Dream 

Charlene and I had been married for the past eight years.  We got engaged right out of college, I got a job, we promised each other that we'd wait to have children until our income could make ends meet.  That was eight years ago.

We live together in a northside condo.  I work as a marketing coordinator and she is in advertising for a for a local fashion designer.  That's how she met John.  

John was the junior art designer, hired on temporarily to assist with a advertising campaign.  My wife and him got close and remained friends even when he changed jobs to work with a major retailer.  I know you're thinking I should've been jealous, but I met this guy and he's as gay as Liberace.

He took my place for all the activities I hated to do with my wife- shopping, jogging, walking the dog, going to plays, etc.  I didn't mind them becoming best of friends, on the contrary, I considered it a blessing.  

Our love life left much to be desired and the times that previously were spent wrestlinh around the bedroom, were now spent finishing up that recent project from work, reading a book, or getting a much appreciated nap.  After marriage we were on fire.  After three years were were still smoldering.  Now there's barely a glowing ember.  Sex has become a monthly chore for her and I've been disenchanted from the frustration and disappointment.  Sex at a monthly interval always leads to horrible performances.  Neither of us minded, we just adapted and channelled our energies into our careers.

John had moved into a condo three floors above us and came over with regularity.  Not a Saturday passed without my wife and him ending the night sitting on the couch, giddy from a bottle of wine and a joint.  She had always been against pot while we we're in college, in fact she was the reason why I had to give it up.  But now, having it reintroduced into her life from John, she has developed a great appreciation for the power of the high.

One weekend they returned from a night at a renouned poetry bar.  They were bubbly and had already polished a few.  I was watching FoxNews, laughing at the propoganda, when they arrived asking me if I wanted to get stoned.

Of course I agreed, and I changed the channel to the cartoon network while John lit up a joint he pulled from his eyeglasses case.  We all sat on the couch with Charlene in the middle.  Taking a hit from the joint, I understood why Charlene discovered a new love, the weed had to cost well over $100 for an eighth.  The flavor was citricy, the smoke was smooth, the heart didn't race and the high was anxiety free.  At least the first half hour.

We cracked up at the television, drank grapefruit juice, ate cheese and crackers and practiced reading each other's mind.  My wife tried reading mine, "You're thinking about whether I'm able to read you're mind or not."

"That's simple," I said, acknowledging her success.  "Try something not so surface level."

"You doubt the mystical powers of Charlene," she said addressing herself in the third person.  "Here's something.  You're wondering if you'll sink your tool into me tonight."

"Not bad, but still to obvious," I admitted.

"You hope that I'll slip a finger in your ass while you jab your thing into me," she said getting more honest.

"Oh, you're so lewd," John giggled.

She turned to him and said, "Oh sweety I haven't even gotten started."  She turned back to me, "You're hoping that I get behind you and give you a good rimming.  You're wondering how I know you have such an anal fetish."

I was blushing, she did hit a couple nails on the head, but she directed my thoughts rather than read my mind.  I was a little embarassed that she'd expose me in front of John.  "I don't have an anal fetish.  We haven't had butt sex for years, you'd think I'd have pressured you to do that sort of thing if I had an anal fetish."

"Oh, sweety, don't get all defensive," she said with mocked concern.  "I was just reading you're mind, like you thinking if John ever considered nailing me."

"Don't get me involved," John said with false disinterest.

Addressing me she added, "Or him nailing you for that matter."

I got up, hoping that my bulging pudge wouldn't attract attention.  I saw stars on the periphery and felt the impact of the high.  Gathering my wits I said, "You just want to expose me to John so that you could feel the thrill of some perverted fantasy that you're keeping to yourself.  And after all these years we've never pushed our fantasies on each other, even though I've voiced them in the past, and now you so readily use them to make me feel ill at ease, but still, you never bothered helping out mine, so I won't help yours now."  I felt like the victor, that I had put her in her place.

She said to John, "D'you see how much he wants to be sandwiched between you and me?"  John just shrugged and I went off into the bathroom.

My heart was beating rapidly and my muscles were all jittery.  I paced the tile with thousands of thoughts shouting down my reason.  I imagined her motives and assumed that the marriage was falling apart.  I wondered if she ever loved me, if she was just playing a role and waiting for me to die so she could get my life insurance.  Maybe she was secretly and slowly trying to kill me.  Maybe the pot was laced with poison.  I couldn't remember if I had seen either of the others actually take in a hit.  Were they doing some Clinton style smoking?  Did I smoke that entire joint to myself.

