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The Dream

by Thor4u <thor4u@my-deja.com>


I am a deep sleep...the kind of deep sleep that only comes from a
combination of loneliness, too much red wine, and two nighttime aspirin. I
discovered that strange combination of ingredients more than three years
ago, desperately trying to fill the void left in my life by my beloved
husband's frequent business travel. The loneliness brought the wine, the
wine brought the headaches, and the PM aspirin (which contains a very mild
sedative) brought relief. But this combination of ingredients also brought
something else -- the dream. 

As the dream starts, I am lying on my back in my bed, completely nude. My
athletic body, beautifully toned by almost daily workouts at the gym,
belies my 41 years. It is the body of a 25 year-old woman and I'm very
proud of it. I'm especially proud of my luscious 38D breasts, which my
loving husband, Frank, paid a fortune for. 

Since my teenage years, I've always had beautiful breasts, and when you
have great tits you get used to the admiring looks and nice compliments.
(Oh, men don't ever really tell you about your great tits, but the guys at
the office will stare at them and tell me how nice I look, or how pretty
my new dress is -- that kind of thing.) But as I got into my late 30's, I
started noticing that all the young girls, including many who had
previously been flat-chested, were now getting boob jobs. 

So I got one, and it turned out wonderful! My former 36C's were made just
a little larger, a little rounder, a little fuller, and viola! I got the
boob job four years ago, back when my son Jimmy was just 13 and first
starting to sneak peeks at his pretty mother. Ha! I had a lot of fun
creating opportunities for that little tiger to catch me partially naked,
so he could drool and run off to his room and masturbate! 

Anyway, as I lie on my back, bathed in the moonlight coming in the bedroom
window, I am a vision of loveliness and sexual desire. 

You know how you sometimes wake up -- especially after you've been
drinking -- and you're not exactly sure where you are? That's how this
dream starts out. I rise from the deep sleep to a state that I can only
describe as half-sleep -- it's like I'm stuck somewhere between being
asleep and being awake. 

I'm still lying in bed and my eyes are still closed, but I seem to be able
to see light and shadow in the room, and I sense more than see that they
are familiar items in my bedroom a chair, the dresser, the bathroom door,
etc. It's as if I'm squinting through my eyelids, afraid to fully open my
eyes, and that gives me this surrealistic, dark and hazy view of the room.

I don't exactly recognize the room, but I know I am dreaming, I sense that
I am in my own bed, and I also sense two other things. One is that there
is something unusual about the setting something that doesn't quite fit
in, or something out of place. The other sensation is a comforting one I
know, deep in my soul, that I am completely safe. 

But soon, the emotion and energy in the room seems to shift. I get the
strangest sensation that I am not alone in the room but that it's okay.
For the first several months I had this dream (and I've had it at least
once a week for more than three years), that was as far as the dream went.
I would get this vague feeling of someone in the room with me, the
reassurance that it was okay and I was safe, and then the feeling would
recede and I'd drift back into a deep sleep. 

My dream developed a little more each time I dreamed it. It always started
exactly the same way, but as the weeks and months went by, the dream got
longer, more defined and clear, and something almost like a script seemed
to be followed. It was like when you work on one of those big jigsaw
puzzles that take months to assemble and you leave the puzzle on a table
to revisit whenever you have time. Every time you come back, the completed
portion of the puzzle is still there, although it doesn't make much sense
yet, and each time you add a few pieces and the picture hidden in the
puzzle gradually takes shape. That's the way this dream evolved. 

Over a long period of time -- I'd say almost a year -- the picture in the
dream tediously revealed itself. The dream came to consume my life, and it
still does. The only thing that drags me away from thought of the dream is
the return of my husband Frank from his business trips. Then I am too
filled with happy thoughts and happy times with Frank to be ruled by the
dream. But the moment Frank walks out the door to go on another trip, my
thoughts return to the dream. 

