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I had been having dreams, odd dreams, about my wife’s college roommate for some time now. They were always vivid and seemed to suggest a sexual relationship between the two of us. Sometimes, there would be other people involved. Sometimes, there were crazy sexual situations that I’d never desired in real life, but in these dreams were my deepest desires. I finally brought these dreams to the attention of my wife and she would laugh.
First, she and her roommate had been friends with benefits during college, mostly as freshmen, but even occasionally after. Their trysts continued until just after my wife and I slept together for the first time, sort of a “farewell to sex” tour. I had never had the privilege to watch, yet the image of my sexy wife and her sexy roommate passionately fucking in the college dorm was my personal fantasy.
The crazy part of all this was that I had gone on a few dates, the last of which occurred about two months before my wife and I met. The sex had been crazy: oral in an abandoned building; car sex at a cemetery; fucking in the dark corners of a dance club.
As I said, these crazy dreams I was having were amazingly lifelike. They eventually broke down walls that had narrowed my view of sex. My curiosity was piqued. My wife and I had just moved from a city apartment into a suburban condo, and the move had only intensified these dreams…
***
“Hey, hon. That was my mom on the phone,” Charlotte told me as I finally put down our last box. We had just moved into a new condo so our whole weekend had been filled with packing and lifting. “I’m going to be leaving town next weekend. Mom is having the surgery done and will need my help while she recuperates.”
That’s not what any boyfriend wants to hear from his girl, not after a hard day of lifting and moving furniture. What was I going to do without her to fulfill my sexual needs? At least it was only Sunday, so I could ravage her until she left. And she was good at it. I couldn’t remember the last time I had to take care of myself. Did I even remember how to masturbate?
“Also, Hanna and Dale are coming over tomorrow evening, remember?” Char continued. What? I don’t remember that. She must have read my puzzled face. “I told you last week.”
Hanna was Charlotte’s blonde, green-eyed roommate in college and the two became nearly inseparable. Not only did they share a room, but from what Char had told me, they also shared boyfriends, and a few times, even shared a bed. While I thought the world of Hanna (her body was sin incarnate), she was too much of a flirt for my taste. When I met the two, in a math lab during our junior year, I lusted after them both, but Char just had that intangible sensuality that to this day has kept me intrigued.
Dale came into our lives about a year after graduation and he and Hanna had been an item ever since. With Hanna being Char’s best friend, I ended up spending quite a bit of time with Dale when the girls went out. We became fast friends, then best friends.
Now I vaguely remembered. Hanna and Dale, our best couple friends, were coming over to celebrate our move. And boy, would we celebrate…
That night, Charlotte and I fucked like rabbits. She was insatiable, as was I. Afterwards we slept entangled in each other’s arms. When we woke, I tried to get one last quickie in before work, but she rejected my advances.
“Save that for tonight. You’re going to love what I have planned,” was all she’d say.
So, when I got home from work around 4:30, I was horny and on the prowl. Again, she shrugged me off, telling me to clean up and help her with dinner. I took a quick shower, washing off the day’s sweat. My hair no longer matted to my head, my body no longer the smell of body odor and sweat, I joined her. I was still a bit perturbed at her rejection, but I had the duty to fulfill my woman’s desires. She flirted with me while we cooked, but ignored any flirtation from me. Cutting vegetables for a salad, I almost cut myself a few times when I noticed just how low-cut her blouse was every time she bent over the counter, her nipples nearly exposed. Her tight jeans accentuated her round ass as she bent over to check the oven, revealing the top of her panty-free ass.
Finally, just after six, and just minutes before our friends were to arrive, she spoke about her plans.
“Cal, you know, Hanna is pretty hot for you,” she mentioned.
“Yeah? Well, she’s a bit of a hot ticket herself,” I replied.
“I know,” she blushed. Char had told me about her excursions with her college roommate quite a few times. I often fantasized about her and Hanna in a sixty-nine, as she had described their unions. I nearly lost myself in the image of my auburn-haired girlfriend burying her tongue in Hanna’s blonde… “But,” she continued, “did you know Hanna and Dale are in an open relationship?”
“What?”
“That’s right. And did you also know that Dale has the hots for you as well?”
“What!?”
“And, while I’m gone, they are going to satisfy all your physical needs.”
“Wait, Dale? You mean, straight-laced, children’s pastor at our church Dale? Dale and Hanna Dale. He wants to have sex with me?”
