Now it goes without saying that my husband does not welcome these dreams with the same longing as I do.  He is always curious as to whether I am dreaming of him.  He wants to be assured that its his cock that snuggled deep inside my wet pussy and that it was his fingers stroking me to an orgasm.  

Like most women, I lie!  I say, "yes honey it's you...  it will always be you".  But in reality my nightly visitor is a man I have never met, that is until now.  It starts off to be one of those long boring stories of how I must have met this guy someplace and my subconscious picked up his desires for me, translating them into erotic dreams.  But I know...  I know...  I never met this guy before.  And yet, for months I have been dreaming about him.

I was "out" with my girl friends doing the girl thing, which gives my husband an opportunity to do the guy thing with his buddies.  My girlfriends pursued me to get dressed in something sleek and sexy.  Of course, I left the house looking dumpy and then went to my girlfriend's house and changed.  You never want the husband to know more than he has to.  

A word of wisdom to all women...  always keep your man in the dark.  What he does not know wont hurt him half as much as if he knew...  and it won't hurt you either.  It is one of those important things to remember when involved in a marriage, open or not.  

We decided to go to one of those new nightclubs where there are older wealthier types.  Not to say that my friends and I are in that type of crowd.  We are all middle class housewives wishing that we never married our high school sweet hearts, but rather went to college like our mom's suggested.  But like mom always said, you can never cry over spilled milk and droopy tits.

I had recently gotten a suck and tuck as a "birthday" gift from my loving husband.  Actually, he was quite embarrassed that he had a sloppy dumpy women as his wife.  He dreamt of a women with firm tits and no stomach...  the women he had married before 3 kids!

So for my "birthday" I got a suck and tuck, which with all things considered is okay.  I actually enjoy being whistled at and drooled over.  It is a very good feeling!  So...  I got into this really sleek tight fitting dress.  It showed off my new assets...  my bigger tits and tiny waist.  I always had really nice legs, sexy and slender.

I decided to be a bit daring, and not wear anything under the dress (including underwear).  I felt my exposed pussy rubbing against itself and the juices flowing.  We were there only for a few moments when I spotted him and grasped.  He was the man from my dreams.  I just could not believe it.  I stammered and pointed.  My friends followed the point of my finger and looked.

I did not even have to say a word.  The guy I had been describing to them over the last few months was there, at a table...  looking as suave as he had ever had in one of my dreams.  I was struck dumb and just couldn't say anything for a several long minutes.  My girlfriends stammered around me, asking me questions I was unable to answer.  

He turned and looked directly at me.  Both of our eyes registered our shock.  I knew he recognized me, but from where?  He stood and walked over to our table.  My girlfriends went to into a stammering heap.  They were puzzled and chatting all at once.  

And then, he was there, by the table looking down at me and I knew for certain, down the front of my dress.  I did not care if he got a very good peak at my perfectly nestled tight tits.  My pussy lips were throbbing with desire.  

I wanted to know if this guy was as good in real life as he was in my dreams.  He said nothing but offered his hand.  I took his hand and rose.  He held me a moment, and then escorted me to his table.  He insisted that I sat next to him on his left.  I looked deeply in his eyes. I did not see my girlfriends any longer.  My vision only held him.

His hand went to my thigh and then rose up my leg.  He felt my wetness and smiled.  He spoke my name.  This did not surprise me, because I knew that we had met before...  in each other's dreams.  We were dream lovers that were destined to meet on the physical plane of existence.  

He closed out his check and we left together.  I gave my girlfriends one more look at their puzzled surprised faces, and then left holding his hand.  We walked to a black limousine that was waiting with a door open.  He climbed into the waiting car and helped me in.  He ordered the driver to drive, giving an address that just didn't sound close.

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