With an urgent groan, she pawed at the bed cover, pulling it down off her shoulder, then down further, until she was naked to the waist.

Troubled and frowning, her sleepy eyes still closed as if their lids were pasted down, she shook her head and rolled onto her back. Her lips parted and she exhaled slowly, then inhaled, her breasts rising. He stood and watched, the light seeping through the venetian blinds so faintly the room seemed gray, which made his wife look like she was acting in some old black-and-white porn movie.

She lay topless on the bed, her lips in a frown, as if she was having a bad dream. Actually, she was suffering from the flu, and her fever had not yet broken.

Somehow, seeing her naked when she was unaware was making him horny. He had slept on the couch all night again. They hadn’t had sex in a week. He glanced at his watch. He was going to be late for work. Still, he lingered. There was something sneaky, forbidden and so erotic about spying on an unsuspecting naked woman — even if it was his wife.

Barbara seemed to be struggling to wake up. She moaned and again pawed at the covers, pulled them to the side and, with a low sigh, rolled over on top of them, clutching her pillow. She nuzzled it as she lay there on her stomach, her butt now exposed as she settled into the softness of the bed.

“Damn,” Frank thought to himself, padding a little closer. He unzipped his fly and pulled his half-hard cock into his hand. He could hardly believe his own nastiness. He couldn’t believe that he was jerking off to the sight of his own wife. By the time he got closer to the bed, he was madly pumping away and thinking about what he could do next that would make things even hotter.

He crouched low and ran his hand over her butt. She didn’t wake. She’d probably taken a good dose of that green liquid cold medication with all the alcohol in it, so she was probably zonked out pretty good, he thought. He crept onto the bed, his weight sinking into the mattress. Hell, he deserved this for having another uncomfortable night on the couch.

He squeezed her ass, but still she didn’t wake. He crept onto the bed and got on top of her. He slid his wet cock up and down the crack of her ass. She didn’t stir. He drooled down onto his cock, making things much more slippery. Gradually, he leaned more of his weight on top of her and slid his dick along her butt, with his belly helping to make for a snug fit.

“What is — what’s going on — ohhh — ” Barbara slurred. Her husband was too far gone to back off, too hot and horny. He kept humping her increasingly slick and gooey ass crack. And now that she was awake — and not objecting — Frank switched up his angle and began to hump her pussy. As she got slick and her legs slightly parted, he began to work his wet mushroom cap inside. He drooled right onto the tip of his dick and worked it gently forward, tucking it into the yielding flesh folds. He leaned his body over hers and began to kiss her neck.

She was finding herself not only dazed, but aroused. After the numbness of lying in bed day after day, her head swimming, her body lifeless, he was stoking the one area of her body that always responded. She loved the incredible way that a cock plunging inside her could produce such out-of-body sensations of sensual delight. Sex could always bring her into another world where everything was pleasure and sensation.

Or was it the medication she was on? Frank was fucking her harder and deeper, and her head seemed to be floating higher and higher. Her body was getting hotter, and she was coming to life, as if all the evil humors of the flu were oozing out of her pores and evaporating. He made her whole body rock back and forth, releasing her from the prison of sickness and apathy, her body surrendering. She was burning up with a passion that was impossible to resist.

She was being rocked into a warm, wet dream, not sure where she was anymore. The sun was rising, buttery yellow light splashing against her sticky eyelids, causing her to see phantom shapes of flickering orange fire and glowing swirls, like lava roiling just inside the entrance to a volcano. Every time she felt that cock push deep inside of her, she shut her eyes tighter, and the infinite patterns of orange light she saw in front of her pulsed redder.

She struggled on the tangled, wet sheets, her body shimmering with sweat. Frank eased his cock out and helped her roll onto her back. A troubled look crossed her face, and she pouted, whining in a small voice, “Fuck me. Keep — fucking — me.” She tried to move her weak, heavy legs upward, but she was helpless from the drugs and the flu. Her heart beat harder, her need more urgent, and she begged Frank again to fill her empty hole. She wanted that final bombshell of beautiful orgasmic release to destroy all traces of that deadly, dull purgatory of the flu.

