Bob’s story
I have always been sceptical about the supernatural; not a complete disbeliever, although not far off it. I understand that people believe they experienced something, but I always thought that “something” could be easily explained with the application of a little logic. Not too long ago, an incident occurred that rocked me out of this comfortable little world. Sometimes, I almost have myself believing that it was just a dream. Sometimes!
Janie and I seemed to have been married forever (our silver wedding anniversary is coming along soon) and I love her very much; her family on the other hand … Janie’s extended family has this bizarre ritual. Every five years everyone gets together in the little town that was old Grandpa Joe’s birthplace for a big party to celebrate his birthday. It does not matter that Joe’s been dead for more than thirty years, the ritual continues unabated. I still remember the dread I felt before being presented to the clan all those years ago and the hours of questioning I endured over the weekend. I remember telling Janie afterwards that it felt like I was being inducted into a cult. To be fair, Janie’s family are good people, it is just we have absolutely nothing in common.
The town in question is a few days’ drive up the coast from where we live, but, if pushed, it can be made with just one overnight stop. When our children were small, we made a great adventure on these trips, spending a couple of nights in small seaside towns and going swimming, fishing or whatever to keep the kids amused. If I’m truthful about it, for me, the drive was more fun than the get-together. The kids loved playing with their cousins, so the whole thing was not too much of a pain. This year was different though. The children have jobs, relationships and their own lives and were not really interested in missing a weekend of partying to go and see Janie’s relatives (and who could blame them!). On top of that, both Janie and I were busy, so we decided to share the driving and do the drive in two rather than three days.
We packed the car with all the usual stuff that a long weekend away requires and hit the road early on a beautiful Thursday morning. It was late summer, and well past the peak tourist period, so we thought we would try to get the majority of the driving done during the first day and wing it for a place to stay when we got tired. After being on the road for most of the day with only a stop for lunch, fuel and a toilet, we started to think about stopping for the night. We pulled into a reasonably large coastal town to look for a bed for the night, but all the motels were booked solid. Driving onto the next town we found the same thing. A visit to the local tourist information centre gave the horrible truth; the was a big folk festival in the area and the majority of the accommodation had been booked out for weeks! The helpful lady at the desk suggested that if we try one of the towns further from the coast, we might have more luck. As we had nothing to lose, and we had to turn inland sooner or later anyway, so we decided to give it a go.
After half an hour, we came across a small town with only a single motel and a big old bluestone hotel. The motel was, of course, booked out. The manager at the motel assured us that there was always accommodation at the hotel. A talk with the publican bought only heartbreak when we were told all the accommodation rooms were occupied. He did say there was an unrenovated room at the front of the building on the first story, but it had no air-conditioning, dodgy phone reception and wi-fi, no cable TV and would be somewhat noisy being directly over the main bar. On the plus side, it did have its own bathroom and toilet. Being exhausted from a full day’s driving, we gratefully accepted the room even with its drawbacks.
The room had at one time the living quarters for the publican, the bridal suite and if you can believe the current publican, a secure cell for the temporary containment of prisoners. The heavy door and the bars on all the room’s windows might have given credence to this story if all the rooms in the hotel didn’t have heavy doors and barred windows. For an unrenovated room, it was nice enough, but the decor was definitely dated. The most important thing was that it was spotlessly clean, a thing that Janie was delighted with. The downside was the room was hot, stuffy and felt airless and the light from the streetlight and the hotel sign outside the window was going to be annoying when we were trying to sleep. All things considered, it was better than trying to sleep in the car!
After having a surprisingly good meal at the hotel restaurant, we went upstairs to our airless room to find the publican had opened all the windows and had brought in a portable fan. It was considerably cooler now that the sun had gone down and the room had been aired, although an air conditioner would not have gone astray. We talked for a while, had our showers and collapsed into bed, trying to ignore the heat, the noise from the bar below and the streetlight streaming in through the window.
