

According to Todd in his dream we were pretty handsy on the way to his house rubbing one another building the sexual tension. We pulled into his house and he led me into his room. But we didn’t make it far before He pinned me against the wall and started to make out with me. Then he pulled my skirt up so he could finger my wet pussy. He said he put two fingers inside me and rubbed my clit with his thumb until he could feel me cum on his fingers. Then when I did he pulled his fingers out and put them in my mouth so I could taste myself. He pulled his pants down and turned me around, bent me over and shoved his hard cock inside me. Giving me long deep thrusts. He said in his dream he could feel his cock getting harder and harder while he was dreaming about my tight wet pussy gripping his cock. Then he led me to the bed, laid me down and started to eat the juices out of me, fingering me again so that he make me squirt. Then once I did he pulled me towards the end of the bed to fuck me again putting his arms under my legs lifting me and grabbing my hips so he could fuck me hard and fast. Then right before he was about to cum he told me to get on my knees and suck his cum out of him. And then he said right as I put my mouth on his cock he woke up to him exploding, he said his hand was in his hard cock stroking it and cumming. He said it was the first wet dream he had in a while.
I’m sure you’re wondering how it felt to hear about this dream that he had of us. It was hot, I was hot. I could feel myself squirming in my chair. I could feel my clit starting to throb and I could feel myself getting so wet and my pussy was swelling up. I had to excuse myself from our office get some fresh air. When I came home from work that day, I told my husband about the dream. I could feel myself getting turned in again my clit throbbing again and my pussy swelling again. I had to fuck my husband. It was the best sex we have had in a while. When I went to work the next day, I told Todd about what had happened when I got home, I was able to see a smirk on his face form as well as a bulge in his pants. Needless to say, he had to excuse himself. But he was gone much longer than I was. He still won’t tell me what took him so long.