Straight Male / 33
A couple moved in next door to my wife and I about six months ago. They look to be in their mid to late forties. The wife Helen is rather attractive, she's in pretty good shape for her age. She wears a bit of makeup but there really isn't anything about her that screams drop dead sexy.
So why do I keep having these dreams about her? In my dreams we are always meeting somewhere to have sex. While I'm fucking her Helen tells me her husband knows everything about us having sex and it turns me on more knowing this. Helen is a wild animal in my dreams, we do just about everything a man and women could do sexually.
Sometimes I wake up and my cock is rock hard and I slip out of bed and go masturbate in the guest bathroom. I imagine fucking Helen now as I'm jerking my cock feverishly. It only takes a few minutes to cum, I bite my lip to keep from moaning with pleasure.
The other day I was out in the yard working when Helen walked over to talk to me about her and her husband going out of town for a few days, asking me if I would mind getting their mail and newspaper. While she was speaking all I could think about is the dreams of us fucking like dogs. That was it. No looks of longing in her eyes, or subliminal signals she was interested in something sexual.
So why do I keep having these dreams about her? In my dreams we are always meeting somewhere to have sex. While I'm fucking her Helen tells me her husband knows everything about us having sex and it turns me on more knowing this. Helen is a wild animal in my dreams, we do just about everything a man and women could do sexually.
Sometimes I wake up and my cock is rock hard and I slip out of bed and go masturbate in the guest bathroom. I imagine fucking Helen now as I'm jerking my cock feverishly. It only takes a few minutes to cum, I bite my lip to keep from moaning with pleasure.
The other day I was out in the yard working when Helen walked over to talk to me about her and her husband going out of town for a few days, asking me if I would mind getting their mail and newspaper. While she was speaking all I could think about is the dreams of us fucking like dogs. That was it. No looks of longing in her eyes, or subliminal signals she was interested in something sexual.