maggie,” Marlena slurred and laughed, clinging onto Kate’s arm for leverage. Kate laughed.

“Marlena’s had a few drinks,” Kate explained to Maggie who needed no explanation at all.

“It’s so nice to see her have some fun again,” Maggie smiled, and held onto Marlena’s other arm, effectively sandwiching her between them as they walked into the club. They had rented the space from Rafe for the occasion.

“Where is everyone?” Marlena asked, looking around at the empty club.

“SURPRISE!” Kate exclaimed. “This is your impromptu bachelorette party.” With the alcohol swimming in her veins, it took all Marlena had to focus on what was happening.

“Bachelorette party? I don’t even have a wedding date yet,” Marlena tried to focus as she gripped onto the sides of her head.

“Yes, well, before John left he explained to me that he didn’t want to spend one more second not being your husband. And there is no doubt in my mind that when he returns, you two will tie the knot. And this time it will be for good. So this is my show of solidarity.” Kate explained as flicked on a light switch which illuminated the bar, equipped with a handsome bartender in a tuxedo.

Marlena stared at Kate and Maggie, stunned. She surely never expected this two hours ago when she was perched on her couch with a bowl of popcorn. Lost for words, she simply pulled them into a warm embrace. “Let’s drink!” Kate cheered as the hug split apart.

For the next hour or so, the hottie bartender regained the women with funny stories, compliments, and a good deal of flirting. Marlena could feel that she was nearing her limit, but it felt so good to finally relax. In the past couple months, she had tried so hard to avoid the townhouse that she had taken on many additional responsibilities at the hospital. She was chair of the psychiatry residency program and began a clinical trial for a new drug. Some days, she arrived at the hospital at 5 am and did not leave until 2 am. When she wasn’t seeing patients, she was on-call. And when she wasn’t on-call, she was asleep. Tonight was a breath of fresh air. And it was the first time in a long time that didn’t feel crushed by the weight of missing John. Instead, she felt optimistic about their future.

“Girls, if you will excuse me, I’m going to head to the ladies room,” Marlena excused herself and went to the bathroom. Speaking of John, Marlena thought to herself, let’s have a little fun. Making sure the door was locked, Marlena took out her phone and opened the camera app. Angling the camera slightly above and away from herself, she took her first “selfie,” making sure her outfit was in the picture. Surprised at how well the picture came out, she quickly found John in her contacts and pressed send. She quickly freshened up and then returned to the main area of the club.

“Here, Mar, I got you another Long Island Iced Tea,” Kate walked the festive drink over to Marlena and sat her down. Maggie joined, sitting on the other side of Marlena. Maggie and Kate exchanged a knowing look, both aware that Marlena needed to be tipsy for what they had in store for next. Marlena continued to sip as she unlocked her phone to check if John received the picture.

– –

John stared out the window of the jet into the dark sky. He was physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted from this last mission. It seemed like from the moment he rescued Marlena from the sick bastard Orpheus, it was one thing after another. He hated that he had to leave for abruptly for Thailand, leaving no time for an adequate goodbye to either of his sons or Marlena. And then, on top of that, the mission was long and grueling. The stress had effectively pulled the color from his hair, leaving it a silvery white. He thought about texting Marlena to let her know he was coming home, but he decided to surprise her. Just as he was about to doze off, he heard his phone ping. A text message from Marlena.

Lots of texts from Marlena had come through since he got on the jet. While he was on the terrain, he had no signal so most of her texts did not come through while he was in Thailand. A barrage of about 100 had been coming in sporadically since he connected to the wi-fi on the jet. This one was different though. It was sent just minutes ago. Let’s see what doc is up to, John thought to himself as he opened the message.

His heart just about stopped when he saw the image that downloaded onto his screen. Was this Marlena? His Marlena?! Of course it was, he could recognize that body anywhere but he just couldn’t believe what she was wearing. And was that a public bathroom?! Suddenly his pants were increasingly tight and he was glad he was only passenger on this plane.