“Oh, God, yes. You should hear Hanna talk about their sexploits. Says he sucks cock better than she does. But, anyway, here they come. Go get the door.” She nodded towards our new entryway.
“But you want me to sleep with them?”
“We'll talk about it later,” she replied. Then, under her breath, nearly inaudible, she added, “If we still need to.” She repeated aloud, “Go get the door, hon. Hanna just texted from the stairwell.”
I heard the knock on the door. I was speechless as I opened the door and our friends entered. I wondered what Hanna’s eyes were looking at as they came in the door, wondered what Dale’s hug meant as we greeted each other. I felt a hand linger on my ass as we separated and turned to find Hanna nudging me out of her way to the kitchen. Just innocent stuff, right?
We ate our dinner, talking about our new place, Char’s upcoming trip, the floods that had threatened our old place down by the river. At one point, Char got up and asked me to help her get dessert from the kitchen. I followed. We have dessert? We got to the kitchen, and just as I was about to ask what she needed help with, she whispered.
“Are you ready for dessert?” The look on her face was the same one she gave me just before she’d tear my clothes off.
“Right here? Now? They’d hear us.”
“Just listen,” she replied.
And I did. What I heard was the unmistakable sound of a mouth slurping on a long, fleshy rod. I was instantly erect. Char nearly attacked me. Her fingers found my buttons and nearly tore my shirt off. Then, before I could stop her, she had my jeans down around my ankles. Her mouth found my knob and she began kissing, licking, sucking me deep into her mouth.
I was so enrapt in her oral ministrations that I didn’t notice the sounds had stopped in the other room. I didn’t notice that we were no longer alone in the kitchen. I didn’t notice until I felt two pairs of lips, one on each cheek, begin to kiss and lick on my backside. I nearly jumped, but Char steadied me while I regained my balance. I looked back to see both Hanna’s gorgeous face and Dale’s rugged features mash into my butt cheeks. It felt surprisingly good, seeing as I’d never been much of a voyeur nor had any experience with group action. I felt Hanna stand while Dale concentrated his oral assault on my crack. Hanna gently persuaded me to bend over, allowing unfettered access to my asshole. Somehow, my legs had been spread ever so gently and slowly.
As amazing as a rimjob from Char was, I’d never felt another man’s scruff rub into my ass cheeks while he tongued my hole. I rested my head on the counter in front of me. Oh, my God, this was a completely new sensation: rimmed by a man while my woman sucked wantonly on my manhood. Hanna lifted my head, then sat down on the counter directly in front of me. Her sex was glistening. I couldn’t stop myself, I dove in.
She tasted of salted honey. But, as I lapped away at her muff, what really got my attention was what was going on at my rear entrance.
I felt a nudge on my exposed anus that wasn’t a tongue. Either Char or Dale was massaging my hole with a finger. That wasn’t new. Char had done this before, but I was fairly certain it was Dale. I accepted the new sensation. I tried to show I was willing, though I was still hesitant. The finger pressed into me, and WOW! The feeling was an interesting combination of lust and pain. I felt a sharp thwack! on my ass, accentuating my lust. The finger eased its way in, then out again, in then out. I felt the tongue rimming my hole again, then the finger returned, this time with company. Two fingers worked their way into my virgin ass. I could feel the stretch. Oh, God. I was going to let this happen, wasn’t I?
***
“Calvin!” I heard Char speak. My reverie shattered into reality. The doorbell rang. “Cal, go get the door!”
I looked around. I was definitely hard as a rock, but my clothes were still on. Char was taking the roast out of the oven. Oh my God! What just happened? Did she really say all those things? Are Hanna and Dale really in an open relationship? Do they both fancy me? Where did that gay shit come from? I’ve never had thoughts like that, much less a daydream. Wow, self. Just wow.
I went to the door. Hanna greeted me with a smile and a rather rambunctious shimmy of her upper torso causing her large breasts to jiggle back and forth. I went in for a hug so I wouldn’t stare.
“How’s it going, Cal? Let’s see this new place you guys have.”
I thought I caught her sniffing at my neck like I do with Charlotte. I know her left hand brushed my butt on the way into the embrace, then again, lingering this time as we separated. Interesting. I never noticed she smelled of lilacs.
“Hanna, welcome to our humble abode. Where’s Dale?” I asked her.
“He’s looking for parking. He should be up soon.” She looked around. “I guess we should wait for him to start the tour. Oh! Here,” she shoved a bottle of Cabernet in my hand. “House warming gift slash dinner beverage.”