****
Sometime later, I heard Janie murmuring in the bed next to me. She was a long-time sleep-talker, something I have gotten used to over the years. This nocturnal chatting was often a source of embarrassment to her. On the other hand, it was a source of humour for me, and I would sometimes lie there and listen to the little conversations she would have with no one in particular. Normally I would just have to say something like “Sssh, go back to sleep,” and she would mumble something incoherent and fall back into a silent sleep. This time, when I tried to comfort her back to sleep, her talking did not taper off, instead, she said in a firm voice: “Stop it!”
I became instantly awake. She had never said anything like that before and certainly not in that tone of voice. I didn’t move, but I listen intently to hear any movement in the room. Nothing. The room was light enough so that I had a reasonable view of the somewhat darkened room, so I slowly turned my head and scanned as much of the room as I could. Still nothing. I relaxed, thinking to myself that this was not her usually night chatting, it was a dream. Then she whispered, “Someone might notice!”
Again, my attention was raised. Janie then let out a long, slow sigh. Oh, it was one of “those” dreams! I smiled to myself. She always denied having sex dreams and I seemed to have accidentally caught her in the act, so to speak. The gentle sighing continued for a minute or so and I decided to roll over onto my side to see what was going on. In the half-light I could clearly see that she had kicked off the sheet that was covering us, she had the front of her nightie unbuttoned and its skirt bunched up around her thighs. I was taken in by the sight of my sexy wife lying there exposed to the world, when a silky, deep voice said, “You can watch if you like. You might even learn a thing or two.”
I could not move. I could barely breathe. I could see the front of Janie’s nightie opening wider, exposing more of her breasts. I could see Janie’s knickers slowly sliding down her thighs. I could see Janie squirming, obviously enjoying the sensation of hands exploring her body. But there was no one there! The room was not completely dark, there was more than enough light to see Janie’s breasts being moving and her nipples being pinched. But there was no one there! My mind simply could not accept what I was seeing. And to top it off, I could not move. My wife was being abused by unseen hands and I could not do anything about it.
I just lay there as Janie’s thighs parted and she let out another soft sigh. There was a deep chuckle, and then the voice said, “Do you like that?”
Janie let out another sign and the voice asked again, more insistently this time, “Do you like that?”
“Mmmm, oh yes!” Janie moaned.
“What about this?”
Janie took a sharp intake of breath. I could not see what was happening, but I could see that she was rocking her hips slowly back and forth. After a few seconds, Janie said, “Oooh, yesss! Not so hard. Oh please, not so hard.”
“Do you like having your nipples sucked, Janie?”
“Ah-ha.”
“Do you want me to suck on your nipples? Janie, would you like that?”
Janie had never been much into sex talk, and it surprised me to hear her say, “Suck my nipples, suck them hard!”
She was obviously less inhibited when she was dreaming than she was when she was awake. In the half-light, I could see one of her nipples moving and Janie’s arms cradling an invisible head to her breast, the way she always did to me. While the unseen mouth was sucking on Janie’s nipple, she was gently grinding herself against the equally unseen hands working between her thighs.
My mind was working overtime. This simply could not be happening. There was no such thing as ghosts! I was not lying there paralysed, unable to defend my wife! Janie was NOT like this! I was just having a dream; a strange erotic dream. A dream that fed on my fears of helplessness and my insecurities. Yes, just a typical Freudian dream. In the time that I had taken to come to the face-saving decision, things had moved on for Janie and her invisible (and non-existent) lover. She had her back arched, her legs spread and this time cradling the unseen head between her legs while she softly mewed.
After a minute or so, Janie started to breathe heavier and moan louder, but I remained frozen in place unable to look away. She gripped her thighs, and I could see her pushing down against her lover’s face.
“Just there! Oh my god, just there!”
It was irrational, but the more Janie spoke the angrier and more ashamed I became. This was a dream after all.
“Deeper. Suck harder.”
I could not see exactly what was happening, but her comments left me in no doubt about what was going on. I could see her clearly writhing and panting, and I could see the sweat glistening on her body. Yet I could not move a muscle or even look away. This had to be a dream, I was telling myself over and over again. Janie again had her hands between her legs, opening herself further to the relentless attack of the invisible fingers, lips and tongue. She was moaning loudly,
“Yes. Yes. Oh my god, yes!”
