The phone rings

I was still lying there with my cock in my hand when my phone started vibrating.

Incoming call: Sue

I answered immediately, keeping my voice low even though I was alone.

“Hey.”

Her voice was quiet on the other end — barely above a whisper.

“Hey. Malc’s asleep. I’m in the spare room.”

There was a soft click, like she’d closed a door. I could hear her breathing. She sounded wide awake.

“I saw your messages,” she said. “About the dream.”

I swallowed. My cock was still rock hard.

“You want me to tell you?” I asked.

“Yes.” No hesitation. “All of it. Right now. Don’t leave anything out.”

I closed my eyes and started talking.

I told her how in the dream Lisa had been massively pregnant — even bigger than the other night — lying on her back with that huge belly rising high and round. How Sue had been there too, six or seven months along, on her knees beside her. How I’d fucked Lisa while Sue rubbed her belly and kissed her. How Sue had climbed on top of Lisa afterward so I could fuck her from behind while her pregnant belly hung down and brushed against Lisa’s much bigger one.

Sue stayed quiet while I spoke, but her breathing had changed. It was slower. Deeper.

I kept going.

I told her how in the dream she’d reached back and pulled my hand around to rest on her belly and said, “Feel it. Feel what you’re going to put in me next.”

There was a soft, shaky exhale on her end.

“Fuck, Ryan…”

Her voice was lower now. Rougher.

I kept stroking myself slowly under the sheets as I finished describing the dream — how I’d come inside her while Lisa was underneath us, licking and sucking on Sue’s tits.

When I finished, neither of us spoke for a few seconds.

Then Sue let out a quiet, strained laugh.

“I shouldn’t be this wet right now,” she whispered. “Malc’s literally asleep in the next room.”

The words went straight to my cock.

She was quiet again for a moment, like she was trying to pull herself together.

Then she spoke, voice still low but more controlled.

“You need to get out of the house.”

I blinked. “What?”

“Go for a walk,” she said. “Or better yet, head down to the gym. It’s 24 hours, right? Clear your head. Burn off some of this energy before you do something stupid at 2am.”

I let out a rough breath. “You’re the one who called me while your boyfriend’s asleep to hear about me dreaming of fucking both of you pregnant.”

“I know,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice even though it was strained. “That’s exactly why I’m telling you to go. Because if you stay in that bed right now, we’re both going to make bad decisions.”

She paused.

“Go to the gym. Lift something heavy. Run until your legs hurt. Think about something else for an hour.” Her voice dropped again. “And when you’re done… text me. Tell me how it went. And maybe we can finish what we started here.”

I was still hard. Painfully so.

But she was right. If I stayed here I was going to end up saying or doing something even more reckless than I already had.

“…Alright,” I said. “I’ll go.”

“Good.” She sounded relieved and disappointed at the same time. “Be safe. And Ryan?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t jerk off in the gym showers thinking about the dream,” she said, half-teasing, half-serious. “Save it.”

Then she hung up.

I lay there for another minute, staring at the ceiling, cock still throbbing.

Then I got up, pulled on shorts and a hoodie, and grabbed my gym bag.

It was 2:23am.