"Ouch!" Tom winches. "Okay, did I really feel that, or did I just imagine it?" That whole thing about pinching yourself to see if you are dreaming? Well that just doesn't seem reliable. He damn sure felt that pinch. But still, what he sees in front of him can't be real. This must be a dream, or possibly some kind of hallucination. It has to be one of the two. There is just no way this can be real.
Tom almost feels as if he is floating, his entire body trembling, anxious, and exited. Yet he feels the familiar contour of his favorite place on the loveseat cradling his back, and he can hear himself breathing. Those aren't normal sensations for any dream he's ever had. In fact, every one of his senses is tingling with excitement, telling him he is in fact wide awake.
It's just... Um... Surreal... Yeah that's it. That's the word he is searching for. Surreal. What he is seeing seems like something that could never happen in real life. It was as if someone had come into his home and turned all of the laws of nature on edge.
How could this be? This isn't right. Tom's normally shy and quiet wife is finally wearing that sexy bra and panty set he gave her years ago. She had always claimed those things were far too slutty for her to ever wear. They embarrassed her so much she shoved them far back in her underwear drawer without even trying them on. Tom stopped asking her to wear them years ago. Now she finally has them on. Well, for the time being that is. The way things are looking, she won't be wearing them much longer.
The woman Tom lovingly calls Janie has pushed the coffee table aside and is slowly writhing and undulating in the middle of the room. She is performing the most incredibly sensual strip tease he has ever seen. Tom has never seen his wife doing anything anywhere near this salacious before. Not even close.
That dance. That strip tease. That overtly sexual show of Janie's torrid desire has Tom mesmerized. He watches intently as Janie leans provocatively forward, flipping her hair as she arches her back, holding her hands over the cups of her unstrapped bra, slowly sliding the cups down to coyly reveal her nipples. Then quickly back up again, smiling as she teasingly hides her dark and swollen tits from view.
Spinning around she shows the curvy roundness of her ass, swaying it side to side while her long brown hair flows in gentle waves down her back. In an instant her bra lands on the floor at Tom's feet. Then his wife smiles a nasty smile as she slowly circles in place, her elbows pointing straight out like tiny wings, boldly pushing her breasts together, her hands cupping them underneath seemingly taking on the job of her discarded bra.
With her chest proudly on display, Janie sways like a snake being charmed from its basket. Her hands gliding up and down her sides, over and around her firm soft breasts, then back down onto the curves of her hips. Her wandering hands calling attention to incredible the sexual pleasure her body has to offer. Her slow sensual caress seemingly begging someone to softly touch her in ways she has never been touched before.
Then after teasingly touching, petting, and stroking every part of her nearly naked body, Janie's hands stop at her hips as she hooks her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slides them back and forth as if to loosen the waistband. Then her swaying her hips she snakes her way free of those panties as they slowly inch down onto her thighs. Tom wants to reach out and touch her so badly it hurts, but he cannot. Janie's overt display of sexual desire is not for him.
No, Janie isn't dancing for her husband at all. She is dancing for two men named Chip and Dale who are seated on the couch adjacent to Tom. Chip and Dale are both smiling like the Cheshire cat with their shirts open and their pants pulled down around their ankles, each one seemingly trying to see whose flaccid dick will stretch out the furthest as they watch Tom's wife undulate in front of them.
Tom tries pinching himself again. It hurts again. Yet he still thinks he is dreaming. He tries violently shaking his head to jolt himself back to reality, but no matter what he tries Tom cannot seem to wake up. Watching his wife sensually dance for those two squirrel faced men is just too weird, but that isn't all that's wrong with what he is seeing.
The weirdness doesn't stop with the two squirrels sitting on his couch. Alice of Wonderland fame is there too. She is wearing in her famous blue and white dress with her long silky blond hair held perfectly in place by that ever present headband and bow.
Alice is curled up next to Tom on the loveseat with that dress of hers hiked high up on her thighs, and one of her shapely young legs is draped across Tom's lap. She is petting Tom's chest and gently riding his thigh. My god how Alice has grown up.
Finally, Tom quits trying to wake himself up and starts to quietly mumble. "I suppose I agreed to this," He concludes as thoughts of the past few weeks crawl through his head. "But what the fuck? When I said what I said, I didn't for the life of me think my shy little Janie would actually go through with something like this."
Tom shakes his head again. This time in disbelief. "We were just talking about crazy ass fantasies that night. Ridiculous over the top shit that couldn't possibly happen. We were just joking around. She said she would never..."
Tom's thoughts are interrupted when his wife's panties hit the floor next to the bra at his feet. The wet spot in the gusset is undeniable. Janie is truly as turned on as her dance is making her look. Now except for her shoes, those red spikey heels, Janie is dancing completely naked in front of Chip and Dale.
Needless to say, Janie's hot naked body has both Chip and Dale at full attention. There is no doubt they like what they see. Neither one of them has to stretch their dicks to make them appear big anymore. For Tom, this dream is going from weird to worse.
"Sure I've thought about this." Tom's thoughts continue. "Well parts of it anyway. Don't we all have these crazy thoughts now and then? What I said the other night was the first thing that popped into my head. I should have thought things through before I opened my big fat mouth."
Tom's thoughts are once again interrupted as Alice squirms a bit in his lap. Then Tom feels her thumb rubbing the front of his pants. She found it, and it didn't take much searching. It's like she knew right where to go. First it was a touch. A test of sorts. Then a squeeze between her thumb and her finger. Now Alice's tiny hand is stroking over the swollen head of Tom's cock through his pants while she nibbles the lobe of his ear.
"So is this my fantasy?" Tom continues his thoughts, still trying to decide if what is happening is real or not. "I don't remember saying anything about a strip tease. I distinctly remember my fantasy including me, her, a total stranger, and a video camera.... That's it. Where is the video camera anyway? And what the hell are all these Disney characters doing here? This is just too weird."
