What Did I Do Last Week?

On the edge of waking but fighting it, still enjoying one of my favorites dreams. Your ankles by my head. Kneeling over me. My arms in the bend of your legs. Hugging your upper thighs, pulling you closer into me. You settle your hips back, almost smothering me. Your wetness grinding against my eager tongue. Beard getting soaked in your silky juices. Inhaling that heavenly scent of my aroused wife. Running my tongue from your clit to her ass and back again, lapping up all that musky nectar. Your little moans and involuntary shivers letting me know I am hitting the right spots. Nothing quite turns me on like seeing, tasting, feeling, hearing my wife on the edge of losing control. So aroused, you don’t even need to touch me to have me on the edge of exploding.

Suddenly, jolted awake by someone throwing off my covers. Shorts yanked down over my dream-erect cock. Before I can even think to protest, you have me in your mouth, warm hands fondling my balls, eagerly and sloppily sucking away at the head. All I can eke out is a low ‘Oh my god, dear…’

Already being so close from my dream, I can feel myself right there. ‘Babe, slow down or I’m gonna cum…’ I warn. Sure you would pull back from the edge I’m almost already over. Instead, your smiling eyes lock with mine. Gives me the subtlest of nods and takes me even deeper into your mouth. Unable to hold back, I explode in your mouth and you shock me, swallowing it all without hesitation.

‘That was for last week,’ you say, a big mischievous grin spreading across your flushed face. Slaps my thigh as you get up to walk out of the bedroom. ‘Better get up, gonna be late for work!’

And all I can think is, ‘What the hell did I do last week?!?’