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Three weeks had passed since I’d confessed my all-too-real dreams to Hanna, my wife. These dreams consisted of me being married to Charlotte who was Hanna’s college roommate as well as the only girl both Hanna and I had slept with. In the dreams, Hanna was supposedly coming to visit with her boyfriend Dale, and things would inevitably turn sexual. There were dreams where we’d be swapping partners, sometimes group sex, sometimes even a little bi action.
The bisexual dreams were the most amazing to me as I’d never before really thought about sex with a man. Yet, somehow, in the dream, I’d be doing all sorts of gay fucking with Dale, either with the girls present or separate from them.
The funny thing was, Charlotte really was coming to visit Hanna and I, and was traveling with her fiance Dale. I'd never really met Dale. He was a children's pastor in a suburb of Miami not far from the town he and Charlotte lived in. So the dreams felt oddly real when Hanna had told me of their upcoming visit.
Before I get too far, let me digress a bit. Hanna, my beautiful wife, is about five-foot-six, has long blonde hair and striking green eyes. Her body is the definition of sin incarnate: her breasts are B-cup and still to this day perky as fuck, a slight pudge to her belly, her ass is two basketballs smushed together, and her legs look longer than they are.
I am five-feet-eight-inches. I’ve got brown hair nearly to my shoulders and brown eyes. I’m in fairly good shape, but no one would ever confuse me with a bodybuilder - I do physical work but I don’t work out. The two of us make a great couple, and an equally great match in bed.
So, after telling her about the dreams, Hanna decided to withhold sex until I told all. It had taken all of two days of Hanna withholding sex for me to tell her my dreams, at least those I remembered. No, I couldn’t remember them all. Hanna’s response to the storytelling was one of the most amazing blowjobs I’d ever received, including her fingering my ass for the first time. Amazing. Completely amazing. I totally recommend it if you’ve never tried it.
And the dreams continued. Sometimes I’d wake in a sweat from some steamy erotic tryst confused to be lying next to Hanna. I’d woken a few times calling out Dale’s name or Charlotte’s to the confusion of my wife. There were a few nights I had no dreams at all, but most nights were just the normal wistful fantasies of a horny man. So, over the three weeks, I’d probably dreamt of sex with one, two, or all three of them half of those nights. Anyway, after three weeks, Hanna finally dropped a clue to her plans.
“Turns out Char and Dale swing when they’re out of town,” she let slip one evening while we were cleaning up after dinner. “She says they have to be...” she whined in mimic to Charlotte’s way of speaking, “'so fuckin’ straight-laced when we’re at home...'” then back to her normal tone, “due to the congregation that they love playing when away.”
I said nothing, expecting her to continue. She finished washing the frying pan before she did.
“So, when they leave town on vacation, they…” she paused, causing me to look at her. She smiled wistfully. I could clearly see her gazing at the non-specific spot we all look at when we daydream. I saw in her eyes that she was reliving the memory of sleeping with Charlotte. “When they’re on vacation, they revel in the debauchery of sleeping with other people.” At least I knew what she was thinking, or so I thought.
Odd coincidence, I’d gone on a few dates with Charlotte two months before I met Hanna. Char and I had done some crazy, college fucking. She was a suitable fuck, but her oral talents left much to be desired. It was years later that I found out Char had been leaving our dates to go fuck her roommate, my Hanna. Hanna shared my view of Charlotte’s oral skills. Still, many times when my eyes were closed, the insides of my eyelids would show a vision of Char and Hanna in a beautiful sixty-nine.
“Go right ahead, Hanna. I mean, as long as I get to watch,” I offered.
Her response was to smile and shake her head, “Oh, you have no idea. None at all…”
To be perfectly honest, I had plenty of idea, just not the right idea.
Our lovemaking that night concluded with the newest addition to our sexual repertoire, this time with a twist. We fucked like crazy, then after her first orgasm, she dismounted from my cock and took it in her mouth. She flipped around and straddled my head as she also lifted my legs. Over the last couple of weeks I’d learned to enjoy her finger (some times more than one) in my ass, and tonight was no exception, only slightly different. This time, when she reached into her bedside table and took out a life-like dildo and a bottle of lube, I knew what to expect. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know where it was headed: straight up my ass.
At first, it was extremely uncomfortable, but not painful. Hanna had prepped me with her fingers enough to relax, but the dildo was quite a bit thicker than her dainty digits. Eventually, however, my ring relaxed enough to allow entry. The sensation was at once both powerfully erotic and substantially uncomfortable. My mind screamed out “Yes!” while my body screamed “Wait!” Hanna didn’t move fast, she was reveling in this newfound kink we shared: she wanted me to enjoy it as much as she did. At first, that was my concern as well.
