David Crane - The wife_s young lover

It was the only source of frustration in what, for Charles, was a very satisfactory sex life and a happy marriage.

Someday he was determined to work up the nerve to bring the conversation around to the subject. If only something would happen that would help him initiate the suggestion.

Charles was going to get lucky.

Marlene was dreaming.

It was an exciting dream and she was shifting and whimpering as the details moved through her slumber. She was smiling and, had her eyes been open, they would have been shining with passion.

Marlene was dreaming that she was an officer in the army, and that, she was in charge of training a group of young raw recruits. The troops were all eighteen years old, tall, lean and fit from basic training. They had short hair and muscular necks. And they were armed with cocks like cannons.

Marlene was putting them through a drill.

She had them marching in formation before her as she reclined on a bed that, in her dream, did not seem at all out of place on the parade grounds.

She lined them up for inspection.

They were in full uniform, polished and pressed, but their cocks were out in place of rifles. The big cock heads gleamed like the toes of polished boots and their bloated balls hung like grenades, ready to explode as soon as someone pulled the pin. She gave the commands. They shouldered arms – not an impossible feat in a dream, where their peckers were so long. She inspected that formidable array of ordinance, making sure that the barrels were well oiled and that not a single speck of dust marred the smooth muzzles.

Then she started them marching through a square formation, wheeling them left so that, one by one in column, they marched up to the bed and bayonetted her pussy. They each shot after a single stroke, which was absolutely satisfactory since she had a whole army to fuck. In perfect order they marched, wheeled, stabbed and shot. Marlene had trained them well – they had this drill down to a science.

She whimpered in her sleep as she took the creamy artillery into her hairy target, one by one, until the army had shot off every single round and left the armory bare.

Vaguely she realized that she must be dreaming. Reality could never be this wonderful. Even as these eighteen-year-old soldiers put the meaty weapons to her, she thought that in her next dream it might be nice to command a military academy where the boys were a bit younger – but just as formidably armed.

Like jungle fighters, they advanced through her pubic forest; like guerrillas, they moved into her swamp; they charged like cavalry and invaded her cunt in armored columns.

It was a lovely dream.

And Charles, watching his wife have her wet dream, was enjoying it as much as she was.

It was early morning with pearly light at the window, and she had awakened him with her shifting and whimpering. Charles was delighted when he realized that Marlene was creaming in her sleep. He watched her face as it twisted in lust and then he watched her nipples as they exploded. He gazed in adoration at her cunt as the slot filled with pussy-juice.

Charles simply had to take a picture of her! He slipped out of bed as quietly as he could, terrified that he might awaken her. But Marlene had no intention of waking from her ecstasy until she had drained the resources of her private army into her private arsenal.

He crept to the closet and got his camera out.

Crouching at the foot of the bed, he began to click the camera from a cock's viewpoint, focusing directly on her flooded snatch but making sure that her lust-contorted face was also in the frame. He took half a dozen pictures.

It was a Polaroid camera and he was dying to see the results when they emerged, but he was afraid that Marlene might awaken and find him with the evidence of his kinkiness. He decided he had better secrete the film and save his visual titillation for a later – and safer – moment.

He put the still cloudy photos in the breast pocket of a jacket that was hanging in the closet. He left the camera on the dresser. Then he went back to bed.

Charles, aroused by his wife's condition as well as his sneaky camera work, decided that he would benefit from the aroused state of her succulent pussy.

He decided to eat her out as she slept and dreamed.

He slid belly-down between her widespread thighs. He gazed at her lovely cunt for a few moments, until he began to drool for that succulent treat. His tongue came out, lapping at the inside of her thigh.

She moaned but did not awaken.

He ran his tongue up her thigh and licked at the crease, then switched over and repeated the tongue-stroke on the other leg. She was whimpering steadily now, low muffled sounds coming from her dream world like some mystic link between reality and fantasy.

He touched the tip of his cunt-hungry tongue to her stiffened cunt.

"Ooooooh," she murmured.

He flicked across the turbulent nugget of sensation a few times, then began to lick out her gaping slot and trace along her parted cuntlips with soft fluid strokes.

His nimble tongue added a new dimension to Marlene's dream. She began to move her hips with spasmodic jolts and thrusting heaves that ground her cunt into Charles' face. His lips parted and he tilted his head to the side, so that his mouth was fitted to her cunt as if those lips were another, mouth which he was passionately French kissing.

He stabbed his tongue as far up her creamy smoldering hole as it would delve. He sucked avidly at the fount, causing her to writhe and squirm even more. He turned his face to and fro in her crotch, until his countenance was soaked with pussy-juice from chin to brow and from ear to ear. His mouth was filling up with the sweet stuff. It flowed over his questing tongue and poured past his sucking lips. He gulped it down voraciously but the more he swallowed, the more her pussy yielded.

Charles was excited by the whole situation. Eating out a creamy pussy was always a joy, but doing it while his wife was asleep and dreaming added a dark twist to the thrill.

He used his fingers to spread her cunt further open, so that his tongue could push deeper up the hole. He rubbed her cunt to a froth. He began to finger-fuck her cunt with three fingers alongside his tongue, while his lips worshipped at the tingling bud of her passion.

His cock was so hard and hot now that it was pushing down into the mattress and levering his haunches up in the air like a crowbar prying under his ass.

But he ignored his cock as he concentrated on tonguing her snatch, paying great attention to details, making sure he was pleasuring her in as many ways as he could think of – labial, lingual, buccal, even dental, as he very tenderly nibbled upon her lust-engorged clit. He blew his hot breath up her cunt; he inhaled back out. His fingers spread a passage for his tongue and he forked out great tonguefuls of cuntjuice, dipping in, spooning, stirring. He was frolicking like a playful porpoise between her slick thighs, gobbling from her hairy cream-bowl with hearty appetite and ravenous gusto.

Marlene moved slowly and sinuously, undulating to the tempo of her rising lust. Her long legs twisted around his head and shoulders and her belly weaved back and forth before his face. Her loins were cupped, her haunches hooked, and as the thrill grew she began to move even more frantically.

Her dream had gone out of focus as the reality of her husband's oral love shoved it aside. The continuity was broken, and a series of fleeting images flitted through her mind. She was a submarine taking torpedoes up her tube; a landing craft loading elongated tanks; a long-range bomber refueling from a fat tube in mid-flight; a naval target into which rocket after rocket sped in fiery flight and explosive contact.