Two years ago, my wife took a new job that required her to travel quite a bit. One night a week on average, she stays in a hotel to make the most of her time in the remote offices she supports. It’s not that far away, usually less than an hour and a half by car, but I do worry about her, especially when the weather is poor and in the winter.

Once in a while, particularly in summer, I’ll make the trip with her, passing my day on a golf course while she works and then having a nice dinner and a night of hot hotel sex. It’s the nights when she’s on her own that bother me.

I know it’s my own insecurities at play, and she has never given me any reason to doubt her, none whatsoever, but I’ve seen too many of my friends’ marriages get blown up by infidelity, and for the most part, none of them had any reason to worry either.

It was usually at night, in my dreams, that the doubts crept in. In variably, my dream would start as if I was watching her during her day, working with her subordinates and solving the world’s problems one at a time. Then, she would be in a pub or restaurant, and a man would join her at her table. It was as if I was looking over his shoulder, unable to see his face but watching as she laughed as they talked, then their hands would touch, then grasp each other, and finally, she would take his hand and lead him to her room.

They would end up in bed together, her performing those acts that she was always reluctant to perform on me with her mouth or her hands, trying different positions. Then he would enter her, either from on top or behind, pulling out to spatter his cum on her body, something she would never let me do. Sometimes, she would slide her hand down to finish herself off with her fingers while his cum covered the gold rings I have her as a pledge of my fidelity.

Other nights, she would be away during bad weather, heavy rain or a snowstorm, and I would see her red SUV in a ditch, torn apart in a collision with a transport truck or sitting at the bottom of a ravine. I would awake startled, bathed in my own sweat and out of breath. I was rarely able to get back to sleep after one of those dreams.

I tried to talk to her many times about it, but she always put me off, saying she doesn’t take chances on the road or would never be unfaithful to me. “That’s what Gil and Jimmy and Harold thought,” I said. “Look at them now, divorced, broke and miserable.”

“You have nothing to worry about!” she would always say before making love to me to reassure me of her commitment.

Despite her assurances, the nightmares kept coming, and if anything, they got worse. I would see her on her knees in front of him, her head moving indicating only one thing, and when she finished, she would visibly swallow, lick her lips and look up at him with pure lust on her face. Another time, she would be on all fours, looking at me while he took her from behind, my view of him restricted to the shoulders down, but that view was enough. In my nightmare, he is muscled and broad-shouldered, his biceps are bulging, and his hands large. His fingers are long and thick and I can imagine them inside her pussy, filling it and teasing that little spot just inside her that I searched so long to find.

“You’re not going to like this, but I have to be away two nights next week,” she said on Saturday evening after dinner. “Perhaps you could come visit me for one or both nights?”

“Perhaps I will!” I said as I pulled her closer.

“Are you still having your nightmares?” she asked. I told her I was and that they were getting worse. “Maybe if you told me about them, it might help?” she suggested.

“You don’t like talking about things like that; they’re pretty vivid,” I warned her.

“Come on,” she reached her hand out to me. “Let’s take a soak in the tub and you can tell me about them. Who knows, I might make one or two come true!” She led me up to our newly renovated bathroom and started filling the double soaker tub we’d had installed the previous fall. It was big enough to fit both of us comfortably and we didn’t get to use it nearly as often as I had first envisioned when we first planned on installing it. She undressed in front of me, something she rarely did even when we were getting ready to make love. She preferred to come to bed wearing her favourite negligee.

I took off my clothes and got into the warm water, watching as she checked herself in the mirror before getting in with me.  She leaned back against me and craned her face around for a kiss. “Now then, you go through it in your sleep, why don’t you go through it when you’re awake?”

“Are you sure? I might say some things you might be uncomfortable with,” I warned her.

“More uncomfortable than you are when you wake up in the night out of breath and covered in sweat?” she asked. “Let me help you with this, please. I hate seeing you like this, it feels like you don’t trust me!”

“I do trust you,” I protested.

“Your subconscious doesn’t,” she said. She took my hands and moved them to her breasts. “Where do the dreams start? Do they all start the same way?”

“Usually they start with you at work. It’s always as if I’m watching but you don’t know I’m there.” She cupped her hands over mine and pressed them into her breasts. “Then, after you’re done work, you go to a restaurant or a pub, sometimes the pub that we go to when I come up, and you sit by yourself. Then a man comes and speaks to you and you invite him to sit down and join you.”

“Can you hear our conversations?” she asked.

“Only your side; I never see his face or hear his voice.”

“What does he look like?” she asked.

“I can only see him from the back or from the shoulders down when I see him from the front. He’s tall, with broad shoulders and quite muscular, like a farmer or a lumberjack. He has big biceps and strong arms.”

“Sounds dreamy,” she said.

“This is my nightmare, not your fantasy!” I said sharply. I move to get up. “I knew this wouldn’t work!”

She calmed me down, “No, wait! I’m sorry. Please, let’s try this!” I settled back down and she pressed back against me. “What happens next?”

