I love taking a nap with a toy or two inside my holes, usually after edging myself for a while to get things going. It gives me the naughtiest dreams, which my husband, “Ryan,” enjoys hearing about when he wakes me up (and re-enacting when possible).
Occasionally, if he doesn’t have a day full of meetings to attend, he’ll gently remove one of the toys while I’m still asleep and fuck me awake. This is my favorite, since it intensifies the dream before I fully wake up and gives me the best orgasms.
This is, obviously, fully consensual and something we’ve talked about extensively before trying. All I have to do to signal that I’m not up for it is say something before I go to sleep or wear underwear/pj bottoms for my nap. Basically: if my bottom half is accessible, then I’m open to having sex – those are my terms regardless of whether or not I’m awake. I’ve mostly been wearing robes and nightgowns during quarantine. ;)
Today, before my naptime I took an edible (they’re legal here) because they make me even hornier and also super sleepy. Once I felt it start to take effect, I let my Ryan know I was going to take my nap. He smiled and said he’d wake me up after his next meeting was over, as usual.
I got myself ready and decided to insert my purple jeweled butt plug and use my purple dildo in my pussy (I like to match, sometimes). I opened up Reddit and browsed through the stories while playing with myself. I could feel an orgasm building, so I set my phone down and focused on my clit while using my other hand to pinch and twist my hardened nipples. After pumping my dildo back inside of me and feeling it rub against the butt plug, I was getting too close to going over the edge. Thanks to the edible, it was easier than usual to ease off from the play and settle in to sleep.
The dream started quickly. I was back in college, working with an instructor who I found insanely attractive. We were in his office, and I was helping grade tests as his TA. I kept having to ask obvious questions, because my brain was overwhelmed by lust, and he was getting frustrated with me. Soon, he had me come to his desk, where he had a text book open. He told me to place my forearms on his desk on either side of the textbook – forcing me to bend over in front of him. My breasts almost fell out of the deep-v neck dress I was wearing, and he noticed. I felt the cool air on my ass and wondered if I would get in more trouble for not having worn underwear with such a short dress.
He indicated a paragraph on the page that I should start reading. As I read, he stood up and walked around the desk so he was behind me. He could definitely see my bare ass. Suddenly, I felt a hard smack land on my right cheek.
“If you’d brushed up on the material as I’d asked, you’d recognize that you just read the answer to number 11, Miss Ghost,” He quietly reprimanded, “Please continue.”
I could feel him rubbing and grabbing my bottom while I struggled to read on. When I mispronounced a word, a slap came down on my left cheek, followed by a gentle rub and a hard pinch. I corrected myself before another slap could land or an admonishment could be uttered.
“Good girl, catch your own mistakes and you’ll be rewarded.” The sound of a belt being tossed aside clattered behind me and I heard a zipper being pulled down. Wetness started to drip down my thighs in anticipation.
I knew I was coming up on the answer to the next question I’d been having trouble with, and intentionally read it out loud without noting it – as though I still had not made the connection. CRACK! Something hard and wooden connected with my bottom.
“AAAAHH… that was, mmmh, I just read the answer to number 13,” I restated the answer in my own words and felt a hard cock push forcefully into my dripping wet pussy.
“Very good girl, Miss Ghost. Very good. Continue.”
The words swirled around the page as my hot professor pumped into me, pushing me harder into the desk. Soon, my face was pressed into the book and the possibility of reading was gone completely. As he pumped in and out of me, he started spanking me relentlessly. The sensations were overwhelming and I came, tears streaming down my face and wetting the pages.
After my orgasm subsided, the professor reached down with his hand to feel my wetness. His thrusts continued uninterrupted, but he managed to lube up his fingers enough to start inserting them into my puckered asshole, one by one. The sensations of having both holes fucked sent me immediately into another orgasm.
Somehow, I was flipped roughly onto my back, the professor hastily reinserting himself between my legs. He was kissing my face tenderly. Then, groping my breasts and biting my nipples just hard enough to send shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. I gradually opened my eyes to find my husband on top of me, bouncing me into our mattress and exploring my body.
When he noticed I was awake, Ryan smiled and told me he loved me. This is his way of checking to see if he can go further, so I tell him I love him back with a big smile. I tried to wrap my arms around his neck, but he quickly pins my hands above my head and holds them there with one hand. With his other, he slaps my breasts before roughly groping them.
“Who were you fucking before I woke you up, hmm?” He asked me with a smirk.
I started retelling the dream I’d just woken from, while getting fucked hard and fast by my husband. I told him about the professor I’d had a crush on (who Ryan had met when we first started dating), and he moaned loudly. When I described being told to bend myself over the desk and the instructor entering me, I was getting close all over again. My husband’s rhythm started getting rougher.
When I told him that I’d made the mistake on purpose to get a slap… and then corrected myself in hopes that my reward would be a good fucking, Ryan thrust all the way into me and released my hands so he could reach under me to press my butt plug in deeper. I came as he started short erratic thrusts to push his semen into me as deep as it could go. The assault on my cervix was excruciatingly wonderful as I ground back on him to ride out my own waves of pleasure.
As we laid down together, he asked me why I hadn’t ever asked to have an actual experience with that professor. I laughed, because I knew Ryan would’ve encouraged me to try, but also because (ethics and professional risk aside) that professor was married to another equally gorgeous man. I simply wasn’t his type! My husband would have had a better shot getting a threesome with them. He kissed my cheek and held my body tight against his own as he laughed with me. I felt him start to harden again.
“I’ve got time for round two if you’re up for it? We’re going to need to remove this plug, though, if that’s ok.” I happily jumped up to go take my purple gem out from between my cheeks so I could see what he had in mind!
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/llrvk7/fm_wet_dreams_sleepy_sex
Great writing!
oh my! love the details