Written by FourHours

Fact
28 Sep 2013


For some reason, there are times I wake up in the night with a very stiff cock after having dreams about sex. My dreams are almost always about my wife, and other times someone I have noticed at work or in public. In my dream I am nude and she is in professional executive business attire and for some reason she never seems to notice my nudity. I try not to be embarrassed and I try not to get hard but I always do.

In my dream mind I am convinced that if I act too embarrassed she will notice my nudity and hard cock and shriek. I become frustrated, needy and yet I risk daring myself to be bolder and not be embarrassed and distract her attention of my being nude and my hardening cock. I get closer standing in front of her with my now hard cock pulsing and pointing at her as she just proceeds with a normal conversation. So in my frustration I become bolder.

I try to act confident and calm. The whole time my cock flexes as it is pulsing. How can she not see it? Finally my dream mind brings me to the conclusion I must be more daring to keep the situation under control. I remember standing nude with a huge hard on very close to her and talking. Her hand just hanging at her side close to the same level as my cock.

Confidently, I move closer eventually ever so slightly touching her hand with my bulging cock. It works. She becomes more calm even happy, acting far more comfortable and relaxed. I feel more in control. So I slowing slide my bulging pulsing hard on into her hand. I become terrified for a moment, breathing hard and feeling like my hard on is just about to burst as it stretched the skin and grew another inch. But I force out my fear and regain my confidence. It works again. She continues to act as if she has not noticed, but her hand seems to be gripping me now. I just stand there boldly in conversation when her hand then started to move up and down across my cock stroking me. She simply acts normal but she is stroking me so pleased to be involved in our conversation. I am red with embarrassment but act bold and confident. I feel empowered to move my hips thrusting into her grip as I begin to fuck her hand. She seems so calm but she grips me more fully, harder and more aggressively strokes my cock up and down. I feel even more brave and powerfully in control so I purposely and with intent begin to thrust into her hand as I get closer to the edge. She continues her calm business conversation while squarely looking me in the eye as I thrust into her hand. How can she not notice the changes in my facial expression as I am more caught up in this lustful conflict. Suddenly I become fearful that she has noticed and wonder is she in control or am I in complete control of her inner sexual self as she now is starting to grip me harder and stroke me deeper and harder along the full length of my thrusting cock.

Just as I am about to cum, she looks down to her busy hand and then back to my face. She leans close to me with her lips parted. I stop thrusting but she continues stroking me. She acts as if she is about to speak. I completely fill with fear and I wake.

These dreams are often, but only when my wife is in bed with me. When she is out of town on business the dreams never occur. I always awake and never cum and I wonder how she can not notice because every time I wake she is always turned toward me her hand near my cock. Sometimes her hand is on my cock.

I woke up in a stupor, completely disoriented and gasping after the dream. The bedroom is oddly filled with a blue haze of light from the moonlight. I am so hard I am pulsing. I thought I would burst immediately and worried my wife would notice. My mind tried to recover from my dream woman’s discovery and denial. As I gained my bearings I tried to regain my confidence, regain control. Still in a haze I continued to wake a bit more and noticed my wife’s hand was between us. My cock was still pulsing and I suddenly realized she actually has her fingers on my cock.

Usually, no matter how slightly I move, my wife unconsciously moves or repositions herself in response. She was facing me, with her other hand in between us, palm up, so I become convinced that I must make it look as if she started this. That she made me hard, or be discovered. Moving my hips slightly, I touched her fingers with my cock to see if she would respond.

Nothing. Her face was right in front of mine and her warmth breath was hitting my face in that rhythm that is easy to recognize as a pretty deep sleep.

More and more I am sure I must try and be confident to take control. I inched my hips up slowly and placed it in her palm. Still, she was totally still. Her hand was really warm and I was instantly on the edge. Just then, she made a few of those little twitches with her fingers that probably meant she was dreaming and I could feel myself pulse in her hand. For a moment I wondered what she might be dreaming about.

I kept my cock in her hand and felt every little tiny movement. Her fingers continued to twitch and it sent little spasms all the way through my dick. It’s at this moment I realize I must be bolder so she will know, if she awakes that her unconscious mind created this lustful activity.

I reached down and gently wrapped her fingers around my cock shaft. She still didn't budge and her breathing didn't change very much, so I slowly started to move my hips so that my cock slid slowly into her hand. I stop for a moment in fear of waking her with my movements. Involuntarily my cock pulses hard in her hand. I try to remain still but I am convinced I must continue to be bold. So I pushed my cock deeper into her hand.

