Uh…What?
I woke up very abruptly. My heart was racing at an unbelievable pace. I felt my head throbbing commensurate with my accelerated heartbeat. It is a good thing that I did not have any means to check my blood pressure. It was probably not in a safe zone.
I looked next to me to find my beautiful wife, Jennifer, asleep next to me in an almost comatose state. She looked so peaceful I did not have the heart to disturb her.
As I reflected back, I tried desperately to retain these memories racing through my head. Yes, it was a dream…
This dream was disturbing and yet erotic at the same time. I found myself with my cock standing at attention, reaching for the sky. Additionally, it was throbbing in concert with my pulse.
Immediately, I realized that I was forgetting many details by the second. If I only had the fortitude and wherewithal to record these events, much could be saved. Even if I did have the immediate means, I did not want to risk waking Jennifer.
However, one of the most vivid things I retained was the setting. We were in a dimly-lit establishment which had no name. Each table was rectangular and partitioned off with walls from other tables.
There was a dim light source, representing a bell shape or upside-down funnel, hanging over each table. Although the tables were not visible to each other, I remember that I saw these lamps while walking in.
Each table had stools rather than chairs. My preference is a chair because I find stools rather uncomfortable. They make me feel like I am sitting in a child’s high chair.
Nevertheless, this time was different. I actually did not care one way or the other. This is odd for me because I did not give comfort any thought at the time.
Anyway, I have no idea how we got there, much less what we were doing there in the first place. The air was smoky, but it wasn’t bothersome in the least. This is also odd since neither of us are smokers. In fact, we have been reformed for at least twenty plus years.
Strangely, we could not even smell the smoke. It was very thick and noticeable when looking through it, resembling a heavy mist.
There was an unknown and unnamed man at the table talking with us. I have no idea what most of the subject matter was, but it must have been interesting.
I believe the conversation was adult in nature but not radically offensive. We were all captivated in conversation.
There may have been another woman at the table as well. I still have no recollection of her details. The memories were deteriorating at a rapid pace. Frustrating. I am unable to describe a possible person who had no voice or face.
I do remember that Jennifer was wearing a dark Grey or black satin blouse that accentuated her attributes. It was open enough to view a rather large amount of her breasts and cleavage. And yes, I enjoyed it very much. I also felt that I enjoyed the fact that my wife’s breasts were almost completely visible.
Additionally, she was wearing a dark miniskirt, that I also liked…a lot. To my pleasant surprise, she was not wearing anything underneath. I do admit, I never passed up an opportunity to take a view up her skirt. I surmise that had the opportunity presented itself, others in this establishment did not pass up the view as well. Stranger yet…The thought of it…I liked it.
“I liked it?” What was that all about? WTF?
The unnamed gentleman at the table, and I use the term gentleman a little loosely, was enjoying his view of Jennifer. Although he was looking at her, he was not obnoxious about it, resembling a hard-up teenager. Oddly enough, I was not angry that he was staring at her attributes.
In a later part of the conversation, I clearly remember him saying that he bets Jennifer has a nice pussy. I interjected swiftly, affirming his speculation.
“You bet your ass it’s nice, she tastes great too”, I blurted out without thought.
What the hell was I doing? Talking about Jennifer’s pussy? WTF?
I found myself not angry or territorial. In fact, I was very cognizant of the subject matter, and I found it interesting. I looked at Jennifer and said, “With your permission, I would like to answer his query.”
She looked at me with her little grin and said, “You got this.”
This was radically out of character for her as well. And yet, we all kept talking.
This was so far-fetched and out on the far end of the solar system. However, the conversation with this guy continued with Jennifer and I describing her womanhood.
Again, what the hell were we doing? WTF?
I found myself discussing how nice she looked, felt, smelled, and tasted. Jennifer appeared to be a little shy when I described her soft and tight vaginal flesh. We then began to discuss how nice she tasted.
We were discussing Jennifer’s vaginal attributes as if we were talking about the options on our automobiles. The strangest part was that none of us appeared to be the slightest bit alarmed by the subject matter, not even Jennifer.
I make no bones about how much I like Jennifer’s pussy, but it is so out of character for me to discuss this with others. I have never had any trouble discussing these wonderful attributes with Jennifer, privately. Now, here I am discussing this subject matter with strangers.
Another WTF?… At this rate, I will run out of WTFs before the evenings end.
Additionally, I do remember that we were drinking all evening, but none of us were intoxicated. As I try to look back, we were not even buzzed.
As this event was coming to a close, the gentleman, who still remained nameless, quietly and shyly mumbled something to the effect of, “I would really like to see Jennifer’s pussy.”
“I bet you would,” was my response.
I thought he was joking when he politely said, “Seriously…it would really be exciting if she pulled up her skirt and spread her legs right here at the table.” With an almost begging fashion, he sheepishly asked, “Uh…Any chance…please?”
Normally, I would have been stunned by this overt request. Perhaps I should have been absolutely pissed off, jealous, possessive, and a plethora of other expletives to describe a husband’s reaction.
The strangest part about this was that I just smiled and said, “Who wouldn’t want to look?”
I was a little agitated because he directed the question to me, rather than both of us. So, I just looked at him and said, “Why don’t you ask her yourself?”
What the fuck was I saying?
Even stranger, Jennifer looked at me and just slightly rolled her eyes. I looked back and shrugged my shoulders.
With an out-of-character and a whatever attitude, I just said, “Oh, just show him…then he might stop asking.”
