Dinner was pleasant. My wife and I were out at a nice Italian restaurant with my wife's brother and our sister-in-law. The food was fantastic, the wine was delicious and the conversation was flowing; all of us sharing stories and laughing.
Well, most of us, anyway. Our sister-in-law, Jenny, isn't quite as outgoing as the rest of the family. She has the occasional anecdote to share, but mainly her life revolved her children. She didn't seem to have many of her own friends and she was a stay at home mom, so she only had so many stories to share. She realized that the average person, even relatives, could only listen to so many stories about her children, so she mainly remained quiet and listened to everyone else.
The conversation did turn back to Jenny's preferred topic as the evening rolled on when my wife asked about their plans for a third child. It was no secret that Jenny desperately wanted to have at least one more child, while Jason wasn't as keen on the idea. In his opinion, they had two beautiful children and they weren't getting any younger, so why not just be happy with the family they had?
As the conversation continued, Jason decided to share a story with us that illustrated how badly Jenny wanted a third child. He began:
"Seriously you guys, she wants another kid so badly that she practically raped me!"
"Jason!" Jenny exclaimed, trying to keep her voice down, but obviously shocked at the story he was about to tell.
My wife and I had the same reaction, yelling, "WHAT?!"
"Yeah," Jason continued, obviously not caring about Jenny's objection, "I got home one night after work and was exhausted. I ate dinner, played with the kids for awhile, but I just couldn't stay awake any longer so went to bed around 9:30."
My wife and I were leaned in, listening quite intently. Jenny knew there was no way to stop Jason once he was in the middle of the story, so she just sat there blushing as he continued.
"All of a sudden in the middle of the night, I feel something moving on top of me. I opened my eyes, and there's Jenny on top of me!"
"Like, trying to get you to wake up to have sex?" my wife asked.
"No!" Jason says, "We were having sex! She somehow got me hard while I was still asleep and she was having sex with me. That's how badly she wants to have another kid! She doesn't even care if I'm an active participant! She just wants my stuff!"
"So she was "milking" you!" I blurted out.
We were all roaring with laughter. Well, all of us except Jenny who just sort of chuckled, trying not to be a stick in the mud. You could tell she was pretty embarrassed, but I had to give her credit; she took the story like a champ. I know a lot of people who would have stormed out at that point or at least fumed for the rest of the meal. Not Jenny. She sat there and enjoyed the rest of the evening with us.
We changed subjects, had desert and after everyone had their fill, we paid our tab and left. On the way home my wife and I talked about the "milking" story. We just couldn't believe Jenny would do such a thing; it was so out of character for the woman we knew. We laughed about it a bit more and the two of us occasionally took to calling Jenny "the Milker" in our private conversations.
But as with most things, time passed and the reference began to fade.
A few months later, Jason and I went out drinking with some friends. With the two little ones at home, Jason doesn't get to go out with the guys very often, so when he does get the chance he likes to make the most of it. I'm not one to reign anyone in and I enjoy my nights away, as well, so our nights out often end in fun, a few foggy memories and a pounding headache the next morning.
This particular night was no exception. Beers were followed by shots, which were then followed by many more beers. At the end of the night, neither of us was in any shape to drive home, and since we were closer to Jason's house we shared a cab back to his place where I was going to crash until the morning.
Jason set me up in their guest room and stumbled off to bed for the night. I passed out pretty much as soon as my head hit the pillow.
At some point in the night, I began to have a dream about sex. This is nothing new and it actually happens quite often when I have a lot to drink. You're out in a bar, lots of pretty girls are around and the images stick with you through the night.
The dream was extremely vivid. I couldn't see what the girl looked like, but the sex itself seemed so real. I could seem to actually feel my hard cock sliding in and out of a wet hole. I wished the dream was real, but knowing that it was just a dream I tried to keep my eyes closed and hope the dream would last. Since I was gaining consciousness I knew it would end any minute now and I would be disappointed to find myself in a bed by myself, but I tried to hold on to the dream as long as I could.
To my surprise, the dream wasn't ending. In fact, it seemed to be getting more and more vivid. I could still feel my cock engulfed in a tight hole. I could hear the girl in my dream moaning as if she were right there. Maybe I had remembered the night's events incorrectly? Did I somehow get home that night? Was I possibly in my own bed? Even possibly having sex with my wife?
I was afraid to risk waking up and ending the dream. On the other hand, I would have to miss out on actively having sex if this happened to be real. I decided to chance it and wake myself up.
I opened my eyes slowly, not sure if I was going to see my wife on top of me or an empty room. I shocked when I saw neither.
