Time for bed ...

Sarah, exhausted and drained, wearily rose to her feet and sopped up the wet spot on the sofa with her dress. She flipped the cushion over to hide any evidence of her recent wetting. She shuffled across the floor, turned off the television and padded up the stairs.

Mark, totally satisfied he had plenty of great footage for personal and **** use, packed up his gear and headed back over the fence. He made it home in no time, eager to put the next phase of his plan together as he reviewed the footage.

Sarah, meanwhile, had finally reached her bedroom, dropping the dress by the bed as she silently slipped beneath the covers and curled her naked body against her sleeping husband. As she lay there trying to fall asleep, she realized that she hadn’t slept in the nude ever since the first child was born. She didn’t know why! The pleasant feeling of Brad’s warmth against her skin reminded her of her younger days, when she seemed so wild and free. Yet, now in her thirties, her wild days of yester year seemed to pale to the wild adventures she encountered today. Sarah drifted off to sleep, recalling the radiance of her exploits.

She was asleep in no time, drifting into dreamland. As Sarah’s dream focused, she found herself sitting by a swimming pool, naked on a chaise lounge, soaking up the sun’s warmth. Brad appeared, glistening with sweat and naked. He started licking her aching pussy, filling her with wetness. She was relishing in the sensations as the man between her legs stood, ready to fuck her. She admired his long flowing blonde hair, draping behind his impeccably muscled chest. She ogled at the magnitude of the massive flesh dangling between his legs. She knew this man. It wasn’t Brad. It was Ramon; Ramon from the romance novel. Ramon positioned his fat bulbous head against Sarah’s splayed legs as she begged him to fuck her. He obliged, slowly sinking his cock into the tight, stretching hole. Sarah cried as the pain was lost amidst the intensely pleasurable sensations racking her body. Sarah pushed back, forcing the gargantuan beast deeper into her depths, making her moan and thrash about. Having him finally captured, the two began bucking frantically, as she actively encouraged Ramon to plunder her relentlessly. Their intimate fucking session was interrupted by a ringing doorbell. Suddenly Ramon seemed to have disappeared, and Sarah watched Brad open the front door and invite in four of his old college buddies. The next thing Sarah saw was Brad passed out on their living room sofa, and she was suddenly in the kitchen, naked, with Brad’s friends. She immediately helped two guys pull their cocks out so she could stuff them down her hungry throat, while the other two, already naked, began eating her tits and pussy. Sarah allowed herself to be draped over the kitchen table as one guy stuck his cock up her clutching cunny. She was still sucking on the two cocks in her grip. The guy fucked her silly until he blew his nut, coating her walls, sending her into outer space. One of the guys fucking her mouth took his opportunity to fuck the lubricated hole, while the other one stuck his cum coated prick into Sarah’s mouth for cleaning. Sarah had just swallowed the last bit of remnants from the dirty cock when the second one erupted, bloating her pussy, filling it to overflowing capacity. Sarah was flipped to her back as the guy returned his dick to Sarah’s throat. The third friend moved in pushing his well endowed erection into the sopping hole. His cock displaced the cum pooled inside, forcing it to ooze out and run down the crack of Sarah’s ass. The slimy semen trickled across Sarah’s puckered ass as the guy hammered forcefully into Sarah. She bucked across the table forcing the other large cock further down her windpipe. By the time Sarah had the second cock cleaned, her legs were wrapped around the third fucker’s waist, pulling him into her until he, too, exploded. When he pulled out a thick river of the manly cum was consistently oozing out of the gaping hole. Sarah ordered him to her mouth, so she could taste his seed amidst the mixture. Sarah then cooed at the sight of the fourth cock about to fuck her pussy; it must’ve been nearly fourteen inches long and almost four inches thick, with a tennis ball sized head. She was glad for the extra lubrication as he pressed the monster cock against her opening. Fearing her scream would wake the dead, Sarah engulfed the third cock to muffle her cries. The fourth guy leaned forward, pushing his weight onto the telephone pole, driving the head past the well fucked opening. Sarah soared into another orbit as the stars whizzed by her head, skewered between the two idyllic cocks. Multiple orgasms ripped through her body as the fucker buried his sword and began pumping away. He exclaimed that Sarah was too loose and pulled out. He pressed his cock against the slime coated sphincter and pushed forward once again. The cock no longer in her throat, Sarah gritted her teeth and grabbed the table for support as the angry purple head **** its way in. Stretched, filled, and out of breath, Sarah humped back, burying the battering ram in her bowels. She humped back against the talented lover until he finally burst, warming her intestines with his hot lava. Sarah screamed in ecstasy as the final orgasm took her to the heavens.