Tonight will be the last night for the dream. Sadly, and yet joyously, it
must come to an end. Times are changing, situations are changing, I am
changing -- and the inexorable passage of time has finally brought the
dream to it's last curtain call, as I always knew it must. Tonight, I will
wake up for good. 

You are going to share my last dream with me, but you are missing the
baffling, frustrating, and tantalizing second-by-second evolution of this
dream that I lived through. As the dream unfolds, please remember that
each little step in the dream actually took weeks to unfold. That slow,
tantalizing revealing of the entire dream has been the most sexually
exciting series of events in my entire life. And I am a very, very sexual
woman and have been since my teenage years. 

And you are also going to miss the excitement and wonder I felt as I not
only watched the dream unfold, but learned that I could influence its
direction, contribute to its intensity, and encourage its development into
a wonderful, beautiful experience. It's been a wonderful journey. 

************
As I drift upwards from my deep sleep, I am vaguely aware of the familiar
surroundings of my room. I am naked in my own bed, lying on my back, my
voluptuous body fully displayed, with no sheet or bed-clothing covering
it. I am displayed that way for him. 

I feel a presence in the room. I can't see anything or anyone, but I know
very well who it is. First I sense that the presence is a person, then
that it is a male person, and then that he is moving from my open doorway
toward my bed. I sense that he is looking at me -- no, studying me is a
better way to describe his look. He is intrigued by my sensuality. I sense
that he is moving closer to the bed, and now I get the distinct feeling
that this mystery man is tall and thin. 

I also sense that his interest in me is both romantic and sexual, but that
it will manifest itself through raw sexuality. His gaze is so intense, and
the dream is so realistic, that I can almost feel his eyes taking in every
detail of my beautiful breasts. I shift positions very slowly and
carefully; I have learned through long experience that any sudden move
will cause him to fade quickly from my presence and the dream to end. 

As I shift positions, I slowly draw my hand across one of my
breasts...very lightly. I find the nipple and caress it gently, moaning
softly from the pleasure I experience. He comes closer, and I can almost
feel his heartrate and breathing increase as I slowly, deliberately tease
my nipple to hardness. 

I shift positions again as he watches silently. His presence fills the
room, blocking out the sensations of the familiar furniture. The feeling
is so intense, he seems to be standing right next to my bed now, easily
within reach -- but I don't reach out for him, and he makes no attempt to
touch me. All of my thoughts are focused on his probing eyes, and the
needs of my desperately needy body. I gracefully slide my other hand down
to my petite vagina, which by now is glistening with lubricant and
tingling in anticipation. 

I dip one finger in the sweet nectar of my sex, emitting an audible moan
as I do. He likes it when I moan! I begin to play my now-slick pussy like
a fine violin. Sometimes, I do this for a long time, but not tonight. I
have found the power to vary the dream, so I am able to change both the
order and duration of various parts of the dream. I have no control over
him, but my actions definitely influence his. So tonight, I only tease my
eager pussy into dripping anticipation, making sure to arch my back,
rotate my hips, and move my tingling sex into various positions which will
allow him a clear view of exactly how excited I am. 

Then, I return to my breast. I was stroking it lightly before, but now I'm
getting hot and I'm kneading both breasts with my hands. He is starting to
get really hot too, and I can almost hear his breathing getting shallow. I
arch my back again, thrusting my breast upward while kneading them in a
motion that almost resembles milking them. He knows what that means. He
drops to his knees at my bedside and carefully positions his face in such
a position that when I move around, my stiff nipple will graze against his
extended tongue. 

I glance off his tongue, and gasp with excitement! The dream is so vivid
now that I can almost feel the actual touch of his tongue on my nipple and
the coolness of the moisture as I pull away. I play a game of hide and
seek with his extended tongue, moving my eager tit from side to side
toward the edge of the bed like I'm searching for his mouth. My eyes are
still closed, but I know exactly where his drooling mouth is. But I don't
go there at first, I tease and search, glancing off his tongue a couple of
more times before finally "locating" his thirsty lips. 

