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Now I knew that there was this seed that had been planted -- and I certainly didn't know back then if it was a seed I wanted, or a seed she wanted, or we were just playing around, or maybe all three. I just knew that watching her cum while thinking about taking two guys at once was fucking hot, and that it was something I wanted to bring up again.
Things went a slightly different direction first, though.
Over the next few weeks, I don't think either of us brought it up. We just continued on with our sex lives as normal, and it didn't come up. It was probably about a week or two later when I woke up one morning after having a vague dream about Sam and her best friend Noreen, who now lived across the country. It was clearly a sex dream of some kind, but I couldn't really remember. But when Sam asked how my night was, I said, "Good. Had a little dream about you and Noreen..." And she sort of arched her eyes and said, "Really? What was it?"
"Tell you later tonight," I said.
She could have shrugged it off or just laughed, but she said, "Oh, one of those kinds of dreams." She moved in closer, pressing herself against me. "You sure you want to wait to tell me til later?" Now, under most circumstances, I would have caved, but I wanted to see how far I could push it, so I knew I'd need a take or two in her, and it was still morning and she had work soon. "Yeah, let's wait until tonight."
All day, I thought about how best to approach it, and when she got back from work that day, I kept dropping little hints about the dream (even though I really barely remembered it at this point). At dinner we had some wine, and afterwards, some sort of cocktail, and by the time the evening really got started, we were both buzzed and the walls were down... I wanted her to bring it up first, and it didn't take long.
We were on the bed, fooling around, and I'd been between her legs and licking that amazing pussy for a few minutes when she said, "I want to hear about your dream."
So I came up for air and laid down next to her, and just started rubbing her nipples lightly as I spoke. "Noreen had come to visit, and was staying with us. And something was wrong with the bed in the guest room, so she had to relax in bed with us. And pretty soon we were all naked and screwing around."
Sam's eyes were closed, and her voice was soft. I could tell she was picturing the scene. "Were you fucking her?" Sam asked me.
Now, this is a delicate situation. My wife is not a jealous woman in general, but she's still a woman, and this is her best friend since they were little k**s, and you never have any idea how these things can go. So since I really didn't remember the dream at all, I decided to play it safe and start out a little different, see how far I could push it.
"No," I said. "She wanted to lick you." And when Sam moaned a little bit, I knew I'd hit the right button. "And you let her. You spread your legs wide, and she put her lips right on your clit."
At that point, Sam's right hand drifted down, and as I spoke, she began to masturbate. Keep in mind, this was about 15 years ago at this point, and I can still picture it like it was yesterday -- that's how hot it was for me.
"Noreen was licking you up and down, and I just sat back and watched. You were lying on the bed, and she was on all fours, her ass up in the air, her lips and tongue all over your pussy..." And Sam's breath started coming harder as her fingers rubbed her clit faster. So I decided to take a little chance --
"And then Noreen asked me to fuck her, and she asked you if it was okay, and you said you wanted me to..."
I waited to see if Sam would react negatively, but she just kept fingering herself and moaning, so I continued:
"So I got behind her and grabbed her hips, and I shoved my dick inside her."
Sam was nearly cumming now, I could tell. "Yeah?" she nearly screamed, "you were fucking her? You were fucking Noreen while she was -- she was --"
"While she was eating your pussy. And I started fucking her harder, and she was screaming for it. I had my hands on her hips and every time I hit it, her mouth would press harder on your clit. And I slapped her ass and she started to come, and she sucked as hard as she could on your clit, and then you started to come, and her pussy clamped down and I had to shoot, so I pulled out and shot all over Noreen's face and your swollen little cunt --"
And with that, Sam went into overdrive, and sent herself over the edge. She's never been a full-on squirter, but she gets incredibly wet, and I could see the sheets start to darken just a bit beneath her pussy lips.
As soon as she came down -- it took a good two minutes -- she turned to me with an exhausted smile, and I couldn't help it, I said, "Well, at least I think that's what happened. I don't really remember the dream at all."
And she laughed and blushed, because she knew I'd made up the details of the dream just to get her going, but she'd clearly loved it.
So we're lying there, just fiddling with each other, waiting for her to come down a bit before the next round, and she said, out of nowhere, "But what about Justin?"
Justin was Noreen's boyfriend at the time (now husband), and of course I hadn't thought to include him in the story. "Well, he wasn't in the dream," I said truthfully.
"Too bad for him," said Sam.
"Too bad for you," I replied.
Sam smiled and closed her eyes again. "Mmmm, that's true."
Here we were again -- about to enter this territory. It was thrilling and a little scary, but I had to press forward. "Maybe he was there. I mean, in the dream. If he was, it probably would have been a little different."
"You think?" she asked.
"Sure. I mean, I probably would have still fucked Noreen, but then Justin would have wanted to fuck you."
By this point, Sam's fingers were already going back toward her pussy. She always takes a good time to be ready again after a hard come, so it was kind of surprising, but clearly she was interested.
"Would you have let him?" I asked. "Fuck you?"
It took a good ten seconds -- agonizing seconds -- for Sam to answer. But then she said, "Well, it's only fair."
That's my wife -- courteous.
