It had taken Wilf a solid hour before he had recovered enough to pull himself from the sofa and get some water. His legs had fallen asleep and so he had to slowly and awkwardly make his way to the kitchen, supporting his weight on the walls of the house as he went to prevent himself from toppling over. After reaching his destination he gulped down a whole pint of water in a matter of seconds and poured himself another before making his way back into the living room. Of course, it had been a long time since he had been pleasured by a woman, but based on how sexually active himself and Denise had been, even at their advancing ages, he was surprised by the effect Sophie's oral skills had on him. She had certainly learned a lot over the past couple of weeks and it gave Wilf a warm, tingly feeling knowing that he had provided her with a gentle guiding hand in her journey of sexual discovery.
He spent the next couple of hours relaxing on the sofa watching the darts on TV and even indulging himself by ordering a takeaway, the first he had gotten in a long time. Once the food arrived he tucked into his chicken biryani and naan bread, taking swigs of the beer he had ordered to come with his meal to replenish the lost energy that Sophie had sucked out of him. He had spent some time debating whether he should get a beer or not as it had been weeks since his last drink, but he ultimately decided that he could trust himself. It would only be one and nothing went better with an Indian meal than a nice hoppy IPA. After finishing his food and clearing away the empty containers, he enjoyed the rest of his evening by relaxing on the sofa, checking his phone before he went up to bed. He had left it on silent and when he looked he saw he had a message from Sophie. Opening up the text message, Wilfs wrinkled face lit up with happiness as he read her words.
"Hi Daddy, I just got home. I'm so happy I got to take care of you today and I can't wait to see you again soon. Love you xx."
Damn, she had used the 'L word.' It made sense, they had gotten very close over the past few weeks and had just shared their first kiss, but Wilf hoped she wasn't developing real feelings for him. As much as he found her attractive and enjoyed her company, he wouldn't be able to give her what she deserved, a life full of love with someone her own age. After thinking for a while, he decided he was probably overthinking it and tapped out a response.
"Hi baby girl, I've just about recovered from the amazing time you gave me earlier. I'm about to head up to bed to sleep, (you wore me out!) I can't wait to see you either, sleep well Sophie. Love you too xx."
He rewrote the message several times, but finally happy with the words he had chosen, he hit send and made his way up to bed. Stripping off his clothes and taking a seat on the bed, he talked to Denise's picture, telling her all about his day, how Melanie had nearly rumbled them and what a fun time he'd had with Sophie. "She's not as good with her mouth as you yet darling, but with a little practice, she might be some day," he said, smiling at her photo and laughing. "I hope I'll get to see you tonight," he confessed tenderly, picking up her photo, giving it a kiss and climbing under the covers. "Goodnight Denise," he mumbled sleepily as he closed his eyes, brain replaying the events of the day in his mind's eye. He was out cold in a matter of minutes.
Wilfs eyes opened and he realized that he was surrounded by a thick fog, so dense that he could barely see more than a couple of feet in front of him. Reaching out his hand in front of himself, he started to take small uncertain steps forwards, inching ahead, eyes and ears straining to see or hear anything that might indicate where he was. After a couple of minutes, he still hadn't come across anything, not a wall or object, not a change in the ground he was standing on, nothing. Just as he was starting to get scared, he heard something faint in the distance and instantly stopped in place, feet rooted to the ground. Tilting his head he listened intently. Had he imagined it or was there really something out there? Time stood still for a moment and then he heard it again. It was faint, incredibly faint, but he could tell it was coming from his left side and he started moving towards the noise, a mixture of confidence and trepidation making him take longer strides.
As he advanced the sound got louder and after a few seconds he managed to discern what it was. It was a woman moaning. Spurred on by the sound he broke out into a light jog, the sound getting louder and louder as he pushed deeper and deeper into the fog. It seemed to finally be getting thinner and he could actually make out the ground below him now, a grassy floor with occasional patches of dirt and as he continued to run forwards a huge structure loomed out from the fog. When he was a few meters away he finally realized where he was. He was outside the huge circus tent where he had been tormented with horrible visions, his guilt overwhelming him before Denise had arrived to save him from the nightmare.
The sky was no longer red, the bizarre mutated creatures replaced with everyday, boring old pigeons and everything seemed perfectly normal, other than the sounds of the increasingly loud moaning spilling out from the interior of the circus. Now that he was so close, he felt like he recognised those sounds. They were high pitched and needy, the sounds of a young woman who had given up control. It was when he heard her voice that he knew for certain who it was. "Pl... please, harder Mummy," came the voice, Sophie's voice.
Walking towards the entryway, Wilf stepped inside, eyes adjusting to the dim light inside the structure. There was a single spotlight illuminating the center of the space, the black metal four poster bed from his last dream illuminated for the gathered crowd to see. Surrounding the bed were rows and rows of seats filled with faceless onlookers, the very same chairs from the theater he had previously visited on one of his nighttime excursions. It was like all of his previous dreams were colliding into one, but he didn't even have time to contemplate that detail as his attention was solely taken up by the two women on the bed. Sophie was completely bare, naked and exposed, laying on her back, legs spread wide, sweat on her brow as she continued to moan desperately.
Denise was standing in front of her, dressed in a tight black corset and lace panties, stockings and suspenders making her legs look sleek and irresistible as she stood on tall black Stiletto heels. Her makeup was black and harsh, dark lipstick, angular eyebrows and a wicked smile upon her lips. Strapped around her waist was a belt that tied up under ass cheeks and pointing out from her crotch was a black rubber dildo. As Wilf looked on, another spotlight sprang into life, illuminating a single seat directly in front of the bed. It was clearly meant for him and he made his way forwards into the light to take his place. As he got comfortable, Wilf had a better view of the pleasure apparatus strapped around his wife's hips and realized that he recognised it. This wasn't just any synthetic phallus, it was a perfect recreation of his own penis and as he reeled from this discovery Denise lined it up with Sophie's soaked snatch.
The young woman looked over at him, eyes meeting those of her elderly lover as the toy pushed its way inside her, causing her eyes to roll back and a low moan to rumble up from her throat. Once the instrument of pleasure was buried to the hilt inside her, Denise gave Sophie a second to adjust before starting to thrust her hips back and forth, fucking the young woman roughly. The crowd cheered and clapped, hollering their approval as Sophie's chest rose and fell, squirming on the sheets and moaning with ecstasy as Denise fucked her expertly. There was no denying who was in control and Sophie knew this, but she had no intention of complaining, nor did she want this to stop as she felt herself invaded over and over by the strap-on shaped just like Wilfs own member.
It didn't take long for her first orgasm to hit as her body quaked and trembled with euphoria, eyes fluttering as she screamed through gritted teeth. Denise wasn't stopping, in fact she only went faster, pounding Sophie harder and harder, the crowd drowning out the sounds of the young girl's juicy pussy being stretched out repeatedly. A second orgasm overtook Sophie, quickly followed by a third and as she begged Denise for some reprieve, the assembled crowd finally started to quieten down. By the time Denise stopped her thrusting, still buried deep inside Sophie, you could hear a pin drop inside the tent as every pair of eyes inside stared intently, unwilling to blink in fear of missing something.
