It was just a dream and started innocently enough.
Courtney and I were in bed. She was working a crossword on her phone, as she did most nights, and I was reading. Her foot was absentmindedly rubbing my bare calf as I massaged her naked thigh and hip. This was the routine we had fallen into after eight years of marriage, and we would often continue this way until one of us put down our phone or book, leaned into the other for a quick, predictable kiss, and said "goodnight." Nothing in the dream, at first, suggested this night would be different from any other.
But then Courtney shifted slightly, and her foot rose farther and farther up my leg, slowly teasing its way towards my cock. Her toe brushed against the shaft and pushed lightly against the head a few times. I pressed my hand into her thigh as my cock began to harden, but she stopped, and her foot retreated down my leg.
I pushed my hand between her legs and began massaging her inner thigh, but she only skimmed her foot across my calf and ankle. I tried to entice her to return to my cock with soft finger strokes along her thigh, strokes that often aroused her interest in sex. But, for several minutes, she seemed oblivious to my efforts and her foot only continued its usual aimless rubbing of my calf and foot.
I lightly dragged my fingertips up her thigh and, in defeat, rested my hand on her hip.
But then she began slowly moving her foot up my leg again until it was tantalizingly close to my cock. I brushed my fingers through her pubic hair, signaling my desire, but she moved her foot away, grazed it lightly down my thigh, down my calf, and stroked my foot.
I rubbed her inner thigh gently, and she brought her foot up my leg, stroked my cock lightly, and then retreated. I continued teasing her with my finger, and she repeatedly stroked the entire length of my leg with her foot, each time coming closer and then closer to my growing erection. My hand massaged deep into her thigh, and my fingers tightened into her muscle, silently imploring her to stop the torment and massage my now stiff cock.
Through it all, though, she kept looking at her phone. In the far reaches of my peripheral vision, I could see her entering text from time to time, as if nothing was going on between us - as if she wasn't tempting me and I wasn't responding to her provocations.
And then she covered my cock with her foot, pressing and rubbing with growing force. I moaned with the pleasure, and my fingers skimmed lightly down between her legs. She continued to massage my cock with her foot, and I tried to share the pleasure with her, as my fingers gently stroked her inner thighs or traced small circles in the hair above her crotch, flirting with, but never touching, her clit.
After a few minutes of her rubbing my erection with her foot and me caressing her thighs and hairy mound with my fingers, I began brushing my fingertips over the soft folds of skin hidden between her legs, tracing their contours with slowly increasing pressure. In return, her foot began moving more forcefully up and down the shaft of my cock. As I grazed ever closer to her clit, she whimpered, and her legs opened wider, inviting my fingers to explore her more deeply. I felt her hand on my chest, searching for my nipple.
And yet she continued looking at her phone and I continued reading, both increasing the tension between us by denying anything unusual was happening.
But then her fingers found what she had been searching for, and she stopped teasing. Instead, she squeezed and rolled the growing nub between her fingers and thumb. And then she pinched. Hard. A moan I couldn't prevent escaped from deep in my throat. She pinched again. But harder.
Her foot retreated down my leg, and her hand moved to replace it. I shifted closer to her, making sure she could reach me. Her legs spread even wider, and I could feel the rising heat.
Her hand found my cock. Her fingers stroked the shaft, and her thumb softly circled the head.
"What's this?" she asked, as her thumb felt the wet that had been leaking from my dick. She pressed a finger to her thumb, collecting the moisture.
"I asked a question," she said. "Maybe this will help you answer." She thrust her wet thumb and finger into my mouth, and demanded, "Well?"
I sucked at her fingers and sighed hard and deep. I let my book drop to the bed.
She put down her phone as her hand returned to my cock, her fingers searching for more of the slick liquid. Finding it, she massaged some across the head of my dick and then pushed her fingers into my mouth.
