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Dirty Dream

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I'm married, and would have bet a million pounds I would never have had a dream like this.


I knew the guy in my dream. In fact, I know him in the real world. He used to go to my church, but left a few years back. He is also much older than I am. I knew him, would talk to him, but that's it.

Yet here in my dream, I was standing there chatting to him and was suddenly aroused. I felt myself getting wet, and also I found myself becoming flirty with him too. I began stroking my hair, shaking it gently, licking my lips and watching for his pupils widening. This went on for a while and then I said that I wanted to masturbate with him. A good Catholic girl like me would never, ever suggest such a thing, especially with someone not my husband, but in the dream, we went to a small room in the back of the church, and I was on all fours with my hand in my panties.

He was kneeling behind me and masturbating. From time to time, I would make sure he saw my vagina by pulling my knickers over. I could also feel his thighs touching the backs of mine as he arched forward.

Then, in my dream, I pushed back. He said "Careful. I'll slip inside if you don't watch out" in the dream, that's precisely what I made him do, until we both came.

I woke in bed with my hand between my legs, and my husband beside me asleep. Somehow, I knew I had not cum. I reached further down and slipped two fingers inside me. I closed my eyes again and imagined this guy fucking me doggy style and at the moment he creamed inside me, I came long and ohhhhhh so hard. I felt myself squirt too.

My husband woke up and asked if I was ok. I kissed him and told him to go back to sleep.

The thing is, that dream was so real, so detailed, and over someone I would never consider a sexual relationship with, yet my orgasm in bed that night was without doubt the best one I have ever had.

In the weeks that have followed, I still think about him....and I've masturbated many times, quite deliberately thinking not about my husband, but about this older man. Each time I've done more things to myself, even fingering my ass. Each time, the orgasms are way better that when I have sex with my husband, even though I have done far more adventurous things with him.

Oh well....maybe sometimes fantasy is better than reality.



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