Chapter 2
Once the initial disappointment that it had all been a dream was over, Helen fell prey to more disquieting thoughts. She felt guilty that she could lie next to her own husband and dream about another man. A mythical perfect lover.
She felt unhappy that there should be any reason why she should have such dreams. She wondered what she could do to make her sex life more satisfying for her. Short of committing adultery, there didn't seem to be any solution.
It was not that Ray was not an interested lover. He liked to fuck her a couple of times a week, which, Helen had read somewhere, was average for an American couple.
The problem was that Helen did not find her husband a very stimulating lover any more. Even after they had fucked, she usually still felt hot. And while they were fucking, she often caught herself wondering what she should fix for dinner, or what kind of shoes would go best with her new wool dress. Though she suffered intense guilt over what she viewed as a betrayal of her husband's affection, she could not get very excited about Ray's brief idea of what made good fucking.
When they had first married, Helen had been the next best thing to a virgin and Ray had been a smooth thirty-year-old. She had trusted her husband to teach her about sex, and she had been very satisfied for several years.
Then she had started reading romance stories about thrilling adventures and Romeo lovers. She began to suspect there could be more to fucking than she got with Ray. She began to fantasize.
Tonight had been the first time she had come while dreaming about another man. Thinking about her sexual dilemma carried Helen far from the sweet refuge of sleep. She tried to drive her thoughts away, telling herself there was nothing she could do about them anyway. It did not work. She began to fear she might spend the rest of the night wide awake and miserable.
"Ooohh!" The touch of her husband's hand on her bare ass startled her. Though he had been very much in her thoughts, she had been oblivious of his presence next to her. Ray was not the kind of guy who liked to cuddle unless he had something serious on his mind.
"You awake, Helen?"
For some reason, the sound of his voice filled her with dread. Then she realized the dread was because she could tell by his voice that Ray was feeling hot. And it did not seem right to fuck her husband after she had been fucking another man, if only in her dreams. She decided to pretend to be asleep. The next thing she knew his hard cock was poking against the cleft in her ass. She was lying on her side turned away from him. Clearly he intended to fuck her from behind.
"What's the matter, Ray, honey?" she asked in a groggy voice. "I'm so tired, all I want is to sleep."
"I think I've got something for you that you'll want once you find out what it is." He shoved his cock determinedly between her asscheeks. Helen's cunt was wet from her erotic dream. Her husband's cock slid easily deep into her juicy cunt. "Uuuhhh ... that's the hot spot I was after. Oh, baby, your cunt's wet! Feels good, Helen!"
"Uuuuhhh...." He began to fuck her in solid steady strokes and Helen realized she had no choice but to go along with what he was doing. Despite her guilt-complex, she found herself responding as she had not responded for a long time. It was, she knew, thanks to the warm-up from her dream lover.
Just as another pang of guilt threatened to distract her, a heady wave of pleasure bolted through her cunt. His cock had driven into her cunt all the way to the cervix. She was completely stuffed with throbbing cock-shaft. It was the real thing! No dream! Hot flesh and blood!
Her wanton thoughts put her in the spirit of her husband's rutting excitement. "Oooohhh ... oh, Ray ... fuck me, darling! Fuck meeee!" Her lush rounded asscheeks slammed back to meet his every instroke. She shimmied her cunt this way and that to take every inch of his cock she could get.
"Christ, Helen ... I don't think your cunt's ever been this wet! You're really turned on, aren't you, honey? Oh, yeah!" He pinched her hips as he ground his cock voluptuously deep into her clinging hot cunt.
The thickness in his voice told Helen that her husband, too, was more involved in their fucking than he usually was. She could hear his breath erupting in panting gasps. She could feel his cockshaft still swelling as he continued to ply her with his unyielding strokes. In carefree abandon she let herself respond more openly than she ever had to his hard pummeling. She was too hot to suffer any more guilt. The memories of her erotic dream only heightened her abandon. There seemed something intensely satisfying about building herself up to a frenzy in her dreams, then taking the real thing into her well-lubricated cunt.
In her intense arousal, Helen experienced a surge of joy that somehow she and her husband had managed to get past the barriers that had made sex, for her, less a thrill than a duty. It all seemed so simple now! Now that her cunt was tingling to the repeated strokes of her husband's cock, she could not imagine ever feeling anything but intense pleasure with him. She could not imagine being bored!
Her dream-lover had almost slipped from her mind. There was no room left there for anything but the thick cock that was stretching her sensitized cunt-lips. She grabbed hold of the side of the mattress and shoved herself again and again onto Ray's cock. His grunts were getting louder, more urgent with each lunge. She paid little attention to them, other than as an inciting symphony to accompany her own mounting abandon. "Ooooohhh ... Ray-y-y ... Fuck meeeee! Fuck meeee!"
