It had been several weeks since James had come by to build the fence, and we had had our little rendezvous. I had really come to enjoy my new privacy fence; I often wondered what James was up to. My husband and I had talked many times on the phone and on IM since then, A couple times we had naughty phone sex. I really wanted to tell him about my encounter with James, but each time I was about to do so, I hesitated.
Finally, early one morning, I summoned up the nerve to share my secret with him. Well, sort of.
"Hi honey, I was just dreaming. It was a very erotic and realistic dream," I sighed as I lay in bed.
"Oh really? Well tell me more," he insisted.
So I went into details that were not at all fantasy or from my subconscious, but that were vivid memories of an event that was all too real. I told him how it all started, with a casual flashing of my panties, then being caught with the big, black dildo. I retold how we kissed passionately and gave each other amazing oral pleasure. Finally, I recounted how he plunged his massive black cock into my pussy and ravaged me for hours until he came inside me. My hubby kept asking for more details; he was clearly turned on by the whole account that was supposedly a dream.
"Damn, baby, that was one hot dream; you sure you didn't make any of it up? It was so detailed. That was a real turn-on. Did the guy in the dream have a name?" He asked.
I stopped for a moment. Should I tell him? How far should I go with this?
"James was his name, I think," I said as if somewhat unsure.
"I see, so what else happened in your dream," he asked, still obviously aroused.
I told him in more detail some of the events.
"So, that really turns you on, huh?" I asked coyly.
"Oh yeah, you know that is one of my favorite fantasies," he replied.
"So, what would you do if I actually did that," my heart raced as I posed the question.
"You mean if you turned that fantasy into reality," he pondered. "Well it'd be pretty fuckin' hot, but it would certainly change things. The visual I get is so erotic, I would just wonder about the after effects. You know what they say, once you go black..." he chuckled.
"Hmmm, I was just curious what you thought, if you really wanted to go through with it someday or if you were just into the fantasy alone," I reasoned, unsure where this was going.
"Well, if the opportunity ever presents itself, I guess we'll just play it by ear. Still, the fantasy is so arousing, yet the prospect of it suddenly becoming real, maybe on impulse is definitely erotic."
"So what if the opportunity presented itself and it happened so fast that I had to tell you about it after," I asked, really wondering if he would see through the questioning.
"Well, I trust you so much that I also trust you to make the right call in a situation like that. If it were a spontaneous thing like in your dream... I think you'd know what to do and you know I would be ok with it. But you'd have to tell me about it," he added.
So there it was; validation that he would not only be ok with it, but also turned on by it. I felt both a sense of relief and suddenly extremely aroused. We talked a little more, then he had to go.
I immediately began touching myself. I was thinking of James licking my pussy. I was thinking of my husband watching and getting very turned on and stroking himself. It was all too much to contain and I came, very hard and very wet.
I got up and went at the daily morning chores. I kept thinking about our conversation and analyzed what my hubby said and if it represented his true feelings or was just really pillow talk.
Several days went by. Hubby, still affected by the "dream" kept asking if I had had any more. I told him I hadn't had any but I would share them if I had any.
One morning, as I was running on the treadmill, the neighbor's dog started barking and I heard a vehicle coming down the drive. I jumped off the treadmill and went over to the window, it was James' truck. I felt a rush of anxiety as I watched the door open. However, it wasn't James that got out, but a 40ish white man with a clipboard. As he came to the door, I wondered what he could possibly want.
I opened the door before he knocked.
"Hi, you must be Lynn," the man greeted me, "good morning, I hope I'm not bothering you."
"No not at all. What can I do for you," I asked feeling somewhat disappointed but also a little relieved.
Before he could answer, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. It was the passenger door opening. As the man emerged from the truck, my anxiety came back instantly. Here was James, the man who had rocked my world about a month before walking toward me. He looked stunning.
"Well, we're just here to follow-up and check on the fence to look for settling, shifting, etc. He added something about a gift certificate for landscaping, but I was not paying him any attention, as I was focused on the tall black man walking toward me.
"Hi Lynn. Great to see you," he greeted me with a smile and a wink.
"Hi James, how've you been," I replied, feeling flush and a little weak in the knees.
"Hanging in there. We've been very busy. Joe, if you want to check out the fence just go around the side there," James said as he pointed the way to Joe.