“Then you get that look in your eye like you do when you’ve had one too many drinks. That dreamy, faraway look. That’s how I can tell you’re aroused and want to fuck him.”

“I don’t want to fuck him, the wife in your dream wants to fuck him. Let’s keep the two separate,” she said.

“It’s so real to me you are one and the same,” I said. “Like I said, you get that look in your eye and you reach out and take his hand. You smile at him and hang on every word and I can tell you’re infatuated with him. Then you stand up and invite him to your room. I don’t see you going from the restaurant to the hotel, it’s like I blink and you’re there. You are standing in front of him in his arms. He towers over you and I can see that you’re smitten. He bends down to kiss you and you love it.”

“You do know that since the first time you kissed me, I have never kissed another man, not like that.”

“I know it, but my brain doesn’t. Like I said, you’re kissing each other and then his hands come up and cup your breasts, like this.” I moved my hands back up. “He teases your nipples until they stand out like they do when you’re cold. They never do that when I touch them.”

“That’s because these are my real ones but those are the ones in your subconscious. Then what?”

“Then you kneel in front of him, the way I asked you to do but you never do. You undo his slacks and they fall to his ankles. You smile when you see his cock and you lick your lips before leaning forward and opening your mouth.” I felt her shift in front of me, rubbing her backside against me.

“Does it excite you when you have these dreams?” she asked.

“I don’t think so,” I said.

“Then why do you have an erection right now?”

“Probably because I have your breasts in my hands and you’re rubbing your bum up against me,” I said.

“But you don’t get hard when you’re having your dreams?”

“I don’t think so,” I said.

“I’m getting cold. Let’s go to bed and continue,” she said. She got out and held my hand so I could follow her. We dried each other off and she took my hand, leading me to our bed. I took her in my arms and held her.

“You know that’s the first time you did that,” I said.

“Did what?” she asked.

“Let me dry you off after a bath or a shower.”

“Do you like drying me off?”

“Of course I do! I think you’re so beautiful, I love looking at and touching your body.”

“Then maybe I’ll ask you to do that more often!” She smiled and kissed me before pulling back the covers and getting into bed. She patted the bed beside her and I got in. She lay beside me and put her head on my shoulder. “So you say I’m on my knees in front of him. Can you see it?”

“No, I can’t, but I can tell that you’re enjoying it.”

“Enjoying what?” she asked. “You have to say it. What am I enjoying?”

“Sucking his cock. You’re not just enjoying it, you are loving it! Your eyes are closed, but sometimes you open them and look up at him. It’s obvious you are enjoying it.”

“Do I let him cum in my mouth?”

“Sometimes or sometimes you stand up and get on the bed and he fucks you. I know you’re enjoying that from the noises you make. You always cum with him but you hardly ever cum with me.”

“I always cum when I’m with you!” she said. She kissed me, “Maybe it’s not the screaming, ball the sheets up in my fists, soak the sheets orgasm but I always cum.”

“Not at the same time,” I said. “I usually have to finish you off after I’m done.”

“Have I ever complained?” she asked. I shook my head. “I don’t know where you got the idea that every time we have sex or make love it has to be some earth-moving event! Believe me, you satisfy me in every way!” she kissed me and her hand caressed my hard cock. “Now then, what else happens?”

“Sometimes you let him take you from behind. I can’t tell if he’s in your pussy or your ass but you are loving it either way. Then he cums inside you and I wake up.”

“Okay,” she said. “Okay.” She kissed me and smiled at me. “It sounds like in your dreams I’m doing all the things that we don’t do when we make love. The oral, the different positions, the loud wet orgasms, all things that you want to happen between us that rarely do.” She started kissing her way down my body, but I stopped her.

“I don’t want you doing anything you’re not comfortable with!”

“I won’t, Sweetheart! I promise everything I do is exactly what I want to do!” She resumed kissing her way down my body and took me into her mouth. She looked up at me and licked my shaft from base to tip before opening wide and taking me into her mouth again. Every so often she would come up for air, “I love your hard cock!” or “I should do this more often!”

“You better stop!” I warned her. She took her mouth off me and looked up.

“Not a fucking chance!” and she back down on me. I held back as long as I could but the lust overpowered me. I grunted to warn her and she came off me, opening her mouth and letting my cum shoot into it. Some of it landed on her extended tongue and on her lips and chin. When I finished spurting, she took me back into her mouth for a minute or so before looking up at me and licking her lips. “Did you like that?”

I smiled at her, “Of course I did! I have wanted you to do that ever since I first met you!”

“Did it look like I enjoyed it?”

“It did, actually,” I admitted.

“That’s because I did!” She took me in for one more soft suck and then kissed her way back up my body. She offered her lips to me and I kissed them, tasting the remains of my cum on her tongue. I backed off and noticed a couple of small blobs on her chin and cheek. I collected them on my finger and offered them to her. She sucked my finger clean and then kissed me, sharing it with me. “Now that is how you give a blow job!”

We cuddled together and listened as our breathing recovered. “Next week, when you come to visit me, we are going to replay your dream in real time. I don’t want you to leave anything out, not one detail. If I need to do or say something, tell me and I’ll do it. There is only one thing I won’t do and you know what it is. Other than that, anything goes!”