I could clearly see Janie’s face. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lower lip in a vain attempt to try to be quiet, but most of all I could see that she was on the point of coming. I was both ashamed and aroused seeing my beautiful wife like this.
“No! No, don’t stop.”
“You what more?”
“More. Please more!”
“What do you want?”
“I want you to make me come!”
Another flash of anger and shame surged through me.
“Like this? Or is there something else?”
“Anything.”
“Would you like me to fuck you?”
“YES”
“Say it!”
“I want you to fuck me.”
I wanted to look away. I wanted to un-hear what I just heard. There was a rumbling chuckle from next to me and I knew that it was done for my benefit.
Janie slid down the bed slightly, arched her back, opened her legs and sighed, eagerly awaiting the penetration that was about to occur. All I could do was watch. Janie let out a gasp and I knew it had happened. Someone or something was fucking my wife and yet I had never been so hard in my life! I knew I was paralysed and could not look away, but right at that moment, I didn’t want to. I wanted to see it all, I wanted to see the shade’s cock pounding my wife, but I could only see Janie’s beautiful face enjoying the best fuck of her life. The pair quickly got into a rhythm, and I could see Janie thrusting herself up to meet her lover.
“Do you like this? Like my cock in your pussy?”
“Oh yes.”
“Tell me you like it.”
“I LOVE having your cock inside me.”
I thought to myself that the show would be far more enjoyable if he would just shut the fuck up. You are already fucking my wife, and fucking her good, don’t rub my nose in it! It suddenly occurred to me that I was jealous; I was jealous of this ghost, demon or whatever. How could a mere mortal compare to something like this?
Janie now had her legs wrapped around whatever was on top of her, grunting as she was thrusting faster, trying to keep up and maintain her lover’s pace. Finally, she panted, “Slow down. Not so fast. I need a break.”
That’s when it dawned on me that there was no way Janie could be asleep. Neither of us was dreaming. This was real! And she was willingly giving herself to this whatever; giving herself with more passion than I had seen from her in years, if ever.
“You want it slowly, eh?”
“Yes.”
“Slow and deep?”
“Oh yes.”
As Janie caught her breath, a new rhythm started. It was a slow grinding rhythm that soon had Janie moaning louder than ever. After a minute or so the smug voice said, “I going to make you come soon and then it’s my turn.”
“Yes, please.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to make me come.”
“You want to come?”
“I want to come. I really want to come.”
The rhythm picked up again. I could see on Janie’s face that she was close to coming. She was sweating and writhing under her lover’s constant attention.
“Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Oh my god, I’m close. I’m …”
Janie stiffened, took in a huge breath, and then let out a guttural groan as she collapsed onto the bed. Although I could not see him, it was clear by Janie’s movements that he had not stopped his thrusting.
“It’s my turn now.”
“Yes.”
“Are you ready?”
“More than ready, I want you to come. I want you to come inside of me.”
I could see Janie wrap her arms and legs around his invisible body as he continued to thrust.
“Give it to me, I want it all.”
As I watched I saw Janie again thrusting up to him, she was murmuring something I could not hear, but she was obviously encouraging him. I was watching the spectacle, to the point of coming myself, even without being able to move.
There was a grunt from this whatever, followed by some heavy breathing. I knew what was about to occur. Janie was moaning again, rocking herself against her man.
“Oh yes.”
I watched Janie’s hand slowly glide down her breast, across her belly and between her legs.
“Oh. My. God. I’m …”
And that’s all I heard as a massive orgasm rocked me. When I came to my senses I could move again. I looked over to see Janie laying naked on the mattress, I have no idea when or how her nightie was removed, she was smiling contently trying to catch her breath. She looked over at me and our eyes met. She was about to say something when the voice said,
“Go to sleep Janie, you had a dream. A wonderful dream. And you, go to sleep too.”
It was a command that I was powerless to resist but as I was drifting off to sleep, I heard that annoying chuckle and the voice said, “Did you learn anything? Maybe not.”
****
Early the next morning, I was awakened by the sun blazing through the window. Was it a dream? It had to be a dream! Janie was up and dressed, but she was looking a little sheepish. Feeling a little peaky, I said, “Sleep well?”
