Horror washed over me as I realized what had happened. My pussy had gotten so wet from that dream—that terrible, shameful dream—that it had soaked completely through my cotton panties. I could feel the dampness against my thighs, could smell the unmistakable scent of my arousal.
My face burned with humiliation even in the darkness. What kind of girl had such dreams? What kind of wife got so wet from imagining her husband whipping her and forcing her to beg to be fucked in her… in her…cuntand herasshole?
The words from the dream echoed in my head, making me feel sick with shame. I barely even knew what the c-word meant—I had only heard it whispered once by one of the naughtier girls at school. But in my dream I had used it. Had begged to have my cunt fucked.
I couldn’t lie here next to Chris anymore. Couldn’t risk him waking up and discovering what I’d done, what my body had done while I slept.
Moving as carefully as I could, I slipped out from under his arm and out of the bed. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake. I stood there for a moment, looking down at him in the dim light—my husband, who in just a few hours would take me to the mountain resort where he had promised to fuck me.
Where he would put his cock inside my pussy and make me his wife in truth.
The thought made my soaked vagina clench, and I had to bite my lip to keep from whimpering.
I turned away and began gathering my things, packing them back into my suitcase as quietly as I could. We needed to leave soon anyway, to make the drive to the resort. Better to be ready when Chris woke up. Better to be busy and productive rather than lying in bed thinking about dreams and wetness and the terrible things my body seemed to want.
I found a fresh pair of panties in my suitcase—another modest white cotton pair—and slipped into the bathroom to change. When I pulled down the soaked ones, I couldn’t help looking at them, at the evidence of my shameful arousal.
Tonight, I thought as I dropped them into my dirty laundry bag and pulled on the fresh pair. Tonight Chris would see me getthis wet. He would know what his touch did to my body. He would know exactly how naughty I really was underneath all my protests and fear.
The thought made me want to cry and made my pussy clench with need at the same time.
