My name is Greg. In my youth I had a selfish dream common to most men. The dream had two components: I wanted to marry a loving, beautiful wife that cared for me and my happy, healthy family; but she would give me the freedom to be able to sleep with any other woman whenever I felt inclined. Of course this dream was unrealistic; particularly as I was just an ordinary looking guy.
I have always been very fit from football, rowing, playing many other sports and recreational activities. I am the proverbial, tall (at 6ft 1in), dark and only so-so handsome. Anyway an active lifestyle filled with sport plus outdoor activities keeps me fit and a consistently trim 185 pounds. I really still don't know how it happened but maybe I was just attractive enough. Somehow I won the heart of the gorgeous Angela, who then agreed to marry me.
Angela is 5ft 6in and after ten years of marriage and three children, she has regained her weight of 120lb and her breasts are still a firm 34C. Her naturally light blonde hair and green eyes always turn heads, even when she is shopping just in a baggy tracksuit. Of course part of the attraction is that she is always in a good mood and displays what can be best described as a cheeky smile. The smile is natural, but it can easily be mistaken as being some type of flirty encouragement. The reality is she is just naturally happy and this becomes infectious with everyone she encounters.
At least I had the first component of my dream and life was great. We were so happily in love, I had no intentions of rocking the boat by suggesting that I would like to sleep with other women. I had won the lottery and did not have the courage to gamble any of it. Besides we were having fun and were so much in love.
We had sex most nights and had explored most things that we could do as a couple. It seemed that Angela welcomed everything that was pleasurable. Being naturally conservative she may have been initially reluctant to watch porn videos. The stories were rubbish, however I soon found that she would quietly watch the images and become really turned on. I realized that taking the time to get Angela excited had its advantages that usually rewarded both of us with multiple climaxes.
Even so, the best sex lives can be affected when couples get busy. We had just built a new home and were laying out a new garden. I had also recently been appointed to a high pressure position at work. This meant that Angela took on more of the responsibility for the children even though she had resumed work to help pay the mortgage after all the children commenced school. The extra stress must have had some impact. We still had sex almost every night, but when I look back, I suspect that the sex became a little routine and predictable. It was in these conditions that our lives were set to change.
One night in the small hours of the morning, I was abruptly wakened by Angela. She just said to me: "I need to be fucked, right now!" This was also said in a tone that indicated that there was to be no discussion and compliance was to be immediate. Naturally I was happy to oblige.
While I was still groggy from sleep, I do recall that when I sucked those cherry sized nipples that they were already erect and that she was completely soaked as I thrust into her vagina. She was excited and energetically ground her pelvis as fast as she could go. There was no subtlety to our fucking and we both quickly climaxed. As I filled her she sighed loudly and continued squeezing my penis while holding me inside her. This was quite different to our normal tender lovemaking. It occurred to me that I had been used purely for her pleasure so that she could get her own release ... not that I minded.
That next morning was a Saturday. As we were slow to jump out of bed my curiosity overcame me. I needed to know what had happened in the middle of the night. I took the opportunity to ask Angela: "What made you wake me during the night?"
After a reluctant pause she replied with a serious face: "I was in need of sex."
"That I recall, but what prompted the middle of the night awakening?"
Once again Angela was slow to respond, but she must have realized that I was not going to go without an answer. She continued by saying: "I had this dream that was so exciting ... I just needed to be satisfied."
Intrigued I asked: "What was the dream about? ... Come on ... you know I will pester until you confess."
"Well ... I was in an all-girls boarding school. After lights out, the priest visited and told me I had to follow him to his office. Although it was cold, I was dressed like all the girls, in a very thin nightie. We didn't have dressing gowns, so I promptly followed the priest down to his office.
As his office had a raging open fire I quickly felt more comfortable, but I was self-conscious about my large nipples that had become erect during my passage in the cold corridor."
"The priest looked at me sternly and then informed me that my school marks were well below the acceptable level and this could result in my expulsion ... unless there was an immediate improvement. I felt terrible as I knew my parents were going through hardship to pay for my tuition. With a contemplative look he said that he was going to personally give extra lessons to ensure that I could stay, however he expected some reward for his efforts."
"With that he came towards me and held me close; his arms wrapped right around me preventing me from escape. I instinctively squirmed but all that did was ensure that I felt more of his body through his cassock. I soon felt something hard poke me in the stomach. He sighed as he rubbed my breasts and I felt guilty as I am sure he had only been attracted by my erect nipples. His fingers pinched and rubbed them and I felt warmer all over. His hands continued roaming over my body and without any deliberate thought my excitement grew and soon I could feel wetness develop between my legs."
"I had closed my eyes and I found I was soon panting. Then he ordered me to turn around and lean with my hands on his desk. I felt him lift my nightie and then his hands were into my butt cheeks. His fingers slipped between my vaginal lips and this was quickly followed by his stiff member. He plunged in and pumped quickly inside me. It was beginning to feel more comfortable and I was enjoying this new sensation immensely. In no time he was squirting his seed inside me. His penis continued to throb and after a long pause he finally withdrew and then sent me back to my dormitory ... I was still in a state of heightened excitement and feeling frustrated as I had not experienced the same release."
"That was when I woke you."
"Wow!" I said. As Angela had recounted her story, I found my penis had swollen and hardened. I tentatively let my hand wander to my wife's pussy only to find that she was wet and slippery. We looked at each other and instantly knew that we had to fuck again.
Wondering if this dream had been a one off aberration, that night I decided that I should further delve into my wife's thoughts. I really wanted to know if she secretly concealed a host of other wicked dreams. Angela soon confessed to other fantasies and told me about being at a beach party with a couple of girlfriends.
"I had consumed too many drinks that had been eagerly supplied by a tall blonde surfer guy that had decided to chat me up. He was a bit of a hunk and seemed keen on me so when everyone else seemed to be distracted, he led me to a grassy patch behind the sand dunes. He started kissing me and then started undressing me. I willingly responded to his kissing as he was tender and sent shivers through my body. I was enjoying the attention so when he removed my dress I didn't think about resisting. He lay me down and then he also dropped his trousers. Before I knew what was happening he had his huge cock inside me and was riding me hard. He soon came inside me, but remained there until we started fucking again. This time I climaxed and he came a second time soon after."
Angela was just giving the broadest outline to the story, but once again we became excited resulting in more vigorous frantic sex.
Each night I would ask her for another fantasy. Once she had exhausted telling her numerous dreams she made up new stories. Soon she was acting out the roles as she narrated the tale. We soon were varying our lovemaking to incorporate her many wicked desires.