0 comments/ 12720 views/ 0 favorites After the Dream By: Aurora Black Author's Note: The main characters (Gabriel Knight, Grace Nakimura) are the property of Sierra / Vivendi Universal and Jane Jensen. Okay, moving on... This takes place during the events of GK3: Blood of the Sacred, Blood of the Damned. I wrote this when I was 19, so it's rather rough compared to my later stuff. Enjoy. * * * Gabriel awoke to find himself on the floor, his body dripping with sweat. A late-night breeze drifted into the room through the open window, chilling his skin. His muscles were stiff with tension as he slowly lifted himself from the floor. His hand automatically went to his chest, seeking the talisman. It was still there. Gabriel could feel the cool gold against his palm; it relieved him, soothed him. His eyes traveled to the window, and he felt his pulse race. He leapt to close and secure the lock. Once the window became closed once more, Gabriel turned his back against the frame, breathing hard as the dream's images blazed once again through his mind. Oh, sweet Jesus. The dream seemed so real... was it a dream? God! Gabriel's heart felt like it would burst when he remembered what happened at the very end of the dream, when the Vampire entered the room... Gracie. He closed his eyes and recalled the Vampire floating on air, hovering over the bed where Grace was sleeping. The innocence of slumber. Gabriel remembered the helplessness that he felt as he watched the intruder look upon Grace with ravenous lust, and then look back at Gabriel. He saw the Night Stalker's eyes, glowing red in the darkness. Those eyes held triumph in them; the vampire knew that he held all the cards, that he had all of the control. Gabriel had tried to move, to run and kill the bastard that had the nerve to try to hurt Grace. He had wanted to shout out loud, "Get the fuck away her, you son of a bitch! She's MINE! Damn you to Hell!" The sound of clothing being torn. Oh, God! The sight of the Night Stalker's tongue traveling across golden skin, starting from the stomach and trailing upwards to taste her firm, ample breasts... Grace's moan of shock and pleasure as the vampire captured a sweet nipple between his lips and began to suck... her hips lifting off of the bed, her pelvis grinding against the bed sheets draped over her mound as she slept on. Gabriel opened his eyes, his heart beating wildly against his chest. He looked at the bed, veiled in darkness. There was no movement underneath the sheets, and Gabriel's breath was trapped in his throat as he walked towards the bed, not knowing what he would find. He reached the bed and stood next to the empty side. He cautiously climbed inside, checking the darkness around the room for any other "guests." He looked at the bulge of the figure beside him, and with trembling fingers he reached for the blankets and began to pull them away. Grace was sleeping soundly, unharmed. Her skin glowed radiantly and her face held a peaceful expression. Gabriel released the breath that he had been holding for so long. His vision became blurred as he looked down at her, and he touched a hand to his face and it came away wet. Gabriel was shocked as he realized that he was crying, and he tried to grab a tissue from the nearby nightstand. Grace, disturbed from her sleep by Gabriel's movement on the bed, opened her eyes and turned her head to see Gabriel wiping away tears. "Gabriel? What's wrong?" Gabriel paused in what he was doing to look at her, unable to answer. Grace saw his tears flowing and she became concerned, raising a hand to rest on his face. He closed his eyes at her touch, and he wished that he could freeze the moment in time. He took her hand away from his face and pressed his lips against it. He opened his eyes once more, and he couldn't stop looking at her. Dear God, she is beautiful. So damn beautiful. Moonlight shone into the room through the window, bathing everything in an otherworldly light. Her lips, which he had longed to taste many times, were moist and inviting. He felt his erection growing, his jeans tightening. He licked his lips and saw that Grace's gaze had lowered to his mouth. Grace's eyes were locked onto his full, sensual lips. Lips that she had dreamt of many times, lips that she wanted on her skin... right now. Her lips parted in excitement, and Gabriel couldn't help but imagine the feel of her lips on his own, on his chest, his stomach... on his cock. Gabriel let out a moan of longing, and Grace felt her nipples tingle against her nightgown and the heat of her pussy between her thighs. Grace pulled the sheets further away from their bodies, and she slowly crawled from her spot on the bed towards Gabriel. She had become a predator, seeking to satisfy her lust for this man who had been her frustration and her desire for all the years that they've been together. Gabriel lay on his side of the bed, watching her come to him. She moved softly, sensually. He blinked his eyes to make sure that he wasn't still dreaming. He wasn't; it was her, and she moved to his side of the bed, peering at him through the darkness. "Do you want me?" Grace was close enough to him that her thigh brushed against his, her breath stirring his hair. Gabriel's heart was in his throat as he stared back at her, dumbstruck. "Do you want me, Gabriel?" Her tongue snaked out of her mouth to trace the line of his jaw before suddenly pulling away. He watched as she straddled his thighs, his fabric of his jeans preventing full contact between them. All he could say was "Mmm," as