A Dream Fulfilled — Part 1

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A Dream Fulfilled — Part 1

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He woke up to a disorienting noise — a shriek, almost — that left him feeling out of place. The rough weave of the couch prickled his beard. There was a residual smell of cleaning solution and sanitizers. The room was dark except for one bright lamp in the corner that momentarily blinded him.

He remembered he was celebrating his anniversary with his wife. They came back to the hotel after dinner and drinks. Ann was taking a long bath and he had sat on the couch to rest his eyes.

Had his wife found his porn stash?

“Oh, yes, fuck me so hard with that cock,” said a familiar voice. “Fuck me, baby, fuck me.”

Two blurred images hovering over the bed finally came into focus. Ann was facing him, crouched over another man on the bed. She was humping him but with a lot of help. The man’s big hands were literally gripping her ass as he tensed his biceps and took her on a long ride up his big cock and then dropped the cushion of her ass onto his steely stomach.

Slap, slap, slap.

Her outfit looked even better than he imagined it could. She had a black fishnet bodysuit attached to a choker. The fishnet sometimes chafed her nipples so she had put on X-shaped pasties over her fat nipples. The bodysuit opened at the crotch and she was wearing a crotchless pair of black panties that were stretched wide by the black cock.

Ann slowed down. “Oh honey, you’re awake,” she said. “We have a visitor.”

Craig walked up to Ann and she gave him a sloppy kiss. They embraced and he looked down to make eye contact with Jason, or at least that was the name he recalled.

What’s the proper way to address a cuckold?

“Hey,” said Jason, waving awkwardly. Craig waved awkwardly back.

“Is this OK?” Ann whispered into his ear. He didn’t answer, squeezing her breasts in his jealous hands until she moaned.

He couldn’t be mad at her. He was partly to blame. He was a big talker with no follow-through, until tonight.

They had med Jason four or five hours earlier at a restaurant near their hotel. Jason was walking away from their table after dropping off their appetizers.

“Oh my God,” she said. “I finally recognize him.”

“Who is it?” said Craig.

“His charming smile and those dreamy brown eyes,” she said.

“Nope,” he said.

“His rocking thighs?” she said.

Craig looked perplexed.

“His firm buttocks?” she said.

“Buttocks?” he repeated.

Her eyes remained fixated on Jason as her tongue absorbed the salt on the rim of her Margarita glass. “He played Hans-Peter,” she said. “You know, he was the Nutcracker!”

Craig had nearly forgotten about the Christmas performance they had attended a few weeks back but it was still vivid in Ann’s mind. Craig recalled how Ann couldn’t stop talking about the men’s tights as if it was some kind of scandal. It had seemed like she was complaining at the time.

“Didn’t you ask if I thought it was appropriate for the kids to ‘pretty much see everything’ in those tights?” he said.

“I mean, he has a large cock,” she said, this time without a hint of a complaint. “They were raving about it from the balcony.”

“We weren’t in the balcony.”

“I know, I’m just…”

“How are we doing over here?” asked Jason.

“Oh… great,” said Craig.

“My husband doesn’t believe you played Hans-Peter in the Nutcracker,” said Ann. Craig rolled his eyes at the exaggeration.

“Well, I hate to call a customer out when he’s wrong,” said Jason, putting his hand on Ann’s shoulder. “But I’m sure you can break it to him gently.”

“That’s so cool,” said Ann, whose huge smile caused her skin to wrinkle around her big blue eyes.

“You were…the show was, so hot,” she said. “I mean, it was, it was such a thoughtful adaptation of a worn-out Russian story. I love that they cast a black American in a lead role. It was transformed not just into an American story but a universal one. A more inclusive Christmas party that we call life, so to speak.”

“Wow!” said Jason. “I’m glad you got so much out of it.”

Craig hated feeling the need to sound smart when he was trying to enjoy himself but he was feeling too quiet. “And the choreography was truly brilliant,” he said

“Oh, thanks man,” said Jason. “You know, I loved the Nutcracker growing up. My uncle would always razz me at Christmas. ‘Why are you watching those cracker nuts in tights,’ he would say.”

“Cracker nuts,” said Ann, chuckling. “It’s been adapted in more ways than one.”

“You’re trying to get me in trouble. I’d tell you more but the owner of this place is a real hard ass. He’s docked my pay before,” said Jason, pausing. “He’s my Dad.”

“Are you working late?” asked Ann.

Craig nearly choked on his French onion soup.

“Well, for another hour but then I have rehearsals for a couple hours,” he said. “You guys enjoying a night on the town?”

“We’re celebrating our anniversary,” said Craig.

“Congratulations,” said Jason. “How many years?”

“Guess,” said Ann.

“With that smile, you must be newlyweds,” he said.

“Hah,” she said. “Somewhere between that and 15 years. It was a good excuse for a getaway. We’re actually staying at the hotel across the street.”

