Woken by a Gentle Voice ^'

Your dreams were aflame with lustful images. Steve fucking your brains out with Dave on the phone, none the wiser. Memories of Ryan and his friends screwing you so hard your pussy was still sore, but oh so happy. However memories of your own experiences shift to a different subject. You remember your lover, Alexandre, giving your sister, Diane, the business in the diner's restroom, only for her to admit to having been with a lover on a previous day. The day you knew your husband present. Suddenly Alexandre is replaced by Dave, who's now fucking your little sister. Instead of anger, your arousal only grows. Your dream self walks up next them, a hand down your skirt playing with yourself.

"I've seen you looking at my husband, you little ho'." You grab Diane's hair as Dave continues to pound her. "I always knew you wanted him. Is it as good as you imagined?!"

"Oh it's so much better!" The dream Diane declared. "You shouldn't have kept him all to yourself! It wasn't fair!" She moaned like a whore, clearly in utter bliss at being fucked by your husband.

"What about you?" You reached down and palm your husband's balls. "You seem really eager to be filling my sister's pussy?" Your dream self furiously playing with your sex.

"She's so hot! I've always wanted her, baby! How could I resist? You're always so busy and she was here for me." He gives Diane's dream self a firm slap on the ass, causing her to to moan louder, even drawing a breathy moan from your own mouth at the image.

You stroke your husband's cock, realizing he's not wearing a condom.

"Are you serious? You're fucking my sister, bareback?" Your tone should be angry. It should be furious. Instead you're even more aroused.

"Yes! I can't resist her, Suzy. A woman like her deserves to be fucked completely!" Dave confesses.

"Keep fucking her," you order Dave while moving over to grab Diane's hair again, making her look you in the eye. "Your getting off on this, aren't you little sister. My husband fucking you completely unprotected? Hoping he gets you pregnant?"

"Yes! I want it so bad, Suzy!" She smiles toothily. "But not as much as you want it to happen."

"Suzy? Suzy, are you okay?" The voice was gentle, but insistent. You could feel a strong hand on your shoulder.

"Mmm, G..Greg?" You open a tired eye to see your boss's husband sitting on the bed, smiling in a relieved way. For a brief moment you wonder if you were still dreaming. That idea though is dashed quickly as you realize Greg was still dressed in his office attire.

"Yep, it's me, Suzy. How are you feeling?" He asks, concerned. "You were moaning in your sleep. I wasn't sure if I should let you sleep, or wake you up."

"Ugh," you rub the sleep from your eyes. Thankfully your headache seems to have gone, and you don't feel sick anymore, though the light still bothers you a bit. "Much better than I did." You frown. "Moaning? Did I say anything?"

Greg shakes his head. "Nothing I could make out, though you did sound like you were having a good time."

You find yourself reddening when you realize what he means. If you didn't know him as long as you have, you would be mortified. "Hey, you can't blame me for what my dreams are doing."

He laughs merrily. "Too true, granted I always find reality more fun." There's a gleam in his eye and an undeniable meaning in his tone that excites you. "How about I get you some water, Suzy?"

"I'd appreciate that, thank you." You find yourself waking up more when your eyes fix on the older man's butt. "Now there's a view to wake up to," you say quietly to yourself, your horniness growing by the second. "Thanks for the key, by the way. Very gracious of you to give me access to your suite."

He laughs, a sound you always enjoyed. "It was my pleasure, Suzy. Everything you do for the company? This is a small favor."

"It is very lovely. I can only imagine how much it costs."

"Isn't it? Jackie found it over ten years ago. We've rented in perpetuity sever since. The price has been more than worth it." Greg walks over and hands you the glass of water. "So, you wanna tell me what happened, Mrs. Jones?"

You accept the water and had barely gotten the first swallow down when you hear Greg's question.