But finally, I find him. Very, very cautiously, he takes my hard nipple in
his hot mouth and begins to suck softly. It almost feels real, and it also
almost feels like he knows he has to be very gentle or he will wake me up.
For years, as this dream has unfolded, I have longed for him to suck my
big tits rudely, bite the nipples, and really set me on fire. But that
can't happen in a dream. That would end the dream. 

As he softly sucks my nipple, I am kneading the other tit with one hand,
and have returned to gently stroking my dripping pussy with the other. For
a very long time, this was where the dream would end. I would bring myself
to a roaring climax, his presence would fade from my consciousness, and I
would drift back downward into my deep sleep. 

But I have learned to prolong this delightful dream. As he sucks my breast
and I work my pussy, I also begin making sucking actions with my full
lips. I'm noisy about it, and there comes a point where he can't stand it
any more. Soon, he stops sucking my breast. For a moment, there is nothing
except the feeling of touching myself, and vague movement as he adjusts
his position beside my bed. 

Then, very tentatively, I feel the light touch of a cock on my sucking
lips. I reach for it with my drooling mouth, but pretend to misjudge. He
changes position slightly, I move slightly. And as I do, I slide two
fingers into my dripping cunt and moan loudly. He loves it when I moan. 

Now, still with my eyes closed tightly, I resume my sucking search for his
stiff cock. I find it, lightly touching it with my pursed lips, pulling
away slightly, and then returning with a little kiss right on the piss
hole. The dream is so real at this point that I can feel the heat from his
body and I know that he is also naked. I even have the sensation of
pre-cum on the tip of his throbbing dick, and I lightly lick it off. Then,
I carefully take just the head of his cock in my steaming mouth. Now it's
his turn to moan! 

There was a point in the development of my erotic fantasy that the dream
ended here. We would get to this point, he seemed to sense that I was
going to wake up and his presence would fade into nothingness and I would
drift back into oblivion. But that was long ago. 

I suck lightly on the head of my dream lover's rigid cock, noting
appreciatively that he has a big dick. In my dream, my lover's cock is
somewhat longer than my husband Frank's dick, but not quite as thick. 

[I should tell you that Frank and I got shitfaced at a party one night
with a bunch of our friends, and all of the girls actually measured their
husband's dicks with a ruler. Frank won with 7 inches, and his cock was
also the thickest. So, if my dream lover's cock is longer than Frank's, he
must be pretty well hung! But hey, it's my dream! I can have any size
dream dick I want, right?] 

I tease my dream lover's sweet cock for a short while with my magic mouth
and tongue. 

[I've never actually been much of a cocksucker, because Frank always wants
to cut right to the chase so I usually only give him a little head as a
warm-up. I'm not complaining, by the way. Frank is an absolutely wonderful
lover. I just wish sometimes he'd let me give him a complete blow job.
I've done it dozens of times in my dreams, actually developing into a
delightfully- skilled cocksucker, but I've never actually sucked Frank off
all the way in more than 20 years of really satisfying marital sex.] 

But in my dreams, I am a blow-job artist of the highest rank. And as I
sense the urgency growing in my imaginary lover, I decide to just take him
to that magic place quickly. (This is the most special of our many dreams
together -- our last one -- and I have a full agenda planned!) So I suck
him with all the skill of a street whore, and he quickly erupts in my
mouth. The feeling is so intense, I can almost sense the overflowing cum
running down my cheek as I struggle to swallow as much of his precious
nectar as I can. I can actually sense the heat of the cum and feel the
ragged panting of my dream lover as he revels in ecstasy from the
unexpectedly aggressive blow job. 

Now we come to the strangest part in the dream. As you might expect, for
months THIS was the point where the dream ended. But now, it is the part
where it ends and then resumes. I guess my subconscious guided the dream
this way because the feelings were so intense at this point that I might
wake up and lose the dream. At this point, my dream lover recedes from my
consciousness, and I can actually feel his presence fade from my darkened
bedroom. I lick the excess cum from my lips and drift back into
nothingness. 