he watched Grace sit up on his thighs and lean back, allowing a strap of her nightgown to slide down and off one silky shoulder. He was mesmerized by the sight. He grew even more excited as he saw her breasts and nipples clearly outlined against the fabric. He longed to tear the gown off and fill his hands with her softness, but something told him to let her take charge. Let's see where she goes with this. I may like it. Hell, I'll LOVE it! Gabriel's thought quickly went away as Grace began to circle her hips, rubbing his cock through his jeans. Ohh, shit! Gabriel let out a low moan and his hands stroked her thighs, crawling upward. Grace enjoyed what she was doing very much, and she knew by the sweat on Gabriel's forehead and his heavy breathing that he liked it too. She smiled naughtily at him and quickened her pace, rubbing against his pulsing erection. "Ahh..." Gabriel's hands grabbed her ass, massaging it as she ground her heat against him. He wanted to fuck her right away, his frantic mind already feeling her pussy milk him... he yelled again. Grace laughed. "Do you like it, baby?" Gabriel winked at her, loving this wild version of Gracie that he had never seen before. She went faster, and Gabriel responded by continuing his journey of her body with his hands. He started to slip his hands between their bodies to touch her clit when she suddenly covered them with hers and brought them up to her breasts. The straps of her nightgown were all the way down, and it was easy for Gabriel to play with her hard, aching nipples. This time, it was Grace's turn to moan. Her breathing became thick with pleasure, soft moans and gasps mixed in with the sounds of a sexually aroused woman filled the air. Gabriel pinched her nipples between his fingers while she continued to circle against his throbbing cock. He began to curse the jeans that separated them; he wanted to feel her wet heat. He smelled the scent of her arousal, and he got even harder. Grace moaned loudly and opened her eyes to look down at him. "Suck me." It wasn't a request, but a demand. Gabriel swallowed hard, aroused beyond belief. "Yes, ma'am," he managed to choke out before he sat up, wrapped his lips around a rock-hard nipple and sucked hard... "Oh my god! Ohhh, baby..." Grace's hands went to the back of Gabriel's head, holding his lips there as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. Gabriel groaned at the taste of her. So sweet, so sexy. I could get used to this. His heart pumped frantically in his chest as the speed of her hips against his cock increased yet again, pushing him ever closer to the edge. He tried all that he could to stay calm, to keep from coming, but it was no use. He was almost at the point of no return... and he wanted to take her with him. "Ohh, Gracie... oh, baby! Let me..." Grace understood what he meant. "Mmm, yes..." She spread her legs for him, and his hand journeyed between them to find that she wasn't wearing underwear. "Oh, sweet Jesus..." It was almost too much for him. He heard her laughing softly and he wanted to pay her back for her wicked teasing. "Get ready for a real ride, darlin'..." Gabriel's fingers began to work their magic on her clit and pussy. Grace let out a gasp. "Ohh, Gabriel!" Her efforts to get him off, which had slowed down while he began fingering her, started again with a vengeance. Her thighs rocking against him, exciting him, making him almost come... His fingers fucked her in a way that would have made his cock proud. She was shivering and shaking in his arms, her sweat making her skin shine in the moonlight. She had never looked more beautiful to him. They were almost there, and the room echoed with their screams of delight. Gabriel couldn't take any more. As he felt his cock twitch and release his hot, creamy cum, he pumped his fingers faster inside Grace's pussy and stroked her aching clit. She screamed. He felt the hot wetness of her orgasm against his fingers as he came against her, still wearing his jeans. After the explosion ended, Grace collapsed on top of Gabriel. He cradled her in his arms and they laid there, relaxing. Recovering. Waiting for the next round of the night's wicked pleasures. * * * The room was quiet and still, and the moon was still visible through the window. The two lovers were asleep in each other's arms, exhausted from their lovemaking. Gabriel awoke from a deep sleep. He looked around the room, confused. Wait a second; the couch is over there. How did I get in bed...? Oh yeah. Mmm... He turned his head to the side and found the object of his desire sleeping next to him. They were both naked; their clothes had been shed in the afterglow of their love play. Gabriel grinned widely as his eyes feasted on her body, enjoying the view that he had wanted to see for so long. Her shiny black hair was striking against the crisp whiteness of the pillows, and her neck seemed to call out for his kisses. She was lying on her back, and the bed sheets were down to her hips, leaving most of her body bare. His eyes traveled lower to rest on her breasts, and he felt his cock begin to awaken as he saw that her nipples were hard once more. Gabriel leaned in closer to Grace, his eyes glued onto her soft breasts which moved up and down with her breathing. Her nipples were a pale shade of pinkish-brown, and they reminded him of sweet raspberries. He remembered their taste from earlier and he grew more excited. Damn. They're so pretty, they look good enough to eat. He glanced up at her face and saw that she was still