Frank pulled her legs up into his strong arms, then plowed back into her slick and slippery hole. She felt electric jolts shoot up her spine as he pumped her cunt harder and faster, making her heart start to pound. Finally, her hand began to move, trembling and searching until her fingertips were pressed against her engorged clit. She twisted and tweaked it with increasing frenzy, clawing at the wet nubbin until it rewarded her with the vibrations of climax. She couldn’t even speak, so overpowering was the intensity of her climax. Frank eased himself out when she seemed to be on the verge of tears. He moved up on the bed, straddled her waist, and jerked his cock, shooting his come onto her tits.

He spurted heavy gobs on her right boob, then twisted to fire an equal splash of pudding on the other, all within the bull’s-eye of her stiff nipples and areolae. He pulled on his slick shaft, squeezed the head of his dick, and coaxed out a few last drops. He cupped her creamy tits and rubbed his loads into them until they were a sheen of pasty white.

“That’s so good,” she said. “That feels so nice. It’s a balm.”

“It’s a what?”

“I was burning up. It started to feel like I was on fire.”

For a moment, Barbara actually seemed to feel like he was applying soothing cream to treat a burn. She had been transported to some other world. But now she was back on Earth, back on the bed that was suddenly chillingly cool against her skin.

She then sat up in bed, the air fresh on her damp skin before she sank helplessly back onto the mattress. She was motionless for a brief moment, then she smiled, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep once more.

Frank wiped his cock on an edge of the sheet, tucked himself back into his pants, and hurried off to work. When he got home that night, she was still in bed, but reading the newspaper.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“So much better. The only thing — ”

“Yeah?”

“My throat is a little sore, which is how this cold or flu thing started. Just a tickle in my throat. So I guess that’ll fade away, just as it started.”

“I think I know a cure,” Frank said. He began to undress. “You just need something to suck on! You stay there, and I’ll be right back.”

“No! Come on, Frank — ” A few minutes later, Frank was on the bed, and his dick was just inches away from her mouth. He had something in his hand. It was a bottle of cough medicine. He drizzled some of the sticky red syrup onto the head of his cock and down the shaft, and then nudged his dick between her lips. She tasted the sweet cherry flavor and detected a salty edge to it, the pre-come dripping from the tip of his dick.

He pushed his cock halfway into her throat. She gagged at first and drooled a little bit, but obediently began bobbing her head up and down. Her head began to swim. Sliding her mouth along his shaft led her away from her worries, away from all thought, leaving her blissfully sucking. She began to play with her pussy as she sucked, and soon she felt the heat pooling in her chest, reddening her skin, making her nipples ache and throb pleasantly. Her throat no longer hurt; it felt slick and smooth, and the tangy taste of salt signaled that she’d soon be rewarded with loads of gushing semen.

Her eyes glazed over after spending all that time staring at nothing but the pale, smooth flesh of Frank’s abdomen and lower stomach, and eventually her heavy eyelids began to droop. She pulled her mouth off Frank’s cock for a moment, took a deep, gasping breath, and then sucked his stiff pole between her lips once more.

At last, Frank couldn’t hold back any longer, and he held her head motionless in his strong hands and shot his loads quickly into her gasping mouth, coating her throat with his salty slime.

She opened her mouth wider as she worked her fingers down in between her legs, bringing herself to a shattering orgasm that nearly made her fall backward on the bed.

Her lips became slack then, and she opened her eyes briefly, only to have them roll back in her head and make her brain spin. White, wiggling wads of wetness dribbled out of the corners of her mouth, and her breasts rose and fell as she breathed deeply.

She licked her lips, swallowed the last little bits of salty-sweet come, and whispered quietly, “My throat doesn’t feel dry anymore.”

They held each other tight for a long time, and that night, they finally slept together again after spending all those days apart. In the morning, Barbara woke rested and serene, grateful to at last be free of the flu — all thanks to having it burned out of her by the heat of passionate sex.

Frank began to stir, muttered something to himself, let out a wheezing cough, and then sat up.

“Good morning,” he croaked. He grimaced in obvious discomfort. “Throat — sore — ” He shut his eyes and sank back into his pillow.

“I’m sorry, honey, I think now you’ve caught it,” Barbara said. “First you have a sore throat, followed by days where you feel like a zombie. Sorry, dear.” She took off her nightgown. “But maybe — ” She rubbed her pussy and straddled Frank’s face, her ass sinking on top of his swollen eyes, her wet crack on his mouth. “Maybe I have a home remedy — ”