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 the dreams and didn’t say anything to Joaquim, not that he’d ever been the jealous type. But my subconscious was behaving like a cock-struck girl, and it embarrassed me — even when those dreams left me feeling lusciously spent or even better, all revved up for my husband, who I more than once pounced on in the morning.

It was after one of these morning hookups that Joaquim said to me casually over breakfast: “So, which Mark are you dreaming about? The one from my office or somebody else?”

I nearly spat out my coffee. With his words, something locked into place in my head. I realized with a shock that my dream lover had been someone specific. And Joaquim had just said it. Mark from his job. Mark, the studly specimen. Mark, who I was evidently very eager to fuck. But how did Joaquim know?

Across the table, my husband chuckled.

“You’ve been saying the name, in between your moanings and thrashings. The first time I woke up to you doing that, it was a serious turn-on — I’m not going to lie. You were writhing around, groaning. I sat up and jerked off, watching you. I hope that’s OK.”

Joaquim. So easygoing. So accommodating. I love that man. But I was still hot with embarrassment. I’d been calling out Mark’s name — Jesus!

“I’m so sorry!” I blurted out. I kept apologizing, even as I admitted it was his Mark who’d invaded my dreams.

Joaquim just nodded, calmly munching on a slice of toast, and then dropped a bombshell: “Mark’s hot for you, too. You know that, right?”

It was one more shock. I sat there stunned and mute.

“He’s told me he’d love to fuck you,” Joaquim continued. He gazed at me silently for a moment. “Would you like that, love? I could set it up. A special date night.”

That was how it started, that insane conversation over breakfast. My first takeaway from our talk was my overwhelming love for my husband. I couldn’t imagine another wedded couple in such a situation. Joaquim was offering to set me up with another man. He also made it clear he didn’t need to be in the room to watch us.

The excitement for him, he said, was just knowing I would be fulfilling a deep-set fantasy of my own. Throughout our marriage he had always prioritized my desires.

But did I actually want to fuck his coworker Mark? Yes, Mark was a hottie. Yes, the few times I’d met him he’d given off an alluring vibe. He’d seemed assertive without being pushy, and my subconscious must have interpreted that as sexually desirable. I’d guessed he would be...forceful. In bed. If I were to go to bed with him.

Not that Joaquim was sexually meek. It was only that he was hypersensitive to my own moods and whims. He knew what I wanted the instant I did, and he provided.

What, though, would it be like to be surprised by a lover?

One final dream helped me make up my mind. This time, I was halfway aware that I was dreaming while it was happening. Mark was there, all right, and we were tussling away, naked bodies entwined. He was pounding my pussy, and I was crying out, louder and louder.

I woke up as I climaxed in my mind, orgasmic energy swamping my consciousness. I was sitting up, with my fingers clawing at the sheets and Mark’s name on my lips.

I turned, and there was Joaquim, propped on an elbow. He was smiling at me. Instead of embarrassment, this time I felt only flooding desire. I yanked him on top of me.

“Finish what Mark started!” I told him, and my lovely husband proceeded to fuck me silly and get us both off.

When we were done, I whispered, “I’d like that date, sweetheart.”

So he set it up.

Mark would pay me a call at our home, while Joaquim was at the office. Mark would be sent out on an “assignment.”

I waited at our place. Everything felt unreal and intensely exciting.

When Mark rang the bell and I opened the door, the solid reality of him was undeniable. So was his smoldering masculine presence.

“Lovely to see you, Julie,” he said.

He waited for me to invite him in — or to put the kibosh on the whole thing.

I invited him in, and he took over right away, suggesting, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

My flesh tingled, and my pussy was already making its damp self known. I led Mark down the hallway, and once we were in the room, he said, “Strip for me.”

The breath left my lungs. Again, though, he wasn’t belligerent, just assertive. I unfastened my blouse with shaky fingers and shimmied off my skirt. Then I hesitated, delaying the removal of my bra until he said, “Show me those tits.”