But in a little while (hours, minutes, seconds...who knows?), I drift back
upwards to my half-sleep state and the dream resumes. For a few minutes, I
am alone in the room. And because my lover may have gotten off, but I
haven't, I begin to masturbate. There is no playing around at this point I
am frantic for a big orgasm. Sucking my dream lover's big cock has made me
incredibly horny, so I jill my happy cunt eagerly. 

He enters the room a couple of minutes later and finds me lying across the
bed, with my ass pointed toward the door. I am face down, with my knees
pulled up under my torso. My entire weight is supported by my head on the
pillow and my knees on the bed. My butt is up in the air, and both my
sopping pussy and my wanton asshole are deliciously displayed to my lover
as his presence is first slightly noticed, but then moves closer and
permeates the room. As my silent lover looks on admirably, both of my
hands are frantically working me to a shattering climax. My left hand
thrusts into my slippery cunt like a jackhammer as my right hand eagerly
lubricates my throbbing asshole with K-Y Jelly. It is show time! 

I explode in a tremendous climax as my appreciative lover watches. I can't
see him, of course, but I can sense him and I know his big cock is
rock-hard and ready to service me. He lets me catch my breath for a
moment, but I stay in the same displayed position because I know very well
what is coming next. 

Slowly, and almost clumsily, my dream lover's big cock slides in my
well-lubricated vagina. She closes around him, happily squeezing him, and
then we both start humping. This is a moment I would change in the dream
if I could. I would like this to last longer, but that is just not
possible. We fuck like a thundering freight train for only a few brief
moments and then explode together in an enormous mutual climax. I shake
and shudder and so does my dream lover, but somehow he manages to keep his
entire 8 plus inches buried in my trembling cunt. 

Because this is a dream, my lover recovers instantly. His big cock goes
half hard only for a few seconds, and then regains its rigid splendor as
he continues to stroke it in and out of my happy pussy. Then, he withdraws
and my heart jumps. 

My dream lover nudges the head of his mighty cock against the pulsating
rosebud of my asshole. There is no hesitation by either of us as he slams
his big cock into my restless chute. The sensation is so realistic, I can
almost feel my sphincter relax as she greets her faithful friend. 

[I have always wanted Frank to fuck my ass, but he won't. We tried it
once, but he's too thick and it was painful. But more important, Frank is
a plain-vanilla fucker and he thinks buttfucking is nasty.] 

I think it's nasty too, but I love it now! That's why I designed my dream
lover with a long, but not too thick cock! Hey...it's MY dream! 

Again, alas, the fucking has to be quick and intense. Again, that is
something I would change if I could. My sweet dream pounds my ass
mercilessly as I frantically stroke my clit, and again we explode
together. It is wonderful, absolutely wonderful! We collapse on the bed
and the sensations are so intense, I can almost feel my lover's weight on
top of me. We rest and catch our breath. 

This is the part I hate...the end of the dream. In a few brief moments, my
lover's presence will recede and he will fade away, out of my
consciousness and I will drift back to my oblivion. 

But tonight I have a surprise for my dream lover. Tonight there will be no
silent parting. Tonight is the end of the dream...the real end...the final
ecstatic encounter. It has to be that way; the movement of time dictates
that. My life...our lives...move on, whether we want it to or not. We move
from place to place on the wheel of life, from stage to stage, from role
to role. And, after years of stability and incremental changes, the stages
of our lives are rapidly changing now. So tonight there will be no silent
parting -- there will be an awakening. 

Throughout the evolution of my wonderful dream, there were many precious
treasures that I had to forgo, because to enjoy them would have woken me
up and driven my magical dream lover away. Tonight I'm going to wake up
anyway -- because it simply must be -- and that will kill the dream. But
I've decided that if the dream has to end, let it end in the middle of one
of those pleasures I have denied myself for so long. 

And what are those, you ask? My God, you have sucked your dream lover's
cock like your own husband won't allow, you've fucked him, he's even
ravished your slutty ass! It doesn't seem like you've deprived yourself of
much. 

