Watching My Wife, Watch The Boy Next Door (PT4) [MMF][Cuckold] [WifeShare]

[Pt1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8elejh/watching_my_wife_watch_the_boy_next_door/)

[Pt2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8enztv/watching_my_wife_watch_the_boy_next_door_pt2/)

[Pt3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8eujtc/watching_my_wife_watch_the_boy_next_door_pt3/)

Dreams

What is it about dreams? They never make sense when you sit and think about them but as you are having them, basic logic and physics all seem to disappear. You don’t know why you do things or how things happen…….They just do. And you will go on about your dream like all is a norm. Dreams never seem to follow the basic rules of time either. One moment you may be here….the next you will be here with just a thought, rather than going through the whole process of getting there.

*We were in our room. I knew it was our room. But it didn’t look like our room. Everything was white. The sheets. The walls. The carpet. Light seemed to be pouring in from nowhere at all, illuminated the room as though there were spotlights everywhere. And we……..well we were tangled up in each other. I kissed my wife’s lips, I squeezed her tit. We rolled around in the oversized bed, never once getting close to the edge.*

*It was perfect.*

*But then all of the sudden, I was on the chair next to the bed. I was watching him from behind as his muscular ass flexed and relaxed. I could see her legs spread out around him. Her toes curling between each pump. His pumps were intense…… strong. He grunted with each pump, then all of the sudden tensed up and shot his head back. He was cumming in her. I looked down at my own naked body. My cock was laying in a drizzle of my own seed that seemed to pour out all over the cushion of the seat I was in.*

*How pathetic.*

*When I looked back up, I was no longer in the seat but rather at the edge of the bed. She was on her belly with eyes clamped shut, moaning and crying out directly in front of my face, while he feverishly pulled and pushed into her. I couldn’t see it….but somehow I knew……he was in her ass. I pushed my face forward into hers and our mouths met. I could taste the cock on her tongue. That taste of man. When I pulled back, all of the sudden my mouth was filled with semen. It trickle down out of my mouth and onto my chin. I didn’t know what to do with it. Then I opened my eyes.*

*He was hunched over her in the missionary position and my cock was now crammed into his tight ass. I could see my wife’s arms around his neck as I gripped his hips. But then all of the sudden……It was me. I was the one down on all fours while he squeezed my hips. It felt so real. I even felt my own heavy cock swinging and dangling between my legs. I looked up and there was my wife. Her legs spread out before me, and there…….in her hairy bush, the white glob of his seed trickling down into the crack of her ass while she casual smoked a cigarette.*

*She never said a word.*

*She just looked down on me in my humbled position, the took a drag of her cigarette and raised one eyebrow. My hungry mouth opened wide and I buried my face into her cum filled cunt.*

My cock exploded all over the sheets, under my weight causing my eyes to jolt open. It throbbed and pulsated over and over before I even knew where I was. My whole body was tense as I tried to catch my breath and get a hold of myself. I was still shaking by the time my senses came to me.

I was in bed……..My real bed.

My wife laid there next to me with her back to me, still unaware that I had just had a wet dream. I can’t even remember the last wet dream I had. Perhaps all this weeks excitement building up to today had caused it.

“That had to be it” I thought looking at the clock and realizing that today was the day Matt was coming over while I was gone. I peered over at my sleeping wife wearing her black lace panties with the wife beater on over it. I always liked her in that top. I loved the way it hugged her tits, while her nipples stood erect against it and how it let her soft muffin top peek out the bottom. There was something about that soft skin that just ached to be squeezed.

I crept out of the bed, and tried to towel up the mess I had made, before she woke. But no sooner than my feet hit the floor the bed groaned out and I watched in embarrassment as Crystals eyes cracked open and she rolled over to see me.

I had to confess.

“I came in bed” I whispered for some weird reason.

Her eyes squinted and I watched her face grimace in disgust as she rolled back over and went back to sleep.

She didn’t have to say it……but I knew what she was thinking. “Pathetic”

That look of disgust carried on with me all the way to work as I replayed the events of my dream in my head. My wife didn’t even smoke but there was something about the way she took that long slow drag that just made me quiver. I have had sex dreams before. But even at that……..this was…….different. Never had I dreamt of someone else with my wife………and never have I have had dreams about another man, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about him. The way he looked plowing her. The way his young chiseled body flexed and pulsated in places I didn’t even have, and of course……they way he felt against me…….and the way he felt…….inside of me.

The day seemed to tick by. I couldn’t concentrate on work. My imagination was running wild. I kept imagining him and her. First she was down on her knees in my kitchen. Then she was sitting in his lap in my living room. Then he had her pressed against my window in my bedroom, like I had her just a few weeks ago.

My cock was practically dripping all day in my slacks.

At lunch I texted my wife.

*hey wut r u wearin*

I hoped she had forgotten about the cum stained sheets

*hey perv*

She had not.

*Still n my tank & panties*

*U might want 2 put on some shorts. Matt is comin over.*

*Unless U want him 2 c u like that?*

I MAY have forgotten to mention to her that he was coming over. I was actually wanting it to be a surprise. She didn’t answer back for a while. I was hoping she would be excited. But when she did, I coudln’t answer quick enough.

*He just got here*

*How does this look?*

The text was was accompanied with a pic of her from shoulders down. Her long thick legs dawned a pair of floral short shorts. And her top was a light yellow tank. I could tell she didn’t put a bra on.Her nipples were just BARELY visible behind the thin material. And they were just begging to be sucked.

I felt my cock stiffen at her attire. I quickly text back my reply.

*r u goin to put on a bra*

Part of me wanted her to say ‘Yes’ but another part of me………well ….it wanted Matt to see her like that. It wanted Matt to want her.

She didn’t answer back which only fueled my fire even more.

When 5 o’clock hit, I was already out the door headed home, trying to avoid anyone wanting to make small talk.

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