I am one of those rare people that not only dream in Technicolor, but wake up screaming with an orgasm because the dream was so real. My body shudders and shakes as the orgasm moves through my loins. I can feel my pussy throb as if a real man, with real fingers and a hard cock just swam in its juices. Why this happens I do not fathom nor will I define it. I just relish in the joy of having these wonderful real dreams.

Now it goes without saying that my husband does not welcome these dreams with the same longing as I do. He is always curious as to whether I am dreaming of him. He wants to be assured that its his cock that snuggled deep inside my wet pussy and that it was his fingers stroking me to an orgasm.

Like most women, I lie! I say, “yes honey it’s you… it will always be you”. But in reality my nightly visitor is a man I have never met, that is until now. It starts off to be one of those long boring stories of how I must have met this guy someplace and my subconscious picked up his desires for me, translating them into erotic dreams. But I know… I know… I never met this guy before. And yet, for months I have been dreaming about him.

I was “out” with my girl friends doing the girl thing, which gives my husband an opportunity to do the guy thing with his buddies. My girlfriends pursued me to get dressed in something sleek and sexy. Of course, I left the house looking dumpy and then went to my girlfriend’s house and changed. You never want the husband to know more than he has to.

A word of wisdom to all women… always keep your man in the dark. What he does not know wont hurt him half as much as if he knew… and it won’t hurt you either. It is one of those important things to remember when involved in a marriage, open or not.

We decided to go to one of those new nightclubs where there are older wealthier types. Not to say that my friends and I are in that type of crowd. We are all middle class housewives wishing that we never married our high school sweet hearts, but rather went to college like our mom’s suggested. But like mom always said, you can never cry over spilled milk and droopy tits.

I had recently gotten a suck and tuck as a “birthday” gift from my loving husband. Actually, he was quite embarrassed that he had a sloppy dumpy women as his wife.