Michelle White roughly jerks in her bed as her dream jars her from a sound sleep. The thirty-seven-year-old mother of two scans the room frantically as she tried to assess what has actually happened. The auburn-haired wife smiles as she looks over to see her husband of more than a decade sound asleep next to her undisturbed by her sudden movements. Michelle stares at her husband Jason as he sleeps, she knows where he was when she went to bed alone, but she did not mind. The loving wife knew her husband enjoyed fetishes and desires that were more on the wild side than what she did, so the fact he indulged in those online in his home office never phases her.
She did, however, always feel a degree of guilt, though; Jason was everything to their family. Husband, father, coach, and provider, he does it all, and he did it selflessly to make Michelle and their two children happy. The guilt, though, stems from her turning down Jason whenever he asked for something that was in Michelle's mind too kinky or wild. The housewife wanted to give in to Jason, she wants to do the things she knows her husband craves and never openly complained about not getting, but something mentally has been holding her back from it for years. She smiles as she leans over and kisses her husband on the forehead before exiting the bed.
The blue-eyed auburn-haired wife wonders briefly, about what her husband is dreaming of before she sneaks away, concerned more about her own feelings at the current moment. Michelle's childhood saw her raised quite conservatively, and in turn, she became mostly what people would call vanilla in her sexual life. The dreams though have developed into something more intense the feelings inside her at times burn like a wildfire; she is not sure what is happening to her. Michelle likes and fears the new emotions that rip through her; she can feel the familiar dampness in her sensible white cotton panties. The dreams have done it to her again "what the fuck!" the wife and mother scream's out in her head as her hand finds its way to her soaking wet crotch. The sexually charged wife looks back at her husband, snoozing away and contemplates waking him, but instead opts to quietly exit the bedroom and enter the master bathroom.
The intense sexual dreaming a recently new development started only a few months prior but is already overtaking the mother's life. The frequency and intensity have only grown since the first occurrence a short time prior. Michelle herself still feels unsure of what the classification of them should be. They initially were just sexual dreams, nothing too intense, but they had turned to more as of late now waking her at all hours like the one that has her awake now at three o'clock in the morning. The dreams are not the only thing causing a disturbance in the frazzled wife; she now has become prone to zoning out at any moment with lewd fantasies and imagery clouding her mind without warning. The dreams and fantasies are something she has been doing well to hide for now. However, with each instance of them, the urge to succumb to them has grown harder to resist.
A secretive trip to a therapist for help yielded few results as after a few sessions on the couch with the doctor, nothing had changed or showed signs of improving. The doctor speculated that Michelle had been repressing things for so long that something had finally broken a mental wall she had formed against the urges her mother and father taught were improper. Michelle could only pinpoint one thing that the changes coincided with the one and only fight her and Jason had over sex. She turned him down a few days before all the dreaming and fantasizing began, and it upset him. He actually fought with her over it, shocking Michelle as Jason never previously done that before. The upset husband made valid arguments and points about how their sex life was dull and falling apart and how he loved Michelle so much, but he needed more than a birthday blowjob and regularly scheduled routine sex. Michelle knew Jason was not wrong in his requests, and after that night, the feeling of deep-rooted guilt set heavily on the woman's mind as she drifted off to sleep, seemingly starting a change inside her. She soon ended the therapy sessions, though, as this was the only breakthrough she could muster and found hiding the trips increasingly tricky.
Michelle slowly pushes the bathroom door shut before clicking on the light switch; she leans against the cool wooden door as she lets out a long sigh. "I thought only teenage boys had wet dreams." She huffs as she looks at herself in the mirror. The sexually charged woman slowly slides her soiled panties off as she gazes into the full-length mirror. She stares at herself, her pale blue eyes almost a shade of gray as they trace her now fully nude body. Michelle smiles as she is pleased with her body as she tilts her head side to side. "I could maybe lose a few more pounds, but I got nice curves none the less. The boobs are still nice, and the butt still firm but round." She speaks quietly to herself as her well-manicured fingers trace her features as she talks about them. "Maybe a little more around my tummy would be good, though, and maybe if I darkened up this tan a little too."
