Dreams Come True

Dreams Come True

We were onto our second bottle of wine. Or maybe the second and a half. Either way, the room was softening around us, and the edges of the conversation had grown softer too, warmer, filled with laughter and something else. Something suggestive. Something promising.

I sat in the deep armchair, legs stretched out, glass in hand. My wife, Cat, was cross-legged on the couch, barefoot, hair up, cheeks flushed. Kaylin, my wife's long time best friend, lay curled at the other end, one foot tucked under the other, wine glass resting on the armrest, her dress riding up just enough to be noticed but not adjusted.

They'd been talking about stupid things for hours. Bad breakups. Awful exes. A man Kaylin once dated who called himself a "sapiosexual". Cat had rolled her eyes so hard she nearly spilled her wine when she heard that one.

"I mean," Kaylin was saying now, eyes half-lidded, "is it so hard to just want someone who knows what they're doing? Emotionally? Physically?" She took another sip. "Both would be great, but at this point I'd happily settle for just one of those things."

"Be careful," Cat said, laughing. "You're starting to sound like you want a husband."

Kaylin shot her a look.

"Not yours. Unless..."

The room went a little quieter, like we were all holding our breath.

Kaylin laughed and shook her head.

"Kidding. Kidding."

Cat's fingers traced the stem of her glass as she tilted her head toward Kaylin and said:

"You know, if you need something... taken care of... Nick's very good."

She didn't look at me. Her eyes stayed on Kaylin, dark and unreadable.

"I'm serious."

Kaylin held the silence like it was a piece of glass she might drop.

"And you'd be okay with that?" she asked.

Cat shrugged.

"I wouldn't be in the other room with earplugs, if that's what you mean."

I shifted in my chair. It suddenly felt like I was outside my own body, as if the room had changed without moving. The candles flickered and the glow of the fire created a dream-like atmosphere.

Kaylin turned to me and smiled.

I didn't say anything at first. I just swirled the wine in my glass nonchalantly and watched the way the candlelight warped its colour. There was something about the silence that followed Cat's words. It felt dense. Fragile. I couldn't yet be sure if this was really happening.

Cat hadn't looked at me, which was a little unsettling. She was still watching Kaylin like a dealer sliding a card across the table. Was it a game? Was it a joke? Was I supposed to laugh?

She'd joked about things like this before. About threesomes, about watching me with someone else. In the dark, half-asleep, her voice pressed into my neck. Would you like to watch me with another girl? Or would you rather I watch you? Then a hand... sliding lower.

But now she had said it. Sober enough to mean it. Drunk enough not to take it back.

And then there was Kaylin. She had always looked at me in a certain way. There was definitely something between us. I'd had felt it at parties, in passing hugs, in the way her voice changed ever so slightly when she said my name. And now she wasn't hiding it. It was there in her eyes. Something she'd never quite said.

And God help me, I wanted her too. Not in the casual, late-night fantasy kind of way, but in a way that scared me a little. A way that could mean something. That could ruin everything.

I could already feel the shift in the air, like the story was moving on without me and I wasn't sure if this was a moment of freedom or a trap. Whether Cat meant it, or whether she was daring me to fall for the bait so she'd know, finally, what kind of man she'd married.

Kaylin set her glass down gently and stood up. She made her way towards me and I rose from my chair. We met in the middle of the room and kissed. It just felt natural. It felt right. Kaylin's lips were soft. Her mouth felt warm. Her tongue was wet. It was like being a teenager again. A little sloppy. A little too horny. We were giving the game away.

"Nick is a cunning linguist," said Cat as she watched us make out, "I think that would definitely help you get over your ex."

Kaylin took the hint. She stepped away from me, stripped naked from the waist down and went and lay down on the couch. If we were going to get away with doing this then Cat was the boss. She was the one who would decide how it was going to go down.

I had no problem with that. It meant my wife was consenting to me and Kaylin fulfilling our long unfulfilled desires and she could have nothing to complain about because she was the director and we were just playing out parts.

I went over to Kaylin. She was resting her head on Cat's lap and her legs were spread enough to signal an invitation. I knelt on the floor beside the couch and placed my lips against her pussy and kissed her there.

Delicious.

Kaylin gasped and smiled up at Cat, who started stroking her hair.

I was toying with Kaylin, licking her ever so slowly and softly and then gradually applying more pressure. Enjoying the taste. When she moaned I'd slow down again just to keep her desperate for more attention and then I'd increase my tempo at a lighter pressure and she'd sigh softly and run her hands through my hair.

After a few minutes, Cat shifted out from under Kaylin so she could get into a better position to make out with her. Being kissed by both of us at once in two different places really drove Kaylin wild. She started moaning constantly after that and pressing my face into her pussy, willing me to slobber harder and lick her faster and bring her the relief she had always craved.

"I'm cumming. Oh my god! Don't stop! I'm fucking cumming!"