“I was never serious when I asked you to do that, you know, I just took a shot and hoped for the best. I would never ask you to do anything you don’t want to. That’s why I never pushed on the other stuff.”

“I know,” she said. “Maybe we need to start over on that!”

The following Tuesday, my wife left home early for the 90-minute drive to the remote office where she’d be working for the next three days. I did my usual chores and waited for her text telling me which hotel she’d be staying at and what time I should meet her. I received that text just after lunch telling me to meet her at 6:00 at a pub we sometimes go to when I’m in the area with her. It was that same pub that was in my nightmares. I packed my overnight bag, making sure to include our small travel bag with our toys and other things.

I was a mix of emotions as I drove, part excitement at what might transpire and part fear that my nightmare might just come true. Twice I found myself speeding because I was so distracted I wasn’t paying attention. I pulled into a gas station to use the washroom and grab a snack.

Just before I got back on the road, my phone dinged. It was a message from my wife with a photo looking up her skirt at her shaved pussy. Her outer lips were shiny as was the finger that was teasing her clit. “Very much looking forward to tonight!” read the message below it.

“You’re not helping!” I texted back, to which she replied with a string of emojis, some of which I had no idea what they meant. I got back on the road, being careful to set the cruise control right at the posted limit. I arrived at the pub just before 6:00 to find her leaning against her car talking to a man I didn’t know. My heart flipped and then sank as I pictured in my mind that she might be setting me up for something.

“Hi, Sweetie!” she called over as I got out of my car. “Come here, there’s someone I want you to meet!” I went over and hugged her before reaching out to shake the stranger’s hand. “Sweetie, this is Evan. He’s a lawyer who works with some of our clients. Evan, this is my husband, Jack.”

“Nice to meet you, Evan,” I said.

“Likewise,” he replied. “How was your drive up?”

“No problems,” I said. “The usual traffic leaving the city but clear past the airport.”

“I hate driving in the city; that’s why we moved up here,” he said.

“We?” I asked.

“My wife Janie and I. We want to start a family but we didn’t want to raise them in the city, so we moved up here. She works with Moira.” Moira is my wife’s name.

“So you two have known each other for a while then,” I said.

“A couple of years now,” Moira explained.

“Hmm, ever since my nightmares started,” I thought. “Have we met before?”

“I don’t think so,” he said. “We didn’t have much of a social life when we lived in the city.”

“I’m sure I’ve seen you before,” I said. “No matter. It’s been nice talking to you. Enjoy your evening.”

“You too,” he said, raising his eyebrows and smiling at my wife. He shook my hand and bent to kiss her cheek. “See you tomorrow?”

“You bet, 10 o’clock sharp, don’t be late and bring your A-game!” Moira said with a laugh.

He smiled and turned to go to his car. We watched as he drove away. “He’s the guy in my nightmares!” I said.

“I know,” she replied. “When you described him I knew instantly who you were talking about. That’s why I arranged for you to meet him, to try to dispel your fears.”

“So why does he need to bring his A-game tomorrow?” I asked.

“Because we are negotiating a settlement for a mutual client, and I want him to be at his best,” she said.

“Oh,” was all I could manage. She stepped in and kissed me softly.

“Let’s go inside,” she said and she took my hand to lead me into the pub.

I was exactly as it had appeared in my nightmare: the same lighting, background music, everything. I hadn’t realized that the few times I had been there before had left such an impression on my subconscious. We found a table that offered as much privacy as we were going to get in the place. She reached out and held my hand as we waited for our server.

“He’s just a colleague,” Moira told me.

“I know that but my subconscious doesn’t,” I replied. “I don’t know why you thought having me meet him would make things any better! Now my fucking brain is in overdrive! I’ll never get any fucking sleep now!”

“Yeah, maybe I didn’t think that one through,” she admitted. Then our server came over and passed us menus, describing the daily specials. She took our drink orders but suddenly I was neither hungry nor thirsty. I just wanted to go home.

We ordered our drinks and meals and sat mostly in silence while we waited. Moira tried several times to engage me in conversation but my mind could not let go of the idea of her being with the handsome man that she had introduced me to. I wanted to believe her and trust her but my own sense of inadequacy wouldn’t let me.

“I’m sorry, Jack, I really thought if you saw us together you would see that there’s nothing there,” she said quietly. “I’m trying to help here but I don’t know what else to do!”

“I know you are, Sweetie, and I’m not blaming you. This is my problem, not yours, I have to solve it.”

“No, that’s where you are wrong, Jack, it’s our problem!” She squeezed my hand and blinked away a tear. “Can we just go to the hotel and talk this out?”

“Okay,” I said. We finished our dinner in silence, paid the bill, and left to go to our cars.

“Follow me,” she said as she unlocked hers. “We’re not staying where I usually stay.”

“Where are we staying?” I asked.

