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Her Dream Cum True
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When I was in my third semester of college, Jodi Peterson (the lovely girl who
would one day become my wife) went down on me in my tiny off campus apartment.
You might not think that's such a big deal, and if I went no further with the
details I might be inclined to agree with you. But here's the kicker: She didn't
go down alone.

Jodi and I were two years into a pretty steady thing when she surprised me with
a little erotic treat, and to this day I still can't believe she did it. Carrie
wasn't one of her best girlfriends, (maybe that was why she chose her, I don't
know), but that was who she brought out of the bedroom to greet me when I came
home from my late hour psyche class, dragging my feet and exhausted from exams.

There was no mistaking what the deal was, not with the both of them standing
there in their bra and panties like some kind of wet dream made real. Let me
tell you, I sure as hell woke up in a hurry.

I swear to God I thought it was some kind of masterful trick-a fiendish test on
Jodi's part to gauge my loyalty and love for her. And I did love her...only,
when she got down on her knees, pulled my prick out of my pants and promptly
handed it right into Carrie's eager mouth, there was very little concern left on
my part that this was some cruel prank.

I must say that it was phenomenal what happened that night. Carrie wasn't as
orally skilled as Jodi was, but what she lacked in over all technique she more
than made up for with urgent, hungry eagerness.

I never got to actually fuck Carrie, though I didn't really complain. Sharing my
cock with another girl seemed to turn Jodi on something incredible, and she was
riding me like a woman possessed before too long, stroking Carrie's pert little
breasts the whole time so I could watch. Carrie just kind of stared at the both
of us in a kind of detached way that was strangely erotic.

Afterwards, Carrie simply got dressed and left. Never the talkative one anyway,
she blushed a little and kissed Jodi on the forehead before bailing out the door
wearing only a long trench coat.

She wriggled her fingers kind of shyly at me on her way out, and I remember
thinking she looked a little embarrassed-with maybe a sly hint of pride mixed in
there too, and that was that. Jodi told me that she'd set it up because she
wanted to fulfill my fantasy, to surprise me. Well, she'd done that all right!

Then she asked me if I'd liked it.

I answered her by fucking her again right there on the floor. I'll admit I
fantasized about Carrie being there with us again, licking my cock each time it
pulled out of Jodi's pussy, but I don't feel bad about that. Jodi only smiled up
into my face the whole time like she knew I was doing just that. She seemed to
have the same shy, proud look on her face that Carrie had.

I don't think I saw Carrie more than once after that, and no one mentioned our
little tryst. Jodi and I did from time to time, of course, but it was always
framed in the wistful, unreal way reserved for half remembered dreams and long
ago memories.

But I haven't forgotten. The sex that night was amazing, and the feeling of
having two pairs of female lips wrapped around you, two tongues searching and
flitting-well that's just a little slice of heaven-but that's not what I think
about most.

Mostly I just think about how my fairly restrained, shy, normally demure little
girlfriend ever got up the nerve to set something like that up for me. I know a
lot of guys, and believe you me, none of their girlfriends would have done that
for them, unless they were out and out whores anyway, I guess, and then it
wouldn't have been such a big deal in the first place. It was out of character
for Jodi, but she did it for me.

I married Jodi straight out of college, and it's been ten years gone with out a
single look over my shoulder. She's the greatest girl in the world, and I don't
just mean because she once brought another girl home for me. She's everything
you could want in a woman: selfless, loyal, trusting and supportive. I'll tell
you this, I'm a lucky man and I know it everyday.

That's why I decided to make it up to her. I figured, it's not something I'm in
to very much, but it's something that I know for a fact that she thinks about.
And I know that Jodi isn't in to girls, but look at what she did for me, and at
a time when I might even have been foolish enough to stray from the good thing
I'd found.

No, I figured I owed it to her, and more so-I wanted to do for her what she did
for me.

So I got together a couple guys. It wasn't as easy as I thought it'd be. I mean,
how do you tell some dude that you want him to fuck your wife and not have him
freak out? I was very particular though. I didn't ask just anyone. But I did
have a set of parameters to go by, so I had to be more than a little picky. Not
just anyone would do. I figured if I'm going to do this, then I'm going to do it
right.

What I wanted foremost for my wife, the woman of my dreams, was diversity and
quality. For me, that was the key. That took some risks on my part, and a lot of
legwork. I came close to getting my ass kicked a few times let me tell you. Guys
can get pretty defensive if you don't come at it from just the right angle, but
I was set on what I wanted for her.

Jodi might once have shared her man with another woman, but that event was a
singular encounter of wildness in our history together-an aberration you might
say. She blushes about it now, when I bring it up and hides her face. It might
be hard to believe, considering what she once took it upon her self to do, but
my wife is mainly pretty traditional.

