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True Story Submission: A Wife’s Dream While Her Husband is Out of Town
🕑 Added 2022-03-30 05:53:40 +0000 UTCHere’s a true story that was submitted through my website. In it, the writer tells a tale of his wife recalling a vivid, naughty, deeply-pleasing dream (or fantasy, really) she had while he was out of town. A dream of her their friend coming over to see her while he knew her husband was away. A dream where they both surrender to the passion they couldn’t help but feel for each other. A dream where she ends up begging him to cum inside her as she lets him take her in the bed she shares with her husband.
It sounds like a very good dream, and similar to ones I’ve had before :) I hope you enjoy the true story.
I’m home finally from a business trip out of town and join her in bed. So, my wife whispers to me that she dreamt about him again last night.
He’s a friend of ours who travels a lot for his job and is very independent, confident, intelligent, and interesting in a kind of rough unkempt way. He is in and out of town often and visits unannounced when he’s back in town.
Her whispered comment seemed a little groggy as she woke to kiss me hello, with my realization that dreams often can leave you with a sense of reality that can seem like an actual life experience. She has dreamt about him before, but she said last night's dream was so real it was particularly overwhelming for her and admitted that it was so much so that she had trouble separating it from reality.
She always seems to have the most vivid sex dreams when I am away on business. The dream started with her home after work wearing a thin light cotton, vivid floral, cross-front dress. She had arrived home and removed her bra and her panties, put on the dress and changed into her sexy summer sandals. She says that she was very aware of the sensation of the fabric on her nipples, making them hard and tingly. Her dress puffed out enough that her breasts and nipples were easily visible from the side she noticed as she looked at herself in the mirror, but she paid it no mind because she was home alone and feeling a bit sexy.
Then the doorbell rang. She said she felt a bit shy and embarrassed but excitedly went to the door hoping something interesting would happen. When she opened it, there he was. The literal man of her dreams. She says that she felt strangely shy, but she felt a flush rising up from her neck into her cheeks. She stammered a greeting and her whole body felt hot and shivered with energy as she stood aside to let him come into the house. After she shut the door, there were several seconds where they just stood looking at each other. She could see his eyes following the line of her black hair, taking in the curves of her body under the dress and her smooth legs.
Suddenly she realized he could almost certainly see her breasts through the thin material of her dress, and he could absolutely see her nipples harden as his lusty stare translated into desire for her.
As she retells the story of her dream, her breath catches in her throat as she thinks about the effect of his gaze and how hungry he seemed for her body. She tells me they find themselves in the kitchen, and before she realizes what is happening, he picks her up and hugs her, as he often does even when I am there, but in the dream, he then sets her down, presses her against the counter, and kisses her hard on her soft, seductive red lips.
In the dream it felt so natural and real as if it he’d fulfilled a fantasy she never knew she had. She has a clear memory of his hard cock pressing against her through his jeans and her dress, and she says he slowly started to kiss his way down her body. In a fit of lust he picks her up, sets her on the kitchen counter, and pushes the hem of her dress up.
He kneels in front of her and she’s hot and wet with desire for him. When his tongue touches her clitoris before she’s certain he can feel the trembling in her thighs. She feels a wave of embarrassment at her desire for another man but is too overwhelmingly caught up in the moment to care. She's pretty sure she called his name out at this point for the first time. As his tongue works her clit and continues to bring her closer and closer to a peak, her upper body arches back, her one of her breasts straining against the fabric of the dress and looks down to see the other breast completely exposed to him as her dress has fallen open. He takes notice and reaches to caress it and gently roll her nipple between his hungry fingers. She said she felt as if she was hit with an electric shock that ran through her as he brought her close to verge of a powerful orgasm. She tells me she almost faints in her dream.
But before she could come though, he stopped and stood up. He wrapped his arms around her, and she wrapped her bare legs around him, her wet pussy pressed against the crotch of his jeans. He pulled her off the counter and led her to our bedroom. She doesn't quite remember how they both ended up naked, but she has a clear recollection of the clothes pooled around his feet before he pushed her down on her back on our bed. Her sense of embarrassment is gone, replaced by her need for him.
She reaches down and helps his cock probe the entrance to her lubricated pussy. She told me that because of his thickness she could only take him slowly as she needed time to adjust. But, she said her excitement hit her in little peaks with each push and that it felt spectacular to be filled with something so big.
Finally he was fully, perfectly inside her, as if he’d always belonged inside her. Then she admitted she’d dreamed of that very thing before and almost immediately went bright red, seemingly forgetting that this was the first time she’d ever mentioned fantasizing about our friend. She did say that she has never before been able to remember every sensation of these dreams before, and because of that she felt obligated to tell me. Plus, I think she knew I’d appreciate her tale of lust.
She said that once he was inside her and sliding in and out of her she could look down to see and feel her tummy rise and fall as his warm hardness filled her up and as he began pushing into her more deeply and more completely.
"Oh yes!" she cried out! She says that he really didn't need any encouragement. There she lay, her legs spread wide, her ample breasts moving in the dimly lit room with every thrust. The sexual atmosphere was electric. Her whole being was focused on the sensation of him now smoothly sliding in and out of her, deeper and deeper, over and over, practically peaking with each stroke.
When the time came, she whispered his name. Begged him to cum inside her. She says that the dream was so intense that it was actually real as she felt him plunging into her over and over. She could feel the heat of his cum spurting deep inside her, the throbbing pulse of it filling her with a satisfying warmth. She said she couldn't wait, even needed to tell me about it. She told me she wanted to make sure I was ok with what he had done with her.
Even as she was talking she had started unconsciously touching herself, caressing her breasts and then her pussy as she lay on the bed next to me.
When she finished talking she just closed her eyes and carried on, touching herself, probing deep with her fingers, letting out little moans and gasps as I lay there, jealous but incredibly aroused.
Then right there before my eyes, she lost herself in the fantasy again, succumbing to him once more. Once again he wasin her mind and in her body and as her fingers plunged in and out of her she imagined him doing the same thing, only with the thick cock she imagined him to have.
When she cums, I hear a faint murmur of his name. She turns to me and looks me in the eye. She is completely flushed maybe a little embarrassed but mostly pink from her excitement, we hug. She asks me if dreams can ever be so real that they are really true. Then she releases me and she rolled over to sleep.
