CHAPTER 1
I was sweating and trembling when I got up this morning, wondering what the heck happened to me last night. Of course, I get it, had to be a racy dream. Well, I thought to myself, I am no stranger to wet dreams; I have had my fair share of those sizzlers before. I just never felt the rush till the next morning.
I was still seeping through my transparent pink lacy night gown when I felt a kiss on my lips. Trying to draw a line between imagination and reality, I slowly opened my eyes. Mark’s loving face was looking back at me with a huge naughty grin.
I snapped right back into reality and stared into the mischievous eyes of my husband. It was 7 am and I could feel Mark getting hard under the sheets.
I was still reeling from my sex dream. I hadn’t had one since I got married, 7 years ago. Mark was all the man I ever needed – tall, dark, sexy, charming, loving, caring, devoted – I could go on and on. A perfect husband, the kind I used to read about in Mills and Boon novels when I was 16. So, what more could I ask for?
Well my dream guy had got my heart racing and I was suddenly craving for Mark even more. I was feeling sexy and adventurous. This was rare for me these days. Since the time our kids were born, our passion had mellowed down.
I was a full time journalist – After my long hours and pressing job, I could just about spare some time to take care of the kids, cook and clean. Mark was an investment banker and his job was just as challenging and demanding, if not more. Somewhere between our kids and careers, our lust had just faded. Of course, we still have sex couple of times a week – but it’s nowhere as passionate and exhilarating as it used to be. It’s more of a routine now, rather than “desire”.
It was sad how monotonous our lives had become over the last few years. I always heard from my other married friends that the “honeymoon period” would not last forever, but, I hoped we would be different. We were so much into each other that we couldn’t keep our hands off even when we were around friends or family. Oh well, things change and they had changed a whole lot between us.
So, when I felt this rare surge of passion today and kicked off Mark’s shorts, I surprised both of us. I didn’t want anything to ruin the moment. I was feeling hot and I wanted Mark badly. I ripped off his boxers and started caressing his balls. I ignored the look of disbelief in Mark’s eyes and kept going. We had long forgotten how foreplay felt like. After all, it had been 5 yrs since we got any. I was about to remind Mark just how good it felt....
CHAPTER 2
50 minutes, 3 orgasms (or was it 4?) & one hell of an ejaculation later, I and Mark were on our backs, gasping to catch our breaths.
Mark looked at me and said, “What had gotten into you today, honey?”
“Who’s complaining?” I winked and replied coyly.
“Complaining? I fucking loved it babes. It reminded me of our first time you know.”
“Yeah! I know, that time when we went to that cheap motel as we didn’t have that much dough for an expensive resort..” We laughed and went down memory lane together. From our first date to our wedding day, we covered it all. After 2 hours, we realized we were terribly late for work and finally at 10 am we dragged ourselves out of bed to kick start our mundane schedule.
CHAPTER 3
When I reached work, I still looked flustered. I felt myself blushing when my colleague and best friend Amanda nudged me and asked what was wrong with me. I just shrugged her off.
Amanda was in her late 30’s, a workaholic with a commitment phobia. We clicked right off when we met at work 9 years ago. We had a lot in common when it came to work. When it came to personal lives, she never really liked my decision to tie the knot. She thought it was the worst mistake of my life. Well, she wasn’t totally wrong. It was an uphill
I was sweating and trembling when I got up this morning, wondering what the heck happened to me last night. Of course, I get it, had to be a racy dream. Well, I thought to myself, I am no stranger to wet dreams; I have had my fair share of those sizzlers before. I just never felt the rush till the next morning.
I was still seeping through my transparent pink lacy night gown when I felt a kiss on my lips. Trying to draw a line between imagination and reality, I slowly opened my eyes. Mark’s loving face was looking back at me with a huge naughty grin.
I snapped right back into reality and stared into the mischievous eyes of my husband. It was 7 am and I could feel Mark getting hard under the sheets.
I was still reeling from my sex dream. I hadn’t had one since I got married, 7 years ago. Mark was all the man I ever needed – tall, dark, sexy, charming, loving, caring, devoted – I could go on and on. A perfect husband, the kind I used to read about in Mills and Boon novels when I was 16. So, what more could I ask for?
Well my dream guy had got my heart racing and I was suddenly craving for Mark even more. I was feeling sexy and adventurous. This was rare for me these days. Since the time our kids were born, our passion had mellowed down.
I was a full time journalist – After my long hours and pressing job, I could just about spare some time to take care of the kids, cook and clean. Mark was an investment banker and his job was just as challenging and demanding, if not more. Somewhere between our kids and careers, our lust had just faded. Of course, we still have sex couple of times a week – but it’s nowhere as passionate and exhilarating as it used to be. It’s more of a routine now, rather than “desire”.
It was sad how monotonous our lives had become over the last few years. I always heard from my other married friends that the “honeymoon period” would not last forever, but, I hoped we would be different. We were so much into each other that we couldn’t keep our hands off even when we were around friends or family. Oh well, things change and they had changed a whole lot between us.
So, when I felt this rare surge of passion today and kicked off Mark’s shorts, I surprised both of us. I didn’t want anything to ruin the moment. I was feeling hot and I wanted Mark badly. I ripped off his boxers and started caressing his balls. I ignored the look of disbelief in Mark’s eyes and kept going. We had long forgotten how foreplay felt like. After all, it had been 5 yrs since we got any. I was about to remind Mark just how good it felt....
CHAPTER 2
50 minutes, 3 orgasms (or was it 4?) & one hell of an ejaculation later, I and Mark were on our backs, gasping to catch our breaths.
Mark looked at me and said, “What had gotten into you today, honey?”
“Who’s complaining?” I winked and replied coyly.
“Complaining? I fucking loved it babes. It reminded me of our first time you know.”
“Yeah! I know, that time when we went to that cheap motel as we didn’t have that much dough for an expensive resort..” We laughed and went down memory lane together. From our first date to our wedding day, we covered it all. After 2 hours, we realized we were terribly late for work and finally at 10 am we dragged ourselves out of bed to kick start our mundane schedule.
CHAPTER 3
When I reached work, I still looked flustered. I felt myself blushing when my colleague and best friend Amanda nudged me and asked what was wrong with me. I just shrugged her off.
Amanda was in her late 30’s, a workaholic with a commitment phobia. We clicked right off when we met at work 9 years ago. We had a lot in common when it came to work. When it came to personal lives, she never really liked my decision to tie the knot. She thought it was the worst mistake of my life. Well, she wasn’t totally wrong. It was an uphill
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