This tale could fit into several categories. Anything from fantasy to romance to horror but perhaps loving wives fits best.
I remember the night it started. It was a Friday the thirteenth. My wife Amanda and I had just had another of our knock down, drag out arguments. She got home late again after a Friday night out clubbing with colleagues.
I realized that if either of us were going to get any sleep tonight we would need separate beds. I took the guest room as usual when we slept alone.
Sleep was slow coming, not a surprise given the blood pressure rise during the argument. Eventually I fell asleep and dreamed.
The dream began at a costume party in what could best be described as an large Victorian mansion. The costumes were very elaborate. The room was filled with people. That was where I first saw her.
She was standing on the other side of the room, a glass of white wine in her hand. She wore a dress of orange, red, yellow and green silk that seemed iridescent. She was tall, slim and blonde. Her dress hung perfectly over her breasts, accentuating their fullness. She was a feast for the eyes. She wore a Venetian style mask, her green eyes clear and vibrant as she turned to look at me.
As our eyes met I felt something like an electric shock in my abdomen. She slowly turned towards me and began walking. My cock began filling with blood. With each step she took I got harder and harder. She moved impossibly slowly, like it was a movie in slow motion. A smile coming to her perfect lips. By the time she stood in front of me I was hard as steel. She placed one hand on my shoulder and I had a massive orgasm. I felt like I was going to collapse in a heap due to the shere intensity of the climax. She walked away from me, my erection softening with each step she took.
I awoke that morning without my usual morning wood, however I did have a huge load of semen in my boxers.
I shook my head, what a dream! I hadn't had wet dreams since I was a teenager.
Another strange thing was that I usually couldn't recall the details of what I dreamed, but I could remember every single detail. If I wanted to I could recreate the dream woman in explicit detail, as if she was standing in front of me.
Amanda and I didn't have much to say to each other over a quick breakfast. Sometimes we picked up an argument where we left off the night before but I think we both realized that it was a bad idea today. The argument last night was so intense that I was afraid for our future. We both went off to our respective jobs.
I couldn't stop thinking about the dream, how lifelike and realistic it was, and of course the happy ending. The mansion seemed so familiar, as if I had been there before Needless to say, it was difficult to get anything accomplished at the office.
That night Amanda was still giving me the silent treatment. I tried to engage her in some conversation, asking about her day but got nothing but a shrug. I watched some tv then headed to bed, our bed this time.
I heard her go to the guest bedroom. I guess she isn't ready to make up yet.
After drifting off to sleep I started to dream. I used to have recurring dreams when I was younger but I hadn't had any in a very long while, tonight I did.
i found myself back at the mansion. The party went on as it did the night prior but I couldn't see my dream woman. I didn't recognize anyone there but of course they were wearing masks. There was a winding staircase at one end of the room, I made my way up to the second floor. There were several doors off the second storey hallway. I saw someone walk into one of the rooms and closed the door, the woman looked like my wife Amanda. I tried to call out to her but no sound came out of me. The dream woman came walking up the winding stairs, she was dressed exactly the same as last night. She looked at me, smiled and held her finger to her lips in a "be quiet" gesture. She opened the door that Amanda had closed and she walked into the room.
I walked in slow motion to the door and entered the room. I could see my dream woman sitting on one bed, the second bed it the room was empty. She beckoned me to sit beside her on the bed. She then pointed to the mirror on the wall opposite the beds. In the mirror I saw my wife on the second bed with a man. They were both naked and were embracing each other and kissing. I had never seen this man before. Dream woman put her hand on my leg, I turned to her and saw a tear fall down her cheek as she gestured towards my wife and the man as they made love on the bed beside us. I was furious that I was being betrayed and wanted to stop them but try as I might I couldn't rise up off the bed. Dream woman stood and walked to the couple on the bed, reached out and touched his bare shoulder and he came inside my wife. He looked as if he was in ecstasy and I was reminded of how I felt when she touched my shoulder last night.
Dream woman turned to me and took my hand. I stood up and we walked out of the room together hand in hand. Once out of the room she leaned in and kissed my cheek, the tears still on her face.
I woke with a start. Amanda was not in the room. Her side of the bed was not disturbed, she must have stayed in the guest bedroom. I got up to check, yes she was still sleeping. I climbed into her bed and spooned with her. She settled into me and we slept like that till morning.
"What got into you overnight Jim? You haven't been that affectionate in a long time. I thought you were still mad at me."
"I woke up and you weren't there. I got worried. When I saw you in the guest room, you looked so cute, I just couldn't help myself."
"So are we back on speaking terms now?"
"Sure, I'll start. I am sorry I got angry with you. You know exactly how to set me off. I know you have been enjoying your Friday nights with your co-workers but coming in at 2am was way more than I could handle."
"Jim, that's the time our group broke up to go home. We closed the club , then went for a coffee. Two in the morning is pretty reasonable."
"And that is the crux of our argument. Happily married women don't stay out without their husbands till 2am. Are you unhappy in our marriage? Do you prefer spending your time with others or are you just avoiding me?"