She then used both her hands to pull me in for a kiss. No! Not now. Not another daydream! Her lips grazed my cheek. Just a peck on the cheek, which I returned just in time to see Dale at the doorway.
“Hey! Nice place, shitty parking. What’s up, Cal?”
We hugged as Hanna closed the door.
“Just waiting on you to get here so we can start the grand tour. Follow me.” I led them to the kitchen where Char paused in stirring the gravy to greet them.
“Dinner is just about done. Meet me at the table in five minutes,” Char said after hugging our guests hello.
After our brief stop in the kitchen, I showed the living room. Most of the furniture was in place, but the main decoration was the pile of boxes still packed with our belongings. Dale made a few suggestions for TV placement and such while Hanna talked about color schemes. I then led us to the bathroom.
“Wow. I bet you and Char have already christened that shower. It’s huge!” Hanna exclaimed.
“I don’t kiss and tell, Hanna. You know that,” I joked back at her. My mind was still dizzy from the daydream, and dizzier now that she’d brought up sex.
Then Dale piped in. “If you haven’t already, you better get on it. Hanna and I may just have to do the honors otherwise…”
As I turned to lead the way out of the bathroom, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Hanna removing her blouse, her voluptuous bosoms almost free. I felt the hand on my shoulder guide me to her. Yes, Dale was urging me towards his wife as he fished his own erection out…
***
“Hey, snap out of it, Cal! We’ve got things to do before Hanna and Dale get here. You go shower and then come help me finish here in the kitchen.”
Another crazy daydream, I must be getting sick. I hopped in the shower, hoping the running water would clear my head.
The temperature was just right as I stepped in. I felt the warmth cascade through my hair and down my face, washing away the sweat of the day and the haziness in my mind. I couldn’t help but bask in this newfound clarity for a few minutes, enjoying my returning sanity. Finally, I began to wash, starting with the shampoo, paying extra special attention to massaging my scalp. Again, the stimulus helped to rejuvenate my exhausted mind and body.
Just as I was lathering up the washcloth, I heard the door open.
“Char, hon, I’ll be out and ready to help in 5.”
I didn’t hear a response. All I heard was the shower curtain moving to allow entry. To my extreme surprise, it wasn’t Charlotte that entered the shower: it was the unclothed goddess physique of a blonde Aphrodite stepping in.
“Hanna? Whoa, slow down…”
She stepped close, hands reaching behind my head, pulling me in. Her lips were pursed, her eyes staring into mine, her beautiful green eyes. I felt my resistance disintegrate. I lowered my mouth to hers and we kissed. I felt her left hand gently fondle my rapidly growing erection. The bathroom door opened again and a few moments later, Charlotte had crowded in with us.
I watched as she massaged Hanna’s back, as she placed delicate kisses on Hanna’s neck. I hugged Hanna and pulled in Charlotte for a passionate kiss. She winked at me, then knelt down behind Hanna, urging her to bend over. I ogled at my girlfriend for a moment as she spread her friend’s legs, then began to tongue her. However, my enjoyment was magnified by the amazing oral attention Hanna was now administering to me.
This lasted a few minutes before I felt the familiar twinge in my groin. I had to pry Hanna off my cock, but she straightened, her blonde hair now soaked and matted to her head. She turned to Charlotte, kissing her deeply.
I couldn’t help but notice Hanna’s beautiful buttocks, there in front of me, waiting to be fondled, spanked, kissed. I brought the girls closer to me, my erection pressing hard against Hanna’s backside.
“Char,” I heard Hanna say lovingly. “Your boyfriend seems to want my ass. Should I give it to him?”
Charlotte merely let out an evil laugh. “Cal,” Hanna said lovingly. “Calvin…”
***
“Calvin! What are you doing?” My God, another daydream. Char looked at me like a mother looks at her ailing son. “Are you okay? You’re looking flushed.”
I was in the kitchen, cutting carrots. Well, I had been cutting carrots but apparently had stopped. My hands were both on the counter, my head down. I felt dizzy, uncomfortably warm, out of breath.
“Oh, sorry, just tired from the move and work,” I lied.
“Well, it looks like part of you is wide awake,” Char gestured to my growing erection. “Better hide that before our guests arrive. Otherwise, they may get impure thoughts, and we wouldn’t want that, at least not before dinner.”
Half the carrots lay uncut on the cutting board. I turned to look at the clock: 5:30. It was still at least a half-hour before our friends would arrive. I felt caught in a time-loop, like Groundhog Day. I picked up the knife, then put it down again.