Janie blushed and mumbled something about being too hot and noisy to sleep well and walked away. I quickly got dressed, loaded the car and we were off. Janie was quiet and my few attempts at conversation led to nothing. So, we drove on in silence.
****
In the months that passed since that night, neither of us had spoken about the “dream.” A dream fades with time, doesn’t it? But I still vividly remember Janie’s face as I watched her in ecstasy. I remember her encouraging her lover with words and deeds in ways she had never done with me. Maybe HE was right and I didn’t learn anything after all.
Janie’s story
I love Robert; he is a good man, a great father and a considerate lover. He has always loved and cared for me and would do anything for our children. And, most frustratingly, he is always right. For him, everything is planned, listed, catalogued and examined within an inch of its life. If you want to know where the remote is or how long it has been since the car was serviced, he’s your man. If there is one thing Bob does not do is spontaneity. Even when we were dating a half a lifetime ago, he was happy to do something on the spur of the moment, so long as we planned it first. Another thing, he isn’t, is passionate, not just concerning sex, but about anything. Everything! Bob doesn’t seem to have strong feelings at all.
I am a family person. I come from a large family and grew up surrounded by grandparents, cousins, uncles and aunts. I love nothing more than being with my clan (as Bob often calls it). A chaotic gang of people held together by bonds of blood: laughing, singing, joking, and playing our way through life like a tornado. Never fighting, hardly ever a cross word, just rollicking fun times. Every five years for longer than I can remember the “clan” would meet up for a slap-up party. There were always new partners and children every year and the party got bigger and louder. And it was into that world, more than a quarter of a century ago, that I bought my dear Robert. You should have seen him! Bob would sit there wide-eyed, looking very much like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
This year, it was time for our latest get family together and I was getting really excited about it. My little family always loved our road trips (some more than others), and it was always a highlight of my life. This year was different though. Our children, no longer teenagers, had work, education and relationship commitments. I had just received a promotion and Bob was busy doing whatever he was doing, so it was looking less likely that the trip would be on. As usual, Bob came to the rescue, and he was able to re-arrange things so we can make a flying visit up the coast to see my family. Leave on Thursday, and get there late Friday evening. If we left first thing Monday morning, we could be up and ready for work by Wednesday. I was saddened that the kids could not arrange time off, but it gave Bob and I a chance for a little romantic “us” time. I even went out a bought some sexy lingerie for the occasion. As usual, Bob wanted to book a room ahead of time, but I convinced him that we could just drive until we found a romantic town by the sea and stay the night.
That’s when the wheels fell off the cart! How was I to know there was a silly little folk festival up the coast? How was I to know that there were not going to be any rooms available? How was I to know this was going to be the hottest day of the summer? So, we kept driving in the afternoon heat, desperately looking for a place to stay. Even in the air-conditioned car, I could feel myself getting hotter and more agitated, but it was just water off a duck’s back to Bob. Does nothing ever phase him? Eventually, Bob asked about accommodation at a tourist information centre, and they suggested we try one of the inland towns. I did not want to sleep in the car, so inland we went. I just sat there seething. It was not the heat or the frustration that was getting to me, it was the fact the good old Robert was right again!
We stopped in a grotty old town, we visited a grotto old Motel, which of course had no vacancies, and finally ended up at a grotty old pub. There was, thankfully, a room available; a stuffy little room on the first floor without a single mod con. The publican gave us some cock and bull story about the room being the most secure in the town and that years ago it was used as a lock-up for the local crims. Was he desperately trying to add some historical colour to this drab room hoping that we would overlook its shortcomings? But the room was clean and had its own bathroom, so we decided to make it ours for the night. He told us that if we went and looked around the town, he would have the room ready in no time.
We had a walk, but the heat was stifling, so we decided to go down to the restaurant downstairs for our evening meal. The room might not have been renovated but the restaurant certainly was; it was beautiful. I ordered the special and Bob, as usual, had a steak. The meal was wonderful, and I was in slightly better spirits by the time it was over. When we went upstairs to the room after our meal, it had been aired, a vase of flowers was on the bedside table and a fan was taking the edge off the heat in the room. After a while, we decided to try to get some sleep as we had to be up bright and early in the morning to finish our journey. I was tired, and uncomfortable in the heat and my spirits were slowly ebbing away. On top of that, I was still more than a little miffed with Bob. I decided that the lingerie was not going to see any use that night!
