Neither Rhoda nor I are the sort of people who wake in the morning and are immediately bright and raring to go. We both like to wake slowly, to let the day creep up on us as we lie there and gather our thoughts, especially in winter when the sun isn't up yet either. Often we'll quietly discuss what we have in store for that day, or sometimes we'll make gentle love before rising, and I can't think of a better way to begin a new morning.
This particular day I lay there getting myself together and listening to Rhoda softly beginning to stir beside me in the pre-dawn greyness. I wasn't thinking of anything especially, just letting my mind wander over the week in general while I waited for her beautiful brown eyes to come open.
'I just had the most bizarre dream.' Her voice startled me a little as I hadn't realised that she'd actually surfaced. 'I'll have to tell you before it fades, but it really is strange.'
'Oh, good morning Tom, how are you this fine morning?' I said somewhat sarcastically mocking her lack of greeting.
'No, Shut up. I must tell you about this while I can remember, it's so weird.'
'Okay, I'll keep quiet, and I'll collect my good morning kiss later.' My curiosity was beginning to take hold and I turned to look towards her, propping myself on one elbow.
'Well, I don't really know how it started because I can only remember the last part, but for some reason I wanted to join a sort of religious sect.' She stopped and corrected herself. 'Actually, no, not really religious, but sort of pseudo-religious, like a sort of an occult thing. The type of cult that pretends to be a religion with fertility rituals to cover up sex orgies and that kind of stuff, you know?'
I nodded, intrigued now, and she went on.
'Anyway, in order to join know that I had to go through some initiation ceremony or other, and that's where I start to remember it more clearly, because as the first part of that initiation I had to pay homage to their high priest and high priestess.'
'And how were you supposed to do that?' I asked, half knowing what she might say.
She paused and gathered herself as if not sure if she should, or could, tell me.
'I had to go down on them and make them come, both of them.'
There had been an emphasis on the "both of them" part and she paused again, waiting for my reaction.
'And did you?' I asked, deliberately not reacting. 'In the dream I mean.'
'Yes.'
'I didn't think you'd want to do that with a woman, even in a dream. Are you changing sides' I mocked her gently.
'I'm not turning gay.' She protested. 'And I'd never thought of doing anything like that. But I even liked it - in my dream, that is.'
I leaned out to switch on the bedside light, then hooked my arm over her shoulder and pulled her close so that we lay cuddling side by side in the soft glow. Neither of us wear anything in bed and she felt lovely, her skin soft and warm against mine.
'You'd better tell me everything then, before I think you are.'
I'd always had a bit of a hankering to see her with another woman. In fact, to be honest, I rather liked the idea of seeing her with another man too, as long as I got to fuck another woman as well. It was nothing major, just a vague urge, one of those strange ideas that go through your mind sometimes. I'd never admitted to Rhoda that I had the slightest wish to go wife swapping, mainly because I truly believed that even broaching the subject would be as good as signing divorce papers and I had no wish to lose the woman I genuinely loved. This was the first time that she'd ever expressed any kind of fantasy about being with someone else, so it was a bit of a surprise, and I got the distinct impression too, for no reason that I could discern, that she really wanted to tell me about it and that she'd get a kick out of doing so.
She glanced across at me then stared at the ceiling again, gathering her thoughts.
'Well, you've got to imagine a big room, like a sort of meeting place, with rows of seats facing a raised dais at one end with two throne like chairs on it and a kind of long table to one side. All the members of this cult were sitting looking towards the dais, and I was standing on it with the two leaders, a man and a woman.'
She paused and glanced sideways at me. 'Are you sure you want me to tell you this, because it gets a bit...' She let her voice tail away.
'No problem.' I told her. 'It's only a dream after all.'
'I know, but I don't want you to get jealous, or to think poorly of me.' She reached up and squeezed the hand I'd draped over her shoulder. 'But I'd like to tell you. After all, you're my husband and you should know my innermost secrets, even the ones I dream about.'
I wouldn't have put it quite like that, but I think I understood. In any case I wanted to know just how dirty minded my wife of eight years could get. 'I won't get jealous, I promise. But don't hold back, I want all the gory details.'
'I won't miss anything out, I promise.' She smiled. 'Well, for one thing both the man and the woman were both gorgeous looking. I mean, he was tall and handsome and what a body, and as for her, well, you'd climb over me to get to her any day.'
I opened my mouth to protest but she held a hand up to stop me and went on, speaking just loud enough for me to hear.
'Anyway, they did look good, quite impressive really. They were both wearing white silk robes edged in gold, a bit like a boxer's dressing gown, you know, held together with a sort of gold cord. The congregation, I suppose that's what you'd call the people sitting watching, all had white with red edging, and I had a plain white one on.
The high priest asked me if I was ready and willing to initiated, and as soon as I said yes he stepped forward, pulled my belt undone and slid my robe off, leaving me standing stark naked in front of them all. It's funny but I didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed at all these people looking at me. Then both he and his priestess undid their belts and sat on their thrones, throwing the robes wide open. God, they did look sexy, both of them. They were both fit and toned. She was shaved down there and he had the biggest bloody hard on I've ever seen. He pointed to it as if I hadn't seen it and then said "you may begin."'
I was watching my wife's face as she spoke and I could see her eyes were shining with lust. I have to admit that I didn't mind that, in fact my own cock was stirring at the thought of Rhoda eyeing this dream man's erection up. I also wanted to know how she felt about having another man's cock in her mouth, so I kept quiet and let her continue.
'I'm not sure if I'd been told what was wanted at that point, but it was pretty obvious in any case, so I just knelt in front of him, reached out to get a hold of his hard cock and then closed my mouth over it. My God, Tom, it was big, just the head seemed to fill my mouth without me taking any of the shaft in. It felt hot too. I know a cock feels warm when it's hard because of all the blood going through it, yours does anyway, but this felt a lot warmer than usual and that made it all the sexier. I have to admit that I couldn't slide my mouth right up and down on it, there was just too much of it, but I did manage to take some, and I stroked him with my hand as well so that all of it was being well milked one way or the other. And he must have liked it, because he just settled back in his seat and groaned, letting me get on with it.'
She giggled self-consciously for a moment at this point, her eyes flashing across to mine to seek reassurance. I smiled back at her and waited.
'I knew all the others were watching and I wanted to put on a good show, and so I wanked and sucked him as hard as I could. It didn't take long. You know what it's like with dreams, you think something and it happens straight away? Well it seemed that no sooner had I started than he was pushing up with his hips, trying to fuck my mouth, and gripping hard onto the arms of his throne. I couldn't see his face, but I just knew that his eyes were closed and he was grimacing, ready to come.
I'll tell you what, when he came, he sure came. He absolutely flooded my mouth. I could hardly keep up with it. It wasn't a case of swallow if I wanted to; I had to swallow it just to make room in my mouth for the next spurt. It tasted good though. I thought it might be nasty, but it was lovely and I wanted more.
