Frustrated at Forty

After what has been yet another ‘dry spell’, I had the craziest of dreams last night.
Best Friend has been going through a hell I don’t wish upon anyone. She has some big, life-changing decisions to make and she hasn’t been communicating lately. I worry a bit, but this is how she deals with things.
She had mentioned something about her getting in trouble for sending a text to an old boyfriend. I know his name and I’ve seen a picture of him. He is recently divorced and I think that most guys that get divorced go through their old ‘black book’ and see what everyone’s doing. Maybe it’s a transition or maybe it’s just that it’s easier to go back to somewhere you’ve been rather than starting over. Whatever.
Best Friend and I have been trying to plan a day where we can just hang out together and hold each other. It really has not ever been sexual other than neither of us gets that touchy-closeness from our respective spouses. Times have never matched up for us to successfully pull it off, maybe for the better.
Anyway. In this dream we plan an early evening of watching a movie at some place. In the dream it sort of was like a nice hotel. It wasn’t my house or any place that I had recognized. I was there, she came over. She went to change into some sweats/pajamas and I was already in the same. We had some DVD movies to watch and had put something in. We had settled on a big couch – although it was deeper than normal.
We cuddled up together, she was behind me and I was in front. She was commenting on how good this felt and we both were saying how much our spouses miss out on this. The next thing I know, this friend of hers is on the other side of her, spooning her from that side. Strangely, it was if it were all planned. Neither of us seemed surprised by his addition. He started rubbing her through her pajamas; her hips, her back, and around to her chest. He was kissing the back of her neck. Watching the movie was pretty much difficult as the two of them were really getting into each other.
I moved a bit out of the way and they were stripping down. I was amazed at how pretty she looked and shared a combination happiness feeling for her that she was getting what she has wanted and an aroused feeling of watching what was going to be happening in front of me. They were taking turns orally – she sucking on him and his licking her. The sounds that they were making were putting me over the edge.
He had turned her around so that he was mounting her from behind and she was facing towards me. My erection was quite noticeable and Best Friend reached over and started rubbing my penis through my pants. It was awkward, but seemed right for some reason. Her friend stopped and she flipped over on her back, her legs were off the side of the couch and he stepped in between her legs and started again. She was lying there – very happy – and I moved over and started kissing her breasts. She was startled at first, but soon started really getting into the whole thing.
The thing that I remember most was the sheer look of joy on her face. It was like she had been waiting forever to be the center of attention – a bizarre, content, happy look. Her friend stopped thrusting and went down on her. The combination of his mouth on her pussy and my mouth on her nipples and breasts resulted in her screaming – a lot! Her happy expression was something that I had not seen on her in many, many years.
There was a knock on the door that interrupted everything – they ran off to the bedroom and I opened the door. It was a manager-type person asking if everything was okay. I assured them it was probably the TV and shut the door after they looked around me. I went into the bedroom.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed leaning back on his arms – her face was busy in his lap. She was enjoying his cock and I was still a bit uneasy about the whole situation. She moved up into the bed and he laid down behind her. She asked me to come closer and I faced her. The next hour or so was a blur of both she and I kissing, fondling, touching, tweaking, – her in the middle of us. I never saw him – she always faced me. Again, the look on her face was priceless.
I don’t remember that I ever penetrated her. We touched, kissed, played with each other’s hair. But I don’t remember it going any further for us.
She had come a few times in the front room and several more times in the bed. When her friend could do no more, he collected his clothes and kissed her good-bye. He and I never said a word to the other during the whole thing.
After he left, she and I took a bath together and rinsed off in the shower. We got back into our pajamas and went back to the sofa.
We assumed the original position and started the movie again – almost as if it was all planned that way.
I woke up with the hardest erection I have had in the longest time. I had this strange feeling like I had done something I shouldn’t have. Great. Guilt from my dreams…
I had my first dream involving Best Friend in February – post here. I don’t know if this is a healthy thing or not a good thing.  This dream had a bit more involvement but still no fucking involving the two of us.