Ben had had that dream again; the one where he tip-toes up the stairs towards the sound of moaning and slurping and the gentle rustling of bedding. It's the one where the afternoon light streaking through the curtains gives an eerie light to the room. At the top of the stairs he peeks around the corner and beholds a couple fully engaged in a classic 69 position on the bed. The woman is draped over the man's torso, her upturned bottom rolling and jiggling as she grinds her pussy mercilessly onto the man's face.
Each time he has the dream, he's always amazed at how clearly he can hear the man frantically licking while trying to sneak a breath in when he can. The man desperately clutches both of the woman's legs, making indentations in the plumpness of her thighs as he thrusts his stiff, glistening penis deeper into her throat. In his dream, Ben's own cock is rock hard and poking out the material on his pajama pants. The wet spot at the tip grows larger.
At this point in the dream Ben finds himself standing at the foot of a bed looking down at the woman's head buried in the man's crotch, her hair cascading all about. Then, as if in slow motion, her right hand sweeps her hair to the side as she lifts her head, disgorging nine inches of thick, white cock from her throat. It's completely slathered with slimy saliva and spit bubbles. When she tilts her head to slurp up some of the ooze along the shaft, she opens her eyes and looks directly into his. It's at that moment that Ben recognizes the woman as being his wife. She holds his gaze defiantly while slowly and purposefully stroking the muscular appendage in her slippery fist.
Re-focusing her gaze on the huge cock she'd been entertaining, she puckers her lips and draws the slimy mess remaining along the shaft into her mouth. Then, glancing at her husband to make sure he's still watching, she closes her eyes and plunges her throat back down onto the meaty penis until the man's balls nestle firmly against her nostrils. She slides her hands up under his thighs to hold herself in place, grinding her pussy back and forth on the man's face with increasing urgency.
Finally, both begin to convulse and moan. The woman suddenly pulls her head up again disgorging the fat cock she'd inhaled. Its extraction is followed by a gurgling scream that announces her orgasm's arrival. The man's cum is dripping from the corners of her opened mouth. The head of the cock she'd been sucking rests under her chin against her throat and continues to spurt semen into her cleavage. She opens her eyes and smiles at her husband as her body twitches and trembles from the remnants of her orgasm. He always wakes up at that point, and he always wakes up hard.
Ben woke from his dream with a raging hard on, the type he only gets when having this dream. It is an unforgiving erection, bigger, harder, and longer than he's ever been able to achieve normally. He threw the covers back and released it from the confines of his pajama pants. It taunted him like a cobra, bobbing back and forth menacingly with every rapid beat of his racing heart. Though his wife, the woman of his dreams, lay right beside him, it would not have been fair to subject her to this erection. It was too far gone at this point to provide her with any pleasure. She would have to catch the next train, because this one was an express.
Ben gripped his erection at mid-shaft, slid his hand to the base once and immediately ejaculated. A ribbon of milky white semen lay out in a perfect line from his bottom lip to his belly button. The next two ejaculations reached mid chest, while the last five contractions simply spewed the thick white goo around mid-belly. He lay there trembling and trying to bring his breathing under control.
Pretending to sleep next to him lay Ben's wife, Stephanie. She had been pretending the last two times he had awakened in this state. She was determined to find out what was causing it, and why he had never tried to impale her with his incredibly hard erection. She threw back the covers and stormed into the bathroom.
Ben was startled by his wife's sudden movement thinking she had been asleep, but covered in cum as he was, he dared not move. He left his arm draped over his eyes as his wife returned from the bathroom with a warm wash cloth and began to wipe the sperm from his chest and stomach.
"What's this all about, Ben?" she asked calmly, almost tenderly, her voice choked with unexpected emotion.
He looked into her eyes and tried to decide whether to tell her the truth or not. He said nothing.
"Who is she, Ben? Who is this girl you've been secretly dreaming about; the one who obviously gives you so much pleasure?" she asked, tenderly holding the semi-erect cock she loved so much as she wiped it clean of semen. She laid his heavy penis back onto his stomach and looked at him, waiting for an answer.
"It's complicated," he said, hoping she would accept that and not ask him to explain.
"Who is she, Ben?" she asked again, calmly but firmly.
"It's sort of a fantasy, but I'm afraid to tell you the details because of what you might think," he explained.
"Ben!" she sighed with a frustrated tone.
"Ok, ok, I'll tell you, but you've got to tell me something you've kept from me so I don't feel like such a shit for telling you," he pleaded.