“Just follow me. Trust me, you will like it!” She kissed me softly and got into her car. I followed her to a Victorian-style house in what appeared to be an affluent area of the small town. It was large with lavish gardens and as I rolled up the driveway, I saw a small cottage in the back of the property. I followed her up the lane and through an ornate gate to the entrance.

“Welcome to our love nest!” she whispered as she unlocked the door with an old-fashioned key. She stepped aside and let me in to see that the cottage was actually a converted garage complete with all the amenities a couple looking for a romantic getaway would ever need. A queen-sized four-poster bed dominated the room with an open concept bathing area complete with a glass-walled shower and a double whirlpool tub, both of which were plenty big for two. A privacy screen was on the left side and a small kitchenette was on the right. The room had no television to distract us.

She followed me in and tapped my shoulder to get my attention. She opened her arms and embraced me, kissing me softly. “I took the day off tomorrow so we have the whole day to ourselves!”

“This must have been expensive!” I said.

“Let me worry about that,” she replied before kissing me again. “Let’s see if that bed is as comfortable as it looks!” Turns out it was, and after some kissing and groping, she stopped me. “Excuse me a moment.” She took her bag and went behind the privacy screen. When she emerged a few moments later, she was dressed in all-black lingerie and was holding a small bag that I’d never seen before.

“Remember how we talked about you watching me when I play with myself?” I nodded. “You relax and let me show you how I do things when I’m away!” She went to a large wingback chair that faced the bed on a diagonal and arranged a towel to cover it. “This is going to get messy!” she whispered before sitting down and spreading her legs to reveal her pussy covered with the tiny triangle of black satin.

She toyed with her clit, occasionally slipping her fingers inside herself as she looked at me and smiled. After a few minutes, I was rock hard so I shifted to get a bit more comfortable. She smiled and reached down to pick up the small bag, opening the drawstring and removing a long thick dildo. “You think I have a boyfriend but I don’t, not really.” She waved it in front of her before kissing the tip of it, “This is my boyfriend!” She slid it down between her breasts and over her tummy before rubbing the head of it around her clit.

Her eyes remained locked onto mine as she slowly inserted the thick toy inside herself. She winced just a little as its broad head widened her opening and then her face became serene as it passed over her G-spot. She held it there for a few moments, sliding it in and out only an inch or so to massage that sensitive little spot just inside and behind her clit before pushing it the rest of the way in. “Mmmm, that feels so good!” she whispered as she smiled at me.

I reached down to rearrange my erection to get more comfortable. “Go ahead, take it out! Show me your cock!” she whispered as she started moving the toy inside herself. I did as she asked and she smiled even more broadly when she saw it. “Does it bother you that I seem to be enjoying this toy that is rather larger than your cock?”

I couldn’t recall her ever saying that word before, much less tormenting me with it. “Are you enjoying it more than my cock?” I asked, trying to turn the tables.

“It’s like this,” she said. “You know how you like sometimes for me to just jerk you off or how you like to fuck my ass just so it feels different? That’s how it is with this. I love your cock, it fits me so perfectly but sometimes I just need a different feeling, that’s all.”

“I never thought of it that way,” I said as I groaned. The sight of that thick fake cock sliding in and out of her with the shaft all shiny from her natural lubrication was getting to me. Watching this live was definitely better than watching it on video.

“Well, think of it that way!” she suggested. She started moving the toy faster and I watched as her opening distended a little on each outward stroke as if her pussy was unwilling to release even a small fraction of an inch from itself. Her fingers drew up and down on either side of her clit the way she told me to do the first time I ever went down on her. “Fuck! So fucking good!” she moaned as she fucked herself.

I stroked myself slowly as I watched her climb Mount Orgasm, wanting only to maintain my level of arousal until she was finished. I knew my wife’s libido well enough to know that once she had one orgasm, she’d want another. I fully intended to provide her with that orgasm with my cock.

Her moaning became louder as she fucked herself harder and faster. I couldn't imagine any man pistoning himself in and out of her as quickly as she was with that toy. I saw her take a deep breath and I knew she was about to cum. Suddenly the toy flew out of her as a scream erupted from her core and a stream shot out of her pussy! Both were long and loud and then she drove the fake cock back into herself and her hand became a blur once more. A few dozen strokes later, she came again, another scream and another stream shot from her. She slipped the toy back into herself and stroked it in and out slowly as a smile creased her face and her eyes opened to find mine.

“That looked like fun!” I smiled at her. She giggled and beckoned me to come to her with a crooked finger.

“With a friend like this, I don’t need any boyfriend!” she whispered between kisses.

“But then who would you get to do this when you’re cooped up in a sterile hotel room all alone?” I asked as I began kissing my way down her body.

“That’s why I ask you to come visit me!” she said softly. I kissed my way down her body, letting her hands guide my head where she wanted it to go. She sighed when my lips touched the hollows in her hips and moaned softly as I neared her mound. Soon she was sighing and whispering as my breath warmed her clit and my tongue brushed it ever so lightly. “Yes!”

I took the toy and began moving in and out of her as I licked and suckled on her and soon she was climbing back up, never having fully descended from her previous high. I moved it slowly, alternating soft suckling and licking on her clit to bring her near the edge of another orgasm before backing off and looking up at her face. The writhing of her body and the expressions she showed told me I was doing exactly what she wanted me to do.