After a few attempts, copious amounts of lube, undying patience, and a foreign desire on my part to get the whole thing in, we succeeded. I felt the balls of her dildo pressing deeply into my ass cheeks. I felt full, like I really needed to take a huge dump, but it was also rather erotic. I could hardly believe how much dildo I had stuffed in my ass. We paused in our activities, allowing my anus to accustom itself to this revelation of pleasure. Then came the twist.
After slowly fucking me this way for a good ten minutes, Hanna shoved the dildo as far up my ass as it would go just as the orgasm washed over me, a different kind of orgasm, more subtle yet also more intense. Just as the dildo was deep in my ass, my cock was lodged deep in my wife’s throat. All thought had gone from my mind as I was drowned by the wave after wave of ecstasy. Were I anywhere but on my back, I would have collapsed, my body drained of all energy.
Hanna extracted my rapidly dwindling cock from her mouth and swung around so we were yet again, face to face. My eyes were closed, but I felt her lips press against my, felt her tongue part my lips, the felt the deluge of cum slide down her tongue onto mine. That was the twist: I’d never tasted my own cum before.
Here I was, completely drained, my senses overloaded, yet another new sensation and flavor was added to the experience. I honestly don’t know if it was the fact I was drained of energy to resist or if I really liked it, but even this added twist was enjoyable.
That night I slept more peacefully than any other night I remember. It was also the last time we’d have a chance to interact as a sexually active and romantically involved couple prior to Charlotte and Dale’s visit. She worked extra hours to compensate for the time we’d be missing out on at work.
I took the time alone to do some chores at our new place. The boxes were all unpacked or stored in the attic. I fixed up a couple of faulty cabinet doors, hooked up our washer and dryer - all that sort of stuff. I even took time to work on the garage, though the real remodel wouldn’t start until our guests left.
Friday arrived with a flurry of last-minute grocery shopping and more than a few dollars spent on packing our liquor cabinet. Hanna worked late again, coming in with just enough energy to push the peas around her dinner plate before heading to bed. All I could do was look at her lustfully as she trudged towards the bedroom. When I look back, I realize she had planned this entire week: she wanted me wound up, and wound up good.
Saturday morning found Hanna sleeping in with me lazing around the house. I brought breakfast to her in bed: a bagel with cream cheese and some fresh berries. I drank coffee at the edge of the bed while she ate.
“Cal, you’re so sweet. Thank you for letting me sleep in. I’ve been bushed all week,” she said.
“What time do they need to be picked up?” I asked.
“We should be fine if we head out around 4. Their flight gets in around 4:45 or so. She sent me the itinerary. Where’s my phone?”
I chuckled to myself as I watched her searching. “I’ll go get it, babe. You left it in the kitchen last night next to your purse.”
Now, the most amazing thing about the dreams I was having is that I remember clearly how Dale looked. There was no fogginess, no blurred out face. I saw a real face: wavy, sandy blonde hair almost shoulder-length, sometimes held back with a hair-tie; a deep natural tan; playful, silver-blue eyes; a warm welcoming smile that sat naturally on his lips; just a bit taller than me; and definitely in much better physical shape.
I tell you this because when Hanna and I were waiting at baggage claim to meet up with Charlotte and Dale, I recognized Dale (who I’d never met in person) before I recognized Charlotte (who I had at one time known very intimately). He looked exactly as I saw him in my dreams, right down to the half-buttoned shirt with the sleeves pulled up, cargo shorts, and leather deck shoes.
Just as amazing, Dale seemed to recognize me the moment our eyes met. I thought I might be staring, but he just smiled and walked right up to me, hand extended for a shake, and said, “You must be Calvin.”
“Cal. And you must be Dale,” I replied. Our hands grasped each other in a firm grip. “How was the flight?”
“Completely smooth. Except for about two minutes of turbulence early on in the flight, everything was fine.”
Charlotte, who had been in an embrace with Hanna, then came up and made a big show of giving me a loud kiss on the cheek. “Oh, Cal, it’s been so long! How are you?” she asked.
After the initial greeting, we waited for the baggage train to start. It wasn’t long before we’d claimed their baggage and were headed back to the parking lot. The ride back to our place was what you’d expect: Hanna and Charlotte squealing like little girls in the back because they were so happy to see each other, while Dale and I talked about his job, sports, the weather, and that sort of thing. The only real exciting thing about our ride back happened when I pulled into the pizza parlor parking lot, setting off a new, higher-pitched squeal from Charlotte.
