Nothing very serious here. This story contains nearly wall-to-wall graphic sex. All characters are eighteen years of age or older.
The Dreamside
"Right there. Oh, fuck yes, right there."
Anna moaned again and kept her grip on my hand, holding it trapped between her thighs as she ground against it. "God, I love that big hard cock."
I couldn't really say anything; I'd woken up to this with no warning at all, finding her on her side next to me, using the back of my hand to get herself off while jacking my hard-on for all she was worth.
Still trying to fight the fog in my head, her loud moan of orgasm triggered my own and I felt my cock pulse as cum jetted out, spattering everywhere.
She relaxed backward giggling a little crazily. "God, I needed that."
I caught my breath. "Thanks, but I didn't think you felt like it earlier."
She rolled her eyes. "Stupid bitch needs to get it together."
I blinked in confusion and looked at her... Anna flashed me a silly grin. "You better wake up and change your boxers, big guy."
She suddenly faded away, leaving me blinking awake in the dimly lit bedroom, on the bed facing... Anna. Who was asleep, facing the other way and moving restlessly. Everything sharpened suddenly and I felt cum all over the inside of my boxers.
Red-faced I slid out of bed as quietly as possible and slipped down the hall to "my" bathroom. Anna had long ago claimed the master bathroom as her own. She needed the space for her makeup. I rinsed out my boxers and stuck them in the hamper.
After I cleaned myself up, going back in and getting new boxers wasn't a challenge, I could hear the long slow breaths that meant Anna was deeply asleep.
A nocturnal emission? What was I, a horny teenager?
Still, I had to smile as I drifted off to sleep. Anna's rigidly religious upbringing was really hard for her to overcome, so we'd never had the hottest sexual relationship, and it was definitely lights off and not adventurous. It wasn't a huge issue because that was only a small part of what made us into "us." But now, Anna had been pretty much stone cold for about two months, complaining about everything, happy about nothing.
But... she'd definitely been a wild girl in my dream.
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Anna was sullen and unhappy the next morning, as she had been for months now. Nothing was right, the house was too hot, then it was too cold, we were using too much electricity, and the place was dark as a cave and we needed some damn lights on. None of the food tasted right.
She changed into her work clothes in her bathroom without much in the way of words, barely even a cursory "I love you" and a quick dry kiss goodbye before we parted and left for work. A scowl seemed to cross her face every time she glanced at me.
This wasn't normal for us. We argued a bit, like any normal couple, but she'd always been happy with closeness, even a bit clingy in a good way. After her extremely strict upbringing, she'd seemed to absorb, almost to live for, the attention and love I gave her. This distant surly behavior just wasn't like her. I was getting more than a little concerned.
I wasn't sure what the hell Anna's problem was, but we were getting close to a confrontation, and I was pretty sure it was going to be an ugly one. We'd only been married for a little under three years, and we never really had arguments, but this felt really bad.
All the online advice screamed to watch out for an affair, but it didn't really feel like that. She was getting home on time -- most days a little before me, and never really late. Whenever I called, she was in her cubicle in the vast cubicle farm where she worked; she even ate lunch there. She had to use her desk phone since personal cell phones weren't allowed in her office. No weird showers, no weird phone calls -- she barely used her cell phone at all. She had a personal laptop, a legacy from college, but she only used it occasionally, usually for a little online shopping. She did have a few days a month when she was home while I was at work, but when I broke down and looked at our video doorbell system logs, I was embarrassed to see nothing except me leaving and coming back on the days she stayed home, only going out the door to grab the mail. Her cell phone logs showed calls to me mostly, with a couple calls to her workplace, and a few - very few - to her parents. I couldn't believe I was spying on my wife.
Even the nature of her surliness was odd. Her mood seemed to get darker as we got closer to bedtime, turning cold and almost angry before we turned in.
Attempts to talk to her about her darkening mood were turned away bluntly.
We both made it home together as usual that night, and dinner was an awkward, nearly silent, dance. She spent the evening reading one of her mystery books and occasionally shooting strange looks at me over the top of the book.
When we finally turned in, she went to the bathroom and changed into her "don't touch me" pajamas. As soon as she got in bed, she gave me a quick goodnight kiss and turned away. It took a damn long time to fall asleep.
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I shuddered as she slowly sucked my cock in, all the way to the root, her mirrored sunglasses reflecting the sunlight and blue water of the pool, her wet hair slicked back out of the way.
Sitting on the edge of the pool with my legs in the warm water, I was leaning back and she had pulled herself half out of the water using my legs, her bare suntan-oil-covered breasts mashed against my inner thighs sliding all over the place, hard nipples tracing across my skin.
She pulled off my hard pole for a moment, and sensuously touched her tongue to her upper lip. "Mmmmmmmm. I love your cock."
She gave the head of my rod a long slow slurp, letting air vibrate around it, then began to deep throat it again.
She was using one hand to stay in place, the other was somewhere under the water, and from the muffled moans she occasionally made, I was pretty sure what she was doing with it.
It didn't take long for me to blow my load into her hot mouth. She slowly pulled her mouth off, cleaning me as she went then looked up at me, licking her lips slowly, catching a spare drop off her lower lip. "I love the way that tastes. But I really, really, love how hot it is in my mouth."
She reached up and took a glass of wine off a proffered tray and I suddenly realized that a busty blonde topless waitress had appeared right by me. The waitress looked vaguely familiar.
I looked between them for a moment. "This is a dream isn't it? We're not really here are we?"
She shook her head with a lopsided smile, then stopped. "Sort of. We're really here..." She gestured around us at the fancy infinity pool and the enormous hacienda style house overlooking a clear blue ocean. "But the 'here' isn't really here. If you know what I mean."
"Not really."
"It's too hard to explain, but this is sort of real but not really real."