“Please!” she begged as I edged her for the fifth time. “You can’t tease me all night!”

“Oh, but I can!” I whispered.

“Come on, Baby! Mama needs to cum so bad!”

“Oh, I’ll make you cum,” I whispered. “But it won’t be bad, it will be very, very good!” I bent to my task, and she clamped her thighs against my head, holding me in place. I felt her hands tighten in my hair as she moaned loudly. The rubbing of my cock against the sheets had aroused me as well and I knew that I needed to do something to keep from cumming before I ever got inside her.

I stopped and kissed my way up her body again, placing soft kisses on her lips and face. I wrapped my arms tightly around her and rolled us over so she was on top of me. “Suck my cock!” I whispered and she smiled at me before moving down and taking me into her mouth. I revelled in the warm wetness as she sucked me in deeply, the head pausing at the entrance to her throat. I pushed my hips upward to urge her to go the extra inch to get me into her throat but she stopped and looked at me.

“I’ll teach you to edge me!” she said as she teased along the length of my shaft with her tongue. She played with it for a moment and then I felt her start to shift so that she could lower her pussy to my mouth while she sucked on me. I groped around for the toy and she read my mind, handing it to me before settling her hips over my face. I saw the clear drop of fluid clinging to her clit as she lowered herself down and then felt again the warmth as her mouth enveloped my head.

As I slid the toy back into her, I marvelled at the way her inner lips splayed out slightly to receive it. I wondered how those lips would look wrapped around the base of my cock as she settled herself fully onto me. Then, as I retracted it, I watched as her opening distended ever so slightly when the broad ridge of its glans almost came out of her. Her mouth came off me, “You can watch, or you can lick! I’d rather you licked!”

“Yes, Ma’am!” I mumbled as her pussy descended and I flicked my tongue forward. This time, as I pushed the toy home, I felt her throat relax as the head of my cock slipped into it. I felt the lurch of her body as she overrode the reflex and started to pull back when her hands grabbed my hips and held me into her.

Now I never last long on the few occasions that my darling bride chooses to favour me with her deep-throat skills and tonight was no exception. “Fuck!” I groaned and she knew I was close. Her mouth came off me suddenly.

“Ladies first!” she growled and pushed her cunt onto my face. I fucked the toy in and out as fast as I could and suckled on her clit, flashing my tongue across it rapidly and in less than a minute I felt her draw in a deep breath. This was going to be a big one!

Her moans turned to screams as she came. She covered all the vowels and most of the consonants as her cum gushed out around the thick toy. It is impossible even to spell some of those noises but I got the hint to fuck her and suck on her harder. Her tiny rosebud clenched and relaxed with each wave and I knew that if I played my cards right, I would soon see my cock sliding into that tightest of holes.

I eased off and felt her mouth envelope me one last time, her hand squeezed and massaged my shaft, and soon I was near the end of the countdown. My hips surged up involuntarily as my cum shot out into her mouth. Over and over my cock pulsed, ejecting my warm gooey cum into her mouth ass he lapped it all up, trying to not let a single drop escape.

She took a couple of long slow sucks before shimmying her way up and placing her lips on mine, our faces inverted. “You were right!” she whispered. “That was good!”

“It was!” I replied as I tasted our cum on her tongue. “We should do this more often!” She wriggled her way around and we cuddled, sharing soft kisses as we traced our fingertips along the lines of each other’s faces.

“I love the way you love me!” she whispered. We kissed again. “I promise I will never, ever be unfaithful to you!”

“I believe you,” I said.  A few moments later, I was asleep.

That night, my nightmare came back to me, more vivid than ever. It was like I was looking down from the ceiling as she and a strange man did all the things we had just done. The detail in my mind was complete with my point of view shifting every so often to see the action up close before retreating to the ceiling. When she had taken his cum in her mouth she looked up at me and showed it to me before swallowing it down. “He is so much better than you!” she whispered before kissing him and urging him back inside her pussy. Her eyes remained locked on mine as she fucked this hunk of a man, only breaking contact when she came again around his cock. “God I wish my husband’s cock was as big as yours!”

I woke up, startled and soaked in sweat. As I bolted upright, I woke my sleeping wife, who looked startled for a moment before recognizing that I’d just had another nightmare. She reached for me and pulled me down to her, holding me tightly as I sobbed in her arms. She soothed me until my breathing slowed and I drifted back to sleep.

When I awoke, I was alone and a little confused. I rolled over and saw a note on her pillow. “I had to leave for work, I have an early meeting. Sleep in. I’ll be back after lunch and we’ll talk about last night. I love you!” I rolled back over and lay there for a few minutes thinking about the incredible sex we’d had the night before but my mind wandered quickly to my nightmare. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” I asked the empty room.