sleeping peacefully. The wicked grin returned to Gabriel when he remembered how hot she had made him. She was a wildcat, all right. Hell, if I knew that she'd respond to me like THAT, I would have asked her out a long time ago! Gabriel began to move even closer to Grace, snatching and pulling the sheets away from himself to reveal his hot, throbbing cock. It stood up from the wild forest of his pubic hair, aroused and hungry for action. He straddled her slowly, careful not to awaken her before he was ready. "Gracie... wake up darlin'," he whispered as he positioned himself above her with one leg on each side of her body. He bent over her, sending strands of his hair down to touch her skin. He licked his lips and began to go to work, kissing her neck and face. Grace awoke to find herself face to face with him. The look in his eyes hinted at untold pleasures and sensations that only he could make her feel; indescribable ecstasy... Mmm, I think that I may take you up on that offer, Gabriel Knight! She smiled brightly while looking up at him. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply. "God, you smell good." Grace's arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him closer to her. "Well, if you like how my hair smells... wait until you explore the rest of me." Gabriel's eyes widened and a corner of his mouth turned upward in another grin. "Don't mind if I do..." His lips touched hers, and Grace felt as if she was in an electrical storm. She opened her mouth for his tongue, her hands caressing the muscles of his back and shoulders. Gabriel moaned against her mouth while their tongues met and twisted together. His hands left her hair to trail down her neck, past her shoulders, and finally resting on her sweet breasts. He cupped them in his hands and squeezed gently, causing Grace to sigh and move against his body. His thumbs brushed against her sensitive nipples, and she moaned like an animal in heat; her body felt as if it was on fire. They broke off the kiss to take in air, and Gabriel continued his downward journey with his mouth. He knew what she wanted him to do and where she wanted him to go, but he deliberately went slowly in this erotic journey. I want to make her burn for me. She had the fun of teasing me earlier, so now it's my turn. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. "Pleasure me, baby... please" Grace whispered, her hands traveling down his body to grab his ass. His tongue swirled around her nipples, making them shiny and wet. Grace moaned softly, her fingers digging lightly into his ass cheeks. Gabriel ground his erection against her hips, finding that they were still covered by the low-riding bed sheet. The room echoed from his sudden groan of frustration. "To hell with this damned thing! I want to feel you against me," he shouted as his hands began to pull at the intruding sheet. Grace helped him, and suddenly the sheet was gone and there was nothing left but naked, shivering skin. Gabriel bent over Grace once more and gently bit her nipples before sliding down to stick his tongue in her belly button. Her hands came up to caress his hair, gently guiding him down to her heated pussy. He followed her lead gladly, his cock pulsing against the mattress, nearly driving him out of his mind. Her pussy dripped with moisture, and he was satisfied with himself that he was able to do that to her so quickly. He kissed her thighs as he got ready to explore her sexual center. Her scent excited him, making his cock feel as large and hard as a tree trunk. "Do it, Gabriel... lick me," Grace urged him. His hands parted her pussy lips and he took a slow, long lick. Delicious, was the only word he could think of to describe her. Grace was panting loudly, and she wrapped her legs around his shoulders. Gabriel looked up to see her pinching her nipples, and he began to lick her little pink pearl faster. "Ohh! Urrgh! Gabriel..." Faster. "Gab-oh! G-ahh," she screamed in pleasure. And faster. Grace was lifting and lowering her hips against his mouth, trying to get as much tongue action as she could to make her come. "Baby...put your tongue in my pussy!" Gabriel thrust his tongue into her tight hole over and over. Driving her wild, making her come... "Oh my GOD! Gabriel, I love...ahh!" Grace gasped as she felt her body explode in orgasm. She came against his incredible lips and tongue, moaning his name. Gabriel breathed hard, almost to the point of bursting. He had been hard since the beginning with almost no relief. He had wanted to give her as much pleasure as he could stand without expecting any in return. He returned to the bed to lie next to Grace. He reached out to her, and she went into his arms. Together they turned until she rested on top of him, and she looked down at his reddened erection, hard and aching with tension. "Poor baby. Let me help you with that," Grace smiled wickedly as she slid down his body to position herself between his legs. Gabriel closed his eyes and held his breath as he felt the sensation of her tongue flicking against his cockhead... the feel of him sliding in and out of her sweet, hot mouth. His hands ran through her silky hair, his hips jerking as she slowly worked him into a frenzy. His heart pounded, his body was covered in sweat as he gave into the temptation to watch her make love to him. He wasn't disappointed. He loved the expression on her face as she licked his cock up and down; she enjoyed his taste as much as he had hers. "Oh, Christ! Oh, baby... come here," Gabriel growled softly. Grace stopped