****
I was so tired that I fell asleep quickly, despite the heat. It did not last all that long though, as the heat finally overcame my tiredness. I just lay there, sweating in the half-light. I knew I was not going to go back to sleep anytime soon, so I got up, went to the toilet, had a drink and lay down again with the fan blowing on me. I was strangely frustrated. I was going to seduce Bob tonight. I had the sexy nightie, I had planned a little seduction routine, I was going to drive Bob crazy and fuck his brains out. Bob was a good lover, I suppose. He would do whatever I liked in bed without question, but I’ve never really had the courage to ask. In fact, other than the occasional sigh and a “that’s nice”, I don’t really say much at all. Our lovemaking is always tender and gentle, but, as I lay there in the stifling heat, I came to the conclusion that I would prefer it if our lovemaking was less like an extended cuddle and more like an energetic wrestle.
Then, all of a sudden, I was walking through a party. Not with my family but at a club somewhere. It has hot and rather dark, and I could hear music playing off in the distance. I was thirsty and I wanted a drink, but I couldn’t find Bob. I sat on a couch in one of the quieter rooms waiting for Bob to come back with my drink. Where was Bob with my drink? Around me, seated on other couches, people were sitting and chatting and over in the corner a couple were kissing. And I was sitting there alone. Is this a dream? Bob always teased me about my dreams. He says that I have little conversations with myself. Utter rubbish!
I was just sitting there, alone on my couch, watching the couple kissing and feeling a little unloved. Where was Bob anyway? A tall man walked over to me and said, “What’s a nice girl like you, doing in a place like this?”
Inwardly, I groaned and replied, “Really? Is that the best you can do?”
He was handsome, but I could not really see his face. My eyes seemed to slide off him without actually seeing him. Without being invited, he sat down on the couch next to me.
“It’s not often one gets to sit with an unescorted woman as beautiful as you.”
I rolled my eyes, was this guy for real?
“What’s your name?”
“Janie.”
“You are unescorted, aren’t you Janie?”
“Yes, I am alone tonight.”
I don’t know why I said that. I did not even think, the words just came out of their own accord.
“Good.”
I could feel the heat coming off his body and his breath on my neck as he whispered, “You really are beautiful you know.”
I felt a surge of electricity flow through me and turned to look at him. I could clearly see the couple kissing in the distance behind him, but I still could not see his face. Flustered, I stammered, “Thank you, you are very kind. I not really a spring chicken anymore.”
The woman being kissed was sighing as the man was running his hands over her body. It was an incredibly erotic sight.
“Surely not. It looks like you were sown into that dress.”
Looking down I saw that I was wearing a rather tight and low-cut dress. Was I wearing it earlier? Do I even own a dress like that anymore? He gently took hold of my hand.
“Your skin is so soft and warm.”
I’ve never been good at flirting, and I really did not know what to say. It has been such a long time since I have had to flirt. In the distance the woman had her head thrown back and the man was kissing and nuzzling her neck. She was obviously enjoying herself.
“May I kiss you?”
Bob couldn’t be far away, but just at that moment nothing else mattered, I wanted to feel the way the woman in the distance was feeling.
“Yes.”
He kissed me with passion, and I responded immediately. He nibbled my earlobe and I wanted him. His hand pressed against my breast, and I wanted him more. I thought of Bob, but this was a dream, must be a dream, so it was okay. Wasn’t it?
While he was kissing me, the stranger was unbuttoning the front of my dress. He exposed my naked breast (why wasn’t I wearing a bra? I always wear a bra) and began squeezing them and teasing my nipples. I was so hot. His lips were on mine, his hands on my breasts, and I wanted more. One of his hands was suddenly on my thigh and he was slowly pulling up my skirt to expose my knickers. It was then I remembered that I was in a room full of people, and panicked, tried to cover my breasts and said, “Stop it!”
His hand continued it upward journey until his fingers began to rub me through the fabric of my knickers. I sighed and said, “Someone might notice!”
