I kept having this particular dream. It always started with me flying down through the clouds, peaceful but strange. In the weird distortion that dreams have, my view would change and it was no longer me but I was an omniscient observer of a beautiful woman dressed in a flowing white dress as she fell. She would tumble, turn, and her dress would sometimes fly up around her from the wind and expose her completely bare body. A stunning display of dark flowing hair and an the even more stunning skin of her amazing ass.
The dream would end with me firmly on the ground watching as this woman fall towards me. In my dream, I wanted her--wanted to catch her and have my way with her. She was beautiful and somehow familiar. I would stretch out my arms to catch her, the only problem is a person does not float out the sky; she was at terminal velocity and I would always wake up right when my elbows snapped from trying to catch her.
I found myself wondering if it was less an anxiety dream like I had always chalked it up to be; or really some sort of sixth-sense that something was really wrong.
A cough brought me back into the moment.
I looked across the table I was using as a desk at the woman staring back at me. This woman had an unconventional sexuality to her. When she had walked in to my office, she had turned to shut the door and I had looked up to see her curvy form. She was dressed in a skirt that was form-fitting and came to about mid-thigh. The fabric was bunched up like it wasn't meant to be that tight and might have been a size too small; which gave it a teasing sort of appearance. Her brown hair was pulled up into a clip and she had bangs that cut right across her brow, giving a rather severe impression.
She was now returning my gaze, not a hint of respect that I normally get from students that make appointments with me. I had been acting department chair since the short winter session between semesters. The previous department chair had left unexpectedly and I had been tapped as next-in-line. There was likely to be a formal appointment for next year but the dean had been caught flat-footed and needed to go through the motions.
Regardless, I moved into the chair's office and the previous occupant had gifted me a massive table she had been building in her spare time. It had a rough-hewn spiral pedestal that I think she carved with a chainsaw. The top was made from a few different types of wood in alternating strips and remained unfinished. Left behind were two small cans of varnish and a sanding block with little numbered stickies indicating the order I was to finish it with. "Don't spill anything on it til you're done," it read, "it will stain." I had thought I would deal with it when the appointment became final, maybe take it home and use it for a dining table. For now, it divided the office.
Between this woman on the other side of the table and me sat her mobile phone, neatly positioned in the middle of the big surface. Small by comparison but certainly a presence that filled the space.
"What was your name again?"
She grinned. "Thumper."
My eyes fluttered, ordinarily that would be a funny parody of the moment. Like of course the person playing the villainess had an assumed name that could be both in a children's movie and an assassin movie at the same time.
"Would you like me to continue the video? The next part is pretty good," she said with her mouth curling in an oddly sexy sneer.
The video was one I hadn't known existed before. But I had relived that moment depicted in it, over and over. I wasn't proud of myself at all. Time had begun to distance me from it to the point I began to believe it to be in the past. But here it was. And it was worse than I could have dreamed of.
Last summer, we had hired a house sitter who had been a very alluring grad student. And in the course of twenty-four hours, I had discovered a new fetish to sniff her panties, coaxed this woman to mutually masturbate with me, and then given in to my desires and fucked repeatedly the rest of the night. The video, apparently had been from Natalie's phone that she had propped up on the kitchen counter? Like she had planned to capture it all? This was the part I was struggling the most with. How had this happened?
At first you can see her talking to me off camera as I had been caught by her in a compromising state in my kitchen and as she proceeded to reveal her fantasy of me. Then you could hear me as I encouraged her to touch herself for me while I watched. As if this was some sort of safe middle ground of indulge-ment that wasn't just straight up adultery. In the frame of the video she moves away, and you can see the back of my head as we sat down in the seating past the dining area. The video showing her as she stripped and tossed her dark hair before sitting down below the frame.
Fuck she was sexy, like highly-produced-movie sexy. My cocked twitched at the memory, much to my chagrin.
You could hear us mumbling, the conversation not well captured at first but I could remember it word for word. Then there was some moaning getting louder as we both touched ourselves for each other. Finally you could see me stand up, step towards her, and then disappear out of the frame as I gave in to temptation. The audio easily caught her squealing in delight as I entered into her dripping pussy and fucked her without restraint.
This video must have been edited since it appeared to be just the highlights. I remembered we had just cuddled for some time after we that. But the video picks back up later on when you could hear her mischievously getting me going again, licking and kissing my cock back to hardness before expertly sucking me down her throat as I cried out in pleasure, releasing more cum into her body.
The final scene where Thumper (still struggling with that name) had stopped the video, was us in the early morning light in the kitchen. I had bent Natalie over the counter. What killed me when watching, was she was staring right into the camera the entire time. The look on her face as I rammed into her from behind was a bit terrifying. It was a mix of pleasure but also this devilish grin as if she fully knew what she was doing to me--not just to my cock but capturing me on video for some later horrible plan.
Also, seeing oneself as they fuck was a new one to me. Similar to when you hear your voice on a recording for the first time. Familiar yet totally not what you expect when the sound waves aren't coming through your own body. I looked ridiculous.
Thumper had paused it right before I had orgasmed the third time. I could see this was by design. Natalie had a dirty mouth. She had been talking the entire time about how good my cock felt and asking me how good her pussy was. In the moment, it was fun, my wife wasn't a talker like that nor anyone I had been with prior. But I knew what I said back to her and I was ashamed. She had started to both ask--and--declare she was the best fuck ever. And I had said in the moment that the video was paused before, "this is the best pussy I've ever had!" Right as I came.
Not sure why that felt like the ultimate betrayal to my marriage but it did. Acts of physical adultery could be apologized for--maybe--but this felt between the ears and somehow worse.
"So what now?" I asked. "Like why show this to me? How did you even get this? I have no idea who the fuck you are." I was totally dreading the answer. Was this blackmail? Extortion? Despite working in a university setting for my entire adult life, I realized I didn't know if there was daylight between those two words.