fellating him and climbed back to face Gabriel with a huge smile on her face. He kissed her gently before rolling on top of her. He wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed his erection into her slowly. The lovers gasped at the feeling, holding each other tight as they began the wild ride. Gabriel rode her, loving the way her pussy squeezed his cock. It's as if it was made for me and me alone. Grace ran her hands all over his body as he rocked her world. She felt like she was floating, and she moaned his name as he picked up the pace. Gabriel pumped his cock faster inside her, hitting the sacred spot. Grace's nails trailed down his straining back, and he grit his teeth and increased his speed even more. The wet noises of their joining became louder in the stillness of the room, along with their moans. His balls slapped against the bottom of her pussy, and he felt his control begin to slip. "Arrgh! Gracie... I love you!" He was too far gone in pleasure to realize what he was saying. Grace was very close to the edge as well, and she barely whispered out, "Me too" before she experienced the ultimate pleasure. They spasmed together, holding each other for a long time before finally separating their bodies. They were drowsy with satisfaction, and the air was thick with the scent of their mating. The lovers fell asleep soon afterward, not imagining what would happen between them the next day... After The Dream Neither Rhoda nor I are the sort of people who wake in the morning and are immediately bright and raring to go. We both like to wake slowly, to let the day creep up on us as we lie there and gather our thoughts, especially in winter when the sun isn't up yet either. Often we'll quietly discuss what we have in store for that day, or sometimes we'll make gentle love before rising, and I can't think of a better way to begin a new morning. This particular day I lay there getting myself together and listening to Rhoda softly beginning to stir beside me in the pre-dawn greyness. I wasn't thinking of anything especially, just letting my mind wander over the week in general while I waited for her beautiful brown eyes to come open. 'I just had the most bizarre dream.' Her voice startled me a little as I hadn't realised that she'd actually surfaced. 'I'll have to tell you before it fades, but it really is strange.' 'Oh, good morning Tom, how are you this fine morning?' I said somewhat sarcastically mocking her lack of greeting. 'No, Shut up. I must tell you about this while I can remember, it's so weird.' 'Okay, I'll keep quiet, and I'll collect my good morning kiss later.' My curiosity was beginning to take hold and I turned to look towards her, propping myself on one elbow. 'Well, I don't really know how it started because I can only remember the last part, but for some reason I wanted to join a sort of religious sect.' She stopped and corrected herself. 'Actually, no, not really religious, but sort of pseudo-religious, like a sort of an occult thing. The type of cult that pretends to be a religion with fertility rituals to cover up sex orgies and that kind of stuff, you know?' I nodded, intrigued now, and she went on. 'Anyway, in order to join know that I had to go through some initiation ceremony or other, and that's where I start to remember it more clearly, because as the first part of that initiation I had to pay homage to their high priest and high priestess.' 'And how were you supposed to do that?' I asked, half knowing what she might say. She paused and gathered herself as if not sure if she should, or could, tell me. 'I had to go down on them and make them come, both of them.' There had been an emphasis on the "both of them" part and she paused again, waiting for my reaction. 'And did you?' I asked, deliberately not reacting. 'In the dream I mean.' 'Yes.' 'I didn't think you'd want to do that with a woman, even in a dream. Are you changing sides' I mocked her gently. 'I'm not turning gay.' She protested. 'And I'd never thought of doing anything like that. But I even liked it - in my dream, that is.' I leaned out to switch on the bedside light, then hooked my arm over her shoulder and pulled her close so that we lay cuddling side by side in the soft glow. Neither of us wear anything in bed and she felt lovely, her skin soft and warm against mine. 'You'd better tell me everything then, before I think you are.' I'd always had a bit of a hankering to see her with another woman. In fact, to be honest, I rather liked the idea of seeing her with another man too, as long as I got to fuck another woman as well. It was nothing major, just a vague urge, one of those strange ideas that go through your mind sometimes. I'd never admitted to Rhoda that I had the slightest wish to go wife swapping, mainly because I truly believed that even broaching the subject would be as good as signing divorce papers and I had no wish to lose the woman I genuinely loved. This was the first time that she'd ever expressed any kind of fantasy about being with someone else, so it was a bit of a surprise, and I got the distinct impression too, for no reason that I could discern, that she really wanted to tell me about it and that she'd get a kick out of doing so. She glanced across at me then stared at the ceiling again, gathering her thoughts. 'Well, you've got to imagine a big room, like a sort of meeting place, with rows of seats facing a raised dais at one end with two throne like chairs on it and a kind of long table to one side. All the members of this cult were sitting looking towards the dais, and I was standing on it with the two leaders, a man and a woman.' She paused and glanced sideways at me. 