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A sexually frustrated married man finds blissful release with a dreamy lover-- but not until his wife gives him permission.
Dream GirlShe'd made an appearance in several of my early morning dreams now, this mysterious, yet increasingly familiar young woman who called herself Bree. At first, I had been afraid she'd be frightened off and disappear into the hazy recesses of my dream-world, never to be seen again. Still, I approached her, drawn in a way I could not explain or control. She did not flee, and in fact seemed drawn to me as well. We kissed— in a soft yet deliciously deep way, and in that instant a powerful, sensual bond was created between us.
The scenario had repeated itself many times with the same rude awakening of my morning wake-up alarm. As pleasurable as Bree's kisses were, I nonetheless became weary of the interruptions and in my frustration had taken to disarming the offending clock radio. However, without fail I continued to wake up at the same time, always eliminating the opportunity to see (and feel) how far our passions would take us. What, I asked, was this all about? Was there some message for me in this? Was this some sort of cruel neurotic condition I had developed? Was I being punished for some type of lustful transgression? I wanted to know. I needed to.
My search for an answer took me to the university library where several of my lunch hours were spent in the stacks with Freud and Gestalt, reading excerpts on the interpretation of dreams. Two brilliant minds of modern psychology, it seemed, were in agreement with my Friday-afternoon drinking buddies who'd already told me in very plain language: "Mick, you need to get laid."
Hmm. Maybe, just maybe, I thought, it was as simple as that. Kari and I had a terrific sex life, but had not done anything remotely sexual together for at least three weeks, a fact that I had not even been aware of until that moment. We'd been too busy to connect. My job was keeping me occupied, and she was working unusually long hours. All of our energies were spent on so many other "important" things that by the time we got into bed each night we were too exhausted to make love. My early-morning erotica was a simple expression of unmet needs.
It was a start, but the theory did not account for why my make-out sessions with Bree were always cut so frustratingly short. If I needed to "get laid," I wondered, why didn't Bree and I get to go any further? After all, she was warm and willing, the essence of desire waiting to be fulfilled.
Kari was not yet aware of my situation. At least, I didn't think so until I attempted to bring it up one evening. In the manner of a shy, awkward adolescent, I confessed that I'd been having dreams each morning—very sexy dreams—about Bree, the alluring woman I'd met online. I explained that, in the dream-state, I never really knew who she was or that she was an online acquaintance. I knew her only as Bree, a feminine beauty who seemed most willing to take me to sexual never-neverland. "The problem," I explained, "...is that we never get anywhere, if you know what I mean."
Kari seemed to understand and, further, surprised me in her eagerness to resolve my problem. She was well aware that we'd been too busy or tired for sex in recent weeks, and that I'd been stirring in the pre-dawn hour. Apparently, she'd noticed my throbbing erections but had been more interested in sleep than sex. Besides, she'd unselfishly reasoned, she thought better than to disturb my slumber when I was undoubtedly enjoying myself. She also recognized the fact that Bree, to me, represented what I didn't have—a tempting, seductive, available partner. "And I think I know why you two never get anywhere," she added as I listened, the apt sexual pupil that I am. "Guilt. Simple as that. The moment you get charged up, your subconscience kicks in and says "Whoa. Stop. You're not allowed to go there. Could it be, Sweetheart, that you love me so much that you're afraid of hurting me by cheating, even in your dreams?"
As she talked, I knew she accepted some responsibility for my angst and wanted to make it up to me.
"I think I know what's indicated in this situation," she said in a mock-professional tone as we prepared for bed. Her comment, of course, made me think she was preparing to fuck my brains out. Instead, she gave me a quick kiss, turned the light out, and was quickly asleep. "Goodnight, Honey," I whispered, sighing deeply. With some effort, I managed to fall asleep myself. From the very beginning, there was something different about my dream the next morning. Maybe it was my senses—crisp, alert, and keenly aware of every detail. Perhaps it was Bree, looking more inviting and beautiful than ever. Or perhaps it was me, taking a new perspective, feeling powerful, uninhibited, and adventurous. We looked into one another's eyes knowingly. This time, it would happen.
