She’s having a sex dream about me.
I slide closer, listening carefully, afraid I’m going to wake her up. Maybe I should jostle her and pretend I’m not hearing this. But she is my wife. There’s nothing wrong with a man wanting to be intimate with the woman he married. Even if their marriage is barely more than ink on a contract.
“Oh god, Gabe…” Her moans are erotic. Her breath is coming fast, her chest rising and falling. She’s in a tight white t-shirt and her nipples are stiff, pressing against the thin fabric. I’m so hard I can barely breathe. I’ve never been this aroused in my entire life. It’s wrong, staying here and listening, so fucking wrong, and I don’t care.
I reach down between my legs and start to stroke myself.
“Fuck me, Gabe… oh god, Gabe…”
She whimpers and rolls onto her back. One hand presses against her chest, the other splayed out above her head. I watch her, stroking my cock up and down, gritting my teeth?—
Before reaching out with my right hand and slipping it down beneath her panties.
Fuck, this is wrong. This is so fucking wrong. I stroke my shaft with my left and reach toward her pussy with my right. I’m still inches away, right beneath the hem of her underwear, caught between wanting to keep going and knowing this is all fucking wrong.
I can still back away. I haven’t crossed the line. I can still salvage this. There’s still time?—
Her eyelids flutter.
And she looks at me.
Wide awake now.
There’s a moment. I don’t move. It’s obvious what I’m doing. My dick’s out, my hand’s gripping the base, and my other hand is two inches above her pussy.
Her gaze is still fuzzy with sleep, but she knows what’s going on.
The hand on her chest slips down and covers mine. My chest pounds with adrenaline. The excitement of getting caught threatens to overwhelm me. I can barely breathe. Fuck, this was so goddamn stupid?—
She presses my fingers down until they brush against her pussy.
Oh my god.
She wants more.
I stroke her gently to make sure. She releases a soft mewling whimper, mouth hanging open. Her eyes find mine, desperate, and I must be a fucking lunatic, because I keep going.
I slip my fingers up and down her slit, rolling around before sliding them inside of her.
God, she’s soaking wet.
She groans, back arching. Her eyes squeeze shut as she spreads her legs wider. I stroke my cock faster, rolling my hand around my tip to gather up the moisture there as my fingers do their work on her dripping pussy. I slide them in deep, curling them in, palm grazing her clit as they pump into her.
Her hips grind into my hand. Her arms are above her head as she presses against the headboard. She’s moaning, breathing hard and gasping, and I keep going. Fuck she’s so sexy, it’s unbelievable how badly I want to fill her tight pussy with my cock, thrust so hard she screams, tear her in half until she begs. I never should’ve come in here. I never should’ve touched her.
And now I can’t stop.
“Gabe,” she says, fully awake, whimpering my name, and I’m done. I’m so fucked, I can barely think.
I stroke her pussy faster, settling into a rhythm, and she arches against me, gasping, mouth hanging open.
“Fuck, Nika,” I moan, watching her twitch against my hand. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
“Keep going. Fuck, I’m so close.”
The sounds she makes are heaven. The heat of her body drives me wild. I want to crush my cock into her mouth but I can’t stop this, not when I have her dancing on the edge. I want to see her shatter. I need to feel it and taste it. I keep stroking, in and out, teasing and pushing.
“Break for me, Nika. Come for your husband. Come on, baby, you’re so fucking pretty when you’re a dirty girl for me.”