But she's no prude. Over the years, she's opened up to me about some of her
sexual fantasies. It's the usual stuff: having two men at the same time, being
tied up and taken-but once she revealed to me the details of a dream that had
both troubled her and excited her, and it was from the information gleamed from
that dream that I made my plan.

In this dream she had been ordered to have sex with four large strangers, two of
them black, one Hispanic, and one white. All of them had been very well endowed
and muscular. Several of them wore tattoos on their bodies. The dream had shaken
her badly, I think mostly because she considered many of the particulars deviant
and taboo. She even apologized to me for dreaming about men so obviously unlike
me, the man she'd married. I teased her that what she was apologizing for was
dreaming of well-hung men, which was unlike the man she'd married, but I wasn't
really upset by that.

Like I said, the gangbang thing didn't do much for me, but she had been burning
with another kind of shaking then as well, a heated urgency that betrayed her
good-girl denials. As shameful as he dream had been for her, it had also turned
her on like crazy.

So I gathered together three strange men that fit, as best as I could tell
anyway, the particulars from my wife's dream. Then I set the events in motion to
repay her for the erotic gift she had once given me. The details were simple.
They would each get two hundred dollars a piece for one night of sex. They must
be clean, completely drug and disease free, and able to last for a long time.
They must also be very well endowed. Naturally, I was unable to confirm, prior
to the night of action anyway, two of these particulars, but I figured that none
of them would lie about it. The proof would be plain to see when the time came,
I figured, and took them on their word.

I planned the gift to be presented on Tuesday because she only works half days
on Tuesdays, and I wanted her as fresh and energetic as possible. Back then I
had been able to go at both girls even after a long day, but I was younger then,
and she was certainly in for a more exhausting ride than I had had, pardon the
pun.

I phoned Jodi at work to confirm nothing unexpected had come up to detain her at
work beyond her normal hours, and suffered through the usual pleasantries of
light conversation between husband and wife. How's your day going? What do you
want to do for dinner tonight? Did you read that funny email I sent you? Blah,
blah, blah. It was too hard to concentrate, what with my mind on the night
ahead. You'd have thought the whole evening was to be centered on me for the way
my heart was pounding in my chest. In a way it was. I could not deny the
expectation of soaring delight and pride I would feel when I watched her rolling
and shaking with unrestrained pleasure.

I was doing this for her, but I also expected to be rewarded in a way, and the
anticipation was high.

At two o'clock, two of the men arrived for their part in recreating my wife's
erotic dream. Both of them were from my gym, though I had not known them prior
to my unusual proposal. One of the men was black, and, at least in my minds eye,
perfectly fit the description of a man from Jodi's dream. Tall and very dark,
his immense shoulders were heavily tattooed. The other, the Hispanic, was built
so solidly that he vaguely resembled a tank. I could only go on my imagination
in casting him for his role, as I didn't remember much about the Hispanic man in
my wife's dream, but he claimed to fit the remaining details, and I was sure, at
the very least, she would find him attractive.

At a quarter till the hour I was beginning to feel very nervous. Jodi was due
home in less than twenty-five minutes, and the remaining two men had yet to
arrive. But my worry was eased when, after another five minutes, they both
walked up the drive as if they had arrived together.

They laughed as I met them at the door, the second black man joking that he
hoped he had not chosen the wrong house by mistake and thus ended up screwing
the wrong wife. At one time I had remembered all of their names, but suddenly I
could not recall any of them to save my life. It didn't matter much anyway. I
paid them, gave them my final instructions and guidelines, and sent them into
the guest room to get ready. I was thoroughly prepared to go through with it-not
a fiber of my being considered turning back at this point-but I was somewhat
uncomfortable milling about the same room with them as they chatted with one
another like new recruits in a pick-up basketball league.

I thought it better that I didn't remember their names; actually...what would be
the point of it? After it was done, I didn't plan on ever seeing any of them
again. Earlier that morning, in fact, half convinced it had nothing at all to do
with the night ahead; I cancelled my gym membership and opened up a new one
across town.

I'd needed a change of scenery, anyway.

Jodi arrived home on schedule. I met her at the door with a wide grin and a
hearty kiss. She gave me a skeptical look and asked me what I had done, seeming
to imply that my affections were so out of sorts that they must be an indication
of cover up. She was more right than she could ever know, but I feigned
innocence and hurried to keep her moving. Jodi was a brilliant woman, and I
didn't want to chance her catching wind of the insane events just waiting to
erupt around the both of us.

"I've just been thinking of you all day," I said as I circled my arms around her
waist from behind. "Actually, I've been thinking about your sexy body all day."
I whispered this breathlessly into her ear, inciting a giggle from her. It was
music to my ears.

