Dream lover

Imagine a very short, very lovely young woman. She was not quite five feet tall, fully developed, beautifully proportioned, pleasantly fleshy, with masses of shiny blue-black hair coiled neatly onto her head.

She was lying on the bed with my husband and I, all of us fully clothed, me in between the two of them with my head on his chest. He'd arranged a lovely surprise for her, but it was ruined one night, so he had it arranged again, and when it turned out to be the amusing kind of lovely surprise rather than the romantic kind of lovely surprise, she was heartbroken, upset. She got up, walked around the bed so that she was next to my husband, crying, screaming curses at us, telling us we didn't really care about her. She started walking away from the bed, and we both reached our arms out to her.

"Shhh, don't," we both said, our hands somehow reaching her at the same time, pulling her toward us, knowing storming away was never the answer, that we needed to talk. We pulled her into the crook of his arm, and I took his other arm from around me and curled it lovingly over her, where his hand then stroked her head as we both crooned soothing things to her. "There, doesn't that feel like love?" I asked her as he gazed at her face, smoothing the hair from her forehead gently while I stroked her calves.

After she calmed down and started purring, we undressed her slowly, until she was completely nude there in his arms, and we stroked her soft skin, kissed her everywhere until she was panting.

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My husband was sitting upright in the middle of the bed, this lovely young lady bent over his lap, humping away at his thigh where it emerged from his shorts while I stroked her hair and shoulders and he stroked her ass and thighs, spanking her lightly, occasionally dipping a finger into liberal amounts of lubrication she was producing and rubbing her clit.

She started vibrating, convulsing, and then she started screaming, so loudly, over and over. We both panicked and started to move her off of him, but she gasped out "No, no, no no don't stop," and I realized that those were orgasmic screams and so we put her back and continued on. Her screams resumed until she was completely spent, and she lay gasping, a puddle of orgasmic bliss. We curled around her, a set of parentheses meeting at head and foot, and stroked her lovingly until she came back to her senses.

We made plans to meet for dinner later.

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So erotic, and we never removed our clothes.

I do not know what this sort of dream means. Maybe faerie will come along and enlighten us!

My husband said perhaps I shouldn't even post it as it's not at all like us, we don't play with others. But it's so hot, (well, to me anyway) how could I not share this with my buds?

Sex dreams

For the third night in a row, I had a sex dream.

This one was really, really weird, though.

We were in our bed like normal, except on the other side of me there was an angel. Perfect, sculpted, glowing hair, etc.

We were all naked.

I've been reading the book Good Omens (which is awesome, btw) and it has a demon and an angel in it, so possibly this is where the angel came from.

I had memories in the dream of the angel helping us out with some task, and coming to bed with us the night before, but being distracted by and having to go talk to a glowing light outside the window which I assumed was God. So this was the second night he'd come to bed with us.

I got the impression that this angel preferred men, so I did my best to not say anything, just touch him lightly, feather touches designed to give him chills. My husband had been stroking me and fell asleep pretty soon, not interested in the bed's other occupant.

The light appeared in the window again, and the angel turned his body in that direction as if to go, but somehow his legs were atop me and his body formed a cross with mine. I stroked his lower back, across his ass, his thighs. He groaned and arched upward into my touch. The light pulsed outside the window. I dipped my fingers between his cheeks to stroke across his sensitive bits there, and I used my other hand to circle his thick cock, which was just kind of bobbing there underneath him.

I just kept touching him like this for a long time, once in a while pressing a little kiss to his thigh. Eventually he got over me, himself, whatever, and he went to the light and disappeared.

My husband woke up, in the dream, and snuggled up to me while eyeing me suspiciously. "What did you guys do?" he asked, clearly expressing that he wouldn't approve of many things we could have done while he slumbered.

"I just touched him some." I responded.

"Huh, okay then."

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I'm not even sure I feel comfortable having had this dream! But having had this dream, I felt the need to share it.