Sarah’s eyes popped open in horrified shock, suddenly realizing it was all a dream. She was panting heavily with beads of perspiration covering her naked body, tousled within the sheets. She gasped at the sudden realization she had two fingers buried in her twat. She pulled them out, much to her body’s dismay. She was frightened she had wakened Brad, and was then comforted to find him snoring next to her. She cleared the cobwebs from her head as she fixed the sheets and the comforter and lay back down. Sarah was bewildered by the intensity of her dream as she half-heartedly tried to analyze it. It was a futile attempt as she quickly drifted back to sleep. Back to sleep … and into another dream.

As her dream came into focus, Sarah and Brad were in their den. Brad was sitting on a stool while Sarah was playing pool … totally naked. Sarah smiled at Brad, totally clothed, as she sank the eight ball; when suddenly, five nameless, strange men appeared in the room, totally naked. Sarah proceeded to suck each cock down her parched throat, fuck each cock with her pussy, and sink her ass down on each cock. The whole time she was being seduced and attacked by the group of five men, Sarah never took her eyes off Brad. She watched his smiling face as he continued to watch the men ravage her body. She drank down the first guy’s cum, and let the remaining four men plaster her face with the sticky protein. As each guy rammed their cock in Sarah’s pussy, she exploded in numerous orgasms, coating their totem poles with her own viscous love juice. One by one she got each glorious fuck stick to explode inside her cavernous opening as they plowed into her. Lying back on the green felt, Sarah had cum pouring out of her pussy staining the tabletop as the fifth load was added to the mixture. Sarah flipped over on her own volition, filled with endless energy and planted her feet on the floor as she bent over the table, still looking at Brad. She called out, to no one in particular, begging them to fuck her ass real good. One by one the men walked up behind Sarah and pushed their pokers into her back door furnace. They bucked her against the table repeatedly, her tits brushing against the felt as they swayed. Sarah continued to urge them on, still staring into Brad’s blue eyes, as she moaned, groaned, and grunted with each thrust. The royal ass reaming continued on until each guy had torpedoed his generous firing into Sarah’s intestines, bloating her belly with the special enema. Just as the last cock pulled out, Sarah exploded into a gut wrenching orgasm, pushing all the excess cum out of her gaping brown hole.

Once more, Sarah bolted up in bed, seemingly shocked out of her dream, only to find herself panting for air, having kicked the sheets off her sweating body. It was then she realized, she had a thumb buried in her dripping snatch, and two fingers, knuckle deep, in her ass. Both were plunging away before reality set in. In a cold panic she stared at Brad, relieved he was still curled up, sound asleep and still snoring. It took longer for Sarah to regain control of herself as she fixed the bed for the second time and tried to settle down. Sarah tried to analyze the dreams, finally excusing them as torrid images created by the combination of **** and the dirty movies. Nearly thirty minutes later, totally exhausted, Sarah fell back asleep.

It wasn’t long before she found herself dreaming again, picking up practically where she had left off. Sarah was walking Brad to the door, just having been fucked by the five guys, who had since disappeared. She wished him a good day and waved bye as she stood in the doorway watching Brad leave for work. She stood there, totally naked, waving as Brad disappeared around the corner. Seconds later a brown delivery truck pulled into their drive. A young, good looking man outfitted in brown appeared, holding a package. Sarah escorted him to the living room, unfazed by her nakedness, as he placed the container on the floor. “I’ve been waiting for this,” she exclaimed, signing the receipt. She dropped to her knees and fished the delivery man’s cock out of his pants and sucked his snake to stiffness. She turned and bent over the box he had just delivered and offered him his choice of holes. The delivery man alternated sticking his cock in and out of each of Sarah’s welcoming holes, making her dizzyingly delirious as her body rippled from the tremors. After stretching both her holes, he spun Sarah back around, shoving his stick down her bulging throat until she ended up swallowing a gallon of his salty sperm along with the buttery remnants of her ass and the tart juices of her pussy. She thanked him, zippered him up and sent him on his way. As soon as he had walked out the door, two large black men walked in, announcing they were there to work on Sarah’s garden. Sarah had them naked in a flash and was humming a high pitched chorus as she bounced back and forth between the two hard bodies, a cock in her mouth, and one in her pussy. Sarah erupted again in multiple orgasms as the duo tag-teamed, alternately filling her mouth and muff. Sarah then laid one of the men on their backs as she sat on his upright pole, pushing it into her ass as she sank down from her own weight. She fell backwards upon his chest, making room for the second guy to fill her pussy. Sarah’s body was in a rapid boil as the waves rolled throughout her heated body. She gasped for air as the two cocks drove forcefully into her, filling her beyond her wildest imaginations. Each one throbbed, bucked, and pistoned only a fraction of an inch apart from one another, separated only by a thin membrane. The fireworks caught fire as the two cocks throbbed in unison, swelled to even larger sizes, and then expelled their contents into Sarah’s starved body. Sarah voluntarily cleaned each cock with her mouth, thanking them for the watering as they walked out the door. The moment they disappeared from the door, seven bikers strolled through the door. They said they needed a place to rest and fuel up. Each cruel looking biker was suddenly naked, sticking their gas pumps into Sarah. Sarah was sprawled across the floor as the seven men abused her body. They fucked her pussy raw. They left her ass gaping, and dripping cum. Sarah’s jaw was sore from sucking two cocks simultaneously the entire time. They twisted, pinched, pulled and tugged at her sensitive nipples. They continually rolled her clit between their fingers, pinching and twisting the rubbery red knob whenever they wanted Sarah to explode. Sarah enjoyed it. She welcomed it, and actually encouraged the treatment she was receiving, relishing the glow, excitement, and warmth her body felt. She was a sex-starved, cum-crazed, lust-laden, ball-busting, dick-draining sex machine. And she loved every minute of it! … Then Brad walked through the door, staring at her, naked among seven naked men.