"Is that so?" She purred playfully, leaning back into me and baring her neck for
me to taste.

"It is." I returned. Already fully erect and aching from hours of intense
buildup, I pressed against her backside to sooth my pain.

"What is that? Oh my, Jack, what have you been up to all day?" She teased as she
wiggled against my crotch for a moment before turning in my arms to face me. "Is
that a cucumber in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" Her lips were
like cool water on my fevered lips.

Inexplicably, I began to laugh. It was not a pressure release from anxiety so
much as true laughter. What she had said and truly struck me as funny. "Why on
earth would I ever have a cucumber in my pocket?" I said, and she laughed with
me.

Her hands stole to my aching bulge and gave me a loving squeeze. "I don't know,
love, you tell me."

And then she pulled away from me, going about her normal ritual of running
through the new mail and checking the answering machine. But I had other plans,
of course, and could not allow this.

I pursued her.

"Want to go into the bedroom with me?" I said innocently enough. "I have
something I want to show you."

She gave me a knowing smirk. "I bet you do. I've already seen it, thanks."

"It's brand new." I countered.

"Is that so? And how did you manage that?" She looked achingly beautiful in her
semi-interested playfulness, her eyes on the bills that had come in the mail
that day. Looking at her, my mind formed a perfect image of her screaming with
passion and ecstasy, and I nearly grabbed her right there and took her all for
myself.

It was hard to believe that there were three strange men in the other room right
at that moment-within earshot of our playful sparring-preparing to taste the
sweetness of this woman that I had greedily kept for myself all these years.

"Come on, Jodi." I begged unabashedly. "I need you."

"I need you too." She said distantly, tearing open an envelope with her finger
and investigating the statement triple folded within.

I pressed up against her again, reveling in the warm solidity of her body, and
ran my hands over her waist and hips.

"That's bullshit!" She said suddenly, tossing the offending statement aside with
a huff. "I'm going to call them tomorrow and see if I can't get them to take
their heads out of their asses!"

"Jodi..."

"I mean really! How many times to I have to tell them that I closed that account
months ago! It's insane."

"Jodi..." I pushed the length of her auburn hair away, clearing my path to the
back of her neck. I left a trail of tiny, urgent kisses down to her shoulder.

"Hmm?" she said finally, as though coming up from sleep.

"Lets go in the bedroom." I pleaded. "A quickie?"

"A quickie, huh?" She seemed rather skeptical.

"I promise."

"And then we go get dinner?" She asked this while inspecting the last of the
bills.

I could only hope that the allure of my affection would be enough to pull her
away from her daily battle with our financial strain. Sometimes ineffective, it
was not a matter I was sure to win.

But this time luck was with me.

"You want me that bad?" She finally turned to me and kissed me full on the lips,
at the same time bringing her left leg up to sooth my aching crotch. I sighed
into her open mouth, and accepted her tongue.

"Take me right here." She purred, now fully in tune with me. "On the floor."

"No." I said. My mind was suddenly a vacuum of swirling thoughts. I could start
it here, I supposed, and still give the men their cue when I felt the time was
right. But I thought it better to stick to the original plan. The last thing I
wanted was to give the men the notion that my guidelines were anything but set
in stone. Stick to the rules. "I want to lay you down on the bed and make love
to you."

"You don't want to just take me?" She said in mock disappointment, pouting her
lips and pulling slightly back so that she could reach for my crotch with her
hands.

I had a very sudden thought: Oh, you'll get taken all right.

I shook my head and intercepted her hands before they found my bulge. It was
best not to let it get so far before its time. Leading her back towards the
bedroom, I could not help but feel the gravity of the situation weighing heavier
on me than ever before.

She might have been aware of my trembling, might have thought it was the pure
anticipation of her sex, but it was so much more than that. I was leading my
lovely wife into the unknown. Just down the hall, beyond a door we had passed
through together countless times, waited a group of horny men-all eager to grasp
and thrust at my wife with all of their sexual desire.

Now was the last chance turn back if I didn't think I could go through with it.
Perhaps I was not made of the same stuff that even the younger Jodi had been.
But I knew, even as I approached closer and closer to the room where it all
would take place, that there would be no turning back. It had already begun in
my eye, and my desire would accept nothing short of the act in which I had been
rushing ever towards for weeks, like some runaway train.

Never had the idea of my wife with another man done anything to excite me
sexually, and I was unsure if that was really even partly responsible for my
increasing horniness. Maybe it was just the sheer dirtiness of it-surely she
must have felt something similar to this when she knelt with Carrie between my
legs and took turns swallowing my cock. Maybe she had liked it a little more
than she had ever let on, and, in guilty surprise and shame, had forever
banished those desires from her mind.

