He came to me as I lay curled against B last night, my bare ass pressed against B’s hardness. HE was sleeping, but I knew that if I rubbed against him, he would come to life for me again.
There was something different about him, but what? I couldn’t figure it out. I felt amazing. I grew wet and slippery around his shaft.
I turned around and found myself facing a man I’d never seen before. He was still wearing his thick reading glasses that hide his beautiful eyes. I removed them the way I’d done a thousand times. I kissed him and promised him ass next time. He said something to me about me being his wife.
I bolted upright waking up B. “What’s wrong? Did you have a bad dream?”
“Then why do you look so freaked out?”
“I just met my husband in my dreams,” I said. “I was getting sleep-sex in my dream, I thought it was you, but when I turned around, I saw a man I’d never seen before. He called me his wife,”
He pulled me back to bed and hugged me. “I’m the only person who’s going to be sleep-sexing you. And the only wife you’re going to be, is mine. The bastard,"
“Are you jealous?”
“Yes. What does he look like? I’m going to find him and kick his ass,”
“Did you say that you were having sleep-sex?" he asked climbing on top of me.
He was trying to take me anal without lubrication," I said.
"That bastard," he said hopping out of the bed to get lubrication.
"Not going to happen," I said.