– –

Marlena opened up her messages. The image had sent and John had seen it. He was typing.

John: “Oh my god.” Typing… “Doc?!”

Marlena: “Do you like my new outtif?”

John stared at the typo, and he knew she had to be drinking. Marlena could be somewhat of a… grammar nazi, for lack of a better phrase. He distinctly remembered a specific time when she had enlightened him on just how many different types of commas there are. He smiled, missing her personality and all of it’s quirks. Deciding to play along, John replied.

John: “Yes.” Typing… “Any way I could get another picture?” Typing… “I could use a better look”

Marlena smiled. “Ladies, if you would just excuse me again,” she began to stand up again, intending to head off to the bathroom to take another picture for John.

“Not so fast!” Kate chimed as she grabbed Marlena’s arm. “The bathroom can wait. Besides, the show is about to begin,” Kate chirped.

“The show?!” Marlena asked.

“Just sit down and watch.”

Marlena sat back down, momentarily shoving her phone back into her clutch. Suddenly, three strapping men appeared in construction hats and jeans, shirtless in all of their muscular glory. Music began to play in the background as the men approached their table and began to dance.

Marlena blushed as the men gyrated to the music. Even in her tipsy state, she felt embarrassed and laughed like a nervous school girl. She stared at the men, and marveled at the control they had over their bodies. It awakened a part of her that she been trying to close off during John’s absence. Without a means to contact him, even if it was just a text message, she had basically taken a chastity vow. At times, when she was particularly lonely, or horny, at night she thought about masturbating but it was never as fun without John. Suddenly, something dawned on her: John was answering her text messages! He finally had a signal! Deciding this was an opportunity she did not want to miss, she excused herself again.

“I’ll be right back,” she told Kate who barely noticed as she continued stuffing bills into one of the men’s tool belts.

Finding refuge in the bathroom again, she unlocked her phone screen.

John: “Doc!” Typing… “Hello?”  Typing… “You can’t just leave me hanging like that :(“

Deciding to tease him a little bit more, Marlena pulled her corset down slightly, just enough to reveal a nipple and sent John another steamy picture.

John: “Oh god” Typing… “Damn, doc” Typing… “I want you so fucking bad right now” Typing… “Where are you?!”

Marlena: “The Edge”

John gulped. Marlena was doing this… in PUBLIC?! He didn’t know what was going on, but he was too damn turned on to care. Grabbing a blanket from the cabinet on the jet, he draped it across his lap to hide the obvious erection bulging from his pants. He laughed in spite of himself. The plane was empty. Nonetheless, he felt exposed.

John: “Are you drinking?”

Marlena: “Maybe ;)”

John: “I will take that as a yes”

John smiled. He had asked Kate to make sure Marlena had some fun while he was gone. He could see she was making good on that promise.

Marlena: Typing… “John I have a problem” Typing… “And ur the only man who knows how 2 fix it”

John shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unbuckling his seat belt as a hand slipped into his pants. He squeezed himself, attempting to alleviate some of the pressure.

John: “What can I do for you?”

Marlena: “I want 2 hear ur voice can u talk right now?”

Until she asked, it hadn’t even occurred to him that he could call her and get the chance to hear her sweet voice again for the first time in months. He pressed the call button.

– –

Marlena saw the screen change: Mr. Black is Calling. How she had longed to see those words pop up on her screen for weeks, months. She quickly pressed the green phone, and heard the velvety warmth of his voice: “Doc?”

“John! Oh, John!” She squealed, jumping up and down in her heels in the bathroom.

“What are you up to, baby?” He asked, curious just what had her up at 2 am on week night.

“Kate and Maggie. They threw me a party,” she explained into the phone. He could tell from the quality of the voice that the alcohol was still having an effect on her. Damn it, if she wasn’t cute when she was drunk. “I wish you were here,” she said sadly.

“I know, baby.” He sympathized, tempted to tell her he was on his way home but kept his resolve. “Are you having fun?”

