Dream Of Wife

I dreamt of making love to my wife last night. Sad to say it's been a very long time since we were intimate.

In the dream, we were younger. It was us, our two kids, and my Mother-in-law. The kids and grandma were in the dream but not fully formed. It was just an impression, a knowledge that they were there without being on stage, like a back story that adds context but never appears on the screen.

We had just arrived at a vacation house. There was that excitement of exploring and going from room to room when you first arrived. Grandma and the kids were downstairs and you (my wife) took me by my hand and led me to one of the upstairs bedrooms.

Somewhere along the way, your pants have disappeared and you're only wearing white panties and a blue button-down shirt that is open, revealing flashes of your breasts as you move.

I remember thinking, or maybe even saying, "We can't do this... the kids." You bend over the bed and say, "We'll be quick." There's an excitement knowing we're sneaking off for a quickie and the others are just a few rooms away.

I run my hand between your legs. Your panties are already wet. I push them aside and effortlessly slip two fingers inside you. My thumb brushes over your ass and a gasp of pleasure escapes your lips.

I slip your panties down your legs. You kick them away and spread your legs apart for me. I start to run my hand between your legs and over your pussy, but you look back over your shoulder and tell me, "No. Fuck me."

For a moment I feel trepidation. I remember thinking it had been so long I was afraid I wouldn't last. I imagine going off inside you like a bomb the minute I slide in. I desperately wanted this to be good for you. Wanted you to remember all those times it had been good. Wanted you to want this again. I wanted you to want it tomorrow and for the rest of our lives. I wanted to make you cum, to make you happy. I wanted to make you want me again.

You're so wet, I can see your juices running down your thighs. I step up behind you, and begin to rub the head of my cock over your lips. You coat me with slickness. Your lips part and, with a greedy little push of your hips, the head of my cock is suddenly inside you. My body moves forward of its own accord and with one mighty push the full girth and length of my shaft plunges inside until my balls are pressed firmly against your ass.

I'm reward with a moan of pleasure I haven't heard in a very long time. The sound of your desire brings with it a sense of nirvana every bit as wonderful as being inside you. God you feel so damn good.

I begin to move in and out in long steady strokes. Your shirt melts away and you're naked back stretches out before me. Your breasts are swinging in time to my cock. With each plunge I flex my ass muscles and my cock gives a throbbing pulse inside you. You always loved that and you moan.

Then the dream becomes liquid motion and sensation and my steady pace begins to speed up with hunger. I want to be in you, to be with you, to be part of you. I flex and my cock pulses a beat and you moan and I love it. Thrust, flex, moan. Thrust, flex, moan. I can feel our bodies throbbing and pulsing together as one. It feels so damn good.

I pull your hips into me. I can't get enough of you. I plunge my cock as deep as I can go over and over again and still I want more. I want to fill you until we are one and we cum inside each other.

I have one hand on your hip and the other hooked over your shoulder, pulling you into me as I thrust my hips forward. Still it's not enough. Now I have both hands on your shoulders impaling you on my thrusts, filling you, emptying you and filling you again.

The pounding rhythm of our bodies is hot and primitive, like the beating of native drums, vibrating through our entire world as our bodies dance with abandon, oblivious to anything except the pounding beat of my cock inside you.

In my dream we begin to morph into different positions. Rolling and turning and stretching, but always seeking to get my cock deeper inside you. To be deeper inside each other. To be with you and in you again.

The beat builds to a crescendo and we find ourselves scissored with me straddling one of your legs and your other leg stretched against my chest and hanging over my shoulder. Our pelvises mash together, my cock is buried inside you. My thigh is wet as you grind yourself against me, spreading yourself and pushing your hips up to meet my needs with your own.

If I close my eyes, I can still see you there, laid back moaning, your breast bouncing against your chest. I watch you squeezing and pinching your nipples with one hand as the other reaches down between us and fingers your clit. We're so close and I love you so damn much.

Then I awake to find I'm humping the bed, just moments away from cumming. My heart is pounding and my cock is rock hard, my hips pumping heatedly against the mattress.

As the realization it was all a dream seeps in, I could cry. I might have tried to keep going, the mess be damned, but I share my bed with my dog Jack now-a-days, and his concerned look dispels the last reminisce of our dream time together. With a melancholy of a time that will most likely never be again, and maybe never was, I give up the ghost and get up to make coffee.

I love my wife. And even though it has been years since we've made love, I still feel the desire in my loins and long for her. Even when that desire serves no purpose, but to remind me of the ache in my heart and to fuel the dreams of nights like these.