So this morning I woke from a dream horny and hard but at the same time confused and feeling a bit vulnerable.
I shall attempt to piece it together.

Rewind 20 years to when things were going south between me and my ex. She was working as a barmaid at the Flowerpot in Derby. We’d had a discussion about her being allowed to snog guys at work if she felt like it and not being a jealous guy I was ok with that. Then it progressed to her going home with them and getting fucked, which if I’m honest I thought was kinda hot. I’d hoped she would tell me all about it. She was a hot goth chick so got lots of attention.
So it’s in this scenario the dream starts.
Left at home. Thinking about her getting railed by guys was getting me horny, I was stuck at home. The kids were in bed and out for the count. I had no friends at that time in Derby, just work colleagues so I was really at a loose end. Household tasks were done. I had a shower and went to the bedroom.
I opened the draw for a change of clothes and saw all of her sexy lingerie and was taken with the desire to wear it. I hadn’t done this since I was a teenager and found my mum's lingerie but the feelings swept over me of how nice stockings and panties felt on my skin. So I picked out some stockings, suspenders, panties and a corset to wear. I laid them out on the bed and looked at them, almost salivating at the prospect of doing this again after so long. I’d not had an opportunity like this in decades.
I slipped my dressing gown off and hooked it on the back of the door. I slipped my foot into the first stocking, revelling in the feel of the sheer nylon and pulled it up my leg as the sensations of old rolled back into my head. OMG I’d forgotten how much I loved this. I eagerly slipped the other one up my leg and felt so naughty. I put on the suspender belt and hooked them up and then caught sight of them in the mirror, “delicious” I thought. I pulled on the silky red panties and tucked my cock into them making a cute bulge and admired the look in the mirror once again.
I smiled at myself and stroked my nylon bound legs enjoying the sensations before turning back to the bed and reaching for the corset. I struggled to get it on, they’re always a challenge right, eventually I got the better of it and felt the deliciousness of being forced into more feminine shape, curves in the right places. I looked in the mirror and wished that I had some real boobs to play with sensitive nipples that would drive me crazy when licked and sucked.
I put the radio on, and danced a little in front of the mirror, attempting to cavort in a sexy manner and not really managing it. Oh to have someone to show me the way and explore this side of me. I felt sexy in a way that I never normally did. The lingerie showcasing me as a sexual object. I wondered if I might be sexy enough to make a guy horny, how much fun it might be to tease them and make them hard.
My kinky friend had told me that girls and guys' asses were the same so if girls get pleasure from anal I would get the same pleasure. She’d been trying to talk me into getting pegged ( or the real thing ) for some time but the opportunity had never come to pass. In that moment looking in the mirror my brain began to soften on the idea of being submissive and finding out what it felt like, lifes for exploring experiences right ?
Then, just as I was lost in thought, and moving to the tune on the radio. The door opened, it was my wife. She was dressed in her full on sexy goth clothes ( she had found it got her better tips and it was a great excuse to go for it ). She stood, aghast, a look of horror on her face and frozen in the moment taking in what she saw. At first she was angry, angry that I was wearing her clothes, shocked that this was such an unexpected sight. She knew I was kinky, she knew I was adventurous, we’d had some fun exploits together. I was frozen too, neither of us spoke for a long time.
After a while, her expression softened. I could see a twinkle in her eye. I wasn’t sure if it was an evil one or a joyful one but at least it wasn’t angry.
She spoke after what seemed like an age. “How dare you get dressed in MY LINGERIE”. I died a little inside. She walked around me, I was still frozen, a lump in my throat to match the one in the panties I was sure. She paused behind me, she flicked the panties and cupped my ass with one hand and trailed fingers over the material as she withdrew. Out of my line of sight made her more terrifying somehow. My whole body sighed a little and I looked down feeling full of shame, lest i catch her eye and feel the weight of her disappointment in me.
She walked back around the front of me again. Stood square in front of me, and pushed m y chin up “look at me”. Another pause. “You did not have permission, these are my things”. “They are mine, to make ME sexy”. “Well” she paused for effect. “Now I know, and I’m in control, do you understand”. I managed to speak for the first time “I’m so sorry, I was bored and just”. She cut me off with a raised finger “I don’t care now, I caught you out”, “Now I shall do what I like”.
“ I’ll take it all off, I’m sorry”, She cut me off again, “no it’s too late for that I know now” she paused again “Now you’re in my control” She took out her phone and quickly took some photos of me. I was reeling still from all this sudden confrontation and she had photos of me before I realised she was taking them.
My mind was whirling, I felt nauseous and a little dizzy. I sat on the bed. “Sit on the floor,” she retorted. Then she took my place and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked down at me, then at the phone and the pictures she had just taken. She smirked, the first sign that she could see a funny side at least. I would still have to be very careful so this wouldn’t escalate. A few clicks on her phone, then a few more. Then her attention was back on me. “Take my panties off”. She looked at me sternly. I stood up to remove them, “Ah !, No ! You stay dressed like that until I say otherwise, you hear !” I must have looked confused, because, well, I was ! “Take MY panties off” she opened her legs and hitched up her skirt enough for me to see her panties, Red like mine, they were wet. I was confused now, but the view was amazing. I love seeing wet panties like that, I could smell the heat and excitement. I knelt in front of her and reached forward under her skirt, she eased her ass off the bed a little, enough for me to pull her knickers down her thighs and over her knees, they snagged on her gothic heel’s buckles and I lifted each foot in turn to free them. She opened her legs slowly, revealing her moist pussy, she leaned back a little, hitched up her skirt further and put her hand down to her juicy mound. She slowly circled her clit with one finger then pushed two slowly into herself, whilst looking straight at me. Then she removed her soaking fingers and pushed them into my mouth. I didn’t protest, I’ve always love the taste of pussy. I licked and sucked her fingers and she withdrew them and cupped the back of my head, pushing it towards her groin. I saw her phone on the bed, screen up. On it was a picture of me, under it was a message. “Look what I found when I got home ! Call me !”, My heart sank, shit this was gonna be serious after all. She pushed my head more firmly towards her by now very wet cunt. Her legs were now wider, opening up her pussy and she reclined to give better access whilst watching me, “maybe” I thought, “maybe if I really give her a good licking she might go easy on me”. I eagerly lapped and licked, sucked and nibbled. I dove my tongue in and around and soon enough her body seemed to soften and she let out a few moans. “You’re going to be my bitch now” she said “Don’t stop”
Then her phone rang, I stiffened as it went off, like an alarm had rung between my ears. She pushed my head back to her still sopping wet pussy.
“Yeah !” she murmured “He was like that when I got home, I guess he didn’t see the message about the power outage”, “anyway, the good news is that we don’t have to fuck at yours anymore and we have a plaything” She rolled her head back and laughed “ yeah, both of us”

“C’mon over”

That’s when I woke up.

What happened next could be interesting too, what do you think ?