Early morning wake up text from Best Friend – she had had a dream about me! That bizarre since it’s usually me having dreams involving her…
In her dream, I was getting married (present day) to someone and she was in the wedding party. Apparently I got cold feet the morning of the wedding and made Best Friend tell the bride that I had a girlfriend and wasn’t getting married. Apparently I leaned on BF so much that she had to tell my family as well. They were very upset at her – the messenger – and also at me for having a girlfriend.
That was kind of funny.
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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.
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So while waking up, I am having a dream where we are in our room – only it’s not our room. The bed was different and had different sheets. I had two – that seemed important in the dream – pillows that were shiny and golden covered underneath your hips and I was going at you from behind. I woke up and looked over at you. You didn’t look like were in the mood for anything.
Throwing caution to the wind, I moved in closer and started touching you. You sort of woke up. You said that you were having a dream about a white truck. I told you my dream and joked that they both rhymed [truck rhymes with fuck]! You almost woke up for that laugh.
You allowed me access to take your jammies off and were sort of reciprocal – in a sleepy kind of way – to get me out of my shorts.
Sleepy sex is not one of my favorites as it just doesn’t get to that level of closeness that I would like. It’s very one-sided feeling – but in my current state of things I’ll take what I can get!
I’m pretty much doing all the kissing and caressing while you just lay there. Again, it’s not doing much for me. I figure that I’ll take it up a couple notches and relive the dream sequence. I got to you roll over, sans pillows but in my mind it started pushing me over the edge. Your lack of moistness was almost painful and I needed to release and get it over with. That occurred. All over in about ten minutes – but it was SOMETHING.
While we lay there afterwards, you kept falling asleep – nothing wrong with that. I kept touching you – rubbing your shoulders, down your back, rubbing your butt, moving my feet over your legs. You didn’t like that.
My parting shot was that I was taking advantage of being able to touch you. That woke you up. You asked what that was supposed to mean. I explained that you hadn’t let me touch you in over two weeks. One night you allowed me to hold your hand. You looked at me with that crazy look and replied – that I have been cranky.
As if that would be a good enough reason to not let me touch you? Whatever.
I still wonder what the meaning was of the two golden pillows?
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Whoa.
Last night or this morning – I’m not quite sure when – I had a dream where I was in bed and my wife was in her ‘normal’ spot to my right. It varied from being light outside to being dark and that confused me a bit more. I felt someone get into the bed on my left side. I assumed it was a kid as that’s not that out-of-the-ordinary.
You know that feeling that you can judge the size of the person getting in bed by the way the mattress compresses? Well, this was an adult getting in bed.
In my laziness, I sort of looked and it was Best Friend!
The fact that she was in bed was not surprising enough for me to notice – kind of like it was normal.
In my dream, I stayed ‘asleep’ but kept trying to get the dream to get more involved. I would picture the two of them kissing, caressing, eachother.
I need to get this part out in the open – I have never had a sexual dream involving Best Friend. Yes, last year I got a hard on while hugging her goodbye once at lunch. Yes, we long to have someone hold us since we don’t get that from our spouses and we have thought of ways to have a cuddle session but again – not sexual. I don’t know why multiple partners hasn’t ever been on my lists of things to do. I think it’s partly because I tend to think things through a bit too much.
Two Guys/One Girl – The thought of watching some other guy fuck my wife is not a turn on. I can’t think of any reason to watch this happen. I would be pissed off – no matter how much she may enjoy it. If there were something that someone else could do for her that I was physically unable to do for her… maybe – but I cannot think of an instance. Watching her flirt with someone or watching her in a crowd setting – like dancing – is a bit different in that I always knew that she was going home with me. Sex though – don’t see it. The bi-guy thing isn’t going to work with me either. I have gone on record in the past that given the situation where you didn’t know who was sucking your dick – a blowjob from a guy would be no different from a blowjob from a girl. I have never been in that situation but I’m just saying that if it were dark and somebody just started sucking my dick – I would not think ‘hey, this tongue seems more masculine’. Me sucking someone’s dick – not going to happen – ever. Some guy fucking me – never going to happen.
Two Girls/One Guy – I think that guys are brought up thinking that this would be the coolest thing. I always think that the guy is the ‘third wheel’ in this situation. It’s almost physically impossible to pay attention to both girls at the same time and at that point that you do cum, you have almost lost your usefulness to the party. I’m not saying its not possible – I just don’t think it’s very realistic. Having two girls pleasure me – that would be nice but again, not very realistic. I have to concentrate so hard on NOT cumming that there is not way that I could handle that kind of dual stimulation. Is what I’m getting at is that it would be a quick release and then I’m pretty much just another pair of hands and mouth for a bit. If the two girls were bi-curious it could be a bit more exciting but again I would have to ask what that other girl could offer to my wife that I couldn’t offer? Is it arousing to watch two girls go down on eachother or just to see a really passionate kiss? Hell yes! Is it still arousing if one of those girls is your wife? Sadly, not as much for me.