"We do fight a lot lately. If I have a few drinks with friends, I don't want to come home and get lectured about it. At 2am you should be in bed so I can avoid the the hassle."
"Are you seeing other men these Friday nights?
"Do I dance with men? Yes I do. Do they buy us drinks? Of course they do."
"Are you having sex with anyone?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because I am a man and I used to be single. I know about dancing and buying pretty, sexy women drinks. I know what it leads to."
"Did you just imply that you think I'm pretty and sexy?"
"Yes I did, and you are avoiding the question."
"Ok, let’s see how I can answer you honestly. Have I had vaginal intercourse with a man other than you? No. Have I been felt up, groped, had my ass squeezed? Yes. Have I been asked for sexual favours by men or women? Yes to both. Have I given in to their desires? No, maybe a few of their smaller asks but never their major ones."
"It begs the question, what do you consider to be small or major."
"I have felt up a co-worker while dancing and one other man who had asked me to dance. Yes it was a little over the top but I was drunk and they were sexy."
"Playing these teasing games in clubs is dangerous Amanda. Did you want to have sex with these men?"
"That's a dangerous question Jim. Did I want to? Yes, my libido was raging! I wanted to fuck them, but I didn't, because I am married to you."
"If I asked you to stop going out Friday nights would you stop?"
"I need the release of blowing off steam and my Friday nights out are my release." I know it can be tempting to stray, especially when you have frequent arguments with your partner. I have managed that temptation just fine.”
She was right, we did argue a lot these days. There was a creeping disrespect in our conversations. I couldn’t help but notice that it started about the same time as her Friday night clubbing.
“I have an idea Jim. Would you like to meet some of my co-workers? We are having a gathering this Friday night. Why don't you come along and meet some of them?"
It made good sense. It couldn’t hurt. Maybe getting to know a few of them would help me be a little more understanding and flexible.
"Are you asking me out on a date for Friday night?"
"I sure am!"
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Thursday evening, after work we had a quick supper and watched some tv. I announced I was going to bed. I was surprised when Amanda came with me. We cuddled each other, spooning as we fell asleep.
For the third night in a row I dreamed that I was in the mansion. My wife walked out of one of the bedrooms wearing nothing other than a mask. She was followed by the same man she was with the night before. I could see his features better tonight. He was tall, with dirty blonde hair, very broad at the shoulders. He walked to my wife, he bent her over the stair rail and impaled her on his cock.
Again I felt the fury but couldn't get my legs to move, I stood helpless. In this dream Amanda turned to look at me and mouthed "I love you." Just when I thought I could stand no more my dream woman walked up the stairs. This time she wore high heels, stockings, a thong and a very lovely lacy bra, still in her Venetian mask. She walks up next to Amanda and assumed the same position. Suddenly I found myself behind her, my hand moving the thin thong to the side and burying my cock in her very neatly trimmed blonde pussy. Our tempo matched that of the other couple. I came with a silent roar.
I snapped awake. My cock inside my wife, softening, with cum leaking all over us.
"Now I know something weird has gotten into you. We haven't had sex like that in a long time. I am not complaining. In fact if there is more to come I might be tempted to stay at home on Friday nights.”
This whole series of events was so surreal. I had to stop and compose myself to respond
"That was amazing Amanda. I love you and I have missed this. I'm looking forward to finally meeting your co-workers tonight."
Work was a bit light on Friday and I had lots of time to think about the gathering tonight. I also spent time analyzing the dream but coming up with no new insights.
Amanda and I showed up at the venue. It was at one of the board member’s home. I wore a business suit and Amanda a sexy dress of pink silk. I was introduced to several people and instantly forgot their names. It was then that I felt a staggering sense of déjà vu. This was the mansion in my dreams.
I didn't recognize anyone from my dream, until my wife introduced me to the board member and his beautiful wife. He was tall, with dirty blonde hair, broad shouldered and ruggedly handsome. This was the man in my dreams that was fucking my wife. His beautiful wife was none other than the woman in my dreams. She even wore the same iridescent dress from my dream. This was the first time I had seen her unmasked but those green eyes were unmistakable. This was truly a surreal moment.
He introduced himself as Carl and she was Carolyn West. Both seemed pleased to finally meet me. There was a moment that I thought could have been recognition in Carolyn's eyes but it passed quickly.
She cornered me when Amanda had gone to powder her nose.
"Do I know you from somewhere Jim? I get the feeling that we have met before."
"I have the same feeling." I can't imagine where we would have met. Do you go out with the staff for their Friday night clubbing?"
"No, I wasn't aware there was one. Is this a frequent thing? Do you and your wife go?"
"Amanda does, I usually just wait up for her to come home. Last week is the as 2am. We had a bit of an argument over it."
"Really, that is interesting and a coincidence, Carl got home late Friday as well. I was asleep so I don't know what time he got in but it was after 2am."
"You have a lovely home Carolyn."
"Thank you, would you like a quick tour?"
"I would love one."
When we got to the second floor I looked at the stair rail, where in my dream we had made love beside my wife and her husband. A shiver ran through me.
