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The Mother of All Wet Dreams
by Funanyone (markiame@hotmail.com)
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A story about the stealthy advances on a drunken
straight guy by a married bi guy. (MMF, bi, alcohol,
oral, mast)
***
My wife, Janice, doesn't know about my bi streak. It's
not something I have the urge to do something about
very often, but every once in awhile, the right
circumstances will present themselves, giving me the
opportunity to indulge.
This particular opportunity was set in motion by a
series of unexpected events. My wife's best friend,
Barb, had been seeing this guy, Trevor, for quite some
time, but she had decided to break it off with him. He
did not take the break up news well at all.
He started calling Janice twenty or thirty times a day
trying to figure out how to win Barb back. He even ran
out an bought an engagement ring. Talk about
desperation! Someone breaks up with you so you ask her
to marry you? Get a grip! Anyway, it all finally came
to a head one night when Janice and I were out to
dinner one night.
Janice excused herself to the bathroom, and when she
came back, she said she had a bunch of messages from
Trevor that he was all depressed. Evidently, it finally
sunk in that Barb wasn't going to change her mind, so
he was hell bent on drinking himself into oblivion. So,
Janice thinks it's her job to babysit this guy while he
gets himself plastered. She proceeds to tell me she
needs to leave dinner and go get him. This did not set
well with me.
Obviously, someone needs to babysit this guy so he
doesn't do something really stupid, but my wife? Right
in the middle of dinner? Doesn't he have any other
friends he can call? Besides, she shouldn't get herself
between the two of them. What's Barb going to think?
None of these questions changed Janice's mind, so off
she went in search of Trevor. This, of course, leaves
me steaming mad, and finishing a dinner that for some
reason isn't quite as pleasing as it was a few minutes
ago.
At this point, nothing of what will transpire is
anywhere in my brain. What I'm thinking as I'm driving
home is giving Janice a good, long, hard fuck and
filling her pussy with a big load of my cum when she
gets home, hopefully turning some of my anger into
pleasure. A bit of a revenge fuck, but nothing too
mean.
So, I'm thinking it's time I start working up that big
load of cum. I unzip my pants and fish my cock out to
start stroking it. I was already hard from picturing by
cock forcefully slicing in and out of Janice, so I'm
stroking it long and slow not wanting to go too far.
I'm looking around at the other cars on the road
thinking what the women I'm seeing would think if they
knew what I was doing. Would they be disgusted? Would
any of them get excited to know? This fueled my passion
and I increased my speed... of my hand, not the car.
All the time I know I'm building up that big load for
Janice's pussy.
I arrived home sooner than I wanted, but that was
probably a good thing. Much longer, and I might not
have been able to stop myself. That would have been a
shame to waste a big load on my pants. I took a shower,
and settled into bed. It took me awhile to get to
sleep, since I was still thinking of what I was going
to do to Janice. Kissing, nibbling, sinking my teeth
into her neck like she likes, sucking and biting her
nipples, kissing my way down her belly to her pussy,
and latching on to her clit with my lips and sucking
her clit until she cums all over my face, then sliding
up and sliding my cock balls deep in one long steady
stroke. My hand was on my cock again with long, slow
strokes, making more and more cum for my lovely Janice.
It was getting late, and still no sign of Janice, so I
decided to get to sleep and attack Janice when she got
home.
A few hours later, I was roused by the movement of
Janice trying to slip into bed. I rolled over on my
side and laid my arm across her belly so her tits were
just touching my arm. She could tell I was awake as
soon as my hand started to cup and massage her tit. She
stopped me almost immediately! When I asked her what
was wrong, she said she couldn't. Couldn't? I'm tired,
and it's the bad time of the month was her reply. Now
I'm pissed.
She leaves at dinner, and now my plans for a great,
cleansing fuck are down the drain. Come on! We've done
it before this time of the month, but there was no
changing her mind. Damnit! Then, as if all of that
wasn't bad enough, she proceeds to tell me that Trevor
is sleeping in our basement because he's completely
wasted. Drank a half a bottle of bourbon it seems.