Deep down I think those who are able to enjoy sex with multiple partners have to have a very strong relationship and communication. To be able to wash away the fear that your partner would enjoy someone else more than you or even to the point of leaving you for someone different because of something that was done during a session is pretty amazing. Those who do enjoy it that write blogs seem very confidant with eachother or are so young in the relationship that it doesn’t mean much if the relationship soured.
Anyway, back to my dream. So I’m in my bed with my wife and my best friend. They are in jammies and I’m in my underwear. Still dreaming, I try to picture them together and try to imagine them kisssing, undressing, and more. The dream never goes anywhere.
The whole dream was just the three of us in bed. Nothing more. Best friend cuddled up next to me and wife didn’t seem to mind at all.
I woke up happy that I was touched but a bit weirded out by the whole crazy dream.
I had left a message with Best Friend about my dream. Actually, she was scared because I left her a message about what we had ‘done’. She thought that it was something that we were being accused of.
When I told her about it she laughed. The strange thing is that I described her jammie bottoms perfectly. That was a bit weird. She wasn’t sure about the top thing, but seemed pretty weirded out about the other description.
While we were laughing about all of this – I had the realization that we probably would never have our cuddle party.
It could never be at one of our houses as the risk of being caught would be too great. Not only just being caught – but explaining the simplicity of the intent of our meeting. Imagine explaining to someone else that you were just holding each other. Not very likely.
Meeting at a hotel shares a similar risk. In the albeit unlikely chance of being caught – you can’t explain it. Say that one of our spouses friends worked at the hotel or was having a liaison themselves. It cannot be explained. Any logical person would expect the worst and we both agreed that we would probably expect the worst if we found our spouse in the same predicament.
BUT… we also agreed that anyone who really knew us could accept our wants and needs. The problem is that the ones we are married to are not exactly the ones who really know us. That’s just sad.
I really don’t see us ever successfully cuddling. It’s a great thought – but not very realistic.
Last night or this morning I had a dream.
Best Friend and I figured out a place to have our cuddle party. For those who are keeping track – we both long to be just have human contact – nothing sexual. Our goal is to just lay down on a sofa and watch a movie and to be held.
In my dream, BF came over to the house in the morning after she took her kids to work and we just watched a movie. In the dream, it was my house – but it wasn’t really a room in my house. This one was more modern, with a sort of grey, larger than normal couch. There was room for us to both lay down next to eachother with plenty of extra room. Nothing like anything I have.
I was wearing some thin cotton pajama bottoms and a soft cotton, long sleeve shirt. The colors I was wearing would change – light bottoms, dark top – some things I recognized from my closet – some not. She was wearing plaid cotton pajama bottoms – they were white with light blue and dark blue plaid/stripe patterns on them. Her top was a white – camisole-ish – top with thin straps. It had a sport-type bra in it so she wasn’t like hanging out of it or anything. It wasn’t sexy in a lingerie-y way.
We just laid together and watched a movie. We kind of spooned and we would swap positions during the movie with me in front of her and her in front. In the dream, I had a raging hard-on. She noticed it but didn’t do anything to cause notice. In real life, I would probably have a hard on. It was kind of like she knew it was there but didn’t care. I was the same way – kind of like, sorry but I can’t do anything about this. It never was a problem – something that we both admit probably helps us. We’ve already had sex – albeit twenty years ago so there’s no wondering what ‘if’. We just watched the movie, she went back home and I went to work. Nothing more. Very nice.
When I did really wake up – it was one of those things where you don’t know what’s a dream and what’s not. I couldn’t help to think that maybe we HAD scheduled something. Then I found myself thinking that maybe it could happen in our house. Your mind races at moments like this and it was a mix of excitedness and scariness as to what I was thinking.
My reality came crashing down when my wife came home with a sick child. Boy. That could have been awkward had we been cuddling!
When I crawled into bed last night – my wife was ‘active’ in her sleep. Her breathing was quick, she was tossing and turning, moaning – something was up. Being the male, I immediately figure that sex was imminent so I spend almost an hour trying to see if it was in the cards. I tried moving closer to her, brushing up against her legs, her tummy. Nothing. I tried rubbing her hands, nothing. When I put my hand on the small of her back – she completely stopped everything. Not necessarily a good thing in my case. I waited another 15 minutes to see if she started up. Nothing. My loss.
But my dreams! Whoa. In my dreams we were making love somewhere – but it was really fun. Needless to say, I did not sleep very well.
I called her this morning to see what her dreams were about and she was being ‘chased’ and was very frightened. Stupid male hormones and their poor guessing abilities!
