A gay story: Hot Dream Reveals Her True Desire? I’ll never forget the dream I had one night which resulted on a major erection and left me wondering if dreams do come true.
In my dream, my wife Marie and I were in our house, but it wasn’t our house. You know how dreams are.
The house in my dream was very modern – lot of white walls, etc. – and our bedroom was oddly in the living room.
Marie told me that a retired co-worker was going to stop by for a visit.
“His name is John. A very nice guy. Steve, I hope you like him,” Marie said.
“I’m sure I will. I mean, you like him, right? So it stands to reason I will, too,” I replied.
She smiled and there was soon a knock on the door.
In walked John who, for a guy in his mid 70s, cut quite a dashing figure. Once again, in this dream house, everything was white. That includes his wardrobe.
John, who had the gleaming white hair we saw on Cary Grant late in his life, wore a bright white shirt and white pants. He looked good.
We sat and talked about his retirement, about his memories of working with Marie – some were quite amusing – and other general topics. After a while, John said, “Well, I’ll be going now. Nice to meet you, Steve.” He shook my hand and walked out.
After he left, Marie asked, “So, hon, what did you think of John.”
“He’s a very nice guy. You were right. I enjoyed talking with him,” I said.
Marie smiled.
“That’s good, because I want you to be with him,” she said.
“Um, Marie,” i said, “Don’t know if you noticed, but I was just with him, talking about all kinds of things.”
“Not with him. I want you to be WITH him,” she said.
It took a moment for me to clue in. Then I realized what she wanted.
“Wait a minute,” I said. “You want be to be with John in a sexual way?”
“Yes,” she said. “It’s something I’ve fantasized about for years. John’s a nice guy, He is bi. I thought you would two hit it off, you did and, well, I’d like to watch you two together.”
I was floored. This wasn’t something I ever expected to hear from my wife of 20 years. She never before expressed any such interest in watching me with a man.
“Let me get this straight,” I said. “You want me to have sex with a man in front of you? You want us to naked and have fun on our bed?”
Marie nodded and gave me a little smile.
“As you watch us?” I asked.
She nodded again.
“That’s quite the request,” I said. “I don’t think so. I mean he’s a nice guy and all, but that’s asking a lot.”
“Oh, it may be great. You may love it,” Marie said.
“I know I’d love to see it happen. This has been on my mind for about 10 years, ever since we watched that one movie.”
I thought back. It’s not like we’ve watched many. Then I recalled one adult movie when we had the house to ourselves probably 10 year ago that had a woman convincing her husband to sleep with a man in front of her as she pleasured herself.
I asked Marie if that was the movie she was talking about.
She nodded.
“I just found it so hot, so sexy, so taboo. Over the years, I sometimes go back to that movie, but I picture you as one of the men. And when John told me at his retirement party that he is bisexual I thought, ‘Well, maybe this fantasy can actually happen’,” she said.
I shook my head.
“No, not going to happen. Look, I’ve never been with a man. Okay, my mind may wander that way now and then – everyone is curious to some degree – I never was serious about it,” I said.
Marie then started to plead.
“Please, Steve, it would mean so much to me. I really want to see this happen.” she said.
Then she got kind of teary-eyed and her voice wavered when she said, “Please, just this once.”
Damn, I thought, that always gets me. I looked deeply into her eyes, and, much to my own surprise, heard my self say, “okay, I’ll do this for you. But just this one time.”
Marie smiled, gave me a big hug and long, wet kiss.
“You won’t regret it,” she said.
Thinking what was in store, I said “I hope not.”
Then she hollered, “He’s ready!”
The door opened and in walked John. Little did I know he was waiting outside and had faith in Marie to convince me.
This time, his white shirt had been removed to expose his muscular chest. He was in damn good shape for a man his age, I thought.
His gleaming white pants still matched his white hair. He smiled as he walked in. He knelt in front of me as I sat on the bed. Marie sat with her back against the headboard, quietly watching.
Without a word, John unfastened my belt, unbuttoned my pants lowered my zipper and pulled down my pants.
He rubbed my cock over my briefs, then pulled them down, too. Perhaps it was nerves, but I was soft as can be.
John smiled up at me, said “hmm, let’s see what I can do,” and with two fingers lifted my cock off my balls.
He then began licking softly around the head, teasing my foreskin and slipping his tongue over the cum hole. His fingers began to jerk me.
Watching him, along with the great sensations, resulted in my cock slowly waking up as blood rushed to it.
“That’s better,” John whispered between licks as my cock began to harden.
I glanced at Marie. Her gaze was riveted on John as he worked on my rising cock.