I imagined myself having a heart attack.  I stared at myself in the mirror urging my will to take control.  After taking an aspirin and guzzling down some water, I brushed my teeth and left the room.  I saw Charlene and John on the balcony drinking wine and smoking a cigarette.  She touched his shoulder.  Feeling rejected, I hit the liquor cabinet and downed a few fingers of scotch.  Next thing I knew I had drank a quarter of the scotch, stripped out of my clothes, crawled under th covers of our bed and had a pay per view porno muted on the television.  

I didn't care if Charlene would put me out.  This was my life damn it and I'll do as I please and think for myself.  I don't need her to try to embarass me to effect my desires.  Maybe that was her fantasy.  I remember taking out her KY-Jelly but after that I felt fatigued and decided to rest my eyes a moment and gather my strength before I jerked off.  Then I assume I passed out.  You can never know these things for sure.

My dreams were all warped and distorted.  At first, I dreamt that I was riding a giant tongue.  Every time I talked in the dream the tongue would bounce up and down and flick around.  I had to lay flat and hold onto the ridges of the sides in order not to slip off.  

The mouthe would open, now and then and I'd get a glimpse of the world outside it.  I saw two girls swimming in a pool and they were making out with each other.  This was the same situation as the porn I had been watching.  I tried to see more but the tongue would bounce around too much for me to ever really get a good look.  

Knowing that I was dreaming, I tried to imagine myself in a sexual event.  At first images of my wife flashed around.  I had her take her clothes off, but then John showed up in the dream.  I was a bit disappointed but didn't feel inclined to stop.  My mind, my playground.

Charlene took off John's clothes.  In no time he was standing there with his long pointy cock fueling my arousal.  Charlene stood close behind him and wrapped around to stroke his cock.  She was talking but it sounded like everything was underwater.  She started to twist around and I saw flashed of her nude frontal  figure at intervals.  It got closer and grew to such proportions that it dwarfed my being to the size of a pea.

Her obstructing head pass my vision like a scrolling marquee.  It descended down to my crotch.  When her huge head freed my vision I saw John in the background pumping his shaft in long strokes. 

A warmth engulfed my cock.  I saw a buldging mountain of hair rising and falling in rhythm.  Something was spinning rapidly around the head of my dick.  Looking back at John, he was double the size, gliding his hand over his pole like before.  Redirecting my attention back to the mountain of hair I saw my wife's enormous eyes staring back at me, my cock was blocked by her distortedly large nose.  Unable to face those eyes I looked back at John.  He was replaced with a gigantic cock with long and wide fingers zooming over it to a regular measure.

The mouthe I was in, was open wide, closing infrequently, allowing me these great views, but when it faced the gigantic cock appeared it opened even more.  The dick rotated until only an enormouse head could be seen.  I saw the glands under the head, the large slit that was glistening from a coating of precum.  I began to wonder if this was my own cock and I was in the mouth of my wife.  The head grew larger and congested the entire opening of the mouthe I was in.

I felt suffocated and blinded.  But the pleasure from my own cock was incredible.  I decided that the mouth I was in was pleasuring me so I tried to guide it.  I let the helmet of the invading cock slide over the tongue.  It was like I could feel the silkiness f the head and the hardness of the shaft.  The veins buldged out and the roof of the mouth was grazed by the smooth head.  It slid in and out, the foreskin shifting out of tune with the shaft.

Strangely the arousing sensation coming from my own cock disappeared and it felt cool like after getting out of the shower.  The huge cock slipped out of the mouth and it opened up to the girls making out in the pool again.  Then there was what felt like an earthquake.  Everything shifted and tilted and when it stopped there was a major change in balance, yet it was rather comfortable.  There was no pressure for the back and it almost felt like I was floating.

A weird tickling started around my balls.  Everything was tingling down there.  I felt the sensation drift lower and passing my perineum it centered around my anus.  The titillation made it feel warm and slippery.  A slick pressure pushed on the sphincter.  The mouth shifted and I was able to see my wife holding up a pair of bent legs.  They were my legs.  She had one leg leaning against her shoulder and another spread and held to the side.

I was enjoying the sensation.  It felt like the one time the wife rimmed my asshole.  I've had dreams like that before, unfortunately Charlene never helped make them a reality.  

Thinking it was odd that Charlene could be holding up my legs and still pleasuring my asshole, I looked at my crotch.  The waves of dark brown hair that was bouncing around was quite different from the dishwater blonde of my wife.  A suspicion slowly grew that this was John between my legs.  

This wasn't my first gay dream.  I've had a few over the years.  Usually, I force myself awake, but once in a while I'll just roll with what develops.  As if on cue, John rose, from between the legs and knealt before my crotch.  I could recognize my cock pointed at my navel.  He took over the holding of my knees and my wife slipped to the side.

