Fucking Dream

THE DREAM FUCK

It was a beautiful June Sunday morning, the sun was streaming in the window, it was already warm, and I had awoke from a Sunday morning erotic dream. In the dream my wife had told me she wanted sex with my business partner. The dream didn't alarm me like I expected it might, rather it put me in an especially frisky mood and I looked over at my sleeping wife.

I watched her as she slept, eager to tell her about my recent dream. We weren't what you'd call an open couple, but we had always been completely honest with one another, so rather than keep it from her, I was eager to tell her about what I had just dreamed, to see her reaction.

"Oh, my," she said when I told her. "Did I like it? Most important, did I love it?"

"You seemed to," I said. "You told me you wanted to do more of it with Jacob," I said.

"Then I must have liked it," she said with a sexy smile. "What would you say?" she asked.

"Say?" I said.

"If I really did?" she said. "If I asked if I could do him?"

"Well, I dreamed it."

"So you must be okay with it," she said.

"I must," I said. "I woke up feeling rather sexy, so I must not have objected. He ever make your panties wet?"

"Only on occasion," she said with a roguish and playful smile.

"Want to play act it?" I said. "You be you and I'll be him."

"Okay," she said. "So the dream turned you on?"

"Wonderfully," I said. "Erotic dreams are such a good way to start the day," I said.

"Especially when they involve you," she said, "and in the dream you liked it." She smiled. "I did too, right?"

"You really wanted him," I said. "You had wet panties."

"Oh, my," she sighed again. "I am liking this dream."

"I think you would like it awake," I said.

"I might," she said with a sigh.

We began to make love and she called me by his name. "Fuck me, Jacob," she said breathlessly.

"You like his dick?"

"I do, yes," she replied with a sigh. "It feels big and hard. Oh, Jacob, fuck me good," she said. "Fuck me with that wonderful spear of yours. Make me come, Jacob," she begged. I fucked her like I never had, emboldened by our role playing. When we finished I held her. "That was great," she said.

"You ever do that?" I asked.

"Fuck Jacob?"

"Have erotic dreams?"

"Sometimes," she said, rolling up on her side to look at me.

"Ever when you're awake?" I asked.

"You mean when I do myself?" she asked.

"Yeah, like when you're alone?"

"Sure," she said, looking at me raised on her elbow.

"Ever with Jacob?"

"Do I bring myself to thoughts of Jacob?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said.

She looked at me for a minute, gauging where I was, how I felt about it at the moment. "Sure," she said.

"So, you want to fuck Jacob?" I asked bluntly.

"In your dreams?"

"In my bed?" I said. "If you could, would you?"

"You mean if it was all right with my husband?" she said.

"If it was," I said. "If I said to go ahead, would you want to?"

"Sure," she said with a smile.

"Then do," I said. "Live out the dream. My dream. Okay? You wouldn't have to play act."

"You want me to fuck Jacob?"

"You did this morning," I said.

"That was roleplaying. Pretending," she said.

"You wouldn't have to pretend," I said. "If you want to, I think you should. It was good enough for a dream. It should be good enough for real life," I said. "You think?"

She began to laugh, an embarrassed, self-conscious, sheepish laugh, as if the idea appealed to her more than she had wanted to admit.

"You have masturbated to thoughts of him?"

Shyly, she nodded.

"Once?" I said.

"More," she said.

"Ten?"

"Many," she said, deciding to be honest. "A lot," she said. "Once a week. At least."

"My god, girl, you've got to fuck this guy," I said. "I'll have no wife of mine having to masturbate to get satisfaction. You have to fuck this man and do it soon," I said.

"Okay," she said with a giggle.

"Then it is settled," I said. "You will fuck him as soon as you can get him in this bed."

"Does it have to be in this one?" she asked.

"No, of course not. It could be in his," I said. "Or on the kitchen counter. Wherever," I said. "It started with a dream. It should end in the real world. We'll make it happen."

"Really?"

"Absolutely," I said, energized by the idea of my wife getting what she wanted.

"You really want it to happen?" she asked.

"I had an erotic dream about it didn't I?" I said. "It put me in a good and sexy mood. "I do," I said. "I want you to have a lusty time with our friend Jacob. I want to see your cheeks flush with excitement because you've well fucked, my dear. It is a dream fuck," I said. "Tell me. What would you want Jacob to do?" I asked, interested beyond my dream.

"Well, give me cowgirl," she said. "Eat my muffin. Fuck me silly. I don't know. All of it," she said. "It was your dream. What would you like to see?"

"It would be dreamy to be able to see it," I said honestly.

After that Sunday morning we talked about how to bring it about. I could see how excited she got talking about it. It pleased me that we could talk so openly. I knew few couple were able to be as honest with one another as we were. I knew it would happen and I looked forward to it.

In a few days I had another erotic dream. Well, it was more like an erotic daydream, because I was awake, just laying in bed thinking about my first dream. I was imagining them in the shower, soaping each other up, feeling the other's body as they soaped. Her hands were working soap all over his very erect penis and his hands lathered her breasts and bottom.

