A vivid fantasy

As you drift off, you find yourself waking up almost immediately. Only, it's not the bed you're used to. This bed is titanic, capable of accommodating a dozen people. At once you know that you're in a dream, there is no way that any of this would be possible in reality. The covers are strewn about, indicating that multiple people also slept in this bed with you. You slowly begin the journey to the edge of the bed, and it actually takes you nearly ten seconds to get there.

As you get out, you note a set of male slippers, looking brown and plush. You tentatively put one on your feet, and find out it fits perfectly, indicating that its yours. Shrugging, you head to a nearby rack and grab a sleep robe, which has your initials decaled on the breast. Figuring that it's also yours, you put it on, covering your boxer clad form.

As you depart the bedroom, you see that you're apparently residing in a grand mansion. You take a glance outside a nearby window and see an enormous lawn, clad in the bright colors of fall. Scratching your head in curiosity, you continue your quest to find something that makes an iota of sense.

Somehow you make your way to a grand staircase that dominates a high ceiling foyer. An immense chandelier takes up the upper portion of the room, it's crystals glinting in the morning sunlight. You descend down the stairs slowly, savoring the view. Large landscapes dominate the walls, but the rest of the room is devoid of furniture. As you reach the floor, you kneel down and feel it. It's marble, and you can only imagine how much it cost.

You wander some more and eventually find another human being in this pristine house. Unfortunately, it's not one that you recognize. She's a lovely young thing, wearing a truly scandalous maid's outfit.

She's blonde and tall, with black stockings going to the middle of her thigh. She's wearing impractically high heels, along with see through lace apron and a pair of skimpy black panties, also trimmed in white lace. The only other piece of clothing she's wearing is a French maid's headband.

You're stunned at the sight, but before you can question it you find yourself walking towards her. You are suddenly a passenger in your own body, **** to ride along and witness what your dream self does.

As you approach her, she's hard at work cleaning the counter. You slip behind her and caress her tits through the flimsy lingerie, and she moans in delight. Your erection is present and pushing through your robe, and there's no way that the maid can't feel it.

"Oh sir!" She moans out in a foreign accent that you can't quite place. "To what do I owe this honor?"

"Oh you know why." You growl out. "Traipsing around like a slut this early in the morning? You deserve it."

"I suppose...I suppose I do sir." She manages to eke out amid moans of pleasure. "Would you like to take me as my punishment?" She takes her hand and pulls the meager underwear aside, allowing you easy access to her pussy if you so chose.

"Maybe later." You reply, pulling away and spanking her ass in approval. "For now, I need to see the mistress of the manor.

"She's in her den." the blonde replies, pouting at your withdrawal and toying with one of hte straps on her apron. "Is there anything else you need?"

"Please cook breakfast for us. You're dismissed."

The maid turns to start cooking for you, and you turn and depart, apparently to the den. You're now glad to have your body guiding you, as you might wake up by the time you find the den in this gargantuan house.

Over a minute of trekking later, you find yourself at a immense mahogany door and you know that this is the den, where the mistress of the manor resides. You move to open the door, and note that on your left hand is a simple golden band. Apparently you are married in this world, hopefully to Carrie.

Well, marriage isn't the only thing connecting you to Carrie. As you enter the den, you see whom you call your loving girlfriend holding a child to her bared breast. You spot an intricate diamond ring on her left hand as well, and you know in your heart that Carrie is your wife and you have a child together.

"Hello dearest of husband of mine." Carrie greets you, gently rocking the baby as it breast feeds. "Looking to spend time with your wife and daughter this morning?"

You walk up to Carrie, and now that you get a closer look at her, you can tell that she's now in her early thirties, so this dream must take place roughly five years in the future.

"Always." Your dream self replies, moving in closer to kiss Carrie as she finishes up her breast feeding your daughter. She carefully carries her back and gently places her into a cradle, before moving to reattach the straps of her nightgown. You stop her, groping her bare tit as she moans in faint pleasure. You pull her towards you and kiss her, tonguing her fiercely in appreciation.

Carrie pulls off, smiling. She motions for you to take her chair, which you comply with. She sits down on your lap, grinding her pert ass nicely on your cock. You glance in appreciation of her breasts, and bring your hands back up to them. If you weren't mistaken, it seems that pregnancy gave Carrie an extra cup size. You hoped that it wouldn't go away as she got further from her delivery.

"So," your wife says, continuing to grind on your dick. "We got a couple ladies on the docket for you today. You have a lunch date with Natalie, and we're having Mary and Ashley over for dinner. We might also get Anne over for a nightcap, but she might not be able to make it.

"Sounds wonderful to me." You say, continuing to massage Carrie's breasts. "For now though, I'm going to need my wife to suck me off."

"Gladly." Carrie grins, and dismounts you and undoes your robe, opening it up. She peels your boxers down, and takes you into her mouth with no preamble.

Somehow, this dream blowjob is even better than the ones she gives you in real life. You groan in pleasure as you relax into your chair. It's as if years of practice on your dick made her perfect at teasing you, bringing you to the edge over and over in waves of ecstasy.

The soothing blowjob takes its course and soon you feel the urge to cum. As you begin to spurt, you suddenly wake up and are back in your own bed.