I had to acknowledge that my urge to get fucked in the ass had become profound. But we hadn't been getting along and our sex life fell off. We'd been married for 13 years and I'd never questioned my sexuality. The dreams became less intense but my fantasies became more realistic. Always me getting fucked and cummed in, often by a bunch of guys, always in some sleazy situation.Īfter the incident I started jerking off regularly. Varied in their particulars but alarming in their consistency. The dreams had become increasingly frequent. She raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. I cleaned up as much of the mess as I could with my t-shirt and washed the sheets the next day. I froze except for my still twitching cock. The first shot drenching the sheet and the rest made a huge mess on my stomach. My underwear was down and my 6.5' cock spurted. 'unh unh unh,' I woke to hear myself saying as I jerked myself awake. Suddenly he gushed cum, which ran down both my legs in rivulets as he emptied an impossibly big load inside me. 'fill my hole with your cum.' He pumped faster, pressing his infinite weight on my back. The cock inside me felt a thousand miles wide and a million miles long.