“Let them!”
He kissed me again, softly pinched a nipple and rubbed a deeper crease into my knickers. He kissed my ear again and whispered “Show them that you are a desirable woman. Show them how sexy you are.”
I looked up and saw that all the men in the room were looking at me. I sat there, my breasts exposed for everyone to see, my legs spread wide, and I loved it. The stranger started kissing my neck, and my chest and then we started to kiss and lick my nipple. I let out another sigh. This was fantastic. Finally, the stranger did what I wanted him to do and slip his fingers under my knickers and started to rub me directly.
“You can watch if you like. You might even learn a thing or two.”
I thought that was a strange thing to say but I thought that he was talking to my appreciative audience.
The stranger’s hands started to pull down my knickers and I raise my hips off the bed to make it easy for him. The bed? When did we get to bed? So, it was a dream, I thought. I can lie back and enjoy it without any guilt. One firm hand was rubbing my breast and pinching my nipple while the other was stroking my pussy. I opened my legs wider to give him easier access. With a chuckle, the stranger murmured, “Do you like that?”
I sighed and nodded. It was dark and the stranger obviously did not see my nod, so he asked again, “Do you like that?”
“Mmmm, oh yes!”
“What about this?”
The stranger pushed two fingers into me, drew them out again, and then back in. He was doing this faster and faster, and I found myself matching his thrusts with ones of my own.
“Oooh, yesss! Not so hard. Oh please, not so hard.”
His fingers slowed but he slid another finger into me. I was in heaven.
“Do you like having your nipples sucked, Janie?”
“Ah-ha.”
“Do you want me to suck on your nipples? Janie, would you like that?”
“Suck my nipples, suck them hard!”
With his mouth sucking my nipple and his fingers in my pussy, I wanted to be watched. I wanted to be lusted after. I wanted to be fulfilled! I stroked his hair as he was sucking my nipple and kept up the slow rocking to keep pace with his fingers. I realised that I was feeling a little constricted with my nightie bunched around my middle and over my shoulders, So I tugged on the hem and began lifting the skirt. The stranger got the message immediately, stop sucking and between us took off my nightie and unceremoniously dumped it on the floor, all without missing a beat. In the darkness, I could not really see him, but I knew he was watching me, watching his fingers slide in and out of me, watching my face as I sighed and moaned. I didn’t see him move, but his mouth was on my nipple again. He slid a fourth finger into me and started to tease my clit with his thumb. I was beginning to feel the first rumblings of an orgasm building inside. But I wanted more.
I put my hands on the stranger’s head and guided him down my body in between my legs. Removing his fingers, he started off with soft kisses and gentle licks on my lips. Then a sneaky little kiss on my clit. My orgasm was building nicely. I was guiding his expert tongue with my hands on his head. My eyes were closed, and I was lying there sighing softly, riding the slowly building waves of pleasure. I ran my hands over my breasts, feeling my hard nipples, then down to my pussy. I could hear myself moaning, and it was a wonderful sound. The strange wrapped his lips around my clit and started to suck. I gasped,
“Just there! Oh my god, just there!”
He again pushed four fingers inside my pussy.
“Deeper. Suck harder.”
I put my hands between my legs and open myself fully to him.
“Yes. Yes. Oh my god, yes!”
I could believe was I was doing and saying. I was overcome by lust. I was moaning loudly. I was on the point of coming and then the fingers and mouth withdrew.
“No! No, don’t stop.”
I looked over and I saw that Bob was lying next to me. His wide eye stared at me accusingly. This wasn’t a dream, it was real! Dream or not, I didn’t care, I was too far gone.
“You what more?”
“More. Please more!”
“What do you want?”
I couldn’t look over a Bob, but knowing he was watching I said,
“I want you to make me come!”
“Like this? Or is there something else?”
“Anything.”
“Would you like me to fuck you?”
“YES.”
“Say it!”
“I want you to fuck me!”
Earlier, when I thought this was a dream, I wanted to be watched; I was excited by it. Now that I was being watched I wanted it more. I wanted Bob to see me being fucked. I wanted him to see how sexy I was. How desirable I was.
