It happened again this weekend. For context you can read my previous posts. Another dream. Another case of waking up hard as rock, a very extreme case of morning glory. One that felt different than normal. Like the tip was pulsating, like extra veins had sprouted overnight and half the blood in my body was currently in my cock. One that I’d only experienced a handful of times before. My wife noticed when she woke. I had her hand on it a few seconds later. She stroked it like the great wife that she is. Then life got in the way. An unplanned interruption. Leaving me alone in the room.
I started to remember who I was dreaming about before her hand was on my cock. Who I was dreaming about again. I’d not seen a lot of that sister over the last few weeks. I’d spent the last week travelling again from work. I’d only seen her twice, the day before the dream, and a day when she was on the way to the gym. She was at home and we had something to drop off, she was in a cropped sports bra and gym leggings. Very form fitting. My subconscious inspiration for this dream. I could make out the subtle traces of her nipples, those little dents in the fabric.
On Friday, we were alone for no more than a few minutes, within a group of people. Both agreeing it was the perfect time to open a bottle of wine, before we were joined by others I thought I might toast to “good girls”, if we were still alone, but I’d be nowhere near brave enough.
The dream was in two parts, the location hazy but it seems like some rented villa. The precursor to the main event. She walked into a room with me alone, in a pair of tight purple panties. They hugged her figure perfectly, or what my brain projected her to look like. Then over her toned stomach to an ample amount of underboob in some cotton T-shirt. Her movement allowed the nipples to be exposed as she walked. Until it disappeared and moulded into the second show.
I’d dreamt about her previously as well. The time I mentioned previously, and an awkward blowjob in a car, but the memory of that was faded when I woke, and I didn’t feel I could justify it with a post.
Part 2 began with us now alone, together. I’m not sure why, but we were along a beach path, with large walls, an amalgamation of places I’d been. She was in shorts and a tight sports bra again, one that showed off every curve.
I remember telling her those perk breasts looked perfect. The nipples now exposed. Her body damp, maybe from the water. The material had become transparent. We teased each other, knowing we were about to cross a line, each of us taking turns to pull away. Aware of the implications of this. How wrong it was.
Then I was balls deep in her. My hand reached around her body, relentlessly fucking her as she was bent over the large wall. Then it ended. Like my mind shut it down.
I know nothing will ever happen between us. Nor would I want to. I won’t try anything. I’m very lucky with what I have with my wife. I just need some way to channel this. but a man can dream.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sx0oq1/another_vivid_dream_about_my_sister_in_law