A Dream

This story is dedicated to Stef_62 and John her husband. They are a couple who listened when it is needed, shares more than most and to djyak, who appears with her permission. I hope they like it as much I loved writing it.

All the usual disclaimers apply....

It was happening, the moment had arrived. We had agreed on the details and now all that remained was to experience.

The place was just another motel room, you could find similar ones just off any highway or interstate across the world.

The plan was simple but detailed in execution. You were already waiting, still fully dressed, sitting in the worn out chair by the window. The curtains are closed. Your anticipation rises as the moment approaches. The cheap throw away cell phone, that had been handed to you with the room key, sitting on the small table beside you.

You wait, wondering if you could go through with this. Wondering if the reality would match the fantasy. But even as your thoughts stray to uncertainty the phone gives its soft trill indicating a text message.

You know you are safe, your husband waits in the room next to yours. Your protection against the unthinkable.

You jerk, the sound bringing your mind back to present and the plan.

The message is simple. I am here, is all it says.

Picking up the only other item on the small table you place the blindfold carefully over your eyes and the room plunges into darkness.

The moment has arrived....

Even as your mind adjusts to the darkness, your ears pick up the sound of soft footsteps approaching. You strain to hear more, your body tense in anticipation.

You feel a light breath on your cheek, the sound of breathing sending a tingle along your spine.

"Stand." the tone is gentle as you feel a hand touching your elbow.

Your body responds with a pleasurable shudder as you rise from the chair. The hand leaves you, standing alone in the darkness, it lets your mind run ahead of itself.

Suddenly a finger tip traces the shape of your lips, causing them to part slightly as you draw in a sharp breath. A moment more and you open your mouth attempting to catch the finger. But it is gone before you mouth can close around it.

The touch returns, this time stroking a line down your neck to the cleavage revealed by your blouse. You wait as it moves over the slope of your breasts as they are pushed together by the bra you had chosen especially for this occasion.

Your nipples tingle as the finger moves down, you feel a button pop open and then another. Slowly the blouse is undone, eventually hanging open revealing the front fastening clasp of your bra as you are left to the darkness once more.

Your breath quickens as you sense him looking at you. Your heart beats a little bit faster as you feel his eyes taking in the sight of you. You imagine what you must look like standing blindfolded in a motel room, your blouse hanging open, your lips parted as you draw in air.

You sense him behind you, you feel the touch of his hands as he slides the blouse from your shoulders, letting it fall down you arms to lay on the floor in a discarded heap.

His fingers travel the length of your backbone, sending a surge of sensations that seem to travel straight to the center of your womanhood. The hand follows as he moves around to stand in front of you. Moves upwards and is joined by its partner as in unison the stroke the flesh still encased by your bra. Cupping the lace covered mounds gently. Squeezing the nipples lightly. Instinctively you lean forward as your own hands come up to cover his and press them into your yearning flesh.

Even as yo revel in the sensations you realize that his thumbs have unhooked your bra. Your hands remain gripping his, holding your bra in place for a moment longer. Then his hands slide from under yours taking the flimsy lace material with them. Now only your hands remain covering your breasts, hiding your nipples from his gaze.

Hesitantly you drop your hands and hear a gasp.

The problem is that the gasp did not come from in front of you. Your hands move up towards the blindfold but his hands stop you.

"Wait." the voice is a whisper in your ear.

You take a deep breath and let your arms fall to your sides once more. Feeling the moment of panic pass. You have trusted him so far, you decide to trust him now.

It is your turn to gasp as you feel a hand grasp your breast, a thumb brush over your nipple. The touch sends a surge of pleasure straight to your core. A finger joins the thumb to pinch the nipple so lightly you barely notice the pressure. Your body, however, reacts forcing you to draw in your breath sharply.

A second hand moves over your other breast, mimicking the actions of the first. You can only breath as waves of pleasure overtake your mind racing each other to be the touch that brings you closer to that moment of total immersion in pleasure.

Your arms move up feeling their way to his shoulders, you need the extra support as your legs grow weaker. You feel him lean down and his tongue joins in the dance of touch as it flicks over first one nipple then the other. Licking and nipping each in turn, not concentrating on either but sharing attention equally.

As his mouth now works it magic on your breasts, your body moves of its own accord, pushing forward, swaying sideways, a slow dance of seeking. You moan as your excitement grows already approaching your first orgasm. Your fingers dig in to the cloth covered flesh of his shoulders as it hits you. Not an earth shattering orgasm, merely a warning of what is to come.

Unnoticed in the moment, his hands have moved down, over your waist, even as your mind recovers from the first onslaught of sexual excitement you feel your skirt fall softly over your legs to lay bunched around your feet. Now all that remains between you and his devouring eyes are your juice soaked panties.

Your hands lower as he kneels in front of you. You know he is staring at the center of your womanhood, you know he is breathing in the scent of your excitement. His hands hold your hips steady as he takes in the sight of your trembling legs. You hear his breath increase as his hands slowly pull down the last obstacle to his gaze.

Slowly the cloth moves down over your thighs rolling up into a thin line as they snag slightly on your knees, Caressing your calves befoe bunching around your ankles. He lifts each foot with a gentle pressure, Pushes the discarded clothes away and stands to take in the full sight of your nakedness.

"Beautiful." Again the single word is barely above a whisper, the sound sending a renewed sense of excitement through you. Your body feels on fire, you feel him moving towards you once more, you feel his hands grasp your breasts once more. You feel, as his fingers knead the flesh, as his mouth sucks in the nipple. Slowly you feel your body react in the only way possible. You orgasm for a second time.

This time as your legs grow weak you feel him move down, kissing a trail towards your hips. Then you feel something you did not expect to feel. A second set of hands move around from behind you to cup your breasts. Your own hands move up to cover your exposure, you had expected it ever since you had heard the gasp. But in your immersion in the sensations he was bringing you had put it aside. Now as you attempted to hide your flesh your hands instead press these new softer hands into your breasts.

Your head turns towards the new mouth that brushes over your ear lobe, the soft breath caressing you with sounds. A soft groan escapes your lips as a second tongue touches your body. A sigh paints a picture of excitement as a soft whisper reaches your tumbling thoughts.

"Hi Stef, its Tifani." Even as the import of the name hits you, he sucks your clit into his mouth. Your thoughts turn to your husband, you know he is watching this in the room next to yours. You know he can see you held and stimulated by the two strangers/friends. You know he was urging you on as he stroked his manhood.

"Oh god." The world seems to twist around you, your eyes slide upward into their sockets. Your head falls backward to rest on Tifani's shoulder.

You scream, it is almost primeval, it is loud and it is long.

Your body explodes in orgasm. Your legs give way. Your hand grip his head and push it hard into your body. Your back arches forward pushing your breasts into her hands. Your hips jerk against his face as he follows you down to the floor. Your descent softened by Tifani supporting your weight.

Even as your mind returns to earth, even as the twitching hips slowly lower themselves to the floor, you feel him pick you up and carry you to the motel bed.

You had thought this would be an adventure that you and your husband could share and remember in the coming years, you thought it would be a small part of your history together. Instead you now knew it would change your lives together, it would mark a turning point in how you viewed your relationship with John.

Before, you loved him, with all your heart and all your soul. Now, he was your world. It seems strange that an act beyond your relationship with John, outside your intimate interactions should have this effect. But, you knew without reason or doubt that it was he that brought this about, it was John who made this happen. Your love for him was limitless.