I felt something slipping around the crack of my ass.  John was like a statue, his head upturned and his body motionless.  But the slippery pressure concentrated at my sphincter.  I knew what was happening in the dream.  I knew perfectly well that what was slipping around was the head of his cock.  I knew that the thick prick was about to stretch and fill my asshole.  I didn't resist.

I felt the mushroomed head slip passed my tightened ring.  It was clamped down so hard that he had to push to get his foreskin to follow the helmet.  A groan echoed in the air.  I knew I was making it difficult, so I tried to release my sphincter.  Somehow it worked and the cock was making progress into my virgin ass.  

I felt the tip push against the prostate.  Butterflies danced in my stomach and the world became alight with electricity.  Everything felt more real like a lucid dream.  I could see my wife laying naked on the bed, her feet near my head and her face studying the cock invading my ass.  She was stroking my thighs, adding to the flutter in my abdomen.  She looked back at me, her eyes were back to normal.  She smiled and leaned toward my crotch, taking my cock in her mouth.  The feeling was unreal and the whole time I could feel John's cock grazing against the prostate.

He must have pushed himself in the length of his shaft.  I felt his balls resting in the crack of my ass.  Just when I was getting comfortable with the feelinf of fullness, he started to withdraw.  This was more rapid and the emptying of my bowel felt wonderful but in no comparison to the sensation of the cock brushing against the prostate.  Soon that was happening again, followed by a great emptying and it repeated quicker and quicker from then on.  

Charlene was still focused on my cock, but only swirled her tongue around the tip.  I think she was watching the ass action.  John was rocking his head from side to side and his body bobbed with each thrust.  The thrusting was getting so intense that I could feel my body rocking.  My ass was welcoming it in with more and more ease.  I began to wish his cock was thicker and longer.  

It seemed my wish was being granted, and his cock stiffened into a rock and sunk even deeper.  Then my wife started to bob up and down and massaged my balls.  She did her patented swirly-flick with her tongue, it would make me cum in no time back when she used to give me head.  I felt the same effect as before.

A heat was growing from my navel, spreading to my ass.  John's concrete cock was pulsating heavily, and he slowed his thrusts.  I could swear that I felt the veins of his shaft expand to a rhythm.  Suddenly there was a twitch and John exploded with a pounding against my ass.  It felt sloshy and sloppy around my asshole.  I felt something dribbling down my crack.  

Charlene intensified her ministrations and that heat that magnified the sensations around my ass slid to my balls and was conquering my cock.  As it traveled the length of my member it tensed the shaft to higher and higher pressures.  My cock head engorged and became as stiff as the shaft.  

I couldn't hold back any more and was dumping load after load into her mouth.  My sphincter clenched tightly around the still pulsating prick lodged in my ass.  It must have been painful because John started to pull out.  The emptying of both bowels and balls caused a shiver to ride up my spine.  My head became all cloudy and my vision faded to static.  My cock hiccoughed one last strand of cum onto the swirling tongue.  The entire world started to slip away.  My cock felt cold and I actually heard my wife's voice say, "Watch I'll make him eat it."  Then my mouth became slippery and after smacking my lips and swallowing I had a strange flavor that haunted me as I slipped into a deeper netherworld.

My other dreams weren't as intense and didn't last through the night.  I awoke sprawled out on the bed naked and hung over.  My ass felt tender, but I figured I just had to go to the bathroom.  I crawled out of bed and made my way to the toilette.  Nothing much came out and after wiping I washed up and saw some drool encrusted on my cheek.  I finished up, got dressed and saw my wife making breakfast.

"There he is.  You freaked out and crashed early last night," she said flipping a couple eggs in a frying pan.

"The weed got to me and I had some fucked up dreams," I said rubbing my temples.

She reached in the fridge and pulled out some bottled water. "Nightmares?" she asked handing me the bottle.

"No, they were all good, just really trippy."

"I bet," she said with a smirk and went back to the eggs.  I guzzled down the water and she finished up with breakfast.  We ate together and after coffee I had to leave to run a few errands.

I went down to the lobby and while checking the mail I ran into John, stepping inside from the street wearing a spandex suit and roller blades.  "Hey sleepy, how's the head feel this mornin'?" he asked.

"Not too good, I shouldn't have had any scotch," I replied.

"That's a good idea, and maybe next time you can be a little less sedated and more energetic," he said with a smile, touching me on the shoulder.  And before I could ask him what he meant he turned to see the elevator door closing and said, "Oops, got to make the elevator, kisses."

I was left holding my keys wondering what was true and what was a dream.

END

-by EroPhite
erophite@yahoo.com