u/fidel1982

This happened in a dream I had about my wife and I but it was so vivid I decided to write it up to send to her.

*I’m sitting in a chair by the bed, probably the chair, in a hotel room. It’s in the corner facing the bed, with the window on my left. I’m wearing my usual black boxers, and you’re in bed, just waking up. You’re wearing the same panties you had on Saturday morning and a white spaghetti-strap tank top from Old Navy. As you wake up, you look over and notice that I’m there watching you, but you don’t say anything or move out of the bed. You slowly slip the blanket down so I can see all of you, open your legs, and prop yourself up a little on your pillow.*

*Your hand moves slowly down your body—over your breasts, your stomach, and finally between your legs. You softly trace the outline of your lips, from time to time lingering just a little on your clit. I can hear the occasional soft moan, and I’ve started to rub myself over my boxers, already hard and teasing myself.*

*Your other hand has started to rub and lightly pinch your nipples, which are slightly hard and poking through your top. Now you’re spending more time on your clit, moving your fingers in circles around it. You pull your panties to the side to see how wet you are. You pull your tank top down to expose yourself, then slide a finger inside to get it wet, and run that finger onto your nipple before moaning again. When your hand goes back down, you slide it straight past the waistband so you can touch yourself without any obstruction. I’ve now taken off my underwear, and I’m stroking myself, biting my lip to stay quiet. Just when I think you’ve forgotten about me, you look over and we lock eyes. I’ve never been so hard.*

*You slide down from where you were propped up on the pillows so your head is flat on the bed toward the edge. Your hands haven’t stopped—your right hand is working your pussy, alternating between rubbing your clit and running up and down between your lips as you get wetter and wetter. Your left hand is cupping your breast and tenderly squeezing your nipple. You take your hand off your breast and wave for me to come over to you. As I walk to the side of the bed, I’m on your right-hand side, and you have no hands free for me. You lick your lips, and I gently place my cock near them. You tilt your head slightly back and to the side so you can lick the bottom, from the middle of the shaft to the tip, then swirl your tongue around the head. I gasp and reach down to wet my fingers, rubbing your right nipple while you continue to work the left.*

*With my other hand, I lift my dick up so you can lick my balls a little—if only to delay my finishing for a few seconds. I’m still stroking (as if I could stop myself now), and I tell you, “I’m close… I want to cum for you.” All you can do is moan, “Please…” and I explode. As the first rope of cum hits your breasts, your left hand clenches the sheets. Your legs close around your hand, your body shaking, then quivering. You reach out with your hand and slide it over the head of my penis, and I shiver and shudder from how sensitive it is—which you knew would happen. Then, when you wink at me, I melt inside.*