Ah...but I have! I've let him fuck me, sure, but I've never held him in my
arms. And when he has taken me, it has always been from behind, never from
the front because both he and I were afraid I would awaken. And I've never
allowed myself to speak to him, for the same reason. 

But tonight, I will. If the dream has to end -- and it does -- let it end
this way. 

So as I feel my dream lover start to withdraw his now-flacid rod from my
rectum, I allow that. He always does that very slowly and gently, so as
not to wake me. Then, he supports his full weight with his arms, like in a
pushup position, removing his weight from me very delicately, again to
avoid waking me. I usually just lie there quietly, reliving the wonder of
the night, but knowing that his next movement will be to gradually fade
from my consciousness. 

But tonight, I move slightly. I shift to the side, and freed of his
weight, I roll over on my side. My dream lover is now suspended above me,
afraid that any sudden movement will wake me. I sigh slightly, with a
blissful smile on my face. He likes it when I sigh. 

Then, before he can resume his exit, I turn more, squirm more, and he
freezes in time and space. I have now rolled partially on my back, and
before he has a chance to react to that, I gently place my hand on one of
his hips. I sigh again, roll completely onto my back, and move my other
hand around his other hip and hold him around the waist. Then I let out a
contented "Ummmmmm..." and gently pull him downward. 

My dream lover is just where I want him now. He has a decision to make. If
he lays on top of me, as I am encouraging him to do, I might wake up. And
also, given the history of this dream, if he lays on top of me I might try
to get him to fuck me again, which also is likely to wake me up. That is
EXACTLY what I want him to do. If it has to end, let it end like this. 

On the other hand, if my dream lover resists and pulls himself away from
me, that too might wake me up. Especially if I try harder to pull him down
to me (which I will) and he has to pull away more forcefully. That is
almost guaranteed to wake me up. 

As I hoped he would, my dream lover takes the less risky of two dangerous
courses. He very gently lowers himself onto me. He's not getting off that
easily, and I squirm around until his rapidly hardening cock is at the
entrance of my hot pussy, and then I effortlessly take him in me. My dream
lover lowers himself onto me even more and begins an extremely gentle
grinding motion, tenderly thrusting his big cock further into me. 

This is the first time ever -- in more than three years of these wonderful
dreams -- that my dream lover's muscular chest has pressed against my
bulging breasts. Even in a dream, the sensation is incredible! And my
dream man is even more excited by the feeling than I am, which absolutely
thrills me! 

I want so much to kiss him and drive my hungry tongue down his throat, but
I know that is too dangerous. I settle for a wonderful long, slow, loving
fucking the first time we've ever fucked face to unseeing face. We both
have a beautiful slow, flowing orgasm perfectly timed, perfectly together.
My dream lover, though, continues to support most of his weight with his
arms for fear of waking me. I know we will linger in this tranquil
position only a few moments and he will once again begin to withdraw from
me and fade away. 

But while he may be uncertain and afraid, I am not. I know what to do
next, and I am not afraid to do it. The dream is going to end anyway --
might as well end like this. 

So, I purr happily, squeeze my arms around his waist and begin to guide
him to one side. Again, Dream Lover has a decision to make go with it, or
resist and try to leave. Again, he decides to go with it, as I hoped he
would. He rolls over on his side, his mighty cock still throbbing in my
delighted pussy. 

But I don't stop there. I roll him over further, cooing and moaning
happily as I do. He likes it when I moan. 

Finally, to his great surprise and my great delight, my dream lover is
lying on his back. I am sitting on him, proudly impaled on his stiff
shaft. I have my eyes tightly closed, of course, but in my dream, my
lover's eyes are wide open! He is transfixed by the sight of my beautiful
breasts and he relishes the new and different feeling as my hot pussy
engulfs his big dick. 

And when I begin to hump him slowly, my dream lovers excitement turns to
astonishment! This is the magic moment of truth! For more than three
years, in my dreams, my wonderful lover has worshiped me with his eyes so
lovingly I could almost actually feel it. But now, we have it all! I ride
him like a stallion for what seemed like a half hour. Slow, a little
faster, slow, a little faster. 

