A dreamy blowjob...

I tossed and turned in the empty bed, never getting comfortable without Cathy being there. I never woke throughout the night, even though I dreamt about Cathy getting fucked in every imaginable position by some unidentified young stud. My dream evolved into watching Cathy and Linda engaged in a lesbian sixty-nine session, bringing each other to moaning orgasms. By this time, my cock had been teased enough and was ready for some action. I walked up to my lovely wife and stuck my rock hard cock into her wet pussy, sliding easily into her well-lubricated snatch. After sinking in balls-deep, I withdrew, seeing her wetness shining on my prick.

Linda lay beneath my panting wife, with her mouth open wide, so I offered her my dripping dipstick and plunged it into her oral opening. I was surprised with how much ease my cock slid into her hungry mouth as she sucked the syrupy sap from the shaft. I fucked her face for a few strokes before pulling out, allowing her the opportunity to let her tongue tickle my testicles. The exquisite feeling was nearly too much, bringing me close to the brink of explosion. I moaned loudly, filling the room with my guttural groan.

Suddenly, my eyes focused, the cloudiness finally clearing. I saw a familiar head of brunette curls bobbing up and down near my groin. My moaning was still filling the room as I watched Cathy hungrily sucking on my cock. The intense feeling from my dream transcended into the real world as Cathy’s tongue bathed my balls.

The morning sun, brightly shining through the window, was blinding the erotic sight before my eyes. I briefly wondered how long Cathy had been sucking on my cock, and what time had she come home last night. Her moans, vibrating through my cock, distracted me from my train of thought. I focused on her bare back, as she lay between my legs, admiring her firm ass as she wriggled on the bed. Cathy returned to licking my tightened sack as she pumped her fist around my bulging base.

As soon as I announced my pending eruption, Cathy swallowed my sword with renewed vigor. Within moments my cock began pulsing, sending hot globules of liquid fire into Cathy’s mouth. She swallowed what she could, letting the excess seep from the corners and bottom of her mouth. Cathy kept cleaning my deflating dick, till it was completely drained. Temporarily satiated, Cathy rose from the bed with a large cat’s grin spread across her face. She licked at the “milk” pasted around her face, before coyly turning and heading for the bathroom. Again, I watched her shapely ass wiggle and jiggle, before it disappeared into the bathroom, inviting me to follow.

Like a puppet on a string, I pulled myself from the bed and padded the short distance across the carpeted floor to the bathroom. Just before entering the bathroom I spotted, next to the door, her stiletto heels, a short black skirt, a sheer black blouse, and a lacy black bra. I didn’t see any panties as my eyes quickly surveyed the room. Once more, my suspicions had been piqued, trying to piece together the puzzle of Cathy’s night out.