Frequently, you and I have had discussions about seeing each other in our dreams. Dreams of eroticism and debauchery. Fantasies of torrid affairs with perfect strangers. It makes our sex life more exciting at times. Agreeing to keep such fantasies unrealized. Always unable to partake, I am a voyeur. Being, not feeling. A helpless spectator.
People and places are always vague and obscure. Cloudy. Shrouded in darkness and shadows.
However, I love seeing you in my dreams, even when you're not with me. I know it is you. Your innocent beauty is unmistakable. You can't disguise your beautiful, golden hair, gorgeous face and long, slender body. Your soft, fair skin and sweet, succulent lips. You are so sexy.
I dreamed of you at home. I was done work early one Friday morning, your only day off. I wanted to rush home to surprise you. Carefully, not to spook you I gave a loud, falsetto shout, 'Halloo!!' as I thumped up the stairs. It was dark. You had the blinds down and the curtains drawn.
I turned the corner to join you in our bed, but as usual you weren't alone. I can't distinguish your stranger's face. It's hard to tell who he is, but I can see he's young and virile. The way I know you like them. Early twenties. More than ten years your junior. One thing for sure, he is your lover. He could be anyone you want him to be.
His face is between your ivory white thighs. He's working you.
You and I both stare at each other for a time. My jaw dropped wide.
Your fingers were running through the boy's dark hair on one hand and chinking out a cigarette in the ash tray with the other hand.
You weren't surprised to see me. 'Hi ya.' you said seemingly unaffected by mine or this stranger's presence.
Suspended on the threshold of our bedroom. I couldn't move. Couldn't bring myself to speak. It was horrifying. I was furious to say the least. Nymph! Cheater! Fucker! Murder! Death! Kill! Lousy infidel! Minx! Unfaithful!! All these thoughts running through my head not a sound uttered from my lips.
Finally you broke the silence, smiled modestly and said. 'I love you Louie!! Are you sure you wanna see this?'
"No. Stop now!!" is what I thought. I wanted to run. I was hurt but I couldn't show you my pain. So I stood silent and shocked.
'O.K. Then' you said with a hint of uncertainty 'I really hope you're ready for this.'
You're hungry. Determined. You want him badly and it in turn makes me want you more. I can almost hear you panting in my mind. Your breath heavy and ragged. Or was it my breath??
Gently you help the youngster laying him on his back and continuously kissing his nipples. Your hand fondles his penis. The boys face is hidden by your ass and thighs lying along side of him and keeping his identity from me. I'm not concerned. He obviously is familiar to you. I'm more interested in watching you perform.
Still unable to move or speak, I have no choice but to sit and observe. I've decided I want to watch this boy fuck you stupid. You deserve it, whore. I'll let him abuse you in my place. I'm torn between jealousy and curiosity.
By now you've made your way to a crouching position between his legs. The boy lies motionless. Fast asleep. Almost morbid. Are you mine or his succubus? A dream within a dream.
With your hands still locked firmly around his cock, you began sucking the head. The tip is purple and fat. You can barely wrap both hands around the shaft, let alone fit his knob in your mouth. Somehow you manage. Softly sucking and drooling in his lap. Your lips full and pursed. Little by little, you lower your hands. Removing your fingers one by one as your tongue submerges to the base of his shaft. Then you raise your head. Go down and bring yourself up again and again. Leaving behind a soft puddle dribbling and slurping it up over and over.
Now the lad is balls deep in your mouth. You only pause momentarily to come up for air now and then. A long string of cock snot dangles between his dick head and your lips and you sip it back. As your hand vigorously pulls on his member, spit and juice sprays and splashes everywhere. His dick is enormous and fat. With thick, course veins running up and around. Throbbing and pumping, I can almost see the blood flowing.
Stroking his cock hard and fast, your haunting voice speaks in tongues, whispering things like, "You have such a beautiful prick." and "You're so delicious." or "I love sucking your big, hard cock." 'I want to taste your cum. Cum for me. Cum in my mouth.'
With your lips snug around the head you exchange hands yanking his unit. You squeeze and twist his cock and balls with both hands like you're wringing them out. Churning. Making heavy gulping sounds, you swallow the stranger's steaming, hot cum, not spilling a single drop. Even licking him clean after. Lapping it up.