I couldn't wait to tell Claire about my latest dream, although I probably wouldn't tell her I was awake. Being an actual dream just seemed more prurient, more sexually compelling. I had given her permission to sleep with him, although she probably wouldn't do much sleeping. To let her know my subconscious was thinking about them may just jump start the whole thing.

When I told her what I had 'dreamed' she just smiled. "That please you?" I asked.

"I have had the same dream," she said. "Usually ends with him inside of me. Except I am usually awake when I have it."

"Is your finger involved?" I asked.

"How'd you know?"

"Oh, just a lucky guess," I said. "You have any thoughts on how to make this more than a dream?"

"I have been thinking about the direct approach," she said. "Like just asking if he's interested."

"Oh, he'll be interested," I said, "like a dog on a coon hunt. He'll be panting like a stag in heat. The only thing I am really sure of is that he wants you even more than you want him. I think my dream was sparked as much by his gazing at you as if he was inspecting prime beef. He looks at you like a horny sailor on leave."

"Why are you dreaming of me with someone else?"she asked. "What makes that so sexy to you?"

I shrugged and said I wasn't sure. "On Sunday when I woke up after dreaming about you two it put me in the best mood," I said. "It was such a pleasant dream, but I didn't expect it to affect me like that. It was just sexy, like a porn flick," I said. "When we role played after that about you being with him it was incredible. Maybe that was the sexiest thing we've ever done," I said.

Claire agreed that pretending I was Jacob was really sexy, and she said hearing me describe my dream was incredible as well. "If I do get with Jacob, is there any chance you'll want to watch?" she asked.

"I like watching porn," I said, "so it is very possible. Would you ever agreed to that?"

"I didn't think I would," she said, "but now I am not so sure. It does sound kind of exciting to have you watch me)." We decided right then that when she did get with Jacob, and we assumed she would, that she would let me watch.

When I told Jacob about my dream he laughed, thought I was joking. I told him it was no joke. "I told her about the dream," I said. "She liked the idea. Wants to know if you would accommodate her."

"Accommodate?" he said.

"Fuck her," I said coming right to the point.

He looked at me like I said the Pope was a felon. "No shit?" he said.

"No shit," I said. "I tell her everything," I said. "When I told her that she got interested. So would you?"

"Does a bear shit in the woods?" he said. "Your wife is hot. A guy would have to be nuts to turn that down," he said. "I am a lot of things, but I am not that crazy. Of course I would. I understand," he said.

"You do?" I said.

"Sure, you're not the first guy to ask me to fuck his wife."

"Really?" I said, amazed that others had asked for the same thing I had.

"Yeah, remember Moreland?"

"The postman?"

Yeah. Said he was her first. Wanted her to know what other guys were like. She liked it. Fucked her for about a year, until they moved. Think that may have something to do with their moving out of here."

"Others?" I said.

"Jim Barnes, and old Fred. Asked me to fuck their wives for them so they could watch. Fred's wife loved fucking in front of an audience. Jim's wife didn't like it much, said it made her feel like a whore." He laughed. "It wasn't like they was paying me."

"So you would feel like it's strange if I asked you to let me watch?" I said.

"Of course it's strange, but men do strange things," he said. "You want me to fuck Claire, no problem. You want to watch, bring your friends," he said with a smile. "I'd fuck her at Dodger Stadium, in front of a packed house. Just name the time and place."

"I'd want you to treat her right," I said.

"Of course. Claire is a great person, besides being one really foxy lady. I like Claire. It would be my pleasure to help you out in this department," he said.

"So how do you feel about guys asking you to fuck their wives?" I asked.

"It's their business," he said. "As long as they're asking me, why should I care. If they're asking some creep, then that's freaky. I couldn't care less what they do sexually in their marriage. If they want to watch, that is their choice, not mine." He looked at me strangely. "What do you think about guys asking someone to fuck their wife?"

I thought for a minute, then nodded. "Yeah, before now I would have thought it strange," I said. "But you're right. It is no body else's business what we do or don't do in our marriages."

He put his hand on my shoulder and gave me a pat. "So I'll fuck your wife as a favor to you because we are friends. It is dirty work, but somebody has to do it," he said smiling.

We decided on a date, a time, and agreed on some guidelines. We made up a safe word that if she said it things would stop, no hard feelings. He agreed to use a condom, although he made it clear he hated them. We also decided she would do cowgirl, only do oral if she felt right about it at the time. She would make that decision when they were together.

She also said she wanted a little bit of time with just the two of them, before I came in, to get to "know each other" better. When they were ready for me, she would call me on her cell phone.

The day of their encounter, I woke excited and turned on, like I was the morning after my dream. Claire was already up and in the shower when I got up. After she got out of the shower I noticed she had shaved her pubic hair. When I mentioned she said she had to look her best for her date.

Funny, but I had never thought of it as a date, but it surely was, especially for her. It was a date to fuck another man and it was a date we would long remember. I even remember the date I woke up after an erotic dream. June 16, 2023.

Jacob came to the house at 5 that afternoon, and he was amazingly cool and collected. He seemed like what he was doing was the most natural thing in the world. He joked, putting us both at ease and chatted with Claire like he was passing the time at church.