As my experienced pussy humps his mighty cock, my dream lover's eyes
narrow. He has tunnel vision now, focusing only on my bobbing and swaying
tits. Of course I know that, so I gyrate in time with my long, deep
fuck-strokes, so that my magnificent tits will provide him with a show to
remember for eternity. 

Finally, I get down to the real hard fucking. I am fucking him like a
tigress now, flailing around on his stiff shaft and then driving my hungry
pussy down on him until every inch of his big cock is buried in me. I
drive him hard and fast now sometimes I bend over to let my big tits rub
his chest in time with our fucking, and sometimes I arch backwards to
deepen his penetration and provide a spectacular tit-flailing show. 

I am arched as far back as I can and fucking my dream lover as fast and
hard as I can when he begins a screaming climax! 

"ARGHHH!!!! UH! UH! UH! UH! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He roars in my
dream. 

It is so intense and so real, my magic dream lover's cum jetting into my
pussy feels like someone turned a fire hose on! But I'm not done with him
yet. As he shakes and shudders to yet another climax, I ride my stallion
as hard and fast as I can. Every muscle in my vagina grips his cock and
massages it as I pound him, and pound him, and pound him. 

In reality and in truth, I have never, ever fucked a man like I fuck my
dream lover now! My eager pussy fucks him a hundred miles an hour. 

I challenge him, actually speaking to my dream lover for the first time --
if it has to end, let it end like this. 

"C'mon big dick! FUCK ME!!!!!!!!" And I frantically fuck him faster and
harder than I ever thought possible. 

He explodes in the orgasm of a lifetime, and as soon as I feel the first
lurch and the first blast of cum, I cut loose... 

"CUMMMMINNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!" I moan loudly. He LOVES it when I moan! 

It feels like every cell of my body explodes in orgasm! I keep fucking him
as I collapse onto his chest. I am exhausted and completely spent, but I
can't stop humping my dream lover's mighty cock and I can't stop cumming.
It feels like I cum for a solid three or four minutes, and I am delighted
that his big cock is still hard as a rock. I slow the pace of my humping,
but my pussy is still squeezing him and I'm still working him. I know
we're done, but I just can't get enough of him. 

I melt into my dream lover's arms, nuzzle into his tender neck and begin
sobbing quietly. And when he hears my sobs, he cries softly as well. We
cry for a few minutes as I nuzzle his neck and he strokes my slender back.
His big cock is still buried in me and it is still fully rigid. He is so
over-fucked it will take his erection a while to go down. 

Finally, we stop sobbing and we just nuzzle and hug happily. My dream
lover is making no exit moves now and neither am I. If it has to end --
let it end like this. 

And at long last, I know I must be the one to break the spell. I must be
the one to speak. It is my dream, only I can end it. 

I raise up slightly nuzzling up to my dream lover's ear. I am almost
overwhelmed with love and ecstasy. I almost can't do it. 

"Ummmmmmm........" I whisper in his ear. 

"Ummmmmmm........" he replies happily. 

"Oh God...you are so fine!" I purr. "You are SO FUCKING FINE, Jimmy.
So...fucking...fine..." My voice trails off to an inaudible whisper. 

".......mom?" A tiny, terrified voice asks timidly. 

"Yes, sugar?" I reply. 

"Mom...are you awake?" The terror is palpable. 

"Yes, sweetheart...I'm awake." I coo. 

"Ohmygod! How long have you been awake, Mom?" my now completely-panicked
son asks. 

"Oh, gosh, I don't know. How long has it been?" I tease. "A little over
three years, I think!" 

"But Mom!!! I mean...What...." 

"Shhh. Shhh. Hush baby...we're both tired...let's just go to
sleep.........................." 

And so...blissfully -- and for the first time, honestly -- we drift off
into a wonderful, contented sleep. When we awaken for breakfast, we will
awaken to an entirely new world.

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