The large whirlpool tub always echoed in the bathroom. Still, luckily, it never seems to make enough noise to bother anyone in the master bedroom as Michelle lowers herself into the hot bubbly water. The smell of her bath bomb sends a wave of relaxation through the extraordinarily tense wife as she closes her eyes and lays her head back on her bath pillow. The visions from her dream immediately flooding back into her head as her hands roam down her curvaceous frame.
Michelle can see in vivid detail the hypothetical situation that is the cause of her awakening. She can see Jason, her loving, caring husband with their recently divorced neighbor Kayla. He is pinning her to the bed, his long thick cock penetrating her violently as the sound of their bodies crashing together echoes in the small unfamiliar bedroom. Michelle moans softly as her fingers enter her ravenous vagina, the fantasy of watching her husband with another woman fueling her masturbation. Jason rolls the harlot over and slaps her tan ass forcefully, sending painful waves of pleasure throughout her body as he spears her with his entire length. The salacious woman struggles woefully to maintain her position on her hands and knees as the powerful thrusts make her body nearly collapse. Michelle sits quietly in the corner, watching as her husband destroys their marital vows in front of her. She feels worthless, helpless, and dirty and, at the same time, loves it all.
Michelle bites her bottom lip gently as her fingers violating her bring her to another orgasm. The lewd wife opens her eyes wide as she pulls her fingers from her quivering vagina. "What the fuck am I doing?" she questions herself aloud in the empty bathroom. "I shouldn't like that, should I?" The urge for something more than her usual vanilla sexual lifestyle had recently begun to take over the ordinarily conservative housewife's thoughts and feelings.
"Babe, you okay?" A voice from the other side of the bathroom door questions.
"uh...yeah just was feeling sore, so I took a bath." Michelle stammers as an uncontrollable feeling of nervousness washes over her soaking wet body. She knew Jason did not know anything about what she had been doing or dreaming of, but that did not make the loving wife feel any less perverse or nervous about the situation feeling as though she was caught in the act.
"Okay, just checking on you love you, babe," Jason says as he speaks to his wife through the white door that separates the master bedroom from the bathroom.
The day progresses somewhat typically for Michelle after she exited the bath. Due to the timing of her unexpected wake-up call, the mother of two had more than enough time to prepare breakfast for her family. Eighteen-year-old Gwen, the youngest child, is the first to discover the unexpected surprise when she awakes from her slumber to the smell of bacon.
"Hey, good morning, mom!" Gwen gleefully greets her mother as she enters the family kitchen with her friend Alexis in tow.
"Hey girls I hope you're hungry, my lack of sleep equals actual breakfast." Michelle laughs as she holds her arms out to present a table full of food like she a spokesmodel on a game show offering a prize.
"Wow, mom, thanks," Gwen says as she peers at the table covered with food. She motions for her friend to have a seat with her at the table.
"Yeah, Mrs. White, it looks delicious." Alexis nods in agreement with her longtime friend as she moves towards the table.
Michelle can feel the tingling between her legs as she eyes the eighteen-year-old Alexis up and down. The mixed-race young woman has her black hair in tight braids her body toned and firm from her time on the high school basketball team. The libidinous mother has never even thought of herself as a bisexual, but here she is, leering at the well-endowed chest of her daughter's best friend. "I wonder what it would be like to suck those large breasts?" Michelle thinks in her head as the tiny material the girl's shirt consists of barely hides anything from the imagination.
"Mom, you okay?"
"Yeah sweetie I'm sorry just was thinking is all, enjoy your breakfast." Michelle can feel her body shaking as she spoke. "No, I am not okay; I am far from fucking okay!" She screams out in her head as her eyes shift from the soft caramel skin of Alexis to the body of her own eighteen-year-old daughter. Gwen also reaping the benefits of athletics being on the cheer squad and playing sports for all four years of high school while also developing more than an ample pair of firm perky breasts too. As illicit thoughts of her own daughter start to creep into the mother's head, Michelle's near dream-like state broken by the thunderous sound of Ryan coming down the steps.
Nineteen-year-old Ryan White does little to nothing quietly as he thunders his way into the kitchen. The young man's size, twelve feet echoing off the hardwood floor as he enters the room. "Hey, ma!" He says as he greets his mother before heading straight to the table.
