Finally Home (Part 2 — Soaking Wet Dreams)

I couldn’t sleep.

As some of you know from my bio, I’m a novelist. My fellow novelists know that when your mind starts thinking, it doesn’t stop. It’s notably dangerous for me when I’ve seen or read an exceptional story. Project Almanac was no different.

I was praying for sweet sleep but God gave me another story, and I just wasn’t allowed to go to bed unless I wrote down the general ideas. Especially since the last time I fell asleep on an idea promising to write it in the morning, He took it away from me. And try as I might I haven’t gotten it back; leaving me with only the feeling that it was one great story.

But even then, once I had put the ideas down I still couldn’t get to sleep. I tossed and turned. Wifey slept soundly right next to me as the fan gently hummed in our room. She had her fill of me and was out. We joke and call my manhood the Nyquil because once she gets it she’s out. It’s why we try to avoid a quickie when we have places to go.

I had thought about writing for Marriage Heat. I wanted to share my Finally Home story, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Something just seemed like it was holding me back from writing it. Now I know it’s because the story wasn’t over.

I dozed off at one point, wasn’t for long because when I looked at my phone it had only been about ten minutes. I thought I had heard a noise, and I wasn’t sure what had woken me up. I was lying there looking at the roof, watching the ceiling fan turn, keeping the room cool with our standing fan when I heard it again. It was quiet, but there it was a moan from the wife. I looked over, and she’s still lying there sound asleep.

I’m watching her to make sure she’s okay. Wifey gets nightmares, like everyone else in the world, but when she does they’re bad, and I wake her up. It’s gotten to the point that I’ve even woken her up in my sleep and had full on conversations with her about her nightmares while consoling her and I’ll still be asleep. She says she’ll see I won’t blink…or I’ll say something that will utterly throw her off, and she’ll see that I’m super groggy. At that point, I’ve relaxed her, and she says she’ll chuckle to herself and whisper for me to go back to sleep, and I’ll instantly close my eyes. I honestly think it’s creepy, but she thinks its sweet I can comfort her even while being asleep.

But all that to say I was watching her because I thought I might have caught her at the start of a nightmare. Sometimes I do; she’ll make small noises here and there, and they’ll get more frequent as she begins to toss and turn, and that’s when I wake her up. I always make sure; I don’t want to wake her up if she’s having a good dream, which happens. She’ll smile and say my name or our daughters name, and I’ll go back to sleep. It also doesn’t help that she has this tendency to mix her noises. I joke and tell her all the time her pain noises sound exactly like her sex sounds, but I’m able to tell the difference when it’s her nightmare sounds.

“Hmmm,” she said again. I was still lying on my side and watching her to make sure she was okay. She was not tossing and turning so everything must be good.

“Hmmm, hmmmm,” she said this time quicker. I raised an eyebrow and thought to myself, no way.

“Michael,” she whispered and a small smile stretched across her face. “Hmmm!”

Now I was quietly laughing as I propped up on my elbow. She’s having a sex dream about me. But this one was different than the others I had caught her having. She had never made this much noise before, and her body was trembling as if she was having an orgasm. I got curious, and this was way too good an opportunity to pass up.

I got close and slid my hand to her slit, and, to my surprise, she was soaking wet. Not damp, but dripping. She had been having an orgasm. My fingers danced their way up to her clit and started to play with it, and she moaned out loud again and trembled as she had another orgasm. Something clicked for her, and she woke up realizing I was messing with her. She sighed as her orgasm ended and rolled over to me.

“So I see someone was having a wet dream about me,” I teased as I continued to play with her clit.

“Uh-hmm,” she moaned shifting her hips so I could get more of my fingers in between her legs.

“What was I doing to you?” I asked as I bit her nipple.

She hissed before answering as she leaned back a bit. “Oh, nothing special—”

“Oooo-ooo! Nothing special, huh?”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that,” she said groggily. “I just mean you were on top, and you were making love to me.”

“On top, huh,” I asked. “So you mean like this,” I said rolling her over and getting on top of her, sliding myself in between her legs.

“Uh-huh,” she said in her cute and tired voice. I didn’t say anything else, but I started to suck and bite her nipples again, my fingers still playing with her clit. Her juices were gushing all over my hand as she shifted her hips up, her legs twitching with each flick.

