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My husband is a dreamer, all the time captivated by his vivid fantasies. Recently, he stumbled upon the marvelous world of lucid dreaming. In these dreams, he has complete control over his actions and can indulge in any desire imaginable.

And his desires are no secret to me. He indulges in passionate encounters with his beloved pornstars and celebrity crushes. Some may discover this crossing a line, but I embrace it wholeheartedly. After all, I have my own fantasies about other men as well. It’s a natural and healthy part of our relationship. What truly warms my heart is that, in his dreams, I am his faithful observer and frequent participant.

Listening to him recount these dreams brings me an undeniable thrill. The way he describes ravishing a pornstar while I pleasured her with my tongue, or the torrential waves of ecstasy he experienced, drenching a woman’s hair with his release. His words even paint a vivid picture of us exploring a world of pleasure with the assistance of other male performers.

In reality, our relationship remains exclusive. Neither he nor I have any desire to open it up. These dreams are merely a form of adult entertainment, akin to watching explicit videos or reading erotic literature. Hearing about his dream adventures ignites a passionate fire within me, one that steams from my chest and entices my imagination, contrasting the experience of actually living it out.

Yet, a hint of jealousy does creep into my mind. It’s only natural, for I yearn to dream as vividly as he does. Nonetheless, I have devised my own unique method of joining him in his nocturnal adventures.

Late at night, when his primal instincts awaken, his hands caress my breasts with fervor. His hardened shaft pulses in sync with his quickened heartbeat. The temptation to please him right there and then, to wrap my fingers around his throbbing member, is almost unbearable. However, I withstand the urge, fearing it might disturb his precious dreams. Instead, I embark on my own journey of self-exploration, touching myself in harmony with his desires.

Today, an extraordinary opportunity presents itself to fully merge our dreamscapes. It’s a quiet afternoon, and he rests peacefully on the couch, clad only in his boxer briefs. During this time, his slumber embraces a deeper state, offering a special invitation to become one with his dreams. A tantalizing sight greets my eyes, as the tip of his engorged member beckons from beneath the waistband, glistening with pre-cum.

Unable to withstand, I abandon my previous activities and approach him. His breathing grows ragged, his face flushed with intense dreams. The sensation floods my cheeks with a delightful blush. Playfully, I prod his bare chest multiple times, yet he slumbers on, oblivious to my presence. Slowly, I lower his boxer briefs, revealing his throbbing manhood, still engrossed in the fantasies of his mind.

Entranced by the warmth emanating from his arousal, I press my cheeks against his shaft, sliding my tongue along its length, savoring the sweet yet salty taste of his essence. It’s an intoxicating blend that electrifies my senses. It’s not enough. My hunger grows, and I take the head of his penis into my mouth. His limp hand instinctively finds its place behind my head, encouraging me to indulge in heightened pleasure. Obliging, I allow his member to penetrate the depths of my throat, experiencing a brief moment of discord before expertly retreating and taking him fully once again. My mouth floods with saliva, cascading down onto his quivering testicles and abdomen, while my teardrops grace his manhood like gentle raindrops on a sultry summer day.

Guided by unstoppable desire, I continue to pleasure him with my mouth, sensually devouring his throbbing member until it becomes a mess of wetness, a testimony to the passion shared between us. I sense his shaft tremble in my mouth, signaling the imminent release of his intense pleasure. Yet, before I can even retreat, he explodes, pulsating with ecstasy, showering my mouth with his essence.

With a determined gulp, I savor the moment, swallowing with a mix of satisfaction and yearning for more. It’s an experience beyond thrilling; it’s akin to an orgasm in its own right. The intensity lingers, leaving my delicate flower drenched and aching for his touch. Soon, when he awakens, I’ll make sure to fulfill that yearning.

His body stirs on the couch, responding to lingering sensations, yet he remains blissfully asleep. Tenderly, I wipe away the remnants of passion with a towel, carefully pulling up his boxer briefs to protect his modesty.

After a blissful ten minutes, he awakens naturally, his eyes meeting mine. In his loving embrace, we bask in the warmth of our connection.

“What did your dream unveil this time?” I inquire eagerly, my voice brimming with anticipation.

He smiles, his eyes filled with devotion. “It was about us, darling. Only us.”

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