The following story is taken from a dream. I didn't create the story; I merely wrote down what came to me in the night.
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Last night I had the most erotic dream I've had in a long time. My wife and I had a threesome with a another man. Well, really it was more of a teenage boy and it was less of a threesome and more like her making love to the two of us. First separately and then together. He and I never interacted with each other, but for me at least, there was an undeniable thrill in being naked and hard with him as we shared her between us.
As I said, he was very young - probably no more than 19 years old. My wife has always had a thing for younger men. In fairness, in my dream, my wife was young too, probably mid to late twenties and definitely in her prime.
His skin was dark brown, almost black. He was slight of build with a flat stomach and arms and legs that bordered on skinny.
She was kneeling beside him on the sofa completely naked. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and across her firm tanned breasts. Her light brown nipples were exposed and hard. Her hips were full. Her tummy flat. Her pussy a dark hairy patch cut into a perfect triangle. She looked better than I've ever seen her.
I watched as she ran her hands down his chest, cupping his balls, pumping his shaft, polishing its head with her palm. Getting him hard. It didn't take much. It never does at that age.
His cock was bigger than mine, longer and thicker. It wasn't huge, but it looked massive with her delicate white fingers jerking him off. He was circumcised and his bulbous head was glossy with pre-cum. I watched transfixed as she deftly used it to lubricate his thick shaft, moving her hand up and down until it was slick and shiny and sticky wet.
He never once looked my way. His eyes were devouring her body. He was so excited. His hands were shaking and I could practically hear his heart pounding from where I sat. It was the excitement that only a young man can know. The excitement of a virgin getting his first taste of nirvana.
She kissed him. A big open mouth passionate thing that left him squirming and breathless. Then she broke her kiss, bent down and engulfed the top third of his cock with her mouth. His hands flew up on their own accord and hovered just above her head, clearly wanting to push himself deeper, but afraid to move. Afraid to do anything that might shatter the spell.
She looked straight at me as she licked and sucked and kissed his cock with an exuberance she'd never used on mine. Her eyes glistened with excitement. She watched me watching and pleasured us both with her performance.
I floated in a mini ecstasy, waiting to see what would happen next. Part of me wanted him to cum... to see him losing himself to her talented mouth... to see his cum pouring out over her breasts and down her body. But I didn't want it to end. I didn't want the dream to be over. I wanted more. I wanted to see him fuck her. I wanted to fuck her.
As if sensing my thoughts, my dream wife lifted her head from his lap and guided one of his uplifted hands between her legs. In my mind, I could see two long fingers slipping effortlessly inside her. His eyes grew big and he started to say something, but her tongue slid into his mouth. I wondered if he could taste himself on her lips.
Lifting up on her knees for my viewing pleasure, she made a point of spreading her legs wider and slowly, seductively grinding and gyrating her pussy into his hand. There was my wife, wantonly exposing herself as she rhythmically stroked his cock to the same heated beat with which she was humping herself against his invading fingers.
Time slipped gears for a moment. One more kiss, one more wicked smile in my direction, and suddenly she was swinging her leg over his hips and guiding him into the mouth of her pussy. She was wet. I mean really wet. Her inner thighs were drenched from desire.