“Let’s see if we can make this little dream of yours come true,” I said sliding my manhood into her awaiting love tunnel.

“Ha-AAAAAAH!” she moaned while her nails dug into my arms. I took it slow, knowing she might be a little sore after her earlier pounding. Her pussy sang to me as I took my hard shaft and continued to press buttons she had just been dreaming about being pressed. She was tired, but it wasn’t going to stop her from enjoying herself. Her moans were so loud in the middle of the night that I had even contemplated giving her a pillow knowing how she gets worried about how loud she gets and not wanting to wake up the little one. But not this time, I was just going to let her enjoy every inch I had to give her as she wrapped her legs around mine.

It wasn’t long before she was thrusting her hips into mine, coming off the bed as she climaxed. She reached and grabbed my hips and pressed me in closer holding me deep inside of her as her pussy twitched and contracted around my soaking wet cock.

“Ah, ah, aaah aaah!” she screamed. Her echoes bounced off the walls for several seconds, and I began to feel the twitch in the head of my penis. Her moans and cries of pleasure always make it hard to control myself to give her a longer experience and when she’s into it my body quakes with each moan.

She brought her hips down right before I lost it and I waited a couple of seconds as she let me go and continued to breath so heavily she nearly drowned out the fan. I chuckled and she smiled as she looked up at me.

“What?” she gasped while she tried to catch her breath.

“Nothing,” I laughed as I started to move my hips again. “You’re just so beautiful,” I said.

“I—love—you,” she said through each thrust, one of my favorite things she does while making love. Not able to say it all at once she goes with the motion of my thrust, sometimes, faster, sometimes slower. Either way it’s hot, it’s cute, it’s sexy, and awesome all at the same time.

“I love you too,” I said. Never having a problem saying it back.

“Ooooh, yes baby, don’t stop, don’t stop!” she cried out loud grabbing hold of the pillows above her. I kept sliding in and out in a steady beat, giving all the love in the world to her. Before long I felt my penis twitch as my seed began to fill up once again. I started going a little bit faster so she knew that I was about cum.

“Aah, haaaaa,” she cried louder as her pussy began to contract around me again.

“Ggh, haaaaaah!” I moaned as I did one last thrust deep inside of her. As the head of my cock twitched shooting every last drop into her, she screamed lifting her hips and us off the bed again as her pussy tightened around my girth one last time holding me deep within as she took all I had to give her.

We came back down once our climaxes were done breathing hard and I noticed my hand was in hers still holding on tight as our bodies twitched together.

“Now was that better than your dream,” I asked.

“A lot better,” she cooed before pulling me down for a kiss.

 

As I’ve said before, Wifey has a terrible memory when she’s tired. So the next day she asked me why I suddenly woke her up to make love in the middle of the night. Laughing for about a minute or two I finally calmed down enough to tell her.

It was definitely great to be home.

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11 replies
  1. cameron says:

    Oh that is a hot story. I will have a dream of Jake fingering me and then I wake up to see that he really is doing it lol. I do however remember what we did though because the next morning I am very sore.

    Take care and keep righting. 😉

  2. CMLove says:

    Beautiful story! My hubby comforts me in his sleep too! Hahaha! Must be a guy’s super power he gets from God the day he gets married! may God continue to bless your marriage and your career!

    • Upcomingauthor says:

      Thank you 🙂
      And yeah I guess it’s a gift men get when they get married. I still think it’s a creepy I’ll full on have conversations with her, but as long as it comforts her 🙂

  3. Lovinghusband says:

    You are such a good writer – it fits your MH name well! What an awesome situation you had – with her saying your name while she was dreaming! That is almost a dream itself! I enjoy your stories. God bless you two! LH

    • Upcomingauthor says:

      Coming from you, that’s a huge compliment and I appreciate that! I love reading what you post as well so it’s good to see it goes both ways 🙂
      Glad you liked the story 🙂
      Thanks for reading 😀

  4. Alicia G. M. says:

    Really hot story! Thank you. I’ve had some pretty hot dreams that had me wet when I awoke , but never actually came while having one ( I don’t think ). I generally masturbated to one once I awakened however. Kinda feel like masturbating now. Lol. Thanks again!

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