“Oh-my-God!” came out of Charlotte so fast it sounded like one word. “Guys, I’ve missed this place!” After that, my ears were pretty much shot.
“We ordered a pie for carry out, but I’m sure they’d let us stay and have a beer,” I was finally able to edge in. “That is, Charlotte, as long as you keep the volume to an inside voice.”
She jabbed me in the arm as Dale, in between laughs, added, “Good luck, Cal. She’ll keep going like this until she hits the bed.”
Honestly, I didn’t think there had been too many changes to the place since Charlotte, Hanna, and I had frequented the place together. However, Char kept commenting, “Oh, the floor is a different color,” and, “They don’t do the churros anymore!” and other such things. We drank our beer and each had a slice while we reminisced on our college days. Dale seemed to be having fun even though none of our memories meant anything to him other than stories of the past. Half an hour after arriving at the restaurant, we shuffled back out with a half-eaten pizza and made our way to the house.
The first day, Sunday, we were all laid back as Char and Dale got accustomed to the altitude. We went to church and came home straight after. We stayed in the rest of the day just catching up and getting to know Dale, and he, us. Dale was… Well, I’m not quite sure how to explain this.
Remember how Dale’s actually physical appearance was eerily similar to how I dreamed of him? Well, his personality was also eerily the same. I saw the same mannerisms I had seen in my dreams: sniffing his beer bottle when he first opened it and before his first sip; tapping out a rhythm with his fingers on his knee; the odd way he’d thumb his nose when saying something funny. So, I had somehow met the real Dale in my dreams.
At one point in the evening, I took Dale out to the garage to show him some of the things I’d started on and give an idea of what I hoped it would look like when I was done remodeling. Away from the women, Dale made a move.
“That’s really cool, Cal. I’m sure it’ll turn out great. I’ve always wanted a pool table at my place but I’ve never had the space for one,” he said when I was done. I handed him a fresh beer from the fridge. “You know, Char still talks about dating you before you met Hanna. I think she still has a thing for you, like maybe there was some unfinished business.”
“Oh really? Well, I’d have to pass it by Hanna, but I’d be willing to ‘finish our business’ if you’re okay with that,” I was mostly joking and tried to laugh it off, but I remembered what Hanna had told me.
“Really? I mean, I love Charlotte and all, but she is still her own woman. I wouldn’t have a problem with you two hooking up while we’re here,” he started. “And, I’m my own man. She has her dalliances and I have mine.”
I kind of figured out what he was getting at, but I wanted him to say it. “Oh, so you guys are in an open relationship? Doesn’t that conflict with your faith?”
“Cal, I may be a pastor, but I’m still a man. Yes, Char and I swing when we’re out of town. I thought Hanna would have told you that by now.”
“She did mention it, but I have learned to never trust that type of stuff. Back in high school, I heard lots of sexual rumors going around. A few times from my own girlfriend, and those all turned out to be total bull. Of course, I trust Hanna. But I still wasn’t sure.”
“So, would you mind letting me take Hanna for a spin?”
“Dale! That’s totally up to her, as is any chance of me getting with Charlotte. We haven’t really discussed that sort of thing and it’s never come up before.”
Dale shrugged it off and we went back into the house. I wasn’t sure how my wife would react to the suggestion of swapping partners, but I also wasn’t too keen on broaching the subject on my own. Hanna with Charlotte was one thing: I don’t know many men that wouldn’t want to watch two women get it on, even if, or especially if one of the women was his wife. But Hanna and Dale?
In my dreams it seemed so natural. Charlotte with me seemed natural in my dreams. Dale and me seemed so, too, though I’d never been with a man. All the uncertainty disappeared the moment we got back to the living room.
Hanna and Charlotte were kissing on the couch, a beautiful sight. I cleared my throat to get their attention, looking over to see Dale with that easy smile on his face as he ogled his fiancée making out with my wife. Hanna looked up, sheepishly but unashamed.
“I told you he wouldn’t go for it without my explicit permission,” Hanna stated.
“Oh,” I managed. “So I’m being set up.”
Hanna came over and gave me a kiss. I could taste her essence mixed with a new ingredient. Then she whispered in my ear, “Tonight you get Charlotte. Tomorrow, she’s all mine. Take her to our bed.”
With that, she pushed away from me and grabbed Dale by the hand. They shared a brief kiss before walking away. My gaze followed the two as she walked him to the guest room. I didn’t know what to do, how to react. That was quickly changed.
“Come here, babe,” I heard Charlotte whisper.