I unsnapped my bra and skimmed off my panties. I stood naked before him, feeling the air kiss every centimeter of my skin. Excitement nearly overwhelmed me.

Mark nodded in approval, thrilling me further. He took his time removing his own clothes, pausing at the last moment — but not out of hesitation. Instead, he was building up my anticipation for his cock. I could see it bulging in his boxers. Everything in me wanted to scream: Show me, show me!

Then he pulled out his erection, and it was literally the cock I’d been dreaming about.

“I need your mouth,” he said. “Get on the bed, on hands and knees.”

I obeyed him, facing the foot of the bed. As he approached me, I let my jaw hang open, waiting for him to slip his meat into my mouth.

He stood before me, and the extreme close-up view of his cock was awesome. Its head was dark and seemed especially thick, and I could see all the little veins lining his shaft.

He slid the swollen cockhead over my lips, and I swirled my tongue around him. I closed my lips around his crown and felt the girth of him against the roof of my mouth. Then I sucked my way down his staff.

His hand dropped onto the top of my head. In a rush, I plunged my mouth all the way down on him, taking his cockhead into my throat. I applied firm suction to his rod. It had been years since I’d had a cock in my mouth that didn’t belong to my husband. Joaquim loved my oral ministrations, but I didn’t know if Mark would feel the same way.

But he let me know he did.

“That’s so good, Julie.” His fingers tightened in my hair. “I’m going to fuck your face.”

And he proceeded to do just that. His hips rocked, and his shaft went in and out of my mouth. His flavor filled my senses. He picked up speed, fucking me with a bit more force, and his balls slapped my chin. I took him all the way to the base, every time.

I wondered if he would come in my mouth. I was totally prepared to let him. But eventually he pulled away, his cock glistening with spit as he said, “You’re a hell of a cocksucker.”

I loved his dirty talk. My pussy was on fire.

“Lie back,” he said. “I want to eat you.”

Again, I rushed to accommodate him, spreading my thighs. I watched eagerly as he got into place, his face hovering over my crotch. Hunger colored his handsome features. Joaquim was an expert cunt-licker. But Mark turned out to be an oral master. Or maybe it was just the confidence and assertive excitement he brought to the act. At any rate, I lay back amid a bubbling pool of ecstasy as his tongue lashed my cleft.

Arousal built and built in me. He flicked my swollen clit and suckled it harshly. As in my last dream, I found myself clawing at the sheets. My hips bucked beneath me, and my ass bounced clear off the mattress.

I moaned loudly, then my orgasm overtook me. I came hard against his mouth. He pulled away, and the evidence of my pleasure was shiny on his lips and chin.

I desperately wanted him to fuck me. But I would leave it up to him how he’d take me. I wanted not to know what was coming next.

“You’re going to ride me,” he said. He lay down on his back beside me, and there was no question in my mind that I would do as he desired.

I climbed up onto his muscular body and fitted his cock to my cunt. I lowered myself onto him, gasping as his dick penetrated me. I slammed down hard, and we were locked together, truly joined as lovers.

He gripped my waist and started forcefully bouncing me up and down on his bone. Pleasure rattled me with every plunge. When I rode my husband, it often felt like a dominant position. But in this case, I felt like Mark’s plaything, which suited me just fine!

He drove himself up into me, again and again. A vortex of pleasure churned through me, and after a minute or two, another violent climax overtook me.

That apparently signaled Mark to rearrange our bodies. He flipped me back onto my hands and knees. He hurried in behind me. I was primed, supercharged in fact. His cock plunged deep into me, his hands closing over the globes of my ass.

He fucked me like a madman — without any further preliminaries, without any restraint. Our bodies smacked loudly together. He groaned obscenities I could barely make out. I was rushing toward a third shattering climax, and I wanted to share it with Mark.

“I’m gonna shoot my jizz!” he shouted.

We came together in a fiery, sensual crescendo, and I had my husband to thank for the whole experience.