I took a deep breath, open my legs and waited. I felt the head of the stranger’s penis against me, and I guided him in. He was big and I gasped as he plunged deep into me. Like a machine, he thrust into me. Like a machine, I thrust back. And my delayed orgasm was starting to reappear.
“Do you like this? Like my cock in your pussy?”
“Oh yes.”
“Tell me you like it.”
“I LOVE having your cock inside me.”
The faster he went the faster I went. We were now not two machines but one. I looked over toward Bob and I could see him with a huge erection, watching every movement we made. And it felt great! After a while, it could have been seconds or hours as time had lost all meaning, I knew I could not keep up this pace.
“Slow down. Not so fast. I need a break.”
“You want it slowly, eh?”
“Yes.”
“Slow and deep?”
“Oh yes.”
His cock seemed to get longer as he slowly thrust in and out. Deep in, a pause, then slowly out. It was agonising, but it was edging me closer and close with each thrust.
“I going to make you come soon and then it’s my turn.”
“Yes, please.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to make me come.”
“You want to come?”
“I want to come. I really want to come!”
But more than anything I wanted Bob to be watching when another man makes me come.
“Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Oh my god, I’m close. I’m …”
I know it was cruel of me but just as my orgasm washed over me, I turned and looked deeply into Bob’s eyes.
I lay there riding wave after wave of pleasure, but the stranger didn’t stop.
“It’s my turn now.”
“Yes.”
“Are you ready?”
“More than ready, I want you to come. I want you to come inside of me.”
His rhythm was on the march again and I wrapped him up with my legs.
“Give it to me, I want it all.”
I could feel another orgasm building again. I whispered in the stranger’s ear, “Make me come again.”
He grunted and our rhythm increased
“Let’s come together. Show him how it’s done!”
Our rhythm increased again. This time both of us were grunting. I almost screamed,
“Oh yes.”
The stranger was breathing heavy, and I knew that he would be coming soon. Too soon. I ran my hand over my breast, between my legs and pushed myself over the edge.
“Oh. My. God. I’m. Coming!”
And we came together. It was the best orgasm of my life, and I did not want it to stop.
“You are a sexy woman, Janie. Never forget that.”
While I was basking in the afterglow and trying to catch my breath, I realised he was gone. I looked over at Bob and I could see that he too was recovering from an orgasm. I thought he was going to say something, to spoil the moment. I was about to tell him to be quiet, but the stranger spoke again,
“Go to sleep Janie, you had a dream. A wonderful dream. And you, go to sleep too”
I realised that the stranger had been taking so that Bob could hear him all along. As I was drifting off to sleep, I heard the stranger say, “Did you learn anything? Maybe not.”
But was that for me? Or for Bob?
****
I awoke the next morning with the rising sun. I was lying there naked; my nightie on the floor, my knickers god knows where and dried seamen on the bed next to her. That wasn’t a dream, was it? I would never be that cruel to Bob, would I? But some of the things I said and did, I did for his benefit, and they were just spiteful. After a moment or two, I found I was smiling. I knew that it wasn’t a dream. I was visited by a dream lover, and what a lover he was. It was special! I gathered my scattered clothes, had a shower and got dressed. I was feeling more satisfied than I have for a long time. Not long after I finished my shower, Bob woke up, looked at me accusingly and said, “Sleep well?”
Suddenly, I remembered why I rubbed Bob’s nose in it so much last night. I won’t let him spoil the best night of my life with a debrief and analysis.
“It was too hot and noisy to sleep well” I snapped back at him.
We headed off to old Joe’s party as soon as we paid the bill for the room. The drive was tense, Bob brooded quietly, and I replayed the encounter with my dream lover over and over again in my mind. Later that night, in the privacy of a hot shower, I replayed the encounter once more. And I came again.
****
We still don’t talk about that night. I have sometimes thought about going back to that hotel and booking the same room, but I know in my heart that even if my dream lover did return for a second round, it would not be the same. The knowledge that Bob was lying beside me as I was having my brains fucked out was what made the night so special. Yes, that’s heartless of me but I cannot help it. I still love Bob, but in the bedroom, he cannot hold a candle to my dream lover.