“I guess,” she answered matter-of-factly. “The strippers aren’t as hot as you are,” she blurted out. John felt himself blush. Strippers?!

“Wow, sounds like some kind of party. What’s a pretty girl like you doing hiding out in a bathroom during a party?” He asked, genuinely curious as to what she was doing.

Free of inhibitions, with tequila and rum in her veins, she was unabashedly honest. “I’m going to do something naughty, John.”

John swallowed hard. “And what is that?”

“Well, since you’ve been gone, I’ve just been missing you and sometimes I just want to…” Her voice trailed off, and he could hear shuffling noises.

“Been wanting to what, baby?” John asked, unbuttoning his pants to free his pulsating erection somewhat from the confines of his seat and pants.

“Touch myself,” Marlena answered, and was met with silence on the other end of the line. John felt his eyes roll back involuntarily as he shifted in his seat. “Damn,” he cursed to himself, wishing for some mode of teleportation that would place him in that bathroom with her.

“Do it, baby,” he encouraged, eager to enjoy her completion even if it could only be via phone call.

“It’s not the same without you,” she whined into the phone. John felt a pang in his heart, willing to give almost anything to be with her in this moment.

“I’m here, baby,” he continued to encourage.

“It’s not the same,” she whimpered. It was nearly John’s undoing. Deciding a step by step approach might be more effective, John shifted the conversation slightly.

“What are you doing now baby?” he asked.

“Sitting on the toilet seat.”

“Why don’t you inch your skirt up… for me?” He asked, in a purposefully sweet voice, hoping she would comply. Marlena lifted her skirt.

“Okay,” she answered, signaling her compliance.

“What color undies are you wearing?”

“Not wearing any,” she responded, her voice thick with desire.

John swallowed hard again, struggling not to jack off in the middle of the plane. Aware that he would have to do some work before he got her to actually begin to masturbate, he decided to keep the questions coming.

“Tell me what you did for yourself. While I was away,” he asked.

“I already told you John, I didn’t touch myself. I can’t, not without you,” she continued to speak to him in a whimpery voice.

“Do you want to know what I did?” he changed up his approach, shifting away from questioning her.

“Yes,” Marlena breathed into the phone, imagining his rock hard body, and most importantly his rock hard cock.

“Sometimes, when I would get back from a particularly rough night on the mission, I would go back to my bed and I would start by looking at pictures of you on my phone,” he began and could hear the change in her breathing over the phone. “And then I would get hard, and I would imagine you were here, with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock,” he explained his fantasies to her in detail. “And I would pump myself, thinking of how much I wished I was pumping my dick into your tight, wet cunt.”

“Oh, god,” Marlena moaned into the phone, pinching her nipples as she listened to John describe getting himself off.

“Baby, you don’t even know how good you feel,” John confessed, his breath hot and heavy into the phone. “I’m addicted to you, always have been, always will be.”

“John,” Marlena moaned his name.

“Marlena,” he called her by her given name to garner her attention, her attention was was becoming less and less as the alcohol set in and her horniness increased. “Tell me, what did you think about while I was away?”

“Some nights,” she began, “I would lay in our bed and I would imagine the night you come home, and the way we make love when we haven’t seen in each other in awhile. The way you pin my arms up behind my head,” she moaned as her hand began to slide toward her center, almost as if it had a mind of it’s own. “I love it when you take control of me.” She began to rub. “I love it when you tell me when to cum,” details of her fantasy came pouring out of her as her fingers took over.

“Baby, are you touching yourself now?” John asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it in explicit detail.

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Good girl. That’s it. Rub your clit for me, my obedient girl,” he urged her on, choosing his words carefully. He wouldn’t enslave her. Not now. She was too vulnerable, but he wanted to give her a taste of things to come.

“Oh, John, I’m gonna cum-“ she began to tell him as she rubbed faster.

“You may not cum,” John warned. “Not yet,” he softened, remembering her emotional state. “Finger yourself first,” he instructed.

Marlena began opening herself up, first with one finger and then with two. It was a slow process at first. After all, it had been months since John had been inside her.