'Are you sure you want me to tell you this, because it gets a bit...' She let her voice tail away. 'No problem.' I told her. 'It's only a dream after all.' 'I know, but I don't want you to get jealous, or to think poorly of me.' She reached up and squeezed the hand I'd draped over her shoulder. 'But I'd like to tell you. After all, you're my husband and you should know my innermost secrets, even the ones I dream about.' I wouldn't have put it quite like that, but I think I understood. In any case I wanted to know just how dirty minded my wife of eight years could get. 'I won't get jealous, I promise. But don't hold back, I want all the gory details.' 'I won't miss anything out, I promise.' She smiled. 'Well, for one thing both the man and the woman were both gorgeous looking. I mean, he was tall and handsome and what a body, and as for her, well, you'd climb over me to get to her any day.' I opened my mouth to protest but she held a hand up to stop me and went on, speaking just loud enough for me to hear. 'Anyway, they did look good, quite impressive really. They were both wearing white silk robes edged in gold, a bit like a boxer's dressing gown, you know, held together with a sort of gold cord. The congregation, I suppose that's what you'd call the people sitting watching, all had white with red edging, and I had a plain white one on. The high priest asked me if I was ready and willing to initiated, and as soon as I said yes he stepped forward, pulled my belt undone and slid my robe off, leaving me standing stark naked in front of them all. It's funny but I didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed at all these people looking at me. Then both he and his priestess undid their belts and sat on their thrones, throwing the robes wide open. God, they did look sexy, both of them. They were both fit and toned. She was shaved down there and he had the biggest bloody hard on I've ever seen. He pointed to it as if I hadn't seen it and then said "you may begin."' I was watching my wife's face as she spoke and I could see her eyes were shining with lust. I have to admit that I didn't mind that, in fact my own cock was stirring at the thought of Rhoda eyeing this dream man's erection up. I also wanted to know how she felt about having another man's cock in her mouth, so I kept quiet and let her continue. 'I'm not sure if I'd been told what was wanted at that point, but it was pretty obvious in any case, so I just knelt in front of him, reached out to get a hold of his hard cock and then closed my mouth over it. My God, Tom, it was big, just the head seemed to fill my mouth without me taking any of the shaft in. It felt hot too. I know a cock feels warm when it's hard because of all the blood going through it, yours does anyway, but this felt a lot warmer than usual and that made it all the sexier. I have to admit that I couldn't slide my mouth right up and down on it, there was just too much of it, but I did manage to take some, and I stroked him with my hand as well so that all of it was being well milked one way or the other. And he must have liked it, because he just settled back in his seat and groaned, letting me get on with it.' She giggled self-consciously for a moment at this point, her eyes flashing across to mine to seek reassurance. I smiled back at her and waited. 'I knew all the others were watching and I wanted to put on a good show, and so I wanked and sucked him as hard as I could. It didn't take long. You know what it's like with dreams, you think something and it happens straight away? Well it seemed that no sooner had I started than he was pushing up with his hips, trying to fuck my mouth, and gripping hard onto the arms of his throne. I couldn't see his face, but I just knew that his eyes were closed and he was grimacing, ready to come. I'll tell you what, when he came, he sure came. He absolutely flooded my mouth. I could hardly keep up with it. It wasn't a case of swallow if I wanted to; I had to swallow it just to make room in my mouth for the next spurt. It tasted good though. I thought it might be nasty, but it was lovely and I wanted more. Then when he was done and I'd swallowed all he had, he patted me on the head and slumped back, pulling his cock - which was getting soft now in any case - out of my mouth. Can you stop that?' What she was saying was getting to me and I'd reached across to cup her breast, knowing from the hardness of her nipple that it was turning her on too. 'I thought you might like me to do that.' I told her, talking softly into her ear. 'I mean, whilst I'm doing that you know I'm not worried by what you're telling me -and I know you like it.' 'That's not the point, it's distracting me.' She wriggled a little closer. 'Oh, never mind. Do you want me to go on?' 'Yes please, I want to hear how you got on with the priestess.' I squeezed her breast gently, trapping her erect little nipple between my fingers. 'Yes, I thought you would.' She placed her hand over mine and then paused and collected her thoughts for a moment like before. 'It was easier going down on her than I would have expected. I mean, I know it was a dream and all that, but you wouldn't expect me to enjoy doing anything with my own sex, would you?' She paused, but before I could tell her my opinion she went on. 