When I got up to leave, Jacob held up his hand, stopping me at the couch. "Claire," he said. "I need to know where you are on this. So, tell me, just how do you feel about this matter? Are you okay with me being here?" He stood up. "Do you want me to stay, or would you rather I leave?"

"Stay," Claire said holding up her hand. We looked over at her and she smiled. "No, I want you to be here with me tonight. I'd like David to be able to watch, and I would like us to go to our bedroom now," she said. "Just us for a while."

I stood and Claire went over to Jacob. "Thank you for asking." She put out her hand and took his, then she turned and led him towards our bedroom.

I thought I was dreaming as I watched them move up the stairs. At the top of the staircase she turned towards me and waved. They closed the door and I waited for her call. After nearly an hour, my phone rang. When I answered it, she told me I could could come up now. As I got to the top of the stairs, the door opened and she stepped out, then motioned with her head for me to follow. She stepped aside and let me into the room. Our chair was by the window and I sat down, crossed my legs and waited.

She was still dressed, so they had just talked. She went to him and without a word he began undressing her. First, he took off her short summer jacket. He then lifted her blouse from her shoulders. Jacob then helped her out of her skirt. She smiled at me as she kicked it to the side. She was enjoying putting on a striptease for me. It was better than my dream.

Jacob began paying tribute to my wife's body with kisses and caresses. I was amazed at how gentle he was, massaging her bottom lovingly, kissing each breast, holding each in his cupped palm, admiring her nakedness like a sculpture, creating loveliness, celebrating it.

He cupped his hand under her mound and slipped a finger into her. She closed her eyes and moaned, savoring the feel of his finger inside of her, reaching deep within her core. She put her hand down to her mound and placed it over his, guiding the tempo of his finger, forcing its depth. He curled the finger up inside her, searching for her G-spot, massaging across her inner softness. Her eyes flew open when he found it and then she dutifully closed them again and enjoyed his finger on her rough patch.

Without removing his finger he helped her stretch out on her back on the bed. Jacob was a consummate lover and I smiled at the pleasure he was giving Claire. Before that moment I had never thought of watching her be fucked, but I was loving it and enjoying it as much as her.

Her labia were swollen and rosy. Her clitoris was engorged and enflamed, and her neck was flush, her cheeks pink, and her breasts soft and flattened against her chest. My wife was in a state of rut and she waited for his cock.

When he moved it to her cleft she arched her back and met him with her groin. The breath went out of her in a long sigh and she savored the feel of him filling her, moving slowly in and out of her wet and willing pussy.

"Oh, yes," she whispered. Her voice hoarse and deep. Watching her have sex was wonderful, even better than I'd imagined. Being able to enjoy it with her without the distractions of my own sensations, moving the focus to her lovely parts, allowing me to concentrate on her pleasure and the sight of her lovely body being penetrated and ravished.

When she came she began to squirt and it shot out of her six or seven inches, landing on the sheets of the bed. For those who say wife watching is perverse, all I can say is just try it. If you can let go of your possessiveness, you may find it can be a way of sharing an aspect of her sexuality you never thought of. You may find it opens doors you didn't know were closed.

After she came and squirted on the bed, he let her recover, then he entered her in one quick motion. Seeing her take an erection into her that pushes open her lovely inflated labia and sinks deep, penetrating her depths with thick and beefy cock that packs her vagina with manhood, can give you a sexual pleasure you've never experienced before. Seeing her open mouth, breathing heavily and pulling her legs up, widening her knees, and pushing her body forward, squeezing her cheeks together and gasping, was the most incredible sight I think I had ever seen.

When she'd been fucked to the door to a climax, she clenched her fists and bit down on her lower lip with her top teeth. Her orgasm roared up through her like a wave against the rocks. "Oh, God," she yelled. "Baby, I am coming. Yes, yes, yes. Oh fuck me hard. Please make me come." She came again and trembled with the intensity of her climax.

I watched fascinated and involved, pleased and gleeful she had had such a wonderful fuck. She opened her eyes and looked at me, satisfied and spent, relaxed and content. She melted into the bed and flattened like a rag on the sidewalk, and she smiled comfortably, blowing a tired kiss in my direction.

I got up and left the room. In two hours she came down the stairs wearing only a man's dress shirt open in the from, her breasts only partially hidden by each side of the unbuttoned shirt. It was my shirt from my closet. She walked on bare feet into the kitchen and kissed me and put her arm around my shoulders.

"Have a nice time?" I asked.

"Dreamy," she said, hugging me close. "You like the show?"

"I loved it," I said, kissing her cheek. "I could watch you fuck any day, any place, for any length of time. You took my breath away," I said.

"You would like to see it again?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah," I said with enthusiasm.

Jacob came down the stairs, fully dressed, kissed her, said goodbye to me, told her he would be available anytime she wanted. She smiled, blew him a kiss as he left.

"As good as your dream?" she asked.

"Better," I said. "Way better. It was the best thing I have ever seen awake or asleep. You do it for me again?"

"Oh, yes. Anytime, baby, anytime," she said with a sly smile.