Sarah’s eyes popped open yet again. One hand was sucking on three slimy coated fingers, while the other hand was pinching her clit. Sarah’s tits ached terribly as she found herself sprawled about the bed without sheets again. She felt an inordinate amount of wetness pooled beneath her quivering ass, realizing she had wetted the sheets. She draped her hand across the wetness and brought it to her nose. It wasn’t urine! She felt an uneasy feeling grow through her body as her breathing slowly returned to normal. Her ass and pussy seemed unusually sore also. Sarah crawled out of bed and ambled to the toilet to relieve herself. Her bladder and intestines seemed to empty themselves without any effort. She crawled back into bed as Brad rolled about, groaning as he shifted. Sarah was afraid to go back to sleep. She’d be getting up in an hour anyway. She pulled out her diary as she did every morning, and began writing. Sarah had plenty of time to detail everything over the past twenty-four hours, filling several pages with vivid clarity. She wrote about Brad’s odd behavior, the movies, and her dreams. She had just finished her entry when the alarm sounded.

Sarah did her best to hide her confused emotions as she got Brad and the kids up, and made them breakfast. As she worked around the kitchen Sarah got an uneasy feeling in her stomach, placing the food on the table, where everyone was sitting. The same table she fucked Brad’s college friends on, in her dream. She got every one out the door in plenty of time, with a deep sigh of exasperation. Sarah found it curious that Brad never mentioned anything about last night. He seemed to have something on his mind as he walked out the door. Sarah dismissed it; convincing herself he was quiet because of the kids. Sarah set about her daily morning cleaning and ended up in the living room. An eerie feeling crept over her body as she recollected the scene from her dream that occurred in the living room. She pushed it aside and grabbed the three tapes, and their respective boxes. She put each tape into the box, and was about to hide the boxes from her children inadvertently finding them, when she browsed the covers and back covers of each box. It wasn’t until then that Sarah made a connection. All three movies featured a strawberry blonde starlet. The hair styles were different, but they all resembled Sarah in some fashion. Now entranced, Sarah sat down on the sofa again, and studied the boxes in more detail. Sarah blinked, almost in disbelief, surprised she hadn’t made the connection last night, realizing all three movies were about a wife fucking other men. In the first and third movie, the husbands didn’t know, and in the second, he watched. Sarah asked herself if this was coincidence or if there was a reason for it. Delaying the answer, Sarah steeled herself and continued cleaning, hiding the movies for later viewing if needed. She ran a load of clothes into the basement for laundry, walking by the open door to the den. She dropped the basket of clothes, trembling from the tiny tremors that ripped through her body when she spotted the green felt covered pool table. After several minutes of being immobilized, Sarah regained her strength and composure to continue on, despite the fact that her pussy was tingling, beginning to beg for attention. As part of her daily ritual, she went to the mailbox, just as the mailman pulled up. Even though his uniform was two shades of blue as opposed to brown, Sarah’s legs trembled, nearly buckling and dropping her on the spot. She steadied herself, dazed and confused as the mailman asked if she was okay. She said she was, swallowing the knot forming in her throat, her eyes inadvertently drifting to the mailman’s crotch. She snapped out of it, blinking her eyes, and scurried back to the house.

Needing to refresh and clear her mind, Sarah quickly changed into her two piece bathing suit and swam several laps in the cool morning water of her pool. She lay on the chaise lounge, soaking up the warming sun. Again, she recalled the opening details of her dream. As soon as she cleared her mind of that image, she recalled the five pool installers in the video. Frustrated she couldn’t get her mind off sex, Sarah turned over. Face down into her towel, Sarah closed her eyes, and drifted off to a contented, quiet nap, void of any dreams.