'But it was quite nice, actually. I've never thought of doing it in real life, and of course I'm married and so I never could, but after dreaming about it I'd find it less off-putting to do than before, if that makes sense?' 'Yes, it makes sense. I'm not sure how I'd feel about it, but I understand.' I might not have been sure, but my cock was dead certain. He'd love to see it. Her hand slipped from over mine and found its way down to wrap around my shaft as if checking me out. 'Mmmm.' Rhoda murmured as I squeezed her nipple. 'Why is it men always find the idea of lesbian sex such a turn on?' 'I didn't know we did,' I replied innocently. 'Well, you do.' She stated, giving my cock a gentle squeeze. 'Maybe.' I concurred, then tried to steer her thoughts back to where I wanted them. 'So feed my fantasy and tell me all about the priestess.' 'Okay. Well, when I'd finished with him and I was kind of kneeling back on my haunches licking the last bit of his cum from my lips, and looking like the cat that had got the cream - which I had in a way - he stood up and raised me to my feet, turned me around to face the congregation, and asked if them if I had performed well enough. They shouted that I had and so he turned me then to face the priestess who was still sitting with her robe and legs wide open. "You may proceed to the second stage" he told me, making it very obvious what I was supposed to do by pointing. Like I said, I'd never done anything like that before even in my dreams, but I wasn't worried about it, you know, I didn't feel repelled or disgusted or anything. I just wondered what a woman would taste like.' 'And what does a woman taste like.' I asked, noticing that her breathing had deepened as she had told her tale. 'You should know.' 'I do, but I want to know what you thought of it.' I pulled gently at her nipple, making her moan softly. 'So, what happened?' 'I knelt down in front of her.' She began 'I was very aware this time that all the others were watching and I was extra feeling excited because they were. Then I pushed her legs wider open, as wide as they would go, and just stared at her pussy. It was shaved smooth, with neat labia and a fairly obvious clitoris that was hard and peeping out from under its hood. Oh, and her hole was shiny wet and open so that I could see right inside her.' She broke off and looked at me. 'Have I imagined it right? Is that what I look like when I'm all hot and bothered?' 'Pretty much.' I told her. 'Except that yours is more beautiful.' 'Flattery will get you anywhere.' 'Including into that beautiful hole?' 'I hope you mean mine.' 'I do unless it's full of your dream man's cock. But if it is I'll make do with his priestess's.' A giggle and a quick dig in the ribs told me she wasn't annoyed but not to pursue that particular line. 'Now, do you want me to go on or not?' 'Please.' I told her. 'I still want to know exactly what you did and if you enjoyed it.' 'I'll answer the second bit first. Yes, I enjoyed it a lot.' She looked across at me. 'There, that's shocked you hasn't it?' 'No. It was in a dream.' I reminded her. 'Anything goes in a dream.' 'True.' She conceded, before continuing. 'So, I knelt looking at her pussy for a short time and then I leaned forward with my tongue out, until the tip of it just touched her. I wasn't used to it so I wasn't quite sure where I'd landed, so I sort of licked up and down a bit to feel where I was. That's how I found I was actually licking her clit. A bull's-eye first time. Even in my dream I wanted to know what she tasted like, so I trailed the tip of my tongue down until I found the entrance to her hole, and then I just pushed my tongue in as far as it would go. She tasted nice, really nice. I can't describe it, but it's a lovely taste. I've only ever tasted my own, so I hope I dreamed it right, but it was gorgeous and I wanted more of it. I wriggled my tongue around inside her, lapping up her juices, until she grabbed my hair and pulled me back up to her clit, making me lap at that instead. It was obvious from her movements that she wanted me to lick her button, but I wanted to lick her hole, and so we came to a mutual unspoken compromise, and I licked her entire slit, from one end to the other, going from her clit down to her hole and then back again. In the dream that worked fine, I enjoyed it and she enjoyed it, though I'm not sure if I could do it for real. Even if I wasn't married.' She added that last rather hastily and shot me a quick glance to check my reaction. 'There are a lot of things we do in dreams that we're not allowed to do in real life.' I reassured her. 'And I like you having naughty dreams.' 'This dream got a bit more than just naughty.' 'That's okay, dreamland is the one place where you can try anything you want to. And don't worry about telling me, because it's turning me on hearing about it. I just wish I could have been in your dream and watched you do it.' She turned her head to look at me, frowning slightly. 'You'd like to see me suck another man off and then go down on another woman?' I could sense a potential overlap into real life there, but I ignored the risk of a sticky situation, knowing that I could easily retreat into dreamland again if I needed to. I was still playing with her nipple so I gave it a quick tug, just to lighten her train of thought a little. 'Any man who says he wouldn't like to see his wife going down on another woman is a liar. You said it yourself, men like the idea of lesbian sex.' I told her. 'True.' She acknowledged, giving my cock a retaliatory squeeze. 'But I'm not sure what you'd do if you saw the next part, even in a dream.' 