Cat was stroking her hair again, but Kaylin wasn't looking at her. Her hands were covering her face in disbelief and embarrassment at the sheer ecstasy she was experiencing. Cat gave her a moment to compose herself but she was growing impatient to join the action. I could read it in her body language. The way she patted the sofa for Kaylin to sit up. The way she looked at me.

"That was amazing! Thank you," said Kaylin looking at both us with her hand on her heart.

"Told you he was good. Now it's my turn," said Cat.

My wife turned to face me.

"I want to suck your cock."

I stood up and let Cat remove my trousers. She always liked to do it herself. My dick stood at attention. He was a well-trained soldier. I had been hard for a while and was in desperate need of some attention myself. Kaylin's face was still flushed and she watched intently as Cat took my penis quickly into her expert mouth.

One thing I can say about Cat is that she is a Blowjob Goddess. There is no other woman that I have ever been with that even comes close to fellatio skills that my wife possesses. Some girls act like bouncing up and down really quickly or spitting a lot is hot. But really it's the measured increase in intensity combined by regular eye-contact and an attractive face that does it for me and my wife fulfilled all of my ideal blowjob criteria.

She swirled her tongue like she was tasting fine wine and breathed in my pubes like she wanted to swallow me whole. Sometimes she did exactly that, going all the way down, but only for the briefest moment at first, returning to lick my cockhead, and then going down again for longer periods until she stayed down on me for what felt like forever, holding my dick down her throat.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum," I said, very much in the mood to unload.

To my surprise, Cat, who loved it when I came in her mouth, suddenly stopped.

"Wait," she said, "you need to fuck Kaylin first."

Cat got up and repositioned her friend like some sort of sexy mannequin, bending Kaylin over the sofa in the very spot on which I had just given her one of the best orgasms of her life. I was still hard, Kaylin was still wet, and so slipping inside her was as delightful as it was effortless.

A certain peace came over me then. I realised that I had been nervous, not just the excitement you feel whenever you have sex, but really afraid. But being inside Kaylin while making out with my wife make me feel loved. It made me feel safe. I felt truly calm and happy then as though this is exactly where I was meant to be in that moment and exactly what I was meant to be doing.

Kaylin's vagina was magnificent which helped a lot. She felt smooth yet textured, welcoming yet somehow slightly resistant in a way that made you want to break that resistance down and open her up. I was the sun and she was a flower and our love making was the spring after long winters of desire that had been put on ice.

I started off slowly, making love, allowing her to get used to my size, my tempo, my shape. But after a while we were just fucking and I had two hands on her hips and my wife's nipple in my mouth. It was animalistic. Honest. Beautiful. The room was filled with the sound of our breath and my thighs slapping against Kaylin's shapely ass.

I told my wife that I needed to come, looking for approval.

She shook her head.

"Make her cum, then you can come inside me."

Fair enough.

I slowed down to regain my composure. My wife stepped back to give me some space, but then she leaned in and whispered something in her friend's ear and Kaylin started cumming.

I couldn't hear what exactly Cat was saying except for snippets.

Something about "my husband's dick" and "you little whore".

Whatever Cat was telling Kaylin, it was working, and perhaps the little thrill you feel when someone whispers softly in your ear was just the nudge she needed to go over the edge.

I kept my tempo consistent to avoid ejaculation but that only seemed to make Kaylin come even harder. As though her body was compensating for my own lack of enthusiasm, cumming harder in a desperate attempt to induce me to do so myself.

"Oh my fucking God! I'm cumming so fucking hard!" cried Kaylin, who looked like she was going to laugh. Like it was amusing to her that she could even cum this powerfully. Like it was funny to realise something that should have been so obvious.

Cat was already bent over right next to Kaylin, mimicking her pose exactly for when I pulled out. But I stayed in long enough for Kaylin to enjoy every tremor of her climax with my comforting size still inside her, fulfilling her emotionally, and psychically, just like she wanted.

After just a moment of fresh air, which readied my dick for its next adventure, I was back inside another hot vagina. My wife's pussy felt familiar but also different. As though penetrating her after Kaylin had given me something to compare. Made it feel new again.

I really loved my wife and there was something comforting about having sex with her. I didn't need to perform because this wasn't an audition. I already had the part. I could just relax. Go with my instincts and because I'd eaten pussy, received an incredible blowjob and fucked my wife's best friend into a stupor, it wasn't long before I was ejaculating deep inside my wife.

"That's it, baby, come inside mommy's pussy," said Cat, playing a familiar role.

I duly obliged.

Kayline and I had done whatever Cat asked that night. She had called the shots. She pulled the trigger. I came powerfully inside my wife's vagina, coating her depths with love and appreciation for the experience she had given me. There was just a hint of longing in my balls for something else, for the chance to fill Kaylin instead, and see how that might have felt.

These two feeling mingled pleasurably inside me. The comfort and gratitude I felt towards my wife and the longing and excitement I felt knowing I had been so close to inseminating Kaylin right there in front of her.

I wasn't sure if this was a one time thing. The wine. The moonlight. It didn't really matter. I was deeply satisfied as a man. Deeply appreciative of the opportunity I had been given to have sex with two beautiful women that I loved.