I didn't think I needed any answers, either to her past inhibitions or to my
present ones. I was as ready as I ever would be, and eager to do for her what
she had once done for me.

"The guest room?" Jodi marveled as I opened the door, impressed. "That's a
change."

She had no idea.

I led her into the room and closed the door behind us. Seemingly too preoccupied
with pulling me into her arms and quenching her own thirst, Jodi failed to
notice the three strange men already standing in the room to her extreme left.

Of course, I noticed them immediately, and my trembling doubled-tripled-in
intensity.

Jodi kissed my lips, but if I kissed her back, it was with the faintest of
responses. For a moment I seemed frozen, too addled by my turgid desire to even
respond to her warm lips. She didn't seem to mind. She began to unbutton my
shirt, kissing impatiently at the each inch of newly exposed skin.

And then, as if a switch had been thrown, I snapped back in to control of
myself, and remembered how her dream-made-real was supposed to play out.

I suddenly gripped her arms just below the shoulder--surprising her into a
start--and spun her around so that I stood at her back. At that moment, for the
first time, she faced the other inhabitants of the room besides the two of us.

I don't know what I expected. A scream, maybe. Frightened questions. Stammering.
For all I knew, she didn't even see them at all, for how silent she was.

"Get on the bed." I said into her left ear, shaking with anticipation so
strongly that it seemed that I was attempting to aggressively shake her.

"Jack-what?" I heard her whisper. Her voice sounded tight, strained.
Disbelieving.

"Get on the bed." I repeated slipping into the role that I, as the master and
owner of her body in her naughty dream was expected to play. I accentuated my
command with a forceful shove towards the guest bed.

She stumbled for a moment, and then turned to face me. Her face was a mask of
confusion and fear. Her mouth worked as if she was assailing me with questions
but some inner volume lever had been thrown down, striking her mute.

"Take of your shirt, Jodi. Show them your breasts." I said in my practiced,
monotone voice. When she didn't immediately answer me, I stepped up to her
quickly. I knew that the men must have been growing anxious, maybe even annoyed
with the delay. I gripped her firmly and jerked her around towards them.

Reaching around with my right hand, I jerked her blouse up in front so that her
black-lace bra was visible to the men. Doing so charged me with incredible
passion. Jodi let out an exasperated cry and fought to pull her shirt back down.
I pinned her hands down at her sides, and snarled into her ear.

"You are my sex-slut, Jodi. You are my pussy! Do you hear me? If I tell you to
show your breasts to these men, then you will do it. Understand?" The tone of my
voice was surprisingly convincing. To be honest, it somewhat startled me.

Now Jodi was trembling as much as I was.

"Show them your breasts." I repeated.

"Jack-" came her choked reply.

"SHOW THEM!"

I wondered if she had caught on to what I was doing yet. The term, 'sex-slut'
was directly lifted from her dream and should have been instantly obvious to
her. Once she understood that I was reenacting her dream, I expected her to
fully appreciate my intentions and give herself in to her dark fantasy. Perhaps
the initial shock was too much. I decided to be patient, as I expected she would
catch on soon enough.

Jodi whimpered as her trembling hands rose and pulled her blouse up. Her belly
shook with fear beneath my encircling arms. Her breath came in ragged gasps. I
pressed my cock against the ass to sooth it.

From my vantage point over her left shoulder, I could see one of the black men
pulling slowly at his crotch. I imagined that Jodi's eyes were also transfixed
on that point. It was thrilling.

"Now I'm going to let go of you, whore, and you're going to take off your shirt
and bra, and show them your breasts. Is that understood?" I paused. "Sex-slut."
I added for good measure.

Jodi said nothing, but she nodded slowly.

I stepped back from her.

Jodi's posture might have been that of a cornered Doe-so filled with terror and
fear that she might bolt at any moment. She remained still so long that I
thought I might have to reinstate my demand, but then she began to move.

She removed her shirt and let it fall to the floor. Her pale white skin seemed
to glow in the dim light straining through the blinds. Her black bra seemed
amazingly dark against her skin.

"He told you to take off your bra, bitch." The Hispanic One said, and searched
my face for some sign of approval. He had spoke as I had previously directed him
to.

Jodi started again as if she'd been pinched, and, prompted perhaps by a new
onset of fear, clumsily fumbled with her bra strap in an urgent effort to please
the predators that encircled her.

When her bra fell away, she concealed herself instantly with her hands. I raced
up behind her, and, yanking back a handful of her reddish hair pulled her back
to me and off balance.

"Put your hands down." I said. "Come on, you can touch her." I said above her to
the others.

