Last month I caught a yucky cold that had me coughing and sniffling 24/7. To get some sleep, my husband Tom banished himself to our guest bedroom. I slept alone in our bed for almost a week.
Then Tom caught it, and I nursed both him and me for another week. It seemed like all we did was blow our noses, work when we could, and sleep.
After two weeks of forced physical abstinence, we were craving some together time. The first day we felt human again was a Saturday. We flirted and teased each other all day, in anticipation of a welcome physical reunion.
But by the end of the day, the cold had again taken its toll. We retreated to separate bedrooms for some needed sleep.
That night, I had a very odd dream. I was back in college but had forgotten my dorm room. I found what looked like my room and climbed into my bed. Then I realized someone was asleep next to me. Instead of freaking out, I slowly pulled the covers back to reveal a much younger man. He was completely naked and sound asleep.
I remember thinking, “I’m in the wrong room!” But I was naked and couldn’t bring myself to leave. Instead, I wrapped up in the blanket and turned over and tried to go to sleep. Then he was kissing and nuzzling the back of my neck. His arm was over me, fondling my breasts. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass, and I felt myself return the rhythm of his motions. His cock entered me. He gently made love to me from behind but never actually woke up. (This happens to be one of my recurring fantasies – sleep sex!) I woke up feeling slightly guilty. I was yearning for my husband’s touch.
I brushed my teeth and washed the sleep out of my eyes. Then, I put on my robe and slippers and crept into Tom’s room. He was sound asleep.
I slid out of my robe and crawled into bed next to him. After a few minutes, I pressed my ass into him. Then I pulled his arm over me and put his hand on my boobs.
That did the trick. He woke up.
“Hey babe, how are you feeling?” he asked sleepily.
“Better. Tom, I had a very sexy dream.”
“It wasn’t about you,” I confessed.
“Are you mad?” I asked sheepishly.
“Because I have sex dreams about other women all the time.”
“What do they do?”
“They crawl in bed with me and wake me up.” He smiled, eyes still closed.
“What do you do?”
“I tell them to go back to sleep.”
“No, you don’t. You’re a man. You fuck her brains out.”
“Usually by the time I realize it, she has turned into Queen Elizabeth.”
This made me laugh.
“Tommy, I need you to fuck me for real, right now.”
“Your wish is my command, my Queen.”
I pulled my nightgown up and revealed my naked middle-aged ass to him.
“Does my ass still turn you on?”
He proceeded to prove it. Because of Tom’s size, sex from behind can be a little uncomfortable. But because I was still very turned on by the dream, he easily slid inside me.
He gently pushed me away so that the only parts of us that were touching were his lap and my ass, his cock and my pussy. I could feel every inch of it.
Tom kept stroking in and out. He put his hands on my shoulders and began giving me a massage while he was fucking me from behind. My hands were squeezing my boobs. Then I moved my fingers to my clit and the other hand to his hip. This way, I could urge him to pump me harder and faster.
Soon we were both cumming. I looked over my shoulder and into his face to watch him cum. His eyes were closed. The look of pleasure on his face was beautiful.
He finished strong, with a loud groan. Within a few minutes, I could feel his cum dribbling out of my pussy. I love lying very still after sex and feeling Tom’s cum dripping out of me.
We fell back asleep. When we woke again, we spent the rest of the morning in bed reading, drinking hot tea, and napping.
Sex is therapeutic. Better than chicken soup!
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