My dreams gave me away. I had no idea it was happening. I’d remembered the dreams themselves, and they were wild and salacious. The kind of highly charged, erotic fantasies I hadn’t had in a long time, not since I’d married Joaquim. I was still very attracted to my sweet and sensual husband. But sex dreams were, I’d thought, entirely in my past.

Apparently not. For a week straight, I woke up with wispy memories of grappling bodies, searching hands, knowing mouths and plunging cocks. And there I was in the mix, getting my pussy reamed and giving in to every carnal desire and erotic whim. I didn’t recall the faces or figures I was dreaming about or any one person in particular.

But I’d later realize I was fantasizing about one particular hunk.

I felt a little guilty about... Leer Más