When the men approached, all as one as if acting beneath the will of one unified
mind, Jodi begged for it all to stop. But of course, that had been what she'd
done in her dream, even as she'd been so turned on by the events that followed
her feeble denials.

The taller Black Man was the first to touch her. He had come in to our home
joking with the Hispanic Man, but he was not smiling now. His eyes were set and
unreadable. He cupped my wife's left breast in one hand and gently raised it.
Jodi made as if to raise her hands to stop him, but a quick jerk of her hair
stayed her hand. The Hispanic Man did not move on my wife as slowly as the first
had. Instead, playing the role of the violent, aggressive Latino, he gripped the
nipple of her right breast and tugged on it.

Jodi let out a gasp. She was shaking so much that she might have been receiving
a steady current of electricity. I pulled her hair back so far that she had to
tilt back to keep the pain at bay, forcing her to stare into the ceiling.

"Can I suck on em?" the Second Black Man said, having yet to touch her.

"Yes." I said." Suck on her breasts."

He stepped in and, gripping her breasts in both hands, forced both of her
nipples into his mouth.

Jodi let out a strangled cry and convulsed in my arms. Looking down on her
face-- from here she appeared upside down--I saw her eyes on me. I knew how
sensitive her nipples were, and delighted in the gooseflesh I saw that rose up
all over her chest and shoulders.

"You like that, Sex-Slut?" I whispered to her.

Her closed eyes were her only reply.

"Do you want her to show off her pussy?" I asked the men suddenly, with the
pride of ownership evident in my voice.

The men uttered their unified affirmation. Jodi tried to pull away but I thought
her attempt was strangely hollow and weak. I forced her to turn and face me,
though I kept my grip on her hair. Pulling her head back to expose her neck, I
latched upon her like the vampire Lestat, and hungrily suckled on my possession.
Her nipples were like hard little rocks against my chest.

"I want you to take your pants off and spread your pussy for them."

Jodi did as she was told, surprisingly enough, though she moved slowly. I
watched the expectant faces of the men as they eyed her fully nude body for the
first time.

"Lay down on the bed." I told her, but she did not move. It was amazing to me,
as this too had happened in her dream. I shoved her down onto the bed. "Show
them your pussy!" I shouted into her stunned face.

She made no effort to get up. She slightly rolled her right leg aside, but it
was far from the 'spreading' that I had demanded. Her resistance was right in
line with her actions in the dream, and it fueled and inspired me.

"Whore!" I snapped. "We can't see your pussy." But I didn't wait for her to
relent. I leaped up onto the bed and she recoiled as if expecting to be struck.
But I would never strike my wife. Instead, I gripped her legs and forced them
open. She did not fight me. I let my hand slip down over her soft reddish mound,
and splay the folds of her pussy. She jolted when I touched her. My hand was
immediately soaked with her enticing moisture.

"Look at this tight pink pussy." I said to them as they huddled around to get a
closer look. "See how wet she is for all of you? She's practically dripping!" My
enthusiasm was not at all a show for the three of them. I was truly amazed and
delighted by the wetness of my wife's pussy, and full of hope for what this
telling fact meant for the night ahead. If she really was even half as
frightened as she seemed to be, her body was betraying her. "Doesn't it look so
good?"

Beneath me, Jodi let out a strangled moan. It was impossible to tell if it was
from anticipation or fear. I let my first two fingers slip into her to the
second knuckle, and then withdrew them, slick and glistening, into the light. I
slapped my wetted hand down onto her exposed pussy, and delighted in her
startled jump.

"Can I lick it?" The Hispanic Man asked greedily, rubbing his hands together
expectantly.

I considered this, but thought it was too soon. "Wouldn't you rather she lick
you?" I asked. It was an unfair ploy.

"Hell yeah!" He answered.

I turned and hovered over my wife as if I were going to whisper sweet words of
love into her ear. Instead, I said: "They want to put their big fat cocks in
your mouth, Jodi, and I'm going to let them. I want you to suck them like you do
me." I kissed her gently on her cheek and withdrew. Grasping her hand, I pulled
her up with me to the edge of the bed.

Already the three men had their pants off and their rigid cocks in hand. I
watched Jodi's eyes as she saw them. It excited me to see her so near, at crotch
level, to three big dicks. As I dropped my own pants, (for I had cast myself in
the role of the single white man), I added my own twist to the order of things.

All three men had stepped close to her, but she had yet to make a move. I made
it for her.

"Find the biggest cock, and put it your mouth."

There was a short pause.

