He woke all of a sudden, he was sweating from head to toe and had an erection that would rival a steel beam. He had not dreamed in ages, but every night since he fucked Jennifer he had been having these vivid dreams. The dream was reliving that fateful first fuck and all its details. At the end of it though he would look in the corner of the room and there sat his wife Cleo. She was watching at first with hurt, but despite the hurt he kept fucking Jennifer. Then the look changed to that of intrigue. By the time his wife in the dream was about to get into it he had just busted a nut in the dream. He knew the dream was half fantasy and half out of knowledge that he had done wrong. For it to be so wrong though, it had felt so good.
The first time had been passion filled and not very well thought through. He knew this as he had plenty of time to think about it. He knew next time would be different. He also knew next time should not be in his vocabulary. All this was flashing through his mind as he stood in the bathroom stroking his dick. He had a picture pulled up of Jennifer, one she had sent to him showing her amazing tits and a heart over her pussy. He bit his lip as he needed to scream out in passion. He let loose of his orgasm and shot hot cum into his toilet paper lined hand.
First thing in the morning, Seamus messaged Jennifer. He told her of the dream and the explosive finish it had. He asked her when they could be together again, Jennifer did not give an instant answer and Seamus' mind started racing. Had it all been ruined? The next message put his mind at ease though. Jennifer said she was free this Monday. Monday was a good day as Seamus' kids were with his mother and his wife would be at work. It was agreed that Jennifer would come to his house.