It was just last night that I woke up from a terrifying nightmare. I don't exactly remember what exactly I dreamt up, but it definitely wasn't pleasant. I sat up in bed, feeling the sweat on my naked form under the sheets. My wife, Jessica, was peacefully asleep next to me. Her long, black hair cascaded down onto the sheets as her ample, D-cup chest rose and fell with each tranquil breath. She was rather fit, and the mattress contoured to her athletic build. I looked around the dark room of the apartment that we called our home. My mind was reeling, and all I could see were flashes and images of the nightmare in every dark corner and crevice. I felt like a child again, afraid of the monsters that like to lurk in the shadows. I must have been breathing rather hard, because Jessica stirred after a minute or so. She groaned softly before turning to face me. "Mmm... what's wrong, babe? You look... really scared." I turned to look back at her, and our gazes met. Being a man, my pride wouldn't allow me to tell her the truth at first, but then my fears kicked in again and I reluctantly replied, "Yeah... I am..." Jessica gently reached out and pulled me down to eye level with her. We were both positioned on our sides now, facing each other, as my wife slowly looked me up and down with calculating concern written on her face, a trait acquired from her career as a biologist. She sighed and asked me in a rather curious voice, "Did you have a nightmare, baby?" I nodded again, my fears erasing every trace of masculinity I once had. Something in me wanted nothing but comfort and reassurance, and it was dying to receive it. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around Jessica's waist, burying my face in her cushion of a chest. Her mounds were like soft pillars of safety, and I found myself subconsciously nestling deeper into them. Jessica gasped softly when I did this, but didn't resist. She slowly wrapped her arms around me and stroked my hair. "Nightmares cause the amygdala to become extremely sensitive. Your intense emotions can be attributed to that." I smiled softly to myself. Jessica has a very unique way of offering reassurance and comfort, and it is by giving me scientific facts from her vast knowledge of biology. I'm gonna be completely honest: I haven't met anyone else who does anything quite like this. As Jessica continued to caress my hair and impart her sweet knowledge onto my ailing mind, an idea came to her. She whispered a proposal to me. "Honey, let's have sex. The process will release endorphins into your brain and make you feel much better." I considered what she said, and I realized that she had a point. Besides, due to how busy we both were, we never had any quality time for each other. I nodded silently at her suggestion, and she slowly reached a hand under the sheets and stroked my dick. As if desperate for the touch, it responded immediately, leaping upwards and becoming fully erect in a matter of mere seconds. Not surprised by this in the slightest, Jessica continued to work me, stroking my enlarged member a few more times before guiding it towards her wet and slick entrance. I didn't resist as she impaled herself on me and turned over, now sitting upright on my body and riding me cowgirl style. I watched, mesmerized, as my wife's perfect body rose up and down on my desperate cock, milking it for all it was worth. Jessica looked down at herself as well, seemingly calculating every rise of her hips in her ever-working mind. "Do you enjoy this, babe?" She asked me as she continued to ride. I nodded immediately, lost for words but feeling fulfilled by her closeness. After acknowledging my nods, she continued to lecture me as she rode. "You know, the head of the penis is said to be filled with many nerve endings. I wouldn't be surprised if you were experiencing an intense reaction to my touch." After a few minutes of this carefully planned intimacy, I felt a surge of heat rise in my body before... GLUG, GLUG, GLUG... I started to come, shooting my seed deep inside of her womb with such force that I felt dizzy. She continued to ride me, my sensitive head going ballistic as it continued to unload its contents over and over again. And sure enough, the resulting rush of endorphins soothed my troubled senses. I couldn't help but gaze up at the woman that was so wonderfully taking care of me. My heart fluttered and I felt an intense amount of love and admiration for this gorgeous nerd that I was so lucky to have in my life. After our moment ended, Jessica calmly and elegantly rolled over on her side, facing me again. I couldn't help but bury my face in her breasts once more and wrap her in the tightest hug I could have provided in my weak state. Of course, she responded by hugging back. "I take it the endorphins worked? You seem much less stressed now." She asked me, her voice still a low whisper. "You know, it is said that the endorphins you experience contribute not only to your current mood, but also to brain health, memory, cognitive functionality..." I wasn't even listening to her anymore. Just being surrounded by her comforting warmth was enough to bring me to a state of euphoria. My mind was filled with nothing but love for my wife, and I looked up at her like an expectant puppy. When Jessica returned my gaze, it was like something clicked inside of her. She stopped talking, wrapped her legs around me, and pulled me close. Our bodies melded as she rested her own chin on my head, inhaling the scent of my hair. For the first time since our interaction, she smiled. Feeling safe, happy, and secure, I fell asleep in Jessica's arms.

Writer's Note: While this isn't the first piece of this sort that I have written, it is the first I have posted publicly. I'm definitely still a newbie writer, so please feel free to share any feedback or suggestions! I appreciate them immensely! ^{^}