Then she reached up to the Black Man on her left, (the first to arrive), and
tentatively gripped his cock in her hand. Against his dark black skin her hand
looked almost porcelain. She pulled him in slightly, and slowly moved her mouth
down towards his up thrusting cock. I watched with wonder as his blackened cock
vanished between my wife's lips. He sighed noticeably, and reached out and
placed his hands softly on the top-most crest of her head. He must have gently
guided her down with his hands, because she began to sink slowly down his shaft,
working to take inch after inch into her hesitant mouth. A little more than half
of his thick length was in her mouth when she stopped and began to draw back. He
held her head softly but firmly, and began to rock against her.

He was fucking my wife's mouth!

I had never been more turned on in my life, even, I think, when Jodi and Carrie
had gone down on me. My wife, as excellent a cocksucker as any x-rated video
starlet, was slowly but steadily beginning to work her magnificent skills on his
cock. Her eyes closed, her tongue obviously working within her full cheeks.

"Give her your cocks, guys. She'll take care of them, too." I said to the
others, who were patiently watching and waiting. Taking either side of her
sitting form, they forced their neglected cocks out for attention. During a
moment to steal a breath, she saw the cocks pressing in on her and reached up to
grip them, taking one in each hand.

The First Black Man did not hesitate to redirect her mouth back on to his cock.
Now fully naked myself, I crawled onto the bed and pulled up behind her.

"Suck that big black cock, you Sex-slut. Suck it. I want you to drink his cum."
This kind of talk was not necessarily new to our sexual play, but, of course, it
had never before been so real.

She seemed to chock back a moan around his cock. It pleased me. I reached around
and grabbed her breasts. "Take a different cock now." I said. For me, this was
like possessing the power to direct a porn film to match my every perverse whim.
It was great!

This time I let it be her choice. She immediately withdrew from the first and
took the Second Black Man's cock into her mouth. His was smaller than the first,
closer to my own size, I thought, and she took it all nearly one motion. Her
left hand suddenly free, she switched it back to stroke the wet cock she had
just vacated.

"Do I get her pussy first, then?" The Hispanic man asked impatiently, apparently
not content with her small hand stroking his left-bent cock. "Since I'm getting
left out, here?"

"No, that's not the order things go. But you do get her ass first."

He cheered at the same moment Jodi moaned around the cock in her mouth.

The Second Black Man came in my wife's mouth. I was hoping he would hold out,
because, in her dream, no one came until the end, when they all came on her
prone body. But this was to be expected. I told you. My wife gives excellent
head.

So much for the promise of long lasting, though, I thought.

I watched her pull back when he exploded, surprised and unprepared. She coughed,
and then swallowed. Her lips were very wet.

I didn't waste time. I yanked her back to the bed. Her head fell to rest just
under my hanging balls. I pinned her arms back, though I didn't expect any
resistance. She was breathing heavily, and when the First Black Man stepped up
between her legs, she obediently opened them for him.

"Your bitch knows what to do." The Black Man said.

"Fuck her hard." I commented to him. It had been incredible to watch those big
black cocks fill up my wife's mouth, and I was eager to see one slip into her
pussy. I let the shaft of my cock rest firmly on her nose and lips as the black
man mounted her, in essence, blinding her.

"Spit on her pussy." I commanded. This was from the dream. To be
authentic...that was the key. He did as he was told. "Rub it into her pussy.
Jodi? Do you feel that? He's going to fuck you with his big black dick, Jodi.
And you want it, don't you?" I thought I was taking a risk by forcing her to
answer so blatantly. The men had all been told she was fully aware of the
situation and hungry for a gangbang, and a fervent denial of any kind might not
be simply dismissed as realistic acting but be taken as real. Perhaps I had
overplayed my hand.

But when I pulled my dick back from her mouth, Jodi strained to see the stranger
hovering over her, and grunted three barely audible words.

"I want it."

When the First Black Man pushed himself inside of my wife, I felt her whole body
shudder beneath me. He held her legs wide with his muscled arms, and bucked
ferociously into her tight cunt with tireless energy. Positioned above her face,
I had a bird's eye view of his dark cock disappearing and reappearing beneath
her red bush. I gripped her flopping breasts and squeezed her nipples. When she
moaned, which she did a lot; I forced the head of my cock into her mouth.

Initially, I was worried that she might not willingly take my cock-or worse,
feeling angry and betrayed, might bite down on it-or that she might reject me
outright--her loving husband--even as she accepted the seed of all these strange
men. But she took me as willingly as she always had. The Hispanic Man, who must
have been aching by now, came to stand at the right side of the bed. I ordered
Jodi to touch him while she was being fucked at both ends, and even gave him my
consent to shoot his cum on her chest if he felt the need.

Saying things like this, as I've said, was not specifically new to either of us,
but was now dirtier and grittier. Each time I did so, Jodi let out a squeal of
delight.