In the midst of such pleasure, Helen easily found a way to rationalize her infidelity in her dreams. It had all been worth it, if the dream excitement had let her open up so totally to her husband's advances. And it had! There was no doubt about it! She realized she was back in the throes of rapture that she had experienced as a young bride. Only now, at the more experienced age of twenty-six, her capacity for abandon was that much greater. So was her greed!
As a younger woman, she had worried she might get hurt if she fucked too much. Now she wanted to keep on doing it. She had no fears about her capacity to take everything her husband could give her!
Ray could not remember the last time he had been so thoroughly immersed in pleasure. His wife's wet hot cunt was coating his cock in a welcoming shower of hot cunt-juice. He was giving her everything he could muster, but he knew his capacities were not limitless. He could feel the urgency mounting in his balls. The thought of filling her cunt with his steaming load of cum egged him on. His breath came in shorter and shorter gasps.
When it came, his climax was an all-encompassing burst of sensation. "Oooooh, God! Jeez, Helen ... I'm coming!"
His redheaded wife felt his steamy cum shooting into her. She felt a moment's disappointment that quickly flared into anger. It had been feeling so good! She was not ready for it to stop!
She did not let him know she was angry. There seemed no point in creating a hassle when at least one of them was in the clutches of ecstasy. She could not help feeling jealous though, as Ray slipped quickly back into slumber. She returned to her earlier sleeplessness, staring up at a ceiling that was gradually becoming visible in the growing light of dawn.
Helen's cunt was still throbbing heatedly, reliving the solid stroking of Ray's swollen cock. Soft and flaccid now, his cock had slipped at last from her cunt, leaving it an aching well of hunger.
Almost without thinking about it, Helen slipped her hand down to her hot cunt. She slid two fingers deep into her wet aching fuck-hole. "Uuuuhh...." she said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. She was finger-fucking herself because she needed it. But she would die of mortification if her husband should wake up and discover her with two fingers stuffed into her craving cunt.
Letting her thighs fall wide apart-the way they had been in her dream when her dream-lover was eating her cunt-she worked her fingers in and out of her slick cunt-hole. She did not think about her husband's cock that had just spent his cum in her steaming cunt. Instead she went back to her dream-fantasy of her perfect lover.
The images suited her aroused state and she quickly returned to the abandon she had been experiencing before her husband came too soon for her satisfaction. While her fingers pummeled her cunt, her thumb tickled the erect nubbin of her clit.
She was getting a double dose of sensation and it was having the desired effect. Helen was beginning to have confidence that she would get her second orgasm of the night after all.
She wanted to moan aloud at how good she was feeling, but she did not dare risk disturbing Ray. His snoring was deep and regular, but still she did not feel totally secure in her abandon. She was betraying her husband again, resorting to her fingers to finish the fuck that he had not. This time she did not feel guilt. She got an extra thrill of depraved excitement from the thought of the risk she was taking. She was performing a forbidden act right next to her snoring unconscious husband. If he could not give her what she needed, she would get it, one way or the other!
For there was no doubt how much she needed it! Even though her wet dream had given her an intense release, Ray had worked up her appetite again. He had driven her to a state of extreme horniness. She could not just let herself ride there frustrated and angry. She had to have her satisfaction so she too could get a little more sleep before the night was over.
"Uh ... uh...." she whispered as she jerked her ass cheeks up off the mattress, driving her cunt up onto her fingers. It thrilled her to be wide open to her feverish self-abuse. Her whole body seemed to be conspiring to drive her on in her degradation. Every nerve-ending was trembling. She felt like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
The growing light caught her spreading smile as she felt herself yield to the last temptation. Orgasm shook her as she clutched her cunt with convulsive eagerness. She could not stop herself from shrieking out a short, "I'm commming!" before her thighs closed on her hand. She gritted her teeth to absorb the continuing waves of pleasure-shock.
For long moments, Helen was unconscious of everything but the palpitating pleasure that filled her cunt. Slowly ... ever so slowly ... she drifted back to the realities of where she was and why she had been finger-fucking herself. Gradually she became aware of the heavy snores of the man lying beside her. The man who had had no thought for her welfare once he got off his own climax.
The dawn of resolution began to break along with the day. Helen realized she could no longer go on suppressing her body's very real needs. Her erotic dream and her husband's brief nighttime performance had given her a clearer idea of what she wanted out of life.
And it was not a bleak future as a frustrated, horny housewife.
Helen knew she was going to have to help herself if anything was going to change. The only thing she still doubted was that she would have the courage to answer when opportunity knocked.