Great! Just great!
I rolled back over and stewed for awhile and drifted
off to sleep. Sometime later, Janice moved or
something, and I woke up. And, I was wide awake like it
was morning. I hate that when it happens! I could not
get back to sleep. I kept thinking and thinking about
what had happened, getting more and more pissed off,
and suddenly, out of nowhere, this idea crept into my
head.
Trevor is passed out, completely wasted. What if I were
to sneak downstairs (our basement is pitch black at
night), slip up under the covers from the foot of the
bed and go after his cock. Would it wake him up? Would
he be too drunk to get it up? Would he assume it was my
wife? Once that idea hit me, there was no way I was
going back to sleep. I laid there looking up at the
ceiling pondering the possible outcomes.
He's dead to the world and not even a blow job will
wake him up.
He wakes up but is too drunk to get it up.
He wakes up, gets hard, but realizes it's me!
He wakes up, gets hard, I give him a blow job and then
he realizes it's me!
He wakes up, I give him a blow job, and sneak back
upstairs. Would he remember?
Would he say something to my wife? When she denies it,
will he think it was a dream? Maybe this would finally
be the way I could tell my wife about my bi
tendencies...
After a few more mintues of pondering, I made the
decision to go for it! I was so nervous, my stomach was
full of butterflies, and my cock was rock hard and
leaking precum, no doubt from all of the early
stimulation. I rolled out of bed (naked as usual) and
made my way to the basement. Janice had left a light
on, which I turned out, leaving the basement pitch
black.
I knew my way around the basement like the back of my
hand, so the dark would not bother me at all. As I got
closer, I could her his breathing, that deep, heavy,
I'm-passed-out breathing. It suddenly occured to me
that he might be completely dressed. Damn, I hoped not.
Naked would be great, boxers would be doable, but fully
clothed my present a problem. I was hoping he really
wouldn't wake up very much.
I had made it to the foot of the bed. It was decision
time. Was I going to go through with it? I knelt there
for awhile, and decided to move forward. First
obstacle... the covers. I lifted the comforter over my
head and cautiously slid my hand up the bed... Skin! A
sockless foot, which was a good sign.
From the position of his foot, I could tell he was on
his back. Another big plus! Things were looking up. I
advanced as slowly as I dared, trying not to move the
bed too much, but more and more of my weight was
pressing down on the bed. All of this time, he did not
move, and his breathing stayed exactly the same.
I hadn't found a second foot, however. My hand advanced
up his left leg, lightly touching it every few inches
to test it's position. When I got to his knee, he moved
slightly. I froze and waited. He didn't move again and
his breathing was even, so I figured I must be tickling
him a bit with my light touches. I reached his knee and
found his right foot. It was flat up against his left
knee, so his legs were in the shape of a 4. Another big
plus! This meant his legs were open, which should give
me direct access to his cock.
I started wondering what his cock was going to be like.
Long, thick and soon rock hard I hoped. I chuckled
inside. I also hoped he had a big load waiting for me.
Perhaps maybe he hadn't had sex in a few days since
Barb broke up with him, and he had a big load stored
up. I started to get nervous again, that nervous
excited feeling!
The problem I had now was his right leg being crossed
over was going to be in my way. At this point, nothing
was going to get in my way. I decided to make my move
for his cock. If he responded, I was sure he would open
his legs and let me crawl right between them. It was
time for the big move. I put my right hand firmly down
on the inside of his left leg just above the knee, and
started sliding it up his leg toward his cock.
This definitely registered somewhere in his brain. He
moved his head I think, then shifted his ass. As my
hand continued traveling up his leg, I heard his
breathing shorten and get more rapid, and he let out a
soft moan. Perfect! He was responding just how I'd
hoped. Then, I hit cloth. It would have been too much
to hope for Trevor to be naked, but he was in boxers!