Stephanie thought about his words. She too had a fantasy that she'd never shared with Ben, and like her husband she had been reluctant to share it for the same reason. But at this point, impatient with her need to relieve her anxiety over who her husband had been dreaming about, she acquiesced, though she had no intention of telling her husband anything.
"Ok, Ben," she lied. "Now tell me. Who is she?"
"She's you, Stephanie."
Stephanie sat confused. She was relieved and flattered, but still confused. Ben recognized her confusion so he recounted his dream to her. When he'd finished, her confusion turned to worry.
"So, you want me to be some sort of slut now?" she asked angrily.
"I didn't say that, I simply said I have fantasized about watching you getting fucked by another man," said Ben.
"But, why?" asked Stephanie, wiping a single tear that rolled across her cheek.
Ben had often thought long and hard about why he would want to watch his wife being fucked. He had spent years enjoying his fantasy. He likened it to the way he felt about his new BMW. He loved driving that car, but when sitting behind the wheel, he wasn't able to see the car and how great it looked hurtling down the road. Yet, when he let a friend take it for a spin, he remembered the sense of pride he felt in watching it perform out on the road. Thinking about watching Stephanie being fucked gave him that same sense of pride.
Stephanie was, after all, the girl of his dreams. She was everything he could have hoped for in a wife. She stood a statuesque 5'7" tall. Her blonde hair was usually kept in a ponytail that showed off her round, baby-face with her cute little nose and large expressive brown eyes. She possessed very large, low hanging breasts that required an E-cup bra to contain them; and when they were set free, her large nipples seemed to always be erect and pointing downward at about a forty-five degree angle.
Stephanie's hips were wide and womanly. They tapered sharply at her waist which only accentuated just how far out her bubble butt protruded from her narrow lower back. The cheeks of her ass actually curved upward where they turned into thick shapely thighs. If one were to view her from behind, either naked or in the tight fitting yoga pants she often wore, there would be an open triangular space above where her thighs touched, just below her professionally waxed pudenda. By any standards, Stephanie was eminently fuckable.
Ben and Stephanie had always been described as the perfect couple. Ben was ruggedly handsome with a strong, muscular frame. His sandy blonde hair was kept short, almost military. He stood well over six feet and anything he wore looked better on him than any of the male models in the catalogs from which he shopped. He could easily palm a basketball, which meant that, in keeping with proportions, Ben also had a huge cock.
Stephanie had never considered herself a size queen before, but once she'd had Ben completely fill her vagina, she knew that this was the cock she wanted fucking her for the rest of her life. She loved the fact that it was un-circumcised, thinking it was cute the way the fat head of his penis was almost completely sheathed by his foreskin except for the tip that remained exposed like a little butt, his piss slit providing the cleavage. She liked the fact that her fingers did not meet when she grasped it, and how wide she had to open her mouth in order to suck it. She liked the process of making it hard, and how the foreskin completely disappeared into the shaft when it was fully erect. But most of all, she loved Ben's technique.
Ben had had to learn some tricks to use when fucking women. Because of his size, he found it difficult to fit his penis into most women's pussies. So, he developed his oral sex skills. He learned how to properly eat pussy so that by the time he tried to slide his cock into one, it had already cum two or three times and was filled with pussy juice; the best possible lubricant. This made Ben a highly desirable man, and Stephanie was glad she had landed him. But women kept throwing themselves at Ben, and this remained a growing concern for Stephanie.
Watching women openly flirt with Ben at parties and in bars did not help confirm what she already knew; Ben was a serious hunk. But she also knew that Ben was a man, and that sometimes it's hard for a man to turn down pussy when it's thrown in his lap. She therefore made it her business to fuck Ben as often and as thoroughly as she possibly could. She pretended each time she fucked him that it would be her last, so she fucked him with passion, hoping that he would never want to go elsewhere to seek pleasure.
But Ben genuinely loved fucking Stephanie. He especially liked it when Stephanie wore heels when they fucked. She would put on a skimpy pair of thong panties and ask Ben to rub her down, head to heels, with grape seed oil. Then she'd lean on the dresser while watching Ben in the mirror and pull her panties to the side. Ben would be irresistibly drawn to his knees behind his wife to bury his face in her pussy and work his magic. Soon he'd have her trembling on wobbly legs begging to be fucked.
"You know my favorite way to fuck you, right?" Ben finally asked his wife almost rhetorically.