Jennifer also shrugged her shoulders and said, “Well…I guess…whatever?”
She slid her stool back against the wall and put her right foot on the rung on the one next to her. As I moved out of the way, she put her left foot up on the rung of the stool that I was sitting on.
Jennifer pulled her skirt up to her midsection. Her beautiful legs were widely spread, providing a magnificent view of her shaved, glistening pussy. I have to admit, she looked awesome!
What…the…Fuck…is happening? I am now running dangerously low on “What the Fucks.”
My acting out of character continued when I gently dragged one finger backwards, passing through her wet lips. I was driven by the overwhelming desire to slide my middle finger back up inside of her.
After a few seconds, I retracted my finger out of her pussy. I lifted my hand upwards, I noticed a faint hint of her vaginal essence emanating from my wet finger tips. Damn! She always smells so enticing.
I did not miss the opportunity to lick her juices off of my finger. I said to the gentleman, “She continues to taste as good as she smells.”
Before he could interject, I then said to Jennifer, “Open it up?” “Or not…Either way, It’s your call.”
I had no idea what was happening. All I could fathom was, “This is absolutely fucked up.”
Jennifer stopped and regarded the question for a second or two. She looked at me and sarcastically said, “Really…?”
“Well…only if you are ok with it….”, I retorted.
Again, what the fuck was going on? What were we saying? WTF?
Jennifer looked at me and developed an evil little grin. You could almost see a couple of proverbial horns pop out of her forehead. She delicately took two fingers from each hand and opened herself up, barely showing the entrance of her vagina. She performed this bewitching little act, almost as she seductively does it for me. She looked Spectacular!
All I could think about was, “What the hell are we doing?”
She gracefully sat there holding her pussy open for about thirty seconds. She looked so hot and alluring. If the individual requested, I would have pulled out my throbbing cock and fucked her right there at the table, right in front of him.
I semi-arrogantly said, “So, what do you think? Nice, huh?”
This is so weird. You would think I was showing off my new wide-screen television or something.
The unnamed guy smiled and confirmed my thoughts. He said, Wow, you are right, what a most beautiful pussy she has.”
I just smiled and agreed. Normally, I should have been livid. But I wasn’t. I felt very proud that Jennifer was my wife, and I was the one who had this kind of access.
The guy said to Jennifer, “Thank you so much. I sincerely do appreciate it.”
Now this is where things really went off the proverbial rails, while we continued to move so out of character. And yet, there we were, completely calm as if this craziness was ordinary. WTF?
He looked at Jennifer, then me, and then the two of us together. He asked, “Would it be completely out of line if I asked if I could put my fingers inside?”
Jennifer, again rolling her eyes, looked at me and said, “Oh, I don’t know, …what do you think?”
I shrugged my shoulders again and said, “Oh hell, why not? You are already in position.”
Jennifer said to him, “Go ahead.”
I also spoke out, “Take it easy and be gentle with it.”
He leaned over and gingerly inserted his pointer and middle fingers inside of Jennifer’s pussy. He slowly slid them in and out until he reached his middle knuckles.
I interjected with, “Pretty amazing, isn’t she?”
“Oh yes, she certainly is,” he said.
After approximately thirty seconds, he withdrew his fingers, sniffed them, and licked them clean. He acknowledged how nice she smelled and tasted. He then smiled and thanked the two of us for being so nice.
Jennifer put her feet back on the ground and pulled her skirt back down. We stood up, smiled, and casually walked in the direction of the door. Both of us looked back to find that there was nobody there. The table was empty…
We turned and casually left the establishment, followed by going out for a decent dinner as if this was normal…
What? … Casually left? … Normal? … WTF??
This is when I woke up in that condition I described at the beginning. I was breathing very heavily and felt like I had been in a drunken stupor.
When I saw Jennifer asleep next to me, I knew it was only a dream…a very bizarre dream…
My cock was hard and pointing north. The part I left out was why I was excited by this erotic event. Instead of anger flowing wildly through my veins, there was excitement and a hint of intrigue.
In this dream, I actually had brief erotic thoughts while watching Jennifer show her pussy to this guy, much less letting him put his fingers inside of her. Additionally, I probably would have been just fine with putting my cock inside of her at the table in front of him. Obviously, there were no other individuals watching. But then again, that may have been ok too…
Probably, the major part of this unlikely event appeared to be a bit on the safe side. I was right there, and we were able to leave unchallenged and without incident.
I am not suggesting that Jennifer should go around lifting her skirt and spreading her legs in bars. This one was different, and I cannot explain it…not even close.
Oddly enough, this made me just want to stick my cock inside of her and drill her brains out.
Jennifer rolled over and looked at me. She asked, “What’s wrong? Are you ok? “
After a brief pause, she then asked, “Would you like to tell me about it?”
I said, “I have no earthly idea where to begin…I promise I will explain everything…later.”
In the meantime, Jennifer was receptive to me feeling the inside of her thighs. I then slowly slid two fingers inside of her warm and wet pussy. Her vaginal flesh was exactly how I described it in this bizarre dream.
Jennifer spread her legs and bent her knees. I took this as my cue to climb between them and gently maneuver my hard cock up inside of her.
As I slowly worked all of it inside and felt the back wall of her vagina, she said, “That dream must have been really something. Maybe you should have dreams like that more often.”
I said, “Yes. Maybe.”
And then again…maybe I shouldn’t…
