Chapter 4

Anne slid under the blanket at ten after doing some chores and didn’t wake Nathan. In any other day she would curl into Nathan’s warm hands. But today her mind disagreed.

Today is warm. It’ll be uncomfortable.

The buttplug sat inside her ass, It was a requirement of Anne now to think straight. otherwise the itch in her ass will drive her mad. And of course, Her thoughts said she was getting better. And the vibrator was used frequently when Nathan’s not home, It eased the throb in her pussy. but she had noticed that after some time period the urge was coming back more stronger. And that time period had getting more and more smaller from the day she used it.

This is for Nathan. Because if I look distracted and sick. And that will make him worry. I’m using vibrator is for my family.

Few hours into the Ann’s sleep and the dream was different that night.

Before, the man had only ever been a cock. rest of him was in dark. A thick cock that took her in every position her sleeping mind could invent, while his hands pinned her juicy ass and spanked her and played with the buttplug. She had woken wet and throbbing every time, and told herself it was just the buttplug, the itch, anything. And anytime she tried to concentrate on his face, he just fucked her harder and harder that made Anne’s eyes roll up and that concentration diluted in her throat as a raw animal moan.

Tonight Anne saw the hands, and a chest against her back, and a smell, strong coffee and hot electronics smell. And a voice.

He put her on her hands and knees first, in her and Nathan’s bed and that made it worse. Then he dragged the head of his cock slowly between her pussy lips, not pushing in, just letting her feel the size of it.

Of course it wasn’t Nathan’s cock. She knew the difference immediately, the way you know a stranger’s hand on your shoulder. Nathan was five inches and comfortable, ten years of affectionate sex, and she had never once complained. The thing sliding against her now was almost twice as thick and much longer too. Her body knew it from all the other dreams, but her pussy got wet and swollen open without any complaint.

“Look at this slut. Oh my...” the voice said behind her. “Dripping already, and I haven’t even touched your clit.” She felt the voice is familiar. But not Alex of course.

But i Know it from somewhere.

“Please don’t,” she whispered, and her hips pushed back toward him anyway, hating herself.

“There she is. There’s my good girl.”

“I’m married. I’m a good...”

“Yeah a good slut...” he said with a laugh, and pushed in.

He pushed in slow, The thick head spread her open wider than Nathan ever had, wider than anything, a slow burning stretch that made her grip the sheets and moan into the pillow. And he just kept going. Inch after inch, deeper than Nathan had ever reached, until she felt him nudging a place inside her that had never once been touched, and dream-Anne heard herself whine into the cotton.

Then He pulled almost all the way out, until only the head was inside her, and then pushed back in with one long deliberate stroke, and her whole body jolted. Her tits swung. Her arms shook. She was already close to come and he knew it, and she knew that he knew, and that was the worst part.

“Nathan never fills you like this, does he.”

“No,” she gasped. And then, Dreams are out of control as Anne knew. And it was her only relief. “never.”