Now was the moment of truth. Jodi's dream, as she had told it to me that morning
after, had been greatly detailed and expansive. I followed it to a T.

I ordered the First Black Man out of my wife, and, after several last hard
strokes, he did as he was bid. Jodi's legs shook pitifully in the air as if she
were convulsing. I told him to lie down beside her, and ordered Jodi to climb on
top of him. She rose like a punch-drunk fighter, but her eyes were alive and
alert. I began to think that she finally understood the opportunity I had
created for her. When she sat up, The Second Black Man, who had been the only
one of us to cum so far, forced his half limp dick into her face. I did not
order him to stop, nor did I order her to suck it. I would gauge by her reaction
to this hostile posture, just how with us she was.

She inhaled his cock rapidly, and jerked at his balls with hands.

"Come sit on this cock, Sex-Slut." I ordered, pleased by her actions but intent
on keeping her on task. Much to my surprise, when she turned to mount the First
Black Man, she looked me straight in the face and whispered: "Yes, master."

I climbed off the bed so I could watch her sink down on the First Black Man's
now half erect penis. She guided him into her as she so often guided me, and
raised her head to let out a soft mew of pleasure as it vanished in to her.
Immediately, she began to rock back and forth on it, shaking her breasts in his
face as she did so. I stepped up and gripped her ass-cheeks with my hands,
spreading them slightly for the other men's value, as well as my own.

Jodi peered back over her shoulder at me, her eyes half closed with pleasure.

"I know what comes next." She said, and shuddered.

"I know you do." I said, and begin to gently rub my first finger around the bud
of her anus. "Let me loosen her up for you." I said, meeting the Hispanic Man's
eyes.

Once I had managed two knuckles worth of length into her tight asshole, Jodi
began a series of violent shudder-convulsions and shrill crying. I worked my
finger in and out of her ass in anticipation of her multiple orgasms, and helped
her along on her way. It was strange to feel the forceful push of the man's cock
in side her, parted from my questing finger only by her thin inner walls. But it
did not disgust me.

She collapsed fully on top of the First Black Man, who, apparently true to his
word, was truly long lasting. He continued to hump away into her already
exhausted body. I withdrew my finger and spread her ass-cheeks once more. This
time, her tiny hole was parted minutely. The Hispanic Man, a bastion of patience
already, pulled up and forced himself into her with out warning or concern for
her comfort.

That was authentic as well.

Jodi let out a cry and rose up, but was battered down by his relentless
pounding. The man on bottom, perhaps inspired by the new addition, humped upward
with renewed vigor.

I moved around so I could see Jodi's face. Such a mixture of pain and pleasure
you could not imagine. "How does that feel, Jodi? All filled up?"

She looked at me with intense eyes, her body rocking forward and her hair
falling into her face. "My mouth's not full." She muttered defiantly through
another gasping groan.

The Second Black Man, perhaps sensing his cue, walked across the bed to her left
side and offered his cock to her. Even with the considerable pounding she was
taking down below, Jodi seized upon that cock as if she could use it to
stabilize herself. Her groaning, which sometimes seemed closer to animal
snarling, seemed to intensify with a cock in her mouth. She swallowed it down to
the base and held on for dear life.

But I had to complete the dream. I pulled close and yanked her off of his cock
and set her mouth on to mine. I thought I heard Jodi gasp: "so filled up!" but
then the Second Black Man was pulling her back to his cock.

The Hispanic Man held her hips firmly, his knuckles white and the veins in his
neck standing out like metal cords. He pounded her ass with a relentless rhythm
that sent the motion of his thrusts rolling through the flesh of her ample
backside.

Each upward thrust seemed to elicit a sharp grunt from Jodi, who allowed her
mouth to be passed between the two of us. Once, in our competition, we both
forced our cocks at her mouth at the same time, clogging the open of her mouth
with our throbbing heads. She took them both in her closed lips at the same
time, and gave a valiant effort to suck them both dry.

"I'm gonna cum in her, man!" The Hispanic Man suddenly shouted in alarm, his
face terribly twisted and ugly. For the first time since the fucking had begun,
Jodi turned away from our cocks and yelled back at him.

"Come on, baby! Come in my ass!"

The carnal timbre to her voice was nearly enough to make me lose my load on her
trembling lips.

It defeated The Hispanic Man, however, as he faltered in his thrusts for the
first time, and then sank deeply into her to expel his cum. Jodi, seemingly high
on the forceful fucking she had been enduring, rocked back harder against him,
as if to encourage another onslaught. Her efforts only accomplished the
opposite, however.

"Oh Jack!" Jodi moaned with red-faced pleasure. "He came so hard in me! I can
feel his cum in my ass!" Her voice was one of complete disbelief and utter
amazement. "Oh God, it feels so good!" She seemed to shudder with another
orgasm, which was followed by another. By my count, that was four.