I lay there for a while and then got up, made some coffee and saw the croissant and fruit that she’d brought back from the breakfast bar. I must have been out pretty fucking hard when she got up. I found myself wishing she’d woken me up but it was what it was. I spent the morning trying to figure out what it was that was making me have these awful dreams. Maybe it was my own insecurities or perhaps it might be that I really did want to watch my wife get fucked by another man.

She returned to the hotel just after noon and we went out for some lunch before retiring back to our room. “I think I need to see a therapist,” I told her.

“Why do you think that?” she asked. I told her about what I’d been thinking about and how it might be that my subconscious was telling me that I wanted to watch her have sex with another man.

“I am not going to have sex with anyone but you!” she declared loudly. “You are all I need!”

“I believe you,” I said. “This is my problem, not yours!”

“That’s where you are wrong, Buddy!” she said firmly. “Your problems are my problems. We need to sort this out but we have to do it together!”

“Maybe you’re right,” I conceded, but I wasn’t convinced.

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“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” the therapist said.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because if it goes wrong, it could destroy your marriage,” he replied. “Is that a risk you’re willing to take?”

“Maybe,” I said.

“What about your wife, what does she think?”

“She’s not a big fan of the idea,” I admitted.

“Think about it, if she was really going to fool around on you, don’t you think she’d jump at the chance to have sex with another man?”

“I suppose she might,” I admitted again. “I just don’t know what else to do. These nightmares are killing me!”

“I can prescribe something to help you sleep,” he said.

“I’m not having any trouble getting to sleep; I just keep getting woken up by these nightmares,” I said.

“The medication might help you sleep through,” he said.

“I don’t want to sleep through, I want the nightmares to stop!” I said, becoming more exasperated.

“Let’s try the prescription and we can talk about it more when you see me next,” he said. “Give it an honest try, please.”

“Sure,” I said.

~ ~ ~

I didn’t have any nightmares for a few nights but that weekend, it came back. As I sat up, my body heaving and sweating, my wife looked at me, “Sweetie, I wish there was something I could do!”

“It’s not you, it’s me,” I said, which made her laugh.

“So you’re breaking up with me?” she grinned. I hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead.

“Never!”

The nightmares continued but the medication did help me with getting back to sleep afterwards. Each time, my wife would hold me and promise that I was the only man for her. I continued my therapy sessions, during which we went through all the traumatic events in my life in a vain effort to find something that was triggering these dreams.

We tried everything short of having her sleep with another man. More elaborate and expensive toys, a fucking machine, a Sybian, even a male love doll that replicated a man from thighs to shoulders. They were mostly fun, except the fuck machine which she found a little hard to control and a bit too rough for her liking. She bought a suitcase for the Sybian though and used to take it on her overnight trips when I couldn’t be there. We had many great video chats while she used that one! But the nightmares kept coming.

“Please do this, for me,” I begged her one night after dreaming that two men had savaged her body, cumming in her pussy and her ass before she begged them to cover her face with cum. As she stared up at me in my dream, her body covered in what looked like quarts of white sticky goo, she smiled sweetly and whispered, “You’ll never be man enough!”

“Don’t ask me to do that!” she begged back.

“You said you would do anything to help me!” I countered.

“I can’t do that!” she cried. We both wept as we held each other.

A week later, as I was mindlessly watching some sitcom rerun, she came up behind me and put her arms around me, kissing my cheek. “Okay,” was all she said.

I turned and looked up at her. “Do you mean it?”

“We’ve tried everything else!” she said. “But promise me, however this goes, you will never ask me to do this again!”

“Never!” I said. I reached up and pulled her face down for a kiss. A minute later we were fucking on the couch.

She left it to me to make the arrangements. “It’s your idea, you set it up!” I thought at first about placing an ad on an adult dating site, but in the end, I figured the easiest and safest way was to hire a male escort to do the deed.

My wife and I didn’t discuss it any further. Once we’d made the decision to do this, my nightmares almost stopped, and they weren’t as vivid as before. I took that as a sign we were doing the right thing. We went out to a movie or dinner like a date night, so she had no suspicion that I had arranged anything as we enjoyed an after-dinner drink and listened to a band at a pub. When we left, however, we didn’t go home; rather, we walked just up the hill from the pub to a nice hotel. She stopped me when she realized what was going on.

“Are you sure?” she asked me, holding my hands tightly in hers.

“I’m sure!” I smiled and kissed her. “Who knows, you might even enjoy it!”

“That’s what you said the night I gave you my virginity!” she giggled.

“And look how that worked out!” I said. I was as nervous as I’d ever been as we walked to the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. We stood in front of the door and held each other. “Ready?”

“Ready.” We kissed and I opened the door. “He must not be here yet,” I said. “He should be soon. Why don’t you go take a soak in the tub while we wait?”

“Okay,” she said. “I’m assuming you brought something appropriate for me to wear?” she asked through the closed door. I heard the tub begin to fill and imagined the smile on her face when she saw that I’d laid out the things she would need to properly prepare herself. I thought that she’d probably taken care of that already; she usually kept herself groomed nicely, but I didn’t want to take any chances.

