Surely It Was Just a Dream
Copyright© 2025 by SLUTWIFESARAH
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A slutty wife has an unusually real dream. Or does she?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Reluctant Heterosexual Mystery Cream Pie Oral Sex
My husband Ted and I had started to dabble with the swinging scene, following an experience on holiday when I first became a slut wife however, to date it had all been quite planned, controlled and above all safe. However my mind and to some degree my body seemed to be craving even more of the rough treatment and taboo sex acts that I enjoyed being in slut wife mode, which was almost a polar opposite of our home sex life.
Ted had been away and I found myself looking at some of the porn sites, that Ted and I enjoyed together, by myself, usually with a bit, ok a lot, of alcohol involved and ultimately I would end up pleasuring myself with “Big Max”, the ten inch dildo Ted had bought me to replace the origional 8 inch “Max” he bought me as an earlier present, something to pleasure myself in his absence. As well as porn sites I also looked at some of the swinging sites Ted and I had become familiar with and I had gone as far as going on cam with a couple of guys using “Big Max” on myself as I watched them wank off. I had shared these experiences with Ted and he was all in favour of it telling me I could do whatever I wanted as long as I was careful and told him.
One night after such a sequence of events I fell off to sleep and had the weirdest dream...
I was out on a younger colleagues hen party, I probably wouldn’t have gone if Ted hadn’t been out of the country with work, and as such the crowd were all a little younger than I. Doing my best to fit in I wore a short skirt, no stockings as it was summer and my long legs were nicely tanned, and a tight fitting top, which, although I say so myself, showed off my D cup tits quite nicely. I completed the ensemble with a little button up, cream coloured, jacket, which more than anything would protect my modesty if I chose to.
The night was great, lots of dancing and drinking but despite my best efforts I soon found keeping up with the younger crowd tough going so around midnight decided to call it a night. I left the club we were in and saw just the one taxi outside. I asked the driver if he was free and he was. Before getting in I realised the cool night air had the effect of making me need a pee but was worried that if I went back into the club I would miss the chance of a ride so quickly. It was probably only a twenty five minute journey home and I convinced myself that I could wait. So into the taxi I climbed, practically giving the driver a full view of my panties as I flopped back on the rear seat.
As we drove we chatted and it was clear he was making full use of his rear view mirror to eye me up, the fact he was a lot younger than me, made me smile and tingle inside a little that I was being lusted over. However maybe only five minutes into the journey I realised that the movement of the car, and the pressure of the seatbelt across my abdomen really brought on my need to pee. “I’m sorry about this but I really need to pee. Do you know anywhere on the way?” I asked the young driver.
He rolled his eyes and little but after a pause he said, “Well yes there are some public toilets a small diversion away but they are a bit rough.”
“Its ok! I’m desperate. I don’t want to pee in your cab! So if we can go that would be great. I’ll give you a good tip.” I replied with some gratitude.
We turned off the main road onto a smaller one and a few minutes later the driver announced, “we’re here. I hope you have some tissues as there wont be any paper.” Thankfully I did so I fumbled in my bag for them. As I did so I looked at the dimly lit toilet building and could only see one entrance. The driver noticed me looking and said, “the ladies was closed off a couple of weeks ago for repair. There aren’t any cars about but if someone comes along I’ll tell them to hold off until you come out.”
“Thanks! Although I’m that desperate I’ll be in and out in a flash!” I replied. Almost as soon as I walk into the toilets the stench of stale piss hits me and as I walk across the damp, grimy concrete floor I make a mental note to wash the bottom of my shoes off when I get home. On one wall there is a metal trough type urinal in which several cigarette butt’s were discarded and a sink which looked like ones hands would be dirtier after washing them, water dripped from the pipe beneath, hence the damp floor, although the smell made me think that water isn’t the only fluid that has been spilled onto the cigarette butt littered floor. On the opposite wall there is a line of three toilet stalls, the door to one of which is closed, out of order, I assumed. I quickly step into one of them and annoyingly see the lock is broken so I go to the other available one to find the same situation. “Oh fuck! Well at least the taxi driver is outside!” I say to myself, in my head.
My urge to pee is briefly staved off by the sight of the toilet, there isn’t a seat and the porcelain pan is stained with splashes and drips of stale piss. “Fuck! Men are disgusting!” I mutter as I grab a couple of tissues and wipe it down. I’m not totally happy but I can barely hold my bladder any longer so I quickly pull down my thong panties and sit. As soon as my ass hits the cold porcelain my bladder releases a waterfall of pee so strong I chuckle and think that the bloody taxi driver could probably hear it. “Oooohhhhh! Jeeesus!” I sigh out loud as the relief washes over me and my head bows forward and my eyes close, as my body relaxes, freed from the strain of holding my bladder.
Suddenly there is a noise, a shuffling of feet and before I can wonder who it is the door to the toilet stall swings open. I lift my head in horror and he’s standing there. Not the taxi driver. It’s another man, a stranger. He’s unshaven and unkempt, dressed in scruffy clothes, including a long coat, which he is holding closed with his hands in the pockets. “Well! Well! Hello pretty thing!” He grunts as he leers at me, his grey eyes staring into my soul. I freeze. I want to jump up but my ass seems welded to the cold toilet pan. He takes a step forward and opens his coat and I see it. His cock, probably not more than six inches long, but thick, as thick as a beer can, the thickest cock I’ve ever seen, for real or even in a porn video. The head is like a giant plum and dripping with pre cum. He takes another step forward, he’s inches away and his body odour almost makes me gag. As he stepped forward my eyes, which have become fixed on his groin are drawn to his huge ball sack which swayed as he moved, hanging down below his fat cock. His grubby, cold, boney hand lifts my head and he grins as I stare at him. “Suck it!” He scowls at me.
I feel powerless to move. He isn’t very big. I could probably push him over but my panties around my ankles would prevent me from running. If I screamed the taxi driver might not even hear me. I felt helpless but another emotion was beginning to wash over me. Lust! My eyes glazed and stared. That fat cock. Would it fit in my mouth? Surely not. The dripping pre cum. Would it taste sweet as normal or stale and acrid from this old tramp. As my brain scrambled with thoughts and emotions, trying to work out what to do the decision was taken from me. Another half step by the tramp and his cock head hit my lips, his precum dripping onto my chin and before I realised my instinct and my lust for sucking cock, something I loved, took over and my lips sucked the big head of the tramps cock between them.
The first taste of his pre cum as it flowed onto my tongue was strange, not sweet, kind of bitter, but like a bitter drink that one may have as an aperitif. My tongue darted, snake like, in and out of his big piss slit, lapping up the bitter tasting fluid and he groaned, “Aaaaawwwww! Yeeaaahhh! Baby! That’s it! That’s beautiful!” His appreciation spurred me on and swirled my tongue around the big head, licking all around the cheesy ridge, sucking on the head, his pre cum, almost spurting into my mouth. I was gone. I wanted his fat cock deep in my mouth and I cupped his big ball sack, pulling it towards me, urging him to push his cock deeper into my mouth. He pulled back, away from me and I looked up at him a feeling of loss in my eyes. He grinned and said,”You love that don’t you. You want old Joe’s big cock don’t you pretty thing?”
“Yess!” I murmured as my heart beat felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. My breathing rapid making my breast heave with every breath.