“Char, is it too late to cancel? I’m not feeling well. I’ve been having these vivid, crazy daydreams. I think I just need some sleep.”
Charlotte pressed the back of her hand to my forehead. “Hmm. You do feel warm. Go get some rest. I’ll take care of our guests.” She led me to the bed and got me a glass of water, then she left me in the dark room.
“Hey, love. Have you guys left yet?” I overheard Char on the phone. “Cal isn’t feeling well. Would you guys mind coming by another night?” A pause, “Oh he has a temperature and is complaining of daydreams. He should be fine. He just needs sleep.” Another pause. “Well, I’ll check with him. Hold on.”
The light hurt my eyes the door cracked open. “Hon, they’re already here, just parking. Do you mind them coming up for dinner? We’ll be quiet.”
“Go ahead. It’s fine, babe. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, sweetie. You get some rest.”
With that, the door closed again. As per usual, I don’t remember falling asleep, but I can tell you I passed out before Hanna and Dale got to the door. I vaguely remember Charlotte coming in at one point to check on me. Words were spoken, but I couldn’t comprehend. She bent close to kiss my forehead. Wait! This is Hanna. Where’s Charlotte? Her lips lingered. I felt her hands tunnel underneath the sheets, searching. She found and began fondling my manhood. I could hardly react. She knew how to handle a man, that’s for sure. Where’s Charlotte? I thought again.
“Our little secret,” Hanna whispered in my ear as my cum shot into her hand. She brought her hand to her mouth to clean off the evidence, kissed my cheek, then laid a cool washcloth on my forehead. I passed out again immediately.
***
I woke in the morning feeling much better. I turned to find Hanna in the bed next to me. She was wide awake, watching me intently. I noticed looks of both concern and amusement on her face, her freckles more noticeable with her emotion. She swiped her blonde locks back behind her ear as she watched.
“Someone was having crazy dreams last night,” she started. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Good morning, babe. Yeah, they were crazy dreams,” I answered. I waited a few moments before continuing. “Remember your little college fuck buddy?”
“Wait? It was Charlotte again? My freshman roommate?”
“Charlotte, yeah. That’s the one. I had a very weird dream about her last night. Again. Actually, I had a few weird dreams about her last night.”
“You know, ever since I told you that she and I had thing freshman year, you’ve been caught up in her all over again. I don’t see why, I mean, she was a good kisser, but she has no clue how to go down on a woman.”
“Don’t worry, hon. The story played out a bunch of ways in the dream, but I always ended up going to you,” I tried to reassure my wife. “And as I remember, she wasn't any good at going down on a man either.”
Hanna laughed. “Tell me about this dream. I want to know all the raunchy details.”
“So, they all started basically the same: Charlotte and I had just moved into a new place. You were married to some guy named Dale, a children’s pastor or something. You and Dale were coming over to help celebrate our move…”
“Wait. Stop right there,” Hanna interrupted, a suspicious look on her face. “Did you eavesdrop on my phone conversation last night while you were stoned?”
“No. Why?” I asked.
“Charlotte called. She said she and her new fiancé, Dale, are coming out to Denver next month. And yes, Dale is a children’s pastor…”
***
As it turns out, the weed I'd been smoking to ease the cramps and strains on my arms and legs had been lightly dusted with some hallucinogenic substance. Hanna had been on the phone at one point that evening, but my experiences had been altered and enhanced due to the extracurricular substance. She had even at one point come in and stroked me to orgasm, apparently at my request, so that part was real. According to her version of facts, what I heard as "our little secret" was instead "It's okay, honey."
Two days later, Hanna brought up the dreams again, asking for all the down and dirty details. I had shied away from answering her requests until she finally gave me an ultimatum: there would be no sex until I tell her what happened in my dreams.
When I finally gave in, she gave me an exquisite blowjob as only she could do. I was lying on the bed on my back and she kept pushing my legs back. Eventually, she pushed my knees to my chest. After those dreams, I should have known what to expect, but I was still surprised when I felt her fingers messaging and tickling around my asshole.
“No, honey, please don’t…” was all I got out before the inevitable happened. I felt her finger enter me with delicate insistence. Her finger found something I’d never noticed before. She wiggled her fingers against the nub in my anus as though she’d done this before. Without warning, I unloaded in her throat.
“Nice, baby. Someone likes that,” she giggled after swallowing. “I’m going to have to talk to Charlotte and see what trouble we can get up while they’re here.”
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