I heard the tap on the door and opened it to welcome the man who I would watch as he pleasured my wife. I offered him a drink and we sat and chatted about why he was here and what was expected of him. In short, he was to make her cum harder than she had ever done.

My wife called out to me so I went to peek into the washroom. “Help me with these, please!” she asked, holding out the pearl earrings and necklace I’d given her. She always had trouble with the clasp on the necklace, so I fastened it and turned her to face me. “Is he here yet?” she asked.

I nodded. “He is. Are you sure you want to do this?”

It was her turn to nod. “I will do anything if it helps you get over the nightmares. I love you, never forget that!” We kissed softly, and she turned to look in the mirror.

“My God! You are so beautiful!” I whispered. She just smiled at me and touched her hair into place.

I took her hand and led her out of the washroom to meet her companion for the evening. He rose to his feet when he saw her. “Wow!” Moira blushed as she lowered her eyes. He came over to us and extended his hand to take hers. He lifted it and kissed her fingers. “It’s nice to meet you!”

“The pleasure is mine!” she replied.

“It will be soon,” I whispered into her ear as I backed away and sat in the cuck chair to watch them. They just stood looking at each other for a moment, their eyes not breaking contact until he leaned forward.

“May I kiss you?” he asked, and her lips moved to touch his. Their touch was soft and exploratory and lasted only a few seconds, but I swear she moaned a little as their lips parted. She looked over at me and smiled, waiting for my approval before continuing. I nodded and she turned her face back to his to kiss him again, more deeply and passionately. I shifted uncomfortably as I watched the growing intimacy between the woman I loved and a man I didn’t know. Consciously, my mind hated what was unfolding before me, but my subconscious was reacting very differently.

I shifted again to rearrange my growing erection as his hands moved to pull her closer. They drifted down to her hips and pulled him to her and she responded by moaning loudly into his mouth as their tongues danced together. Their kiss broke and she just looked at him, her cheeks flushed and her breathing elevated. She looked at me again and I hesitated before nodding once more. I knew this was the tipping point.

She took his fingers in her hand and brought them to her lips, kissing them before guiding them down over her body to the front of her hips. She pressed them against her, just as I had described her dream lover doing, as I’d seen it in my nightmares. I hoped she’d keep my descriptions of my nightmare in her mind and act them out. It looked like she was going to try to do just that.

I watched as her hand moved from pressing his into her mound to pressing against the lump at the front of his pants. She looked up at him and raised her eyebrows as she felt his firmness. They kissed again and I felt my cock surge to full hardness. I reached down to massage it and the noise distracted my wife, who looked over at me. “Take it out!” she whispered before turning back to her lover. She led him to the bed and turned to start undressing him. As his cock was exposed, she sighed and then looked over her shoulder at me. “I’m gonna suck this cock!” she whispered before opening her mouth and going down on him.

It was like watching porn but in real time as I saw her red painted lips sliding along his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she drew him out of her mouth and her tongue flicking forward as she descended onto him. She came off him and looked over at me, smiling before taking him back into her mouth again.

She sucked on him for what seemed like hours but was in reality only a minute or so before standing up and kissing him again. Then she reached down to pull her lingerie gown over her head, exposing her nakedness to us both. I watched his face as she saw her in her full, womanly beauty for the first time and was not disappointed. I had always felt like she was way out of my league, and the impressed look on his face confirmed it. I was indeed married to a Goddess!

She turned and lay back on the bed, opening her thighs to him. Her positioning was not an accident, I would have an un obstructed view of his cock as she slid into her pussy. I was surprised, however, to see the twinkling of the jeweled end of her butt plug as she exposed herself. That was her indication to me that she had prepared herself for a good fuck in her bum.

I looked around for the lube that she always discreetly set nearby but couldn’t see it. I knew that was no accident either, she meant for me to retrieve it for them, just as I had described in one of my more disturbing nightmares. I also knew how the sequence of events would go from this point forward as she re-enacted it the way I had described it.

She opened her arms to welcome him in. He needed no assistance, just as I knew he wouldn’t, as his cock aligned perfectly with her hairless and shining pussy, parting the inner lips and splaying them apart as he sank into her. I watched his long, slow stroke as he filled her and listened to her sigh as she enjoyed being filled. “Slowly!” she breathed as he started moving out and back in. “God! I love a long slow fuck!” I knew this to be true, she always enjoyed when she was on top, moving slowly and teasing me.

“Mmmm, baby! This feels so good!” she taunted me, just as she had in my dream. “I love this long thick cock in my hot pussy!” In truth, he was not much longer or thicker than I was, maybe a half inch or so and a little thicker, but she played it up like he was a foot long and as thick as her wrist. As he pulled back, I saw a flash of her fingers as she teased her clit. “That’s it! Fuck me deep!” she moaned, for my benefit more than his.

They stayed in that position for a few minutes, and then she whispered something I couldn’t hear. He smiled and moved off of her to allow her to get onto all fours, presenting her ass to him. She looked at me and beckoned me to her. “Would you mind if he fucked my ass?” she whispered as my face came next to hers. Just like I’d described to her. She pushed her face forward and kissed me softly before I went to the nightstand where I knew she’d stashed the lube. She reached beneath her and removed her plug, showing it to me before casting it aside.

