My friend James and I meet most Saturdays for coffee and to talk. We've been friends for several years, and sometimes I visit his home and his wife Anna.
James has a heart condition that limits his physical activity, and as a result he's gained weight and fallen out of shape. Also, he has hinted that his condition has caused some marital difficulties. He didn't elaborate, but my hunch was that they were not sexually active.
Anna, however, is vivacious and fit. She has a trim figure. Every time I visited she only wore pants, and I wondered what her legs looked like. The last time I visited, she wore a skirt that showed her legs. They were very nice, and during the evening I continually angled my gaze to see as much of her legs as possible. At one point, she shifted her position, trying hard to be modest, but I caught a quick flash of her panties.
I'm pretty sure she wasn't trying to tease me, but I liked to think she was having a good time watching me crane my neck to see her legs.
The next time I was with them, James told me that he had a convention at a west coast beach resort and Anna was making the trip, too. She said that she was looking forward to spending a lot of time on the sandy beach, but James isn't an outdoor and sun type of guy. I imagined Anna in a bathing suit, and right my cock was oozing drips of cum.
That same night, I had a dream that I was at James and Anna's home. In the dream, she was standing naked and leaning back against the bathroom wall while I was using a razor to shave her pussy clean. The dream seemed so real. In it, I was her helper to get her ready for her beach trip, so it all seemed normal. When I woke up, my cock was hard and I was sad that it was just a dream.
James and I met for coffee that week, and although we hadn't discussed personal or sexual things, I decided to tell him about my dream. I was careful to tell it in such a way that he would laugh and not feel like I was making an advance on his wife. I avoided graphic language and said things like, "Well, you know, I was using a razor to shave her pubic area."
After explaining the dream, James's mouth was hanging open. He said, "You've got to be kidding! Just last night Anna was trying on two new bathing suits and pointing out that she needed to shave herself a bit for modesty sake."
James thought two seconds, then added, "It's like you two were on the same wavelength."
"Gee, that is odd," I said. "I've never had that happen before."
James kind of stared off into space. I let the silence go on for a while, then I changed the subject. We talked on for a while before going our separate ways.
A few days later, James sent me an email remarking about the coincidence of my dream and Anna's comment. He asked me if I'd ever done something like that. I told him, "Well, actually yes I have." I hadn't, but I just wanted to enjoy the fantasy for a while. I told him that I'd done it for former girlfriends, and that I'd even totally shaved one. I went into some detail, all fake of course, to describe how one has to be careful and also how to avoid embarrassing the woman.
That was that for about ten days.
James and Anna invited me over to their home for dinner on a Saturday evening. Anna wore a lovely skirt, again showing her shapely legs. James welcomed me with a handshake and hug. After dinner, we sat in their livingroom. I asked about the beach trip, and Anna told me about her new bathing suits. Then I joked about taking lots of sunscreen.
James surprised me by saying, "John here told me that he had a very interesting dream recently." Oh boy, I was now a little nervous about what this might mean.
Anna looked at him, then at me, and said, "Oh?"
"Well, it was the night that you brought home the new bathing suits. Do you remember that you put them on and what you said?"
Anna thought, then she blushed. I knew that she remembered.
James saw his wife blush, "Well, the strangest thing happened. The next day I saw John for coffee, and he told me that he'd had a dream that same night. John, why don't you tell it?"
I was already leaking cum just being with Anna and enjoying the sight of her legs. Now, I could feel a tickle of wetness flowing in my pants.
"Well, I don't know if I should," I said, trying to seem modest and not eager.
Anna said, "Will somebody tell me what's going on?"
James started, "John said that he had a dream, that very same night, that he was in our home, in our bathroom, and you were there."
"Yes, yes," Anna prodded.
"And you were in the bathroom, standing up and leaning back at an angle while he was kneeling down and doing what you said you needed done."
Anna looked shocked. I couldn't tell what was the mood or how to react. So I just sat there.