'Tell me then.' 'Okay. You can guess that it didn't take her long to climax, wrapping her thighs around my neck and pulling me into her pussy so that I ended up with my face covered in her wetness. I think I dreamt that she shouted out, but with her legs as earmuffs I can't be sure. But whatever, the congregation gave it the thumbs up and I was told I could go on to the next part. I can also remember wondering how many parts there were.' 'And how many were there?' 'Only one more.' I felt her thigh push sideways against mine as if she was opening her legs and her hand released my cock and moved away. I didn't mind because I had a good idea where it had moved to. 'The high priest then told me to lie along the table, so I clambered onto the hard wood top and lay on my back wondering a bit anxiously what was going to happen. I mean, for all I knew they might want to cut my nipples off. But then he stood up, shrugged his robe off and walked across with his massive erection back again. Then I knew what was going to happen, he was going to fuck me bareback and shoot his load into me. I know that a man wouldn't normally be back to full strength quite that quickly after being sucked off, but it was a dream and in the dream he was.' She stopped. 'Do you really want to hear about me being fucked by someone else?' 'Yes.' I couldn't keep the excitement out of my voice and I could tell she had heard it by the way she smiled sexily up at the ceiling. 'Do what I'm doing then.' She told me. 'What are you doing?' I asked, pretending innocence. 'You know.' I did know, and my hand went down to my rock hard cock. I began to wank myself slowly and gently, not wanting to come before she finished. 'As soon as I knew what he wanted.' She began again. 'I shuffled myself along the table until my bottom was on the edge and then I spread my legs and pulled them right back ready for him. He stopped in front of me and stared at my pussy just like I'd stared at the high priestess before. Then he moved forward and guided his cock to my hole. It was big, but I was so bloody hot and so bloody wet that it slid straight in, all the way. For a moment he just stood there, looking down at my body and at my pussy with his cock buried in it, and then he put his hands on my knees to hold them back and started to thrust. He was relentless, battering at me with long hard thrusts as if he couldn't get far enough in, even though he was balls deep inside me. I loved it, as soon as he started I knew I was going to come and I had my first climax within a minute. That one sort of took the edge off and I just let it happen from then on, turning my head to the side as he fucked me so that I could see what our audience thought. They must have approved because I could see several women with fingers busy under the robes and more than a few men with their cocks out wanking like mad.' 'I can understand why.' I told her breathlessly. 'You're enjoying hearing about me fucking another man?' She asked in mock disbelief. I threw the duvet off and revealed my hand working at my cock, showing her just how hard it was and inadvertently exposing her own busy fingers at the same time. 'What do you think?' I asked her, indicating my hand with my eyes. 'And it isn't exactly leaving you cold, is it?' She looked down at her hand still rubbing at her clit and blushed. 'No, sorry, I'm as horny as hell. Don't be mad at me, will you?' 'How can I be mad at you without being mad at myself for feeling the same?' I asked her. 'Keep talking, I want to know what it felt like when he came, and keep playing with yourself, I want to see you come as well.' 'It's only a dream you know?' She reminded me worriedly. 'I didn't actually do it.' 'I know.' I responded. 'Don't worry, I'm not getting envious.' 'And you don't mind that I'm turned on by it?' She needed my reassurance. 'No, because so am I. I just wish I'd been there.' She didn't even pause from her masturbating as she asked. 'What, to watch me being fucked?' 'Yes.' 'I hope you just mean in a dream.' 'So do I.' She looked at me, surprised at what I'd said, but not half as surprised as I was. The implications didn't seem to worry her, because rather than being put off what she was doing by my remark, her fingers began to fly faster and faster cross her pussy until she was lifting her bottom from the bed, her limbs going taut and her face screwing up as she got closer and closer to coming. I stopped playing and just watched. Seeing her bring herself off like that always looks absolutely amazing as far as I'm concerned. I just love it. After The Dream Then her eyes closed and her head tilted back, and she started making little gasping groans, each a little louder than the last, and then she came. Every muscle in her body went rigid, she rubbed frantically at her clit, gasping and moaning al the time, before collapsing back onto the bed, panting for breath but with a big, silly, embarrassed smile on her face. 'You enjoyed that, didn't you?' I asked with a grin. Rhoda nodded, and then looked pointedly at where my hand rested over my erection. 'Aren't you...' She asked, still short of breath. 'It's not bothered you, has it? What we were saying?' 'No.' I told her. 'It's definitely not put me off; I just need a little more verbal stimulation.' 'You're a dirty old man.' She answered quietly, intensely. 'But I love you. Now, where was I?' 'On a table, being fucked.' 'Oh yes.' She thought for a moment. 