Bree's lips touched mine as we embraced. Holding her closely, I was sure she could feel my heart pounding in my chest, just as certainly as the special mix of chemicals was being spilled into my bloodstream to prepare my body for sex. However, there was no urgency to our encounter and I did not to rush, choosing instead to savor the smooth texture of her kissing. We closed our eyes as we continued, and I took her hands in mine, holding them tightly at my side. Bree's mouth opened in sync with mine as our tongues twirled together, periodically roaming freely about across one another's lips and teeth.
As she inhaled, her breasts rose and through the soft fabric of her negligee I felt them push against my chest. Bree then took a step back, and with a smile and a most seductive look in her eye slipped the gauzy garmet over her shoulders, allowing it to fall away. For several moments, she simply stood in front of me, this mysterious beauty, and allowed me to look at her beautiful nude body. The pounding in my chest had migrated to my groin and as I watched Bree begin to touch herself , her hands gliding lighltly to the soft patch between her legs, then to her breasts, gently lifting them, holding them as in offering to me.
Maintaining eye contact, Bree stepped close to me. In a slow, deliberate fashion she unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off of me. With the same expertise, she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, pulled down my boxer shorts and gestured me to step out of them. As I did, I moved closer to her only to be stopped; with her extended, open hand on my chest, Bree made it clear that I was not to move, at least not for now. For the moment, I was a living statue for her to examine.
Bree ran her hands over my firm pectoral muscles and through my chest hair, over my shoulders, back, down to my buttocks and up across my chest once more. I loved the feel of her touch on me. My erection stood out straight and firm, a clear signal of my arousal as she positioned herself before me, on her knees, now cradling my balls and blowing gently on my cock as it bounced involuntarily in anticipation of her touch. Delicately, she stroked my shaft with one hand, the other still toying gently with my balls. Craving a firmer stroke that I did not yet receive, Bree instead took me into her mouth, her lips barely making contact with my cock as I stood, marveling at the eroticism of it all, watching it disappear.
With each successive stroke I felt a slight increase in pressure of her lips as they slid smoothly over my erection, now thoroughly bathed in a mixture of pre-cum and saliva. Bree closed her eyes as if to savor the texture and taste, the fullness of me in her mouth; much to my delight, she seemed totally immersed in the experience as she slid forward on me, her head moving from side to side as she went down and back up, her hands now caressing my ass as she continued to consume me. Soft feminine moans sent subtle and incredibly pleasurable vibrations through my rock-hard cock and into the center of my being. Did she— could she—realize what effect she was having on me?
Expert hands alternated with lips and mouth in gliding over and around my stiff shaft, as if in competition for my most favorable response. Each technique was administered with precision, and each was a tactile and visual erotic treat. Finely manicured, dark pink nails adorned the fingers of those hands, so sexy on her pale skin, and even more so against the darker tones of my cock. She knew to keep her wrists soft as she slowly and sensuously stroked, twisting slightly on each downstroke.
Locks of her hair had fallen over her face. Carefully so as not to distract, I pushed it aside to afford a better view of her lovely face. Bree looked up and smiled, and with a glance toward the bed I communicated my wish to have her lie down. I watched in silent admiration as she made herself comfortable atop a huge round bed draped with a thick white quilt. Once again, I paused to notice how pretty, how inviting she looked before approaching, and then positioned myself by her side without touching her, sensing her momentary need to be watched as she caressed her full, luscious breasts. One in each hand, she pushed them up and held them, at the same time twirling a finger over and around each pert nipple.
I leaned closer and kissed her deeply on her open mouth, feeling her breath, sharing it, then directed my attention to her breasts which I could simply no longer resist. She pushed them up to meet my lips, and I drew large circles with my wet tongue atop the soft mounds until reaching her firm, sensitive nipples, then sucked and nibbled on each, trying my best not to ignore either. I allowed a free hand to roam over her smooth stomach and down between her legs, which opened widely to accept my touch. Bree shuddered ever so slightly as I grazed her clit, so easily exposed through the soft, wet flesh.
With a flat, open hand , I pushed firmly against her opening. Warm moisture gathered at the surface and onto my hand; in a deliberately slow and sensuous fashion I smeared it all over her pussy and inner thighs. Bree stretched her legs open even wider in apparent approval of my efforts to please her. Her back arched, pushing her breasts out-- taut, firm, and still shiny-wet from my saliva. I revisited each for one last, lingering session of sucking and nibbling before leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach to the glistening region below.