Her fingers had stopped tiny little twitching and had started to tighten in a grip holding my cock tighter. As I kept up my cock thrust, slowing into her hand as her fingers tightened more and more. I stop again, but her hand does not. She is now fully gripping me. And before I can move again she strokes me. Once. And then again. She stops and then again. And again. She is starting a rhythm. I am full of fear that her own involuntary movements will cause her to wake. I am even more sure that I must make it look like her doing. So roll ever so slowly toward my back. Her hand continues to grip me as I move. I notice her breathing begin to change to a longer deeper pattern. I know I need to control this moment so roll completely on my back. Her hand follows my cock all the way. Now settled with her hand reaching and holding my cock I assume she will think this was all her actions so I can be more bold. I feel myself get harder and I am torturously close to coming and can feel the wetness leak from my cock to her hand and down my shaft. I feel powerfully in control and slowly thrust up with my hips. Once. And then again. I stop and then again. And again. I am starting a rhythm. She moves slightly away rolling her legs apart and pushing the covers almost to her knees. I am fully in fear that my movements and her own involuntary movements will cause her to wake.

She settles into a bit deeper and steady breathing pattern of long slow inhale and an quick, almost relief filled, exhale but I am sure she is still sleeping. I am sure of myself now that I must stay in control and be bold I reach over slowly and softly place her other hand between her own legs. The situation is delicious and delirious. If she wakes she will think her own sleeping masturbation will have started all of this. Confidently I settle back and just about when I am ready to push into her hand again she grips me a bit harder. Then, amazingly she starts feeling her own pussy.

I am in shock as her fingers play up and down on her button spot. I am now frozen with fear and lust for the blue hazed vision in front of me. I can see from the glow of the light coming from outside the window that her fingers are glistening with wetness. Then her fingers get busier. She rubs herself faster. She is breathing faster. I hear her make a tiny little moan. I realize her dream is now taking control.

I know now she could wake at any moment and I remain still as can be with her grasp even more firmly holding me. She sometimes talks in her sleep. I don’t think she knows this and usually her sleep talk is often incoherent. But tonight in between her her deepening breathes I hear her say a name. The name is someone we both know. A business acquaintance of hers. He is strong willed and quite an intellectual type and she is always professional around him with me around. I know he makes her feel engaged and challenges her, but quietly nervous and she is always a bit charged after being with him most of the day or when they travel out of town. I suddenly realize that it is on these days when I have these dreams of lust and power and conflict.

Again his name mumbles from her lips as her fingers now go deep into her pussy. She now tells him, “Fuck me.” Her words are becoming clearer as I worry she will wake with her one hand firmly holding me in place and her other hand fucking herself to his satisfaction.

Then come the words I never expected to hear, “I love when you fuck me.” Her hand gets busier I am sure she will come in a minute and she will wake. Then she says, “Come in me. Please come in me.” The bed is moving slightly as she thrusts her her hips into her fingers. With her own fingers, his cock plunges into her over and over as he fucks her hard and deep. But more importantly, she is eagerly fucking him back. I see her shutter and grip herself. She is coming as he comes inside her, all the while holding me firmly in place with my cock harder than ever, still leaking and on the edge. I am full of fear and lust as I now grow more powerless and out of control of this situation.

She calms down after coming. She then drags her drenched fingers across her stomach and breasts and finally sucks his cum from her fingers. Still asleep, she lets go of my still hard and pulsing cock. I need to come so much but feel I am powerless and afraid she would now catch me. So as she rolls away from me I snuggle up to her and let my cock slip just between her legs just below her pussy. I can feel her wetness. If she were awake I know that she could feel me pulsing involuntarily as my cock presses against her warm drenched pussy. But, I am resigned now to the fact that is all I can do. I lay there frustrated and needful but amazed at the sight and sound of her sleeping lustful encounter with him.

Then I hear her utter one more thing. “More.” I feel her fingers dig into her lips again. They are now busy just above my cock and a she is now leaking profusely. She is breathing harder again and moans a little again. Then she adds, “More, fuck me more.” Then she runs her fingers deep as his dream cock strokes into her pussy again and again, her fingers bumping into my cock over and over again. I want to be in her, with her fingers, trying to take his place inside her and in her mind.

She is so wet that as I continue to pulse I am almost in her, but just barely, my cock rubbing the inside of her outer lips. She is so very wet. She utters his name over and over and says, “Fuck me. Fuck me. Come in me. Please come in me.”