The Hispanic Man pulled out and stumbled away. Shaking her head as if to clear
away cobwebs, Jodi rose shakily to a full sitting position on top of the darker
black man. She gyrated her hips and shook like some exotic dancer, grinding her
pussy down onto her lover's thick black prick. Her hair was wet and plastered to
her face. Her color was high, and sweat glistened on every inch of her beautiful
pale body. She began to cum again, and when I glanced down, I saw that the First
Black Man had apparently learned just how sensitive were my wife's tender
nipples. Each gentle tug, I knew, seemed sent her into great throws of pleasure,
causing her to tighten her pussy around his cock.

The Second Black Man straddled the man beneath him. "S'cuse my reach, brother."
He said, impeding my view of her, forced his cock into my wife's mouth. She
reached around and gripped his ass with her hands, and conducted a complex
serious of gyrations that both pleased the man beneath her, herself, and the man
standing before her.

I gloried in the wonderful vision of her breasts bouncing between these two men.

"Make her cum again." I said. "Fuck my slut-wife until she can't stand up for a
week."

Jodi moaned as the cock fucked harder into her mouth, and faster up into her
pussy.

Moments later, letting out a shrill cry of his own, The Second Black Man pulled
out of my wife's mouth, gripping his moist cock like some back fire-hose.

"Where do you want it, man?" He grunted, barely able to hold it.

"Cum on her pretty face." I ordered.

As she continued to ride the man below her, who should earn a Medal of Valor for
the resolve he was exhibiting, she gazed up at The Second Black Man, and opened
her mouth for him obediently. He jerked at himself violently, and then blasted
his seed across my wife's face. Most of it missed her open mouth, but he yanked
her face close to him and smeared it around her face with his fast softening
prick as if spreading paint on a canvas.

Then he too, like the Hispanic Man, fell away.

Down below, the Second Black Man gripped her ass and pumped into her now that he
had her all to himself for the moment. He seemed desperate to cum. Suddenly, and
quite without my permission, he rolled her over and scrambled on top of her
again, forcing her knees up into her armpits and sinking deep down into her
until his balls rested heavily on her cum-filled asshole.

Now with the proper leverage, he really cut loose. Jodi screamed as if she were
being murdered. Meanwhile, I pounded on myself with a fisted hand like a man
possessed, and then realized that I, too, wanted to cover her with my cum.

It was, after all, the way it was meant to be.

I stood over her and readied myself.

"Are you both going to cum on me?" Jodi managed to gasp, her eyes wide and
crazed with sexual desire.

The First Black Man looked to me for approval.

"Yes."

Jodi grunted and shuddered. Five.

"Where?" she whispered.

A pause. "Everywhere."

Another cry. Another shudder. The Hispanic Man returned to the side of the bed,
his limp dick dangling between his legs. He stretched across and gripped her
nipples as she was being fucked. Six.

"Fuck me" she moaned until it became a chant, a mantra-the words coming so fast
and slurred that they ceased to have meaning at all.

Jodi's eyes looked glazed and distant. Another shudder. Seven.

I knew I was close. I told her so.

As if she possessed an insatiable hunger for cock, Jodi turned her head and
pulled the Hispanic Man's cock into her mouth. That was typical of my
compassionate wife, I thought, to make sure that the Hispanic Man, who had not
yet been in her mouth as everyone else had been, did get left out of the oral
fun.

Even as The First Black Man pulled out of her pussy and aimed his immense tool
at her breasts.

It might have been a race between him and I. My cum shot across her breasts and
splattered on her right nipple. The other shot came from deep down between her
weak and trembling legs, and slathered her belly full and thick. Some of it
slipped into the hollow of her collarbone.

She shuddered the entire time, all the while sucking a cock that had been in her
ass. I lost count. When The Hispanic Man shot his second wad deep into her
mouth. Jodi had ceased to move, and only lay there like some tranquilized
animal, helpless and unaware.

As per my instructions, the men, now fully spent, quickly dressed and headed for
the front door. Strangely, I felt as if I didn't know them well enough to allow
them free passage through my home, and I hurried to escort them out, myself.

Humorously, the Second Black Man, upon leaving, said: See you later, Dawg!

When I returned to my wife, naked and snoring on the guest bed with the cum of
three men drying on her beautiful body, I cuddled up next to her and fell
asleep. As I dozed off, I wondered if maybe she would wake to think that this
too, had been just another shameful, dirty dream. I decided that would be
unlikely for the pounding her holes had took, but if it did happen, I would go
along with it.

If she thought it was all a dream, I would have less explaining to do.