am I dreaming?
Suddenly I feel wakened by my wife, but the faintest
glow of a forgotten sun can't convince me that I'm not
still dreaming.
It's my wife and she has come to get me off the living
room couch where I had been sleeping, where I will
often retire when I'm afraid my restlessness will wake
her. Now she's waking me up, telling me something
about something. I can't quite make it out but I can
see clearly that she wants me to follow her back to
our bed.
I have to have been dreaming because I was sure that
my wife had been wearing her favorite pair of sweats
as pajamas but in my haze I realized that she is in
reality wearing an incredibly sexy negligee. At least
it seems so. One thing for sure is that dreaming or
awake, my cock is rock hard.
I crash onto the bed but there is no going to sleep
with that hardon. Especially after I wake up enough
to remember that we are not alone in the bed.
My wife snuggles up close to me and she feels good.
My cock throbs in my shorts and the thought hits me
that this is another part of the dream, but it seems
to be a dream we are sharing. I rip down my shorts so
that my wife, as asleep as I, will feel my hardness in
some way, against her ankle and foot perhaps, even as
I travel south to her honey pot.
Mmmm, I can smell her sweet scent that is my favorite
flavor in the world. Especially like now when it has
been exuding its nectar. I waste no time opening her
legs and sniffing her before probing her folds with my
nose and tongue. I rub my stiff dick all over her
sock covered foot as her hips start to softly gyrate
and her breath starts to come in gasps...
I devour her luscious fig until I can tell by her
gently bucking hips that she needs something inside
her while I nibble. It is then that the "someone else"
becomes involved. My wife is rolled slightly toward
me and a thick fleshy stalk makes its way between her
thighs. As I continue to probe my wife's clit with my
tongueI feel something nudging her entrance. Drowsily
I open my eyes a little wider. Under the covers even
the progressing dawn can't give me an illuminated
view, but I can make out the black column of flesh
that presses into her slick cleft.
Again, am l dreaming? Images of my wife being fucked
all over the bed by a large cocked black man dominate
my consciousness, and yes the picture is too vivid to
doubt. My wife has been ravished all night - as if
the cock could claim my wife as its territory based on
the amount of time it spends inside there tonight.
It wants in there again, obviously. All the activity
of the earlier part of the evening when sleep was the
farthest thing away from anyone's mind had not put any
kind of damper on this dark lover's passion, and the
turning in, the turning off of lights only promoted
the lightest sleep, just enough to embed this
night-long dream in our consciousness.
I continue to swirl my tongue around my wife's tender
clit which seems to poke out even more prominently
each time the black cock noses its way into position.
I am way too close and in the wrong proximity to see
it slip past the gates and into the garden, but I can
tell by her halting breath and the tension in her
thighs that she is being filled.
I pull away to see and sure enough, my wife, lying on
her side as she had been while embracing me minutes
before, is being fucked. This fleshy love toy who had
been awakened by my wife's restless need is now
pushing himself deeper into my wife than she has felt
in a very long time.
I crouch by her face so as to take in her breath as it
expresses her level of intense arousal. "Grab my
cock," I tell her.
With my hard as oak penis in one of her hands and my
scrotum in her other, my wife resists the urge to cum,
doing everything in her power to hold back the flood
of what is lookiing the be one of those orgasms from
which it will take her all morning to recover. But
her attempts are futile and I almost come in her hand
myself as she whispers to me that she is coming on
that huge thing sunk so far up inside her.
I slide my knee down and against her vulva so that she
will feel a little more sandwiched between us two men
as she comes down from her peak. As I roll her more on
top of me the thick cock that had made my wife feel so
good plops out and leaves her pussy wanting. Although
extremely sensitive from the climax, my wife can't
help but respond to this more familiar cock that poks
around trying to get an idea of what has been going on
in there. We snuggle close and surrender to our
dreamy states.
This kind of cat-napping never goes very far as the
feelings down there tend to prod the body to wake up.
Our black friend stays involved as well, and my wife
turns from one lover to the other and then back again.
Each of us men fall asleep and are awakened in turn
from our slumber by the orgasms of the others while my
wife just floats in a warm ocean of bliss, at times
not even sure of who is fucking her...all night long,
back and forth like waves on the shore.