Nimbly re-positioning myself before her, I placed a hand on each of her knees, pushing them apart. Ever so slowly, I lowered my head and blew, sending a cool stream of breath over her steaming wetness. Bree squirmed on her hips and giggled in an attractively girlish fashion as goosebumps momentarily dotted the surface of her long, normally smooth legs. "Just relax," I whispered, trying hard not to laugh myself, those being my first words to her since our lovemaking began.
Gently, I ran a finger up and down her slick slit and then strategically placed my hands on her thighs, close enough in so that with just a little pulling I could expose her for my eager tongue, extended but relaxed, as it negotiated it's way into the wet, quivering folds. Bree shuddered and her breathing took on a quickened pace. I felt her hands on my head, and her fingers running rather stiffly through my hair, unintentionally knocking me out of my careful alignment. I stopped my tonguing, and took firm hold of her wrists, planting them on the bed, at her side, in stern but playful restraint.
"I'm going to make you come now," I declared, lowering my mouth to her once again. First with the flat, top surface, then with the tip, I pretended to "write" her name with my tongue as it worked it's way over and around her most sensitive spot. A large cursive capital "B" ran up and down the inner lips of her deliciously wet pussy, and the "r" brought me in closer, working the perimiter of her very receptive clit and resulting in moans of feminine sexual bliss. Bree lifted her hips toward me now, gyrating rhythmically with increased intensity. Her moaning grew higher in pitch through her panting. Maintaining a constant, medium-light pressure, I slowly twirled two "e's," looping her wet, tender sensitivity. Muscles contracted as I sensed a crescendo of pleasurable sensations welling up and throughout her body, and with a relentless quick flickering of my tongue on that precise location, I felt her buckle under wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy.
For several moments, Bree lay still, although her beautiful breasts were heaving with each recovering breath. Her orgasm was an incredible turn-on for me, and my cock was harder than ever. I wanted her badly, but feared that her climax had left her sated or simply unable to proceed. Such doubts were quickly dispelled, however, as she kissed me, deeply and more passionately than ever before, and she spoke to me: "I want you inside me, Mick. Please."
Our mouths remained together as I positioned myself above her and slid my erection up and back the exterior of her pussy, wetting it thoroughly with her sweet juices. Now thoroughly primed, I sank easily into her but proceeded slowly with short strokes, very slowly, gradually working deeper. Bree's hands ran smoothly over my ass and with each plunge pulled me in closer, encouraging even deeper penetration, lifting her hips slightly to match my downward thrusts. I felt empowered by her responsiveness, intoxicated by her beauty. My cock felt huge and warm, tightly enveloped within her silken loveliness.
Just as I was feeling that I could continue forever, a pleasant tightening sensation began to settle into my groin area, the early physiological preparations for ejaculation. I imagined coming deep inside her, spurting wildly and forcefully enough for her to feel it, our fluids mingling within. Or perhaps, I thought, I'd withdraw, if possible, and shoot my load of hot semen over her aching breasts and warm, willing tummy. Since this was my first sexual encounter in over three weeks, I knew to expect an unusually large volume of ejaculate and that the pleasure of my climax would be magnified as well. I'd easily spurt four to six streams of my white-hot liquid lust onto Bree's lithe body, criss-crossing trails over her chest and midriff, only to be rewarded by the sight of her smearing it lovingly all over, giving special attention to her erect nipples. I imagined her there, looking at me, smiling, as she ran her hands over her glazed, cum-splattered tits.
However pleasurable those thoughts, I did not wish it to end, not just yet. I bunched some of the quilt as a pillow for Bree's head, and whispered to her. "Watch me go into you." Her head now elevated, we both watched my cock sliding in and out of her; slow plunges followed by even slower withdrawals, always emerging with a visibly fresh coating of her slippery lubricant. We kissed again as we fucked, hungrily pushing into one another's body.
Perhaps sensing that I was dangerously close to coming, Bree shifted positions. She was now on her hands and knees, her glorious ass before me as I assumed an upright position behind her, standing on my knees, my throbbing cock bouncing in eager anticipation of re-entry. One hand on each side of her ass, I held her steady and firmly, pulling slightly as if to open her to me. Still wet from her pussy, my cock glided over her exposed asshole. I delighted in the spectacle of my rod sliding up and back between her smooth buttocks. Bree was purring with obvious pleasure and pushed back into me, grinding herself into me as I stroked, now holding my cock in place as it rode against her until coming to a stop with the tip at her button-like opening.
