The Ultimate Wife: Jen's Dream #1
My name is Jennifer and I am a 41yo, happily married woman. I'm so happily married it's ridiculous. My hubby and I met as horny teenagers and basically never slowed down when it came to sex. We treat each other so very well, and neither one of us has (or would ever) stray outside the marriage for sex. I am a natural caretaker, a woman of certain appetites and full of maternal strength. A long time ago, I asserted this maternal power in my relationship with my boyfriend (now hubby), in the form of a loving, nurturing control over his pleasure. He willingly surrendered the care of his privates and their pleasure to me, and I have proven every day exactly what a wise choice that was for him. I've never withheld sex from my wonderful hubby - quite the reverse. I exert my wifely authority and most often give him preemptive relief. I give him a real workout sometimes, and although it can be exhausting for the poor dear, he has never complained.
If you've read my other submissions, you'll know that my favorite way of relieving my man is by hand, as I have more control and options at my disposal. It's also the way in which I can see the final effect of my efforts, as I watch his flared cock head spray semen out the tip. In the heat of passion, usually while I'm stroking hubby's meaty erection, we talk about fantasies. One time he confided that he would never be upset if I found myself in a situation where I felt I had to give another man hand relief. And although I would never consider sexual contact with another man in real life, the thought did enter my fantasy realm, and got filed away. About a week later, I had a series of extremely erotic dreams, and I would like to share them with you.
The first dream was about a shipwreck. At least I think it was a shipwreck, as it was set on a small, deserted tropical island somewhere in the middle of a clear blue sea. Instead of being alone with my hubby, however, it appeared that three other men had been stranded with me. One sort of looked like my hubby, all 6'5" of blonde, blue eyed goodness. The second sort of reminded me of an attractive bank teller I saw once, about 6', dark haired and muscular. The third man was younger, about 18 or 19, with auburn hair like mine, a slim build and firm butt. And of course me, 5'6", slim waist and smooth round ass, and my set of wobbly 40DD breasts.
It was apparent there had been an accident, since there was debris strewn around the beach. What didn't make sense was that, while I was clothed in 3" heeled knee-boots, a denim skirt and white scoop-neck T-shirt (one of my favorite combos), all three of the men had not a stitch on! I can't remember exact dialog, but there was a general murmur of building a shelter, a bonfire, scrounging up some food, and preparing for a long wait to be rescued. Those gorgeous hunks did everything - I didn't have to lift a finger. I just reclined on the beach, drinking in the sight of them as they walked around, constructing a shelter, spearing fish, gathering palm fronds and firewood, their penises and balls swaying and jiggling as they went about their business. I decided I would have to examine each of those lovely packages up close and personal. Fortunately I didn't have to wait long.
The first injury was when bank teller guy stepped on a sea urchin, making him stumble and fall in the water. At that point I became the de facto nurse of our little settlement, cleaned and dressed the wound on his foot, and made sure to check him over for any traces of those poisoned spines. I tried to act nonchalant when his penis began to salute, although my pussy was contracting fiercely. Before long, it was sticking up straight against his reclining stomach, a thickly-veined 6" shaft topped by a nice, fleshy head.
"You have some swelling here," I smiled sweetly at him. "I'll have to relieve that." It appears that even in my dreams I am never without a bottle of body lotion, and I laughed as I pulled one from the supply crate. I pumped a couple squirts into my left palm and immediately began working it into his erect cock. I noted that his penis was circumcised really tightly, the head straining against the stretched skin. I held his penis at the base and pulled forward, giving myself as much slack as I could. In the end, I gave up on that tactic and assaulted the head of his penis by rubbing my lotioned palm around and around, sending waves of intense sensation through his straining cock and into his body. It seemed I'd only been at it for a minute or two when his legs jerked and his tormented cockhead flared in my firm grip.
"Aaarrrrrgggh. Mmmmmmm!" he groaned, as spurt after spurt of his warm semen flew toward my chest, splatting my cleavage, striping my soft T-shirt. One spurt hit my left nipple, then rolled down and dripped into my lap, pooling in the folds of my denim skirt. I continued to grip his penis as it spasmed, his hips writhing in the sand. When he'd calmed down, I ever so gently massaged his testicles and played with his sensitive glans. He jerked and moaned with each intense pass over the head, but he did not try to pull away or stop me. He knew I was in command here, and when I was done playing, I planted one of my sensuous kisses on the tip of his penis.