'So the priest was doing it to me, with his priestess and his congregation all watching, and me feeling far too hot to be embarrassed about it. In fact, far too hot not to enjoy being watched by all these people, especially when he came.' 'Did he come hard?' I asked, my hand wrapping itself around my cock once again. 'Yes, really hard. He just kept hammering into me, and then he suddenly stopped with his cock right up inside me, twitching and jerking and squirting his cum into my womb.' 'Did you like it?' I asked. 'I loved it.' 'Would you like me to do the same to you now?' I asked. 'I was hoping you would.' She spread herself wide, waiting to receive me as I rolled on top of her. I reached down to guide my cock into her and found that she was completely drenched, the whole area of her pussy wet and slippery with her juices. I don't think I can ever remember her being that turned on. My cock slid inside her with no effort at all. 'God, you're randy.' 'And how would you be if you'd just had a dream like I had?' 'You mean, a dream that had you having sex with another man and going down on a woman? And then turning yourself on even more by telling your husband about it?' I began to thrust into her as I spoke, whispering straight into her ear because she had pulled my head down so that I couldn't see her face. 'Yes, that kind of dream.' Her hands were gripping hard onto my shoulders. 'Would you like him to be fucking you now?' There was a distinct pause and she went completely still for a moment before she answered. 'I don't know.' 'Imagine it is then.' I whispered. 'Imagine he's fucking you and other people are watching.' 'Are you watching?' 'Yes, I'm watching.' 'Do you like what you see?' 'Yes.' I bit the bullet. 'Would you like to see me fucking the priestess?' 'At the same time as he's fucking me?' 'Yes, side by side.' She was beginning to wriggle under me with pure arousal. 'God, that's such a sexy thought. Both of us fucking other people and watching each other.' 'I'd love you to see my cock sliding in and out of her.' 'So would I. But we're still talking about in our imaginations, aren't we?' She asked me a little anxiously, her nails digging into my back and her hips thrusting back at me. 'Imagination is a wonderful thing, isn't it?' I replied, not quite answering her question. 'There's no restriction on our imaginations.' 'So pretend he's fucking you.' I reminded her, thrusting a little harder, a little faster. 'Is he good?' 'Oh yes.' She responded, going back into the fantasy while pushing up at me. 'It feels fantastic.' 'You like a different cock up you?' 'I do. Just like you enjoy fucking another woman's pussy.' I could feel the first signs that I would soon be coming. 'Do you want him to come inside you? Do you want him to flood your pussy with his cum?' My voice was getting to sound breathless. 'Yes, I'd love that. Are you going to come inside her?' 'Yes, very soon.' 'Good, because it won't be long before he comes inside me, I can tell. And I'm going to come too.' She was gasping out the words on the edge of orgasm. We both came at the same moment, and we both came harder and more intensely than we ever had before. Rhoda gouged furrows into my back with her nails, furrows that I didn't notice until later, and I rammed myself into her so hard I left bruises on the insides of her thighs. It was astonishing how strongly we came, imagining that we were with other partners. I could tell how good it was for Rhoda because she kept grabbing at my back and arching up at me with her face contorted and her mouth giving out harsh little gasps every time another wave of pleasure went through her. I thought for a while that I wouldn't be able to keep going long enough to last out her orgasm, but my own climax seemed to go on forever as I pumped spurt after spurt of my cream up into her. Afterwards we lay silently in each others arms for a little while, but then Rhoda kissed me lightly on the cheek. 'Should I feel guilty?' She asked me, looking up at the ceiling. 'What for?' 'For enjoying fantasizing about fucking someone else.' 'No, I don't think so. Like we said, there are no restrictions on imaginations.' I looked at her, trying to make out her thoughts from her expression. 'Why, do you feel guilty?' 'No, I don't, but I wondered if I should. I wondered if it counted as cheating.' 'I don't see how, we both knew what the other was fantasizing about and we both went along with it, so why is that cheating?' 'It isn't, is it?' She was looking for reassurance. 'No. By definition nothing we do in bed that has the other's permission is cheating, is it?' 'No, we can do anything that we both agree to, don't you think?' It seemed to me that seeds had been sown, all I had to do was water them and anything was possible. I decided to add a little fertilizer. 'So if you decide to join a real life cult, you'll remember to take me along, won't you?' I said it in such a tone of voice that could be taken as either serious or joking. I left it to her to interpret as she wished. 'Oh yes definitely.' She replied, her own ambiguity leaving me none the wiser. 'I wouldn't do anything without you there.' 'But would you like to, if I was there?' 'For real?' She turned her head to look at me, excited interest plain on her face. 'Would I really do it with someone else?' 'For real.' I nodded, holding my breath as I waited for her reply. 'Only if you were too.' I didn't answer; I was still trying to digest what she had said and what she meant when she went for a shower a few minutes later. It sounded as if she had just given us the green light to involve others in our sex life.