“Kiss me, Baby Kiss me while he fucks my ass!” she moaned as he got into position. I felt her face push against mine as he pushed against her, and I heard the familiar grunt as he entered her. “Oh fuck, Baby! He’s in my ass! God damn, he’s fucking huge in there!” She must have rehearsed this, she had the script down pat. We continued kissing as he fucked her slowly, her sighs and moans getting louder as her arousal grew.

I knew what was coming, but I waited for some sign from her before moving. “Feed it to me!” she whispered and I moved to position my cock in front of her face. I watched in disbelief as my nightmare played out before me, a strange man fucking my wife’s full, perfect ass while she sucked my cock into her throat. I wondered if any of us would last long enough for the final scene to be played out.

“Wait! Stop!” she rasped and he moved from behind her. She pulled me up onto the bed and pushed me to lay on my back, swinging her leg over me and sinking her now sopping cunt onto my hardness. She looked back at him and nodded as we realized the one fantasy she had only ever dared to speak once when she was very drunk. I felt his cock against mine as he re-entered her bum and we clumsily started fucking both her holes.

“Easy boys! Find the rhythm!” she whispered hoarsely. “There we go!” she smiled at me as we figured it out. As his cock was drawing out, she sank onto mine and as her hips rose up off me, his pushed back into her. “I’m in fucking heaven!” she cried out, certainly loudly enough for anyone in the adjoining rooms to hear. Her cries grew louder, “Fuck me! Fill me up! Give it to me! I want all the cum!”

Her cries became more sounds than words as we both reamed her. She went through all the vowels and more than a few consonants as he made up new words to describe the heights of her pleasure, again, purely for my benefit as I had described them from my nightmare.

Just as I had dreamed, I came first, as hard as I ever had. My cock surged as it spat my cum inside her, the odd feeling of his cock rubbing against mine through that thinnest of layers of flesh that separated them was strangely erotic. He being younger, and I imagined more practiced, lasted a bit longer until she begged for him to cum in her ass. “YES! THAT’S IT! FUCK THAT MARRIED ASS! TAKE IT! FILL IT UP! YES! Yes!” she screamed until he did exactly as she had begged him to do.

His orgasm triggered hers and I felt the warm rush of her cum all around me, flowing from her and over our union as her pussy and ass spasmed with each surge. When he finished surging, she looked at me, her eyes filled with tears and her smile as broad as it had been on our wedding night. “Just a little more!" she whispered and I pushed upward to fulfill her request. Our partner did as well, bringing her to one last, long orgasm as she moaned between us. “Hold still!” she commanded softly, as I knew she would. She always liked to just cuddle with me as the afterglow set in.

After a few moments, he got up from behind her and she and I shared a few intimate kisses. “Are you okay?” she whispered.

“I think so,” I whispered back. “Was that as much fun as it sounded like?”

“It was perfect! She whispered. “I love you so much!” We kissed again as we felt the bed shift as our partner left us to go to the washroom.

We kissed and cuddled, rolling onto our sides as I slipped out of her. She reached down between us and gathered a large dollop of both our cum and brought it to her lips. “Mmmm, delicious!” she whispered. I never knew if she was lying when she said she loved the taste of my cum but if she was, I couldn’t tell. We kissed again and I tasted another man’s cum for the first time. I hoped it would be the last.

Our new friend returned fully dressed from the washroom and sat in the chair I had previously occupied. Moira looked over at him, “Do I thank you? What the protocol here?” He smiled and came over to the bed.

“No thanks are necessary! I enjoyed that as much as you did!” he smiled before bending down to kiss her. “You are an amazing woman!” She blushed and turned to me. “I hope this works for you, but if it doesn’t and you want a repeat engagement, you know how to get in touch.”

“Okay,” she whispered. They kissed again, and he left.

We kissed some more until I had to use the washroom, and as I was finishing, she joined me. “Wash me clean!” she whispered as he got into the shower. “I need you to wash me clean!” I obliged and was rewarded with as good a blowjob as any man in history had ever received. She moaned as my cum filled her throat. She stood up, and we kissed softly as the water cascaded over us. “Do you think that worked?”

“I guess we’ll find out!” I replied. We kissed again and then got out, dried each other off and returned to bed.

I slept soundly that night, waking only once to use the washroom. When I returned to bed, I woke her, accidentally on purpose, and we made love again. In the morning, we did it again, and as we showered, she looked up at me. “No nightmare last night?” I shook my head, and she smiled. “Then it was worth it!”

It turned out that my nightmares were cured and, although I did have a few rather erotic dreams, they didn’t bother me at all. Then, one morning about six months later, as we lay in the same hotel bed, she looked at me and smiled. “Remember when I said to never ask me to do that again?” I nodded and kissed her. “Well, as it happens, I, um, had a rather interesting dream last night! Want me to tell you about it?”

“Oh?” I said.

She smiled and reached down to fondle my growing erection. “I wonder what pussy tastes like?”