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The Mother of All Wet Dreams
by Funanyone (markiame@hotmail.com)

***

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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