I snapped out of my indecision and saw Charlotte on the couch. I remembered that look, the lust in her eyes, the shortness of breath: she wanted it and wanted it bad. I walked over to her, unbuttoning my shirt as I navigated the furniture. When I got to her, I merely looked down at her. Her hands reached for my belt, unbuckling it. Then her hands continued, dropping my fly. I didn’t move as her hands reached to lower my jeans just enough that my cock popped out nearly fully erect.
Something had happened to Charlotte since the last time we’d fucked almost ten years before. Her oral talents had increased. Maybe she used the internet. Maybe she’d finally given enough blowjobs to learn. Maybe she met a man willing and able to teach her. All I know is that her mouth was no longer a fumbling mass of lips, tongue, and teeth. No, her mouth was a moist haven… No, her mouth was heaven.
Her tongue playfully ran up my shaft. She kissed the base of my cock, suckled at my balls, and tongued the head. Her skills rivaled those of Hanna. Her hands rubbed my thighs and ass, eventually tugging lightly at my balls. Her fingernails softly scratched the bare skin and…
I nearly collapsed. The feeling of this wonderful blowjob was so unexpectedly amazing that my knees buckled. Had Char not pulled me forward, I would have fallen back onto the coffee table.
“Let’s move this somewhere more comfortable,” she offered.
I led us to the bedroom. Unsurprisingly, someone (I’m guessing Hanna) had prepped the room for a night of unfettered passions: the sheets were pulled back, music played softly in the background, and more importantly, a box of condoms was prominently placed in the middle of the bed. I turned to Charlotte and brought my face down to hers.
While I remembered how blah she was with oral sex, I had completely forgotten just how amazing a kisser Charlotte was. The memories flooded back the moment our lips met. She had a way of moving her tongue around my mouth that no other woman has ever attempted. Our tongues were literally wrestling for dominance. Rather than let her get the upper hand, I pushed her onto the bed on her back, throwing her dress up only to find she was wearing nothing underneath.
I could smell her arousal and wasted no time in diving in. My tongue darted in and out of her. I sucked on her lips, biting lightly. I nuzzled her clit. I came up for breath and could feel the wetness of her arousal all over my face. Somehow, during my dive, Char had completely removed her dress and was now completely naked on my bed. She had a condom in her hand.
“Come here, big boy. Let’s get this on and get it on.”
I quickly dropped my jeans to the floor and climbed onto the bed. I had a brief thought of Hanna, but dismissed her from my mind when I heard the screams of pleasure coming from the next room. Charlotte easily grabbed my full hard-on and eased the condom on me slowly. We kissed again. Her hands led my cock to her opening. Our eyes met as we once again became one. We started slowly in order to build a rhythm, but soon our animal instincts took over. She begged for more, harder, and deeper. I gave her all I had.
After a week of no release, I was giving her all I could but trying to hold on. I saw her eyes roll back, felt her body shake, and I could hold back no more. I felt myself release into the condom. I continued pounding into her as the orgasm faded, and finally, her spasms rolled over her.
We kissed as I rolled us over onto our sides, not removing myself from her vagina. That first fuck had been much needed for her, I could see, as much as I had needed it. I pulled out to remove the condom then got up and dropped it in the trash. She was ready with another by the time I turned back to her.
She pushed me onto my back and straddled me. Our eyes locked again, but this time the slow start never really quickened in pace, at least not to the frenzy of earlier. This time, our fucking was deliberate, calculated. We watched each other, learned the signs. This time we reveled in the journey, aiming to delay the destination as long as possible. Our movements were easy, almost effortless. Her breasts swayed, moving like waves on the ocean. She leaned down and we kissed again, our mouths searching each other’s face and neck.
The world had disappeared. It was only Charlotte and me. Nothing else existed as we moved together, colliding then withdrawing then colliding again. The sounds, the smells, the tastes of our lovemaking were all familiar yet new again.
She held her breath, her mouth wide, eyes closed. I felt the liquid flowing from her as it trickled down my shaft, down my balls to my anus. She collapsed on top of me. I continued the movement for just a few moments more before holding her hips hard to mine as I released another load.
We lay like this for a while, Charlotte’s naked body on mine. I eased her to the side so I could remove the second filled rubber. The look on her face was one of blissful satisfaction. I found a pile of towels placed conveniently on the dresser and brought one over to Charlotte.
“Char,” I whispered.
“God, Cal, that was amazing.” She took the towel and dried herself off. “Just wait until tomorrow,” she finished with a sly smile. She rolled over and went to sleep.
I watched as her breathing slowed and steadied. My thoughts drifted back to when we had dated all those years ago, but drifted only until I thought of Hanna. I covered us in a blanket, then drifted into a peaceful, dream-filled sleep.
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