She dragged her fingernails across her blouse. I saw her nipples getting hard. She pulled off her blue blouse and unclasped her bra, allowing full access to her nipples that she squeezed.
John began squeezing the base of my cock. I love the sensation of getting hard, of seeing it grow. So did he, going by the gleam in his eyes.
Holding my cock with one hand at the base, he rubbed my balls with his other hand, then opened his mouth and took me in.
The feeling was beyond words as his skilled mouth wrapped around my hard cock, moving back and forth, sure to rub the foreskin each time, making me even harder.
i know Marie loved it as her left hand slipped under the waistband of her jeans, searching for her clit.
And she soon found it.
Turned on she pulled off her jeans and panties. Now totally naked, she spread her legs and began working her pussy as she watched my cock being sucked.
“Oh, fuck, this is hot,” she moaned. “Suck my husband, suck him good!”
“Mmm hmm,” John murmured, his mouth busy.
Good? Oh, John was very good.
I wondered how many cocks he had sucked over the years. Let’s see, in his 70s, maybe started in late teens? The math didn’t matter. All I know is he knew exactly what to do.
Since he is bi, I wondered if he and Marie ever hooked up on one of her “must go to the office” Saturdays?
The feeling was tremendous as John went back and forth on me, taking me deep, then out to the tip, then repeating that motion again and again. I fit perfectly in his hungry mouth.
I glanced over at Marie, fingers of her left hand in her pussy, fingers of her right hand tracing over her nipples and tweaking them. Her eyes focused on the action a few feet in front of her.
Her respected former co-worker, a guy who if you saw in public you’d never imagine he loved sucking cock, was making her husband moan and groan in pleasure as he was filled with desire.
“Suck him harder, John, I want to watch him cum,” Marie pleaded.
John removed my cock from his mouth, smiled and said “gladly” before resuming, this time at a faster pace while he gently massaged my balls. He then moved his hand under by balls to play with my taint.
Hoping he would move on, he did, and began rubbing a finger around my tight hole. He then licked it and inserted one finger inside of me.
That felt fantastic and he knew it.
John was fucking my virgin ass hole with a finger while he was sucking on my cock.
His tongue felt like velvet as he licked around the head and foreskin, then zeroed in on my cum hole as if to urge my hot jizz to start spurting.
Damn, he was good.
I enjoyed the waves of pleasure coursing through my body from his detailed, focused attention on me. I glanced down and saw he was hard, and had started stroking himself with his other hand. I smiled, knowing it was all because of me.
“Suck me, suck me,” I moaned loudly.
Marie liked that as I heard her say “oh, baby do you love it?”
I could barely talk.
“Yes, hon, I am,” I groaned. “As good as you.”
Actually, he was a bit better, I thought, but I didn’t want to tell Marie that.
I was getting close and tapped the back of his head, the universal code for “I’m about to cum, pull off if you prefer.”
Many times in my single life, that resulted in a woman taking her mouth off me.
Not Marie. And not John, who sucked even harder.
That told me he wanted my jizz, a definite turn-on for me.
And he was gong to get it very soon. I felt my cum inching up from ball and with a mighty moan began spurting in his mouth.
“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” he began moaning as I unloaded.
“OMG,” I thought, “Unfucking real.”
I kept cumming. I was just enjoying it so much. So did John and Marie, whom we heard moaning loudly as she came on her fingers.
“That’s it baby, fill his mouth. Take it all, John. You both love it,” she said.
It’s true. we did.
After I had finished cumming, John licked every little drop of cum off my cock. He stood up, his cock standing proudly in all it’s glory, impressive for man of his age.
I smiled at him. He smiled at me.
And then, of course, I woke from my dream.
When I woke, I was rock hard. I turned to my side in bed and pressed my cock against Marie’s ass. She was on her side. I reached around and began rubbing her tits as she slowly awakened.
“Mmm, someone is ready for fun,” she whispered.
I told her why that was, every detail of the dream, just as I’ve written here.
I feared she may be upset with the gay side of the story. Far from it. She rolled over to face me, smiled and said, “that sounds like a wonderful dream.”
She reached down, and began stroking my cock as we kissed.
“A dream blowjob sounds great, but let’s see if I can do better than John,” she said, kissing her way down by chest and belly to my cock.
Marie took me into her mouth and soon demonstrated that the real thing can indeed be very very good.
I won’t lie. I did imagine it was John’s mouth on me as my wife pleasured me.
I then recalled that a few days earlier, Marie told me about a work party in the near future.
And – perhaps this is why I had the dream – she mentioned “my favorite former co-worker John will be there. You should meet John. I think you’d like him a lot.”
Who knows? Maybe dreams do come true?