Dream state

A true unexpected sexual encounter, experienced by the Author

A true short self reminder of an actual unexpected sexual encounter as experienced by the author and told the exact way that it happened through the eyes of his counterpart, The Great Peterswiftt.

When I finally made it home on the red eye after several weather delays I quietly slipped into our guest bath for a shower to avoid waking my wife.

During my phone conversation some hours earlier from the Denver airport to tell her my original flight had been cancelled, she made it a point to have me promise to wake her when I got in, but by that time it was much later than either of us had anticipated.

Hell I was tired anyway, overly tired when I finally eased into our bed while trying may best not to disturb her. After that difficult journey I was content to just quietly lie next to the woman I love in the peaceful tranquility of our home while experiencing the warmth of her body and how that familiar cute little tune of her soft breathing as she sleeps always made everything about finally being home comforting and more than enough after any taxing situation.

To be totally honest, during my shower I did considered waking her to honor her earlier request, if only for a quickie; I mean after twenty some days apart everything she cleverly implied over the phone was more than intriguing, however after finally arriving that late and knowing she had some early training class where she works in only a few hours, I couldn’t bring myself to indulge either of us.

At any rate that business trip had been long hard and arduous on my mind and body and I knew that I needed to relax for a moment or it felt like I would never sleep. The added ten straight hours stranded in an airport sitting on hard vinyl chairs made our bed feel like Heaven when I was finally able to lay my head on my own pillow while contemplating: “Perhaps in the morning.” It was a silent compromise my mind made to my libido about the same time I felt my flesh emit a sigh of disappointment for my body being too tired to enjoy sharing the sex that comes with pleasing my beautiful wife.

But thankfully within minutes the comforting pleasantries of her closeness, the intoxicating scent of her warm flesh and my exhaustion from that trip jointly decided on my behalf that it was time for me to sleep … and I must have literally passed out.

Within what seemed only seconds I was deep in a pleasant place having the most incredible dream imaginable and while willingly immersing myself into the erotic aspect that comes with most of my dreams, a gentile kiss on my cheek and her lovely voice partially woke to inform me she was leaving for work: “Oh sweetheart I’m so glad you finally made it home; I’m sorry to wake you like this but I wanted to remind you that I have that thing at work today and I’ll be later than usual; now please promise me you’ll sleep in a little longer” (and after a few more words I probably didn’t comprehend) I started to doze back off to sleep and somehow in that groggy exchange I could only manage a smile and a nod as if I understood her every word.

There was just something so comforting about finally waking up at home in my own bed that morning that put me at ease after too many nights away on hotel room mattresses; and at that time I had no problem laying there while cruising in that magical trance-like state between semi-consciousness (where a person feels wonderfully detached from the wakened world and actual sleep) while I heard her leave for work.

I still remember the peaceful comfort from our bed with its feel of crisp fresh clean sheets and the sensual scent from her recent presence still on her pillow when the faint sound of our bedroom door reopening made me wonder if everything, including her last parting kiss was either all part the dream I was enjoying or an altered reality from being only partially awake.

When suddenly, dancing over my senses and filling the space between us came a sweet floral fairyland scent of a young girl’s trendy cologne, instantly confirming I was indeed still very much in my dream, and as I found myself willingly embracing every factor in the emotion that created: “Hell if this is my dream,” I considered: “maybe my wife is still in our bed waiting to surprise me with a homecoming gift of our first threesome this very morning!”

Hell, I wasn’t my intent to fool myself, I knew in that dream I was fantasizing by using the tantalizing aroma that she unknowingly left on the bedding to bolster my favorite fantasy of something she would never agree to do; all while that newer younger aroma wafted through the air adding its erotic twist with a variety of hopeful participants that may or may not exist if only in some Dream State’s collective moments.

“After all” I reasoned: “what else are dreams for?”

As my concentration turned to selectiveness: “This might actually include that last flight attendant who’s cute little ass I may have noticed on the last leg of my journey earlier this very morning,” I considered: “or that corporate secretary’s tight skirt I noted during a conference several days ago, or maybe that tight sexy young serer with the bright eyes that brought me that greasy airport breakfast late yesterday morning who smelled so damn good” it all seemed up to me as my mind considered all possibilities while still knowing I couldn’t be held accountable for being unfaithful during any fantasy portion of a dream.