“That’s it, atta girl,” John encouraged, stroking himself while he listened to her. “Add another finger,” he commanded, knowing she would only use two on her on.

Obeying John, she stretched herself to accommodate three fingers and thrusted in and out.

“Use your other hand to rub your clit,” he instructed, pumping himself quicker and quicker while he listened to her high pitched, breathy moans on the line. Marlena did as she was told, and was teetering on the edge of orgasm.

“And now, I want you to imagine when I come home because I am going to pin you down and fuck you until you can’t remember your name,” he urged her closer and closer to the edge. “I’m gonna fuck that pussy so good, you won’t be able to get out of bed the next morning,” he continued to turn her on with his words until he could tell she was seconds away from coming.

“Oh, god, John I can’t hold it. I have to- I have to,” she began stammering unintelligible words as she struggled to maintain composure.

“Cum, baby, cum for me. Cum for John,” he finally allowed her to cum and heard a sharp cry through the phone.

“John, John, John, John,” she repeated into the phone as she came down from the high, her pussy still convulsing around the fingers lodged inside her.

In perfect timing, Kate knocked on the bathroom door and Marlena quickly returned to reality. The knocks became more incessant.

“Marlena?! Are you alright?! We didn’t know where you went!” Kate hollered from outside the door.

“Is that Kate?” John asked, recognizing the shrill, slightly annoying voice.

“Yes, I’m just fine… I … uh,” Marlena paused, quickly thinking of a way to excuse her hour long absence, “I wasn’t feeling too good. I had too much to drink. I’ll be out in a moment.”

“Okay, Maggie and I are going to call a cab!” She yelled back to her, and then left the door.

“John, are you still there?” Marlena asked.

“Always,” John answered. Marlena smiled, but then she felt the tears return. The phone conservation became quiet. John could sense something was wrong.

“Doc? Are you okay?” He heard sniffles on the other end of the line, and his heart felt like it was splitting in two.

“I just miss you,” she cried sadly into the phone. Now that the pent up horniness was taken care of, and the alcohol was wearing off, and the headache was starting, the sadness crept back in, as did the reality that John wasn’t actually there with her. He was a million miles away. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this,” she cried.

“I know, baby. It won’t be much longer,” he tried to soothe her. It took everything in him not to tell her he was on his way, but he had a special night planned for them and he didn’t want to spoil it.

“How do you know that?” she asked, in an almost defiant yet heartbreakingly sad and small tone.

“I just do. You’ll have to trust me. Do you trust me?”

“With my whole heart,” she replied, willing herself to believe he would be back in her arms soon.

Incessant knocking again. “Marlena! Cab is here!”

“Well, that’s Kate. I guess I should be going,” she spoke sadly, not wanting to say goodbye or lose the sound of his voice.

“Listen, sweetheart, I want you to go home, take an aspirin, and a tall glass of water and get your sleep. You’ll need it to get rid of this headache. Then I want you to focus on us, on our wedding. Because I will be back soon. I know you’re sad now, but things will be better in the morning. I promise you,” he spoke sincerely into the phone, feeling his own eyes well up. “Can you do that for me?”

Marlena smiled. “Yes. I can do that. I love you.”

“I love you.”

With the click of a button, Marlena and John were back to separate lives. Marlena hopped into a taxi with Maggie and Kate and John got himself off in the tiny closet of a bathroom in the jet, moaning Marlena’s name.

– –

Marlena arrived home safely, and obeyed John’s orders. A tall glass of water and an aspirin. Sure, she was a doctor and could’ve figured that out herself, but it was nice to be the patient once in awhile. Climbing into bed, she grabbed a photo of John off her nightstand clutched it close to her heart as she drifted to sleep.

– –

John took the engagement ring out of his pocket. The pilot spoke over the speaker, “Mr. Black, we will be touching down in Salem in 20 minutes.” John smiled down at the ring, watching it sparkle, and imagining the moment when it would be back on Marlena’s finger, where it has always belonged.