Chapter 7

Charles’s eyes were glazed, and he blinked as if confused. Then he grinned happily as he saw his wife curled on her flank beside him and realized what had inspired his dream.

Her lips were streaked with thick slime, and Charles didn’t have to ask what she had done. Claire wasn’t the best housekeeper in the world, and she had been known to cheat on him from time to time, but things like this made it all worth while.

“Thanks,” he muttered.

“My pleasure,” she replied. “It was a lovely drink.”

She snuggled up beside him. His cock was still standing tall. One wet dream had scarcely diminished his ardor.

“Was it a nice dream?” she asked.

“It sure was.”

She placed her open hand on his lean belly, massaging him a slow, circular movement, ignoring his cock for the moment. His standing fuckrod pulsed and his balls began to recharge themselves immediately. He reached across to fondle her tits.

“Tell me about it,” Claire urged.

Charles frowned and Claire looked surprised. He had always told her the details of his wet dreams whenever she had sucked him off as he slept, in the past. She wondered why he was looking hesitant and reluctant now? Had he been having an affair, maybe, and dreamed about his lover? Claire, unfaithful herself, didn’t give a shit if Charles fucked other women, but she wanted to know about it if he did. She was intrigued now by his frown and his hesitation.

Her hand slid down and held his prick, stroking very gently up and down, knowing full well how to deal with him.

“Tell me, darling,” she said.

“I-maybe I better not-”

“It was just a dream, for fuck’s sake. I want to know what you were dreaming about when you creamed in my mouth.”

Charles looked sheepish. He shrugged, then grinned. “Well, yeah-it was just a dream,” he said, sounding somewhat wistful. Then a look of passion came over him, as he recalled that dream.

“I-I dreamed that Bonny was sucking my cock,” he said.

Charles looked closely at his sexy wife, to see how she was reacting to the news that his dream had been incestuous.

“Oooooh!” Claire moaned, thrilled to the core by his confession-and also by the fact that Bonny too, had heard those words!

And Bonny had almost fainted.

Her legs had gone weak, and if she hadn’t been supported-at the crotch by her brother’s caressing hand, she might have dropped to her knees. She had been yearning for her daddy’s cock, and finding out that he had dreamed about her as he shot his wad made her dizzy with desire.

Jimmy too, was thrilled, and his mighty cock thundered violently in his sister’s hand as she stroked him.

Seeing that Claire was not angry-far from it-Charles was encouraged to continue. He paused, recalling his dream, then said, “I was taking a shower and Bonny came into the bathroom. I’d been soaping my cock and balls and had a hard-on, and when she saw it she smiled at me and knelt down in the shower stall and began to suck my cock. I tried to stop her, but it was a silent dream and I couldn’t speak. I pushed her head away, but then I couldn’t help myself and I pulled her head right back onto my cock and fucked her in the mouth. When I creamed, she gulped it all down and then-I think I was going to fuck her cunt next, but I woke up,” he ended, with a wry grin.

“Christ, that makes me hot,” Claire whispered.

“You aren’t mad?”

“Hell, no! It turns me on!”

“It was only a dream, of course. I’d never do anything wicked like that in real life.”

“Wouldn’t you?” Claire asked, tilting an eyebrow. “I’ll bet that you’d like to, though.”

Knowing that Bonny was overhearing this conversation, Claire was determined to make it as erotic as possible. Charles looked shocked and didn’t reply. In fact, Charles would have loved to fuck and suck with his nubile daughter, and he had often jerked off while thinking about her. Sometimes, when he was fucking his wife, he pretended that she was Bonny, too. Now he blushed slightly and remained silent.

“Ummmm?” said Claire tauntingly. “Wouldn’t you just love to shove your prick in her tight little pussy?”

“Well, I never would, but, hell yes! That sexy little mini drives me mad, sometimes,” he admitted. “When she walks around the house half naked, my cock gets hard as a bone. Sometimes, if you aren’t home, I have to go into the bathroom and beat my meat.”

Claire was imagining just what reaction this talk must be having in Bonny. She had never known before that her husband shared the same incestuous inclinations that she had.