But then, the coup de grace, some proof that she'd been thinking about this on her own time, or at least considered the matter, as she added, out of nowhere:
"I bet he has a nice dick."
Things went a slightly different direction first, though.
Over the next few weeks, I don't think either of us brought it up. We just continued on with our sex lives as normal, and it didn't come up. It was probably about a week or two later when I woke up one morning after having a vague dream about Sam and her best friend Noreen, who now lived across the country. It was clearly a sex dream of some kind, but I couldn't really remember. But when Sam asked how my night was, I said, "Good. Had a little dream about you and Noreen..." And she sort of arched her eyes and said, "Really? What was it?"
"Tell you later tonight," I said.
She could have shrugged it off or just laughed, but she said, "Oh, one of those kinds of dreams." She moved in closer, pressing herself against me. "You sure you want to wait to tell me til later?" Now, under most circumstances, I would have caved, but I wanted to see how far I could push it, so I knew I'd need a take or two in her, and it was still morning and she had work soon. "Yeah, let's wait until tonight."
All day, I thought about how best to approach it, and when she got back from work that day, I kept dropping little hints about the dream (even though I really barely remembered it at this point). At dinner we had some wine, and afterwards, some sort of cocktail, and by the time the evening really got started, we were both buzzed and the walls were down... I wanted her to bring it up first, and it didn't take long.
We were on the bed, fooling around, and I'd been between her legs and licking that amazing pussy for a few minutes when she said, "I want to hear about your dream."
So I came up for air and laid down next to her, and just started rubbing her nipples lightly as I spoke. "Noreen had come to visit, and was staying with us. And something was wrong with the bed in the guest room, so she had to relax in bed with us. And pretty soon we were all naked and screwing around."
Sam's eyes were closed, and her voice was soft. I could tell she was picturing the scene. "Were you fucking her?" Sam asked me.
Now, this is a delicate situation. My wife is not a jealous woman in general, but she's still a woman, and this is her best friend since they were little k**s, and you never have any idea how these things can go. So since I really didn't remember the dream at all, I decided to play it safe and start out a little different, see how far I could push it.
"No," I said. "She wanted to lick you." And when Sam moaned a little bit, I knew I'd hit the right button. "And you let her. You spread your legs wide, and she put her lips right on your clit."
At that point, Sam's right hand drifted down, and as I spoke, she began to masturbate. Keep in mind, this was about 15 years ago at this point, and I can still picture it like it was yesterday -- that's how hot it was for me.
"Noreen was licking you up and down, and I just sat back and watched. You were lying on the bed, and she was on all fours, her ass up in the air, her lips and tongue all over your pussy..." And Sam's breath started coming harder as her fingers rubbed her clit faster. So I decided to take a little chance --
"And then Noreen asked me to fuck her, and she asked you if it was okay, and you said you wanted me to..."
I waited to see if Sam would react negatively, but she just kept fingering herself and moaning, so I continued:
"So I got behind her and grabbed her hips, and I shoved my dick inside her."
Sam was nearly cumming now, I could tell. "Yeah?" she nearly screamed, "you were fucking her? You were fucking Noreen while she was -- she was --"
"While she was eating your pussy. And I started fucking her harder, and she was screaming for it. I had my hands on her hips and every time I hit it, her mouth would press harder on your clit. And I slapped her ass and she started to come, and she sucked as hard as she could on your clit, and then you started to come, and her pussy clamped down and I had to shoot, so I pulled out and shot all over Noreen's face and your swollen little cunt --"
And with that, Sam went into overdrive, and sent herself over the edge. She's never been a full-on squirter, but she gets incredibly wet, and I could see the sheets start to darken just a bit beneath her pussy lips.
As soon as she came down -- it took a good two minutes -- she turned to me with an exhausted smile, and I couldn't help it, I said, "Well, at least I think that's what happened. I don't really remember the dream at all."
And she laughed and blushed, because she knew I'd made up the details of the dream just to get her going, but she'd clearly loved it.
So we're lying there, just fiddling with each other, waiting for her to come down a bit before the next round, and she said, out of nowhere, "But what about Justin?"
Justin was Noreen's boyfriend at the time (now husband), and of course I hadn't thought to include him in the story. "Well, he wasn't in the dream," I said truthfully.
"Too bad for him," said Sam.
"Too bad for you," I replied.
Sam smiled and closed her eyes again. "Mmmm, that's true."
Here we were again -- about to enter this territory. It was thrilling and a little scary, but I had to press forward. "Maybe he was there. I mean, in the dream. If he was, it probably would have been a little different."
"You think?" she asked.
"Sure. I mean, I probably would have still fucked Noreen, but then Justin would have wanted to fuck you."
By this point, Sam's fingers were already going back toward her pussy. She always takes a good time to be ready again after a hard come, so it was kind of surprising, but clearly she was interested.
"Would you have let him?" I asked. "Fuck you?"
It took a good ten seconds -- agonizing seconds -- for Sam to answer. But then she said, "Well, it's only fair."
That's my wife -- courteous.
But then, the coup de grace, some proof that she'd been thinking about this on her own time, or at least considered the matter, as she added, out of nowhere:
"I bet he has a nice dick."
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