Bree was bitting her lower lip rather tensely as she turned her head to me and nodded her silent approval, her face flush in pre-orgasmic glow. She had taken to fingering herself and seemed very close to coming again. "Please, Mick, now..." she somehow managed to say as I pushed my cock into her, past the initial ring-like grip of her anus and then beyond, fully, deeply, and without reservation. Bree shrieked as she tossed her head back, her lower back curving downward most erotically as I felt her beautiful upturned behind begin to tremble through my cock. She was now rubbing her swollen clit with a sense of urgency. I grabbed a handful of her hair and held it firmly, even pulling her head back somewhat as I made one final slow thrust into her quaking ass, stopping only as shivers grew into sharp convulsions that shook her entire body.
Incredibly, I had managed to withhold my own climax long enough to see Bree through hers. But I could no longer restrain myself; too many systems were converging within me and it was inevitable that I was about to explode. Bree had quickly turned herself around and, now on her knees, she had me standing before her once again. One hand lightly squeezed my balls. I certainly would require no further stimulation to come; nevertheless, Bree seemed to know that a light, quick downward stroke of my cock with her other hand, at the split-second before ejaculation, would have the effect of strengthening my contractions and subsequent spasms. In an instant, a long, powerful stream of cum was sent spurting into her mouth, open and eager to receive all I could deliver. With a similar stroke, she directed a second spurt of hot semen into her mouth and over her lips, and then continued to pump out several more ropey strands of cum on and over her face and hair.
On legs too wobbly to support myself, I managed to lie down and pulled Bree close to me. She seemed to be fairing much better than I, and in fact looked more radiant than ever as she ran a single middle finger sexily over her cum-spattered lips, smiling as she gazed into my eyes. Flat on my back now, my erection was but a limp testament to what had just transpired. Bree brought her mouth to mine for one final, deep, soft, and very wet kiss. ......
I woke up feeling unusually refreshed and energetic. Morning sun was streaming in through the glass double doors facing the patio. Kari was already up; I could hear her bustling about in the kitchen and caught the unmistakable aroma of fresh coffee and her famous Belgian waffles. The last time Kari had made those was.... Well, I simply could not remember because it had been so long. Not sure what to think, I stretched and began to get out of bed as Kari came in, carrying a breakfast tray and looking wonderful.
"Stay put. I'm serving you breakfast in bed. After all that sex last night, I'll bet you're starving," she said, grinning.
Kari was right. I was starving. But as far as I could remember, we hadn't had sex in almost a month. "What on earth are you talking about, Kari? Sex? Honey, the last time we.."
She interrupted me before I could finish. "I'm not talking about us having had sex. I'm talking about you and Bree, your fantasy online dream girl for heaven's sake. Do you mean to tell me you don't remember? My God, Mick, I can't count how many times you called out her name! And for all the thrashing and moaning last night, it was all I could do to stay out of the way of you and your tremendous erection!"
Suddenly, she was making sense, and I started to remember bits and pieces of my incredible erotic dreamworld escapade. Images flashed into mind: Bree's sensuous wet lips gliding over my wet cock. The two of us watching as I sank slowly into her. Her glorious ass, shivering in pre-orgasmic ecstasy. An explosion of cum, splashing into her open mouth and over her lips and face.
Somewhat embarrassed, I was brought back to reality as Kari touched my shoulder. "I'm sorry, honey. I guess I got carried away."
"Mick, I'm the one who should be apologizing. I know I've been too busy lately for you, for us. And I want to make it up to you. So you had a fantasy. I'm happy it was a good one. I only have one request."
Slightly off guard, I responded. "What's that?'
Kari set the breakfast tray aside and leaned over to kiss me, softly and lovingly. Then she took off her robe. It seemed like a long time since I'd seen this beautiful woman naked. We kissed some more as her hand began to roam freely across my chest and down to my cock, which had started to elevate when recalling my dream girl. "Tell me, Mick, tell me.... What did Bree do first?
The End
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