“Oh, that’s a great place. Sometimes I get drinks there after rehearsals,” said Jason. “Maybe I’ll see you later.”

“Maybe,” said a beaming Ann.

“Well, it was a pleasure serving you,” he said, handing off the check. Ann snatched it from his hands. “The pleasure is ours,” she said.

“He needs a big tip,” she told Craig as Jason scooted to another table. He could see Ann was blushing as she drew a smiley face on the bill and jotted down a flirtatious note that might have ended with a few Xs and Os.

The saw Jason on the way out and he gave Ann a hug. Craig got a firm handshake.

They took a walk around town for a few hours. Ann seemed lost in a daydream. When they finally arrived back at the hotel, Ann scanned the bar and checked her watch.

“Do you want to sit down for a drink?” said Craig.

She paused and feigned disinterest. Yet she sat down quickly in a seat facing the entrance. They engaged in small talk and Craig could tell she had something on her mind.

“This feels too uncomplicated,” she said. “But in a good way.”

“What do you mean?” he said.


“What about him?”

“Well, what if he comes for a drink? Younger hot guy. Flirtatious. We’re away from home. No drama.”

“You might be underestimating my capacity for drama,” said Craig, smiling.

“Oh, I don’t think so. Even the remote possibility makes me nervous as hell.” Her hands were indeed jittery.

“If he shows up and drinks with us and things get, I don’t know, would we invite him up?”

“I don’t know.”

“Would we have a good excuse?”

“He really knew his wines. We could woo him with that $100 bottle of pinot your uncle gave us.”

Ann liked the idea. But as the clock ticked away and the vodka tonics came a little too sweet, he saw the anticipation slip from Ann’s face.

“This is ridiculous,” she said. “I’m like 15 years older than him. We should go get some use out of that expensive hotel room.”

“It’s your call,” he said.

“Just waiting here has made me so wet. Let’s go up.”

Craig had a bag of anniversary presents for Ann. She was going to take a long bath and try out some of the tub toys he bought her and then try on some new lingerie. Craig sat on the couch and picked up the business section of the newspaper. Slowly, he dozed off.

There was a knock at the door as Ann was getting out of the tub.

“Craig, can you get that?” she said. “Craig?”

A louder knock came.

“Craig!” she said.

Still nothing.

She came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe and opened the door. A visitor at this hour was strange but she was still shocked to see Jason. He was wearing a tight gray t-shirt and track pants and still seemed to be dripping from a shower.

“Jason, what are you doing here?” she said.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting?” he said.

“Oh no, I’m just surprised. We were at the bar and didn’t see you.”

“A buddy of mine works down there. I described you and he said I just missed you and I felt bad. He told me where I could find you.”

Jason’s eyes drifted down Ann’s bathrobe. Ann hadn’t looked in the mirror to see how little the bathrobe did to hide what was underneath. The choker was tight around her neck and he saw her chest was wrapped in fishnet.

She looked down and immediately tried to cover as much as she could.

“Sorry, I should leave,” he said.

“No, don’t,” she said, grabbing his arm. “Come in. I’m sure you could use a drink after rehearsals. We were just about to open a nice bottle of wine.”

They walked in and saw Craig asleep on the couch. “How rude,” she said.

Jason sat down on the bed and Ann uncorked a bottle of red, pouring it into the one big wine glass they had in the room. He took a slow sip and handed her the glass. She downed the rest and poured another, sitting down next to him.

As the wine flowed, Ann was getting looser with her questions. “How do you not get excited in front of those adoring crowds, the dancers,” she said.

“Oh, it’s exciting,” he said.

“No, I mean, like when you are holding up a dancer over your head and you see right up her tutu.”

“I guess,” he laughed. “You know, they’re kind of like baby dolls. Not really my type. So usually I stay out of trouble.”

Ann’s bathrobe was starting to unravel but she didn’t bother to fix it. She raised the glass to Jason’s lips and slowly tipped the wine into his mouth.

“Usually?” she said.

She put her hand on his leg and slowly pushed off his knee to stand up. The bathrobe slid to the floor.

“Are you going to stay out of trouble tonight?” she said.

“Not looking like it,” said Jason, who leaned back to marvel at the view of a hotwife spinning around in fishnet. On her last spin, she put her arms around Jason’s neck and bent down with her mouth open for a wet kiss. Jason kissed his way up to Ann’s ear and slid his tongue around her dangling earrings.

“Should we wake up your husband?” he said.

“He’ll wake up eventually,” she said. “I get loud.”

To be continued in Part 2:

A Dream Fulfilled — Part 2

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About the Author

I earned my pen name from my missus for my tireless efforts to find her the best sex toys, porn, and erotica, including my own hand-crafted smut. I eventually started to write about our dirty project, publishing on a variety of platforms. Follow me on Twitter to get all my latest updates.

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