My breath was ragged in my throat, manifesting in grunts of almost-pleasure at the ghosts of her memory, burned into my blanketed vision like a branding. I felt a hint of anxiety beneath these images because I was mildly aware of the woman lying aside me — the one I vowed my life and love to, the one I promised to never betray. And somehow in my unawakened state, I couldn’t distinguish the volume of my sinful thoughts. In this dream, I was afraid my wife could hear, understand, sense what I desired and that it wasn’t her…
But that’s what made the dream of my workday so enthralling. Vivienne manifested herself in my psyche and my physical body responded involuntarily. My cock was throbbing under our bed sheets, twitching against the restrains of my boxer briefs. Instinctively, my hand gravitated south to firmly cup around my swollen balls and squeeze them teasingly, my mind glued to the thought of Viv’s breathtaking, angular face. Her deep maroon lips tugged upward to reveal those perfect white teeth, a squint in her doe-like eyes as the memory of her sultry, invigorating laugh rolled through me. My cock was so hard it was painful but I wanted to hold onto this fantasy, because God knows it was the closest I was going to come to experiencing the real thing.
Viv always dressed so modestly at work, but not in this dream. Her blouse was snug to her chest, slightly see through and unable to contain her perky tits. Her nipples were puckered through the fabric, v-neck opened and low so that they were almost visible to me, almost spilling out for me.
“Hello, Hayden,” she greeted in that gentle, sultry voice of hers. Her eyes were hooded in her gaze towards me and her plump lip caught between those perfect teeth. A blush bloomed on her vibrant cheekbones. I was breathing heavily now, but Sarah was rustling beside me, distracting me from this mirage of my employee. I felt Sarah arch her ass into my hard cock, and although it was much flatter than Vivienne’s, I ground into it with my thoughts yanking towards just that — of course I’d glanced at Viv’s ass a few times too many. How could I not? She was athletic and had a tiny waist and a huge, full, toned ass. Her curves were something Sarah would envy to her core if she knew that she was the star of this mental show. I imagined Viv walking away from me, her round ass jiggling a little with every step. How could such a petite woman have such a beautiful figure? I dragged the pad of my thumb up and down my solid, pulsating shaft, the head of my cock hot.
I imagined her tight blouse popping open, the buttons splaying everywhere as those big, perky tits fell out, those tiny nipples hard with arousal for me…
Firmly, I grabbed onto Sarah’s waist and ground heavily into her, leaking precum into my boxers.
I imagined Vivienne’s smile, those big dark eyes peering up at me innocently, before she wrapped her hand around the base of my rock hard cock. My eyebrows furrowed while I tried to hold onto the thought of what I wanted next, tried not to lose myself in this demanding arousal.
Vivienne’s gaze traveled back down to what she held in her hand, her deep tan skin in maddening contrast to my paler complexion. “Put your mouth on it,” I whispered to my dream. And she leaned forward, mouth open and pink tongue plump and dripping with saliva… so close to enveloping the red, thick head of my cock… her tongue pressed sensually forward and…
“Hayden. Wake up.”
It was Sarah’s voice.
“Why can’t you ever just let me fucking sleep?” she said, an air of irritation in her voice. “How do you still get as hard as you did when you were 20?”
My eyes snapped open and an immediate “huh?” rolled off my tongue in a mumble. My gaze Drew downward. I was laying on my back now, and my cock was stiff under the sheets, up straight and erect. “Huh? Oh, I uh…” but I didn’t know what to say. There was no way in hell I would ever tell her that a wet dream of my 20 year old employee got me this hard.
My cock was really aching now, desperate to release. But my mind wanted to wander back to Vivienne. Sarah’s voice yanked me back to reality again. “I have to get ready for work.” She rolled out of the bed, rolling her eyes too and walked out of the room.
I sighed heavily. She wasn’t Vivienne, but she still would have been sufficient. And now through my arousal I felt angry.
“Bitch,” I grunted and wrapped my fingers firmly around my cock.
I closed my eyes again and imagined Viv’s smile again. Tugging forcefully, I imagined cumming all over her pretty face, and the hot liquid shot out in ropes from my hard cock. I panted, only pumping harder and more aggressively as my cock contracted, spewing globs of white all over our sheets.
And now I had to go to work too, and pretend like I didn’t just jack off to the thought of my 20 year old employee’s smile.
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