Kate and I share many fantasies over our years of marriage, we've managed recently to fulfil several and we're looking forward to fulfil more. But in the meantime, Kate wanted me to share a few with you and here's one of her favourites.
Enjoy and comment with constructive criticism please. Remember, I'm not a professional novelist and I don't see myself as one either. I enjoy reading other's stories and I hope you will enjoy reading mine.
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Kate snuck into the bed trying not to disturb and wake me. It was almost 4am and the hen party was supposed to have finished around midnight with Kate expected home around 12:30am. I had waited up until 1am and decided to hit the sack. I hadn't slept a wink - I couldn't call her on her mobile as I'd be accused of not trusting her and besides, she didn't take it anyway - I found it in her purse when I heard it ring just after she'd left for the hen party; it was one of her friends confirming her ETA at the bar in town.
I completely trusted my wife of 10 years and love her dearly. No kids due to a medical issue on my part, but Kate supported me on the issue and said she didn't want any anyway. Deep down I felt she did. She regularly had a night out with her friends, as did I, and it was very rare that she'd get home later than 11pm. On the odd special occasion she'd be home no later that 12:30am and there was no reason why that wasn't going to be the case tonight. Julia was getting married in two weeks and tonight was another special night so when she'd not come home by 1am I wrote it off to the 'one in a lifetime' event of Julia's hen party. But 4am was not funny - we live in a small town with a handful of late night bars that stay open until 1am and three or four nightclubs that throw out their punters by 2am. So where had my wife been for the past 2 hours if the hen party had frequented the late night club until 2am?
I lay there pretending to be asleep as I felt Kate slip under the sheet. It had been a warm summer evening, but even in mid-winter we both slept in the nude.
Kate's breathing was heavy and nervous - was it the alcohol I could smell that was causing her nervous, heavy breathing? She was home, safe, so now I could relax and get some zeds in.
As I began to drift off to sleep, I was bought to complete alertness as Kate began twitching and talking. She was in a deep sleep and clearly dreaming. It wasn't unusual for Kate to wake me when she was dreaming. I listened to her voice, her words not making any sense as her legs and arms moved erratically under the sheet.
"Fuck me, fuck me harder," stood out from her mumbling rhetoric. I listened more intently, taking mental notes so I could discuss her dream with her in the morning.
"Let me suck that big black cock of yours." Bloody hell, what is she dreaming about? I laid there and realised that my cock was equally engrossed in the content of the dream as it began to swell.
I found myself stroking my cock as more random words came from my wife's mouth. I gently touched her breast and felt her nipple was rock hard. This dream must be so real for her. I let my hand slowly move down across her flat tummy until I came across her panties. That stopped me in my tracks. Ever since we've slept together she's never worn anything, not even panties, unless it's that time of the month.
I counted the days in my head; she's not due her period, she's not long had one. Maybe she just forgot to take them off - she's clearly loaded with beer and spirits; hell, how many times have I come home and collapsed on the bed totally clothed?
My finger slid slowly under the silky material of her panties. They were her current favourites; the black g-string that showed off her perfect butt. That brought my cock to full hardness. I slid a finger along her line and immediately noticed how wet my wife was. This was unusual as her wetness didn't usually show unless i pried open her outer lips to reveal her swelling inner lips and pink flesh. I was even more curious now; what was she dreaming about?
Kate's murmurs had quietened down a bit but she was still in the dream.
Then, "Oh yes that feels so good. Suck me, put your tongue inside me." I let my finger slide back and forth a few times before I let it slide into her pussy. I felt her tense around my finger as she mumbled more words from her dream. Her vagina was soaking wet and very hot and slippery. I loved how my wife tasted, so sweet. I brought my wet finger to my mouth. It was then I noticed the odour. I could smell semen on my fingers. Kate and I hadn't made love in two days; this was not my semen.
I felt betrayed and angry. I wanted to wake her from her dream and shout and scream at her. She had fucked another man and that's why she's late home. She's probably been fucking him from midnight to 3am. I was furious, but I was also very aroused. I found myself unconsciously sniffing my fingers. I dipped my fingers into her pussy for the second time and took another sniff. My cock was so hard I thought the top was going to explode. I was imagining how another man's cock would have looked ramming into my wife's hot, wet, tight, cleanly shaven pussy.
I placed my hand back at her entrance as she spoke, "Give me that black cock, I want that black cock. I've never seen such a big cock." Had she fucked a black guy tonight? We had shared a number of fantasies over our 7 year old marriage bed, and some included fucking other people, and others focused on massive cocks and tight pussies. Kate had always insisted that fantasies are exactly that, just fantasies. But had the alcohol removed her inhibitions tonight enough to let a black guy stick his huge black cock into my wife's tight pussy. If what I was hearing from Kate's mouth, her movements as she dreamt and the evidence of another man's semen in her pussy, then she has clearly fulfilled a fantasy.
My thoughts were contradictory; my cock betrayed me with a huge erection.
"Fuck it," I spoke aloud. I slowly pulled down my wife's panties letting the string slip over one of her ankles so I could spread her thighs slightly apart. Then I rolled on top and let my cock slide effortlessly deep into her pussy.
"That's it, fuck it harder, faster," her dream must have been so life-like, and her body felt the effect of my cock in her pussy so as not to wake her from her reliving her fantasy. I felt myself coming almost as soon as I thrust into her. It was a hard fuck, no love making here, not with another man's cum coating my cock.
I exploded deep into my wife. This brought her to orgasm as her pussy went into a number of spasms that tightened its grip on my cock.
I remained stationary expecting her to wake from her dream. She slept. Her murmurs were quieter now. I slid off her letting my cock slide out of her soaked pussy, I never bothered to pull up her panties, they were left at the foot of the bed.
I turned onto my side with my back to Kate and closed my eyes. Surprisingly sleep came very quickly.
I woke and looked at my watch, it was 9:30. Sun beams had found their way past small gaps on the curtained window and painted lines of bright light across the room and onto the far wall.
It hit me like a train - I recalled Kate's late homecoming and her dream and the other man's semen. I turned to find Kate still asleep facing me. Again, I wanted to wake her and scream at her for her infidelity, but I couldn't. I began to recall the events of the early hours and found myself wondering what Kate and her lover had done last night. Where did they fuck, how did they fuck, was it just one fuck or did he have his way with her all night?
I couldn't wait any longer. I gently shook her awake. Her eyes opened slowly as a hand brushed away hair from across her forehead.
"Good morning," I greeted my wife as one eye opened followed a second or two by the other.
"Mmmm, 'mornin'. What time is it?"
"It's 9:30... so what time did you get in last night?"