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A New Side of Me -- Part 1
On a late fall morning, I was shaken awake from a rough dream, or rather a slight nightmare. My eyes popped open and my heart was racing, the anxiety of the dream still present. I rolled over to my right to the sight of my beautiful husband lying next to me, sound asleep. "Thank God," I thought to myself. The memories of the dream fading quickly, but a few key pieces still ever present in my mind. My husband, love of my life and man I chose to spend my life with was off having very hot passionate sex with another man. I had come home early from work to surprise him one day, only to find him moaning in our bed with another man.
In my dream, I had walked into a scene reminiscent of a hot porn. My husband, Vince was face down in his green jock strap with another man's hard cock sliding in and out, moans of pleasure escaping his lips with each inward thrust by the man. And no wonder, his body was that of a god. Each muscle of his body was well-defined, not bulky but just enough to show his nearly zero body fat and clear power. He was loudly grunting as he started to pick up his pace picked up, a clear sign he was quickly approaching climax.
Standing in the doorway, I was mesmerized by the scene before me. I was in a state of shock, fear, and anger; but above all I was aroused. My cock had betrayed me and was rock hard in my black suit pants. Throbbing with excitement and begging for release. I continued silently to watch the scene before me, my hand moving to stroke my covered cock. In a final series of grunts, the man fucking my husband's firm, sexy ass started cumming. In an almost perfectly timed symphony, I heard the all too familiar sounds of Vince's own orgasm, knowing this man had just caused my husband to cum with no one touching his cock wedged between his hot body and our bed spread. As my husband's top collapsed atop him in the post-orgasm exhaustion. It was then that as I tried to sneak away from the doorway that I woke up.
Looking over at my husband, his beautiful face content showing in his sleeping face. "It was a dream," I repeated to myself. Vince wasn't the kind of guy to sneak behind my back and fuck other people. "Or was he." At that thought, my hard cock twitched. Was the idea of Vince with another man turning me on? I slowly moved my left hand toward my cock. It was rock hard, throbbing, and leaking profusely. "Damn, maybe watching my husband with another man is a turn on," I thought. I tried to suppress that thought as best as I could and try to return to sleep, hoping the raging erection would go down and at least a few more hours of sleep could be achieved before work tomorrow. After 10-15 minutes of calmed breathing, I fell back asleep until the sound of my alarm clock woke me up again a few hours later. Groggily, I turn off the alarm clock and rolled over to my sexy husband. I kiss him on the head before slowly rolling out of my bed on my way to the shower for my morning piss and wash to prepare for work. My husband still has several more hours before he needs to get up for work, so I try not to wake him most mornings.
As the hot water shakes off the final remnants of sleep, I think back to the dream that woke me up in the middle of the night. Although the details faded, the basic content was still there. I had caught Vince cheating on me, but even more I was so aroused by it all I practical came in my sleep. I had always been fearful of cheating or being cheated on; never had I felt so aroused by the idea. In that moment, I think I wanted to catch Vince cheating on me. I looked down at my growing 5.5 inch cock. I wasn't winning awards with cock length or girth, but didn't get complaints.... Least none that men had given me. I reach down and started tugging at my growing cock. I didn't have time to cum, but I enjoyed stroking my rigid cock a few times before returning to my shower. I hopped out got dressed for work and within another 15 minutes was off to go catch my bus across town.
After a mostly uneventful morning at work, I received a "Good Morning!" text from Vince. I had not yet told him about my dream and was contemplating how best to share it with him. I thought a bit, but just texted back, "Good Morning, Lover"
He quickly responded, "How's your day going?"
"It's going well so far, nothing to exciting happening at work. How'd you sleep?"
"Fine, you?"
With that question, I had to commit either start explaining the dream and emotions associated with it or bypass it and just move onto something else... "Could have been better, I had some odd dreams that woke me up."
"I thought you had gotten a little restless for a bit there, everything ok?" He responded.
"I think so, but might just take a little bit to get used to." I replied.
"Anything I can do to help?"
"I'm not sure, I can't remember all the details anymore and I'm a little unsure of what it all means still." I typed back.
"Hmm, try me."
"Well, basically it was a dream where I walked in on you with another man in our bed. It got me worked up. I was, well I was scared and anxious and ..." I sent, and then paused with a deep breath. "And I was incredibly turned on."
"Oh goodness," he replied. "What am I going to do with you? Why don't I get dressed and we can have lunch together. How does that sound?" He responded.
"That would be nice lover, let me know when you're headed this way and I can meet you at the café by my work."
"Sounds good, it'll take me about 2 hours." He replied.
"See you soon!" I said.
With that, I got back to my work, trying to push the feelings and doubt behind me until I could talk with Vince more about it later. Hopefully, he could reassure me.
Back at the house, Vince lied his head back on the pillow and tossed his phone to the side. He had just finished putting on his new green and white jock strap and took a few pictures. He had already unlocked the front door to the house and rolled over to his stomach waiting....
***More to come as I have time to write between all the other activities of life. Please e-mail me your thoughts about this chapter and any potential ideas about where to take the story for here. I know this chapter didn't have a lot of sex, I am planning to incorporate a whole lot more with time.