God to smells good

Jesse just stared up at the ceiling, trying to control his breathing. Nothing had changed. She hadn’t stirred or woken up now that he was in the bed with her. After composing himself, he gingerly turned on his side so that her back was now facing him.

God, she smells good.

He reached out and grazed her arm with the back of his hand. Nothing.

Sarah was completely enveloped by the dream she was having. Dan’s hands were holding her tightly against him. They were in their bed at home and everything was as it should be. Everything was finally normal again. She could feel how hard Dan was in her hand. They kissed and started making love. Dan was so gentle and yet so strong.

“Mmmmm,” Sarah moaned.

Jesse quickly withdrew his hand, terrified he had woken her.

“Oh,” she moaned quietly again. Her hips moved a little bit.

Is she having a dream?

Jesse didn’t know quite how to react, but his dick sure did. It strained against his boxers for contact. Without thought, Jesse shifted himself over until he was right behind Sarah, just shy of pressing himself up against her. At the restaurant, he never would have dreamed he would get so close to her.

In her dream, Dan was beginning to thrust into her. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was gently kissing her neck. She raised her hips to meet his thrusts.

Jesse was flabbergasted as Sarah began to rock her hips a little more noticeably. She closed the distance between them on her own. Her perfect ass moved and pressed up against his rock-hard cock. As she pushed back into him, she emitted a soft moan, “Mmmmm.”

Even if she was dreaming, she had felt his dick and liked the way it felt. Jesse reached out and firmly placed his hand on her hip, pulling her back into him as he gently began thrusting his cock against her pajama-clad ass.

Back in her Middleton bedroom dream, Dan turned her over and took her from behind. His cock felt so good in her, his hands holding her down as he thrust into her. She screamed into the pillow, her nails digging into the sheets. But now, something was calling her attention. Something was wrong. She looked towards the doorway of her bedroom. She saw herself standing there in horror, watching Dan fuck her from behind. What was wrong with what she was seeing? Why did she look like she’d seen a ghost?

Jesse had worked his cock out of his boxers and had pressed his naked flesh up against his boss’s wife. His hand snaked up from her hips and found the hem of her shirt. He recklessly slipped it under, grazing her soft tummy on its way to touch those magnificent breasts of hers, the ones he couldn’t help but drool over during dinner. He found them. His hands began to dance over the lace material until he found the soft flesh of the tops of her breasts. His cock grew harder.

He thrust himself into the sleeping wife and her hips pushed back. Jesse held her chest firmly and an audible moan escaped Sarah’s lips. “Oh.”

Jesse leaned forward, his head right next to Sarah’s. He kissed the base of her neck while fondling her chest.