Confusing I know, but with dreams, somehow they seem to make it all make sense.

During the short course of that dream the possibilities began to seem endless, fore as we all know; each and every dream tends to remember and blend minute critical portions of previous woken forgotten truth in with dream fantasies that the conscious mind will try to remember, but all too often totally forgets.

As everything began feeling more like surreal sensual erotic anticipation rather than the surprise of reality, I sensed the top sheet being gently drawn down and off the foot of the bed while slowly exposing my frontal nudity in its travel … and then the warm presence and sweet new aroma of feminine flesh replaced it by adding even more warmth as I sensed her torso hovering over my free standing morning wood.

I knew I was dreaming and even though I was exhausted I intended to engross myself in it, to enjoy as much as possible before having to wake and start that day in total denial. Hell, it was my dream and I had no need to question the fact that I wasn’t awake when I imagined the mattress depress close to my body under her knees … before the magical sensation from the softest hair imaginable gently graced my lower belly.

As I sucked in my gut and flexed my morning wood in an attempt to make myself more desirable, the warm feel from an open mouth engaged the underside of my erect penis mid shaft, and: “Hell, in dreams this could never be considered cheating.” I consoled myself.

Hell, I knew I was dreaming and I intended to stay in that dream, safe from the demeaning guilt that comes from being unfaithful … as the added stimulus from a small, warm palm gently cradled my scrotum the moment I felt her take me deep into her warm moist mouth.

As her talented lips and tongue slowly indulged me full length, I instinctively parted my legs; by then I was praying I would remember everything after I awoke as I experienced my body draw in a deep breath of much needed air the moment those tightening lips encircling my manhood pressed down firm in against my pubic mound.

As my shoulders came up off the bedding, my hands were in the floral scent of her hair and I was deep in that sweet youthful mouth while she fought to accept my manhood all the way down her throat.

When suddenly, even in my own dream I had to know who she was and when I was unable to open my eyes: “Damn it to fuck Swiftt” I cursed myself: “why in every damn dream?”

But then again, unlike the norm, that dream didn’t end with me waking in total disappointment.

With an untethered passion she progressively continued, slowly transforming each quickening bob into long deepening strokes. My hips became set and ready, her soft compelling sounds of appreciation became totally believable as if she were addicted and as she grew more determined on continually throating my every inch, my heels burned into the sheets, my toes curled back cramping my shins, my chest began heaving, my heart was already pounding and as my testicles pulled away from the gentle teasing squeeze of her warm little fingers in their one final attempt to crawl up into the inside my groin … there was no holding back.

While deep in that dream mouth I could sense the minty aroma of toothpaste blend with that unmistakable tart scent of a young female’s phlegm mixing in with my own seed as my first time ever wet-dream’s full blown orgasm pumped ribbon, after ribbon, of built up sexual pleasures down her throat in exchange for ridding my aching balls of the very discomfort she so skillfully provided them less than a moment ago.

In that inexplicable exchange throughout the short duration of the most erotic dream I had ever experienced, she never missed a beat and as her hunger took charge over every scintilla of my male secretion; everything in my dream became bathed under the fluid sounds of her mouth’s sucking and her throat’s swallowing, up to and until my spent body started going totally limp, beginning with the part of me that was still balls deep down her talented little throat.

When her tightening lips and the top of her tongue stretched my flaccid member to full length as she came up off of me for what I instinctively knew would be the final time, everything became too close, too real and so damn wonderful that I literally forced myself awake; but only in time to experience a slow tease from a playful toothy bite right behind the head of my penis, shockingly provided by an all too familiar face.

And the exact moment I felt the mattress rebound I was fully awake and witnessing my wife’s nude eighteen year old daughter from her previous marriage, proudly, and confidently gliding toward the bedroom door, turning back only once to pause and make eye contact … and then that knowing smile, before ever so slowly exiting her mother’s room.
DREAN STATE: a true and accurate account, told in detail by Peterswiftt.