So tell me, is a dream considered as cheating on your wife? If so them I am guilty on many counts. Come on what married man has not had thoughts of other women and gotten a hard on thinking about them? It's just that they will not admit it but I am not one of them. I will tell you about my dream and the events that followed.
My wife and I have lived in the same apartment for several years and we have seen many neighbors move in and out, I did not pay that much attention to them until "she" moved in. She was a younger single woman with a young son. I had seen her several times in passing and gave a polite wave and on some occasions said "Hello".
She would give a quick wave or just say, "Hi."
During the summer months I would see her as she would come and go during the day and at night, which was when I first really noticed her. She would always be wearing tight short shorts and a tight tee shirt that showed off her firm tits and ass. As summer passed and winter came on I saw less of her, in two ways: less often and less skin, she was bundled up to suit the weather, but we still exchanged pleasantries as we passed.
It was during the winter months that I had the dream about her it was as big of a surprise to me as the dream itself.
This is my dream from my eyes:
I had just gotten home from work at 1:20 am on a warm summer night I gathered my backpack and lunch box from the truck to go inside. As I walked up the steps toward my apartment I saw her door open, I hesitated for a brief moment before unlocking and opening the door to my place. The timing was right as I saw her step out of her doorway, the light from behind made her glow. I could clearly see her tight golden shorts and cut off tee that barely covered her tits.
That was when she caught my eye and said, "Hi I know it's late but can you help me with something?"
"Sure." I replied without hesitation.
I followed her into her into her apartment still carrying my backpack and lunch box setting them on the floor. She did not say a word she just pointed to the vacuum cleaner. I checked it out and found the belt was off I repositioned and tightened it then turned it on for a quick check then switched it off.
"All done" I said.
"Maybe you can help me with something else!" She replied.
As I turned I saw her shorts drop to her feet, and her tee was already pulled just above her tits, no bra or panties I was stunned for a moment.
She stepped back and sat on the couch then leaned back spreading her legs, placing one foot on the couch and one on the floor as she ran her fingers across her folds. She was completely shaven and I could see she was already wet.
We did not speak a word we did not need to as the look in her eyes told me what she wanted. I crawled across the floor positioning myself between her legs smelling the fragrance from her, it was like a lilac. I placed my hands on her thighs and inched my face toward her soft lips, eager to taste her sweet lips, and that was when my friggin' alarm clock went off waking me from my dream. I was so pissed!
I thought of that dream many times, imagining how it would have turned out and how I would have told her about my dream if I had the chance. It kept running through my mind over and over again. As the months passed I saw her a few times in passing but was unable to talk to her alone, this was never going to work unless I could talk to her alone! I was determined to tell her my secret, but if I did I risked a lot. She could go off on me or even go tell my wife. I had to find a way to tell her so she would be interested and want to know more.
One thought I had was to just show her the story I wrote about my dream and see how she reacted to it, but then I thought if I did that she would have evidence against me if she decided to tell my wife, but would she do that, I could not take that chance.
Every time I saw her I thought of the dream, but she was never alone nor was I, I waited to find the right time to talk to her alone and I would take the chance to tell her my dream.
It had been several months since I had the dream and the night I have been waiting for finally arrived, just as I was getting out of my truck I noticed my neighbors door was open, I walked slowly toward my door when I saw her step out and turn to go to another neighbors just down a few doors, (by the way she was hot also). Just before she turned she saw me and waved, this was my chance without thinking I called her by name.
"Pam can I ask you a question?"
She stopped and turned. She had a puzzled look on her face as I approached her. Being in a nervous state I came right out and said it.
"How well can you keep a secret?" A more puzzled look showed on her face and a slight grin, "I had a dream about you." I continued.
She asked, "Was it bad?"