She begins to shutter again and as she does my cock slips inside her lips just a tiny amount more. She comes quickly and her body shakes in little tremors as her fingers, his cock, spreads her lips wider. The head of my cock falls completely into her. Then I feel it. Her pussy pulses hard as he is dream fucking her to another drenching orgasm as her fingers are now pushing my cock deeper and deeper. I am almost ready to join her moment of ecstasy as he fucks her deeper and her fingers drive deep into her pussy pushing my cock yet another inch into her wetness when she shutters again and her breathing slows. She slowly rolls onto her stomach releasing my cock from its rightful place in her pussy.

I am so hard and my mind is a reck with lust denied. But I finally drift off to a very needful sleep wondering if her dream was based on real experiences.

The next thing I know I hear her showering. Billowing clouds of steam are escaping from the shower. The room glows with a faint morning light as it streams through the steam. I see her silhouette as she exits the shower, her large breasts and the space between her legs. She walks out emerging from the clouds of steam totally nude and stunning. She walks to me slowly. Her breasts sway in slow motion as she moves. She slowly glides to the bed and sits next to me, leans in brushing her bare wet breasts across my chest and kisses me hard. I am alarmed and so turned on. She must know of our night. After the kiss she just smiles at me. As she starts to move away but stops to brush her hand along my cock. She reaches putting her hand softly against my cock as it grows then slowly and gently begins to grip it ever so slightly then tighter and tighter until I am hard as a rock. Then she stops and walks away.

She begins packing for an out of town business trip. Still nude she walks around collecting each and every item one at a time. She asks me to help her. Meaning I must walk around with my raging hardness. She brushes by me while I try and maintain a normal conversation. She acts as if I am not nude walking full staff. I know I must maintain control. I know I must now be bolder even nonchalant about my nudity and stiff cock.

So as we pass in the closet doorway, I start talking about her trip and what she has to do. It’s a casual conversation about work. I feel so much more in control. I’m very hard still and needing to keep control of this conversation I boldly get closer. She turns away but her hand brushes the full length of my cock. Her back is facing me now and she begins to dress in her professional business attire. First a pair of very shear panties then stockings and her skirt leaving her lovely breast open and exposed. I move right up behind her and reach for her nightgown to continue her packing. In doing so my cock slips under her short skirt and right between her legs. While picking out her next outfit with one hand her other hand goes toward my cock. She holds it for a moment. I ask more about the job trying to keep control of this moment. She tells me there is tons of work to do. More than one person can handle.

Then she begins to stroke me as we continue to talk about her work. I feel so in control and push my cock deeper though her legs and into her hand. She is casually gripping me harder as I ask if anyone is going along to help. He is going on the trip she adds as if it were just a simple fact. Then she notices the nightgown I am reaching for and says, “Oh I won’t be needing that.”

I almost loose complete control and fear grips me as she admits he will be there and that nightgown will not be needed. She continues talking about her trip as she turns to me and stands close. So as she just stand there talking to me about her work plans with him I am convinced I can keep her from noticing that everything she is doing has kept me on edge all night and now all morning. Her wet showered nude body, her swaying breast, her talk of his presence and that she will not need her night clothes all the while dressing and taking away the vision of what I need - her luscious beautiful body and that I am convinced now she will mostly likely be fulfilling her dream.

I feel I can regain my control if I can just act bold again. As she stands there talking business I get close to her again and touch my cock to her hand. She does not seem to notice and I feel more in control and push deeper into her hand. Slowly she begins to grip me again as she keeps talking casually. My cock is so hard as she reaches out for her white blouse. It’s daring and almost completely sheer. She has begun stroking me slowly and as she holds the blouse up. I can see the fabric flow softly over her breasts and her nipples are clearly visible. She is still talking about her trip but I am about to burst as my cock is pulsing hard in her hand as she continues to act unaware of her stroking me more vigorously.

I am red with embarrassment but act bold and confident. I feel empowered to move my hips thrusting into her grip as I begin to fuck her hand. She seems so calm but she grips me more fully, harder and more aggressively strokes my cock up and down. I feel even more brave and powerfully in control so I purposely and with intent begin to thrust into her hand as I get closer to the edge. She continues her calm business conversation while squarely looking me in the eye as I thrust into her hand. How can she not notice the changes in my facial expression as I am more caught up in this lustful conflict. Suddenly I become fearful that she has noticed and wonder is she in control or am I in complete control of her inner sexual self as she now is starting to grip me harder and stroke me deeper and harder along the full length of my thrusting cock.

Just as I am about to cum, she looks down to her busy hand and then back to my face. She leans close to me with her lips parted. I stop thrusting but she continues stroking me. She acts as if she is about to speak. I completely fill with fear and I wake.

She is laying there in bed next to me sleeping. Her hand is on my cock.


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