I decided to keep going, and slid my hand up inside his
boxers. My hand was inches from his cock, and his body
knew what was going on, even if he didn't. At that
moment, his right foot started moving away from his
left leg. He was opening up to me! I crawled forward
into the space between his legs. At that moment, my
fingers reached something soft. His cock! I started
rubbing my fingers from the bottom of the shaft to the
tip, and it was responding, lengthening and thickening
under my fingers. It appeared he wasn't too drunk to
get it up.
From what I could tell, his cock felt like it was
pretty good sized, and before it got much longer I knew
I needed to get the head out of the opening of his
boxers. I brought my left hand up and found the
opening. I reached in and fished out his cock. It was
really starting to grow now.
I wrapped my left hand around his shaft and started
slowly pumping it. It grew and grew and grew. I could
tell it was bigger around than mine for sure, and
probably longer. He started breathing heavily and was
barely whispering, "Oh!" with every exhale. It was time
to get my lips around that monster!
I kept pumping his cock as I lowered my mouth. I led
with my tongue and circled the head a few times before
wrapping my lips just around the head and drawing his
cock into my mouth for the first time. My cock was rock
hard and throbbing from the excitement and danger.
I kept my left hand around the base and started working
my mouth up and down in rhythm with my hand. This
really got him going! He started to lift his cock up to
me my rhythm. Just then, his hand touched the back of
my head. It made me skip a beat, and I was afraid he
might realize someone with short hair was sucking his
cock.
I kept going, and he did not stop. In fact, he started
to get more aggressive, thrusting up harder and pushing
my head down onto his cock. So, I decided to give him a
real treat. On his next thrust, I reached both my hands
around under his ass and stuffed his cock as deep as I
could down my throat.
He stiffened up and moaned out loud. I thought he might
be cumming, but I had just surprised him. I slipped his
cock out a bit and returned my left hand to the base to
resume my rhythm. I let my left hand wander down to his
balls, and started cupping and squeezing and rubbing
them.
Then, a most devious thought hit me. He was running on
autopilot for sure. All his body knew was that there
was a mouth around his cock, and it didn't care who it
was doing the sucking. I took my right hand and wrapped
it around my own cock and started pumping. I was oozing
precum all over the place, and I knew I had a huge load
waiting, if I could only time it just right.
I quickly brought myself right to the edge, and now all
I had to do was stay there until he was ready. I picked
up the speed on his cock and that's all he needed. He
started grunting with every down-stroke of my mouth and
I felt his balls begin to tighten up. Here it was!
I started furiously pumping my cock. He took in a deep
breath and I felt the head of his cock swell up in my
mouth. His body stiffened and he thrust up into my
mouth as the first shot of his cum hit the back of my
mouth. I wrapped my lips just around the head and
pumped the shaft with my hand as shot after shot
entered my mouth.
At that moment, I felt the same feeling in my balls I
knew Trevor had just felt. I was going to cum, too! I
felt my balls tightened up and my cock harden just as
Trevor's had. I aimed my cock directly at his cock the
best I could and let loose my first rope of cum. I
aimed too high, though, because it hit my chin. I
loosened my lips on his cock so his cum would run down
the shaft of his cock and lowered my cock. Perfect!
The second rope hit my hand right at the base of his
cock. I moved my hand and tried not to move anything
else and kept shooting rope after rope right on his
balls. Rope after rope might not even be correct to
say. I had so much built up I swear it was coming out
in a continuous stream.
I drenched his balls, and the last few spurts must have
landed between his legs. I took his cock out of my
mouth, and spit out everything I could right onto his
balls. He was covered in his cum and mine. It was
glorious!
Quickly, reality started to set in. I knew he was
adrift in the afterglow, but I had no such luxury. I
quickly crawled out from between his legs, off the end
of the bed, and made my way back upstairs. I hoped he
would immediately fall asleep with the mixture of our
cum covering his balls and running down into his ass
crack.
Oh, what a surprise he's going to have when he wakes
up! He'll probably think he had the mother of all wet
dreams!
Feedback is welcomed.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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