Dreams change everything

[cuck_wantobe]

For the twenty-fourth consecutive night, I awoke with a start, soaked in cold sweat and jism. My wife, Sierra awoke as well. She could plainly see the sweat; she was completely unaware of the jism. The look of fear on her face was palpable.

She asked, "What is it Mark? What's bothering you, Honey? And, dont give me that shit about not remembering."

Now, Sienna never curses. I'd heard "shit" come out of her mouth maybe three times in the time we've been married. But she was afraid for me, with cause. She knew as well as I that the two hours sleep I'd had would be all the sleep I'd get this night, again. This thing was tearing me apart.

Still, I hesitated to tell her. Some background here may be in order. I'm built like an NFL linebacker, with a four inch cock. Sierra looks like a swimsuit model, but has the sexual knowledge of a 19th century Sunday school teacher. Sex between us was very conventional, and infrequent. I was all but certain that if I told her about my dreams, our marriage would be over.

Still, I couldn't go on like this, awaking each night, never getting more than two or three hours sleep, haunted by lust, shame and guilt.

So, I began, "A few weeks ago I was surfing the web, and I discovered this site called Literotica."

Sierra nodded her head, and I continued, "Well, there were these stories....stories about naive young wives having the best sex of there life with hugely endowed strangers."

Sierra looked confused as I blurted out, "Ever since, I've been having these dreams of you having sex with one or more men with huge cocks."

Sierra immediately sought to console me, "Oh, no, no, no. I would never do that to you, honey, never." Her face took on a look of relief, believing that, with my admission, the worst was past and she need only reassure me and things would be fine.

Leaning in to hug me, she absently rested a hand on my cum-soaked pants, and the look of relief swiftly turned to confusion.

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[sierrahughes]

Sierra wondered what exactly it was that constantly haunted Mark. It had been 24 nights in a row; she had kept count, her concern and worry growing to a point that she was so tempted to ask her best friend for advice. But usually she tried to keep problems within her marriage private. She thought it would have been what Mark wanted.

Was it stress at work? Mark had never spoken much about work, but had grown a little more sullen lately since he was passed over for the recent promotion. Was it their marriage? He had been lukewarm for the best part of the past two years, but it was probably because he was always so tired from work anyway. And that they had not really had much sex. To be honest though Sierra was never really that keen on making love. She had been so frightened even on her wedding night that she secretly wished it would end even as Mark laid on top of her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

Or was it something else that Mark has not been telling her about?

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"Hon? Mark?" It took a moment for the realisation to hit her. Putting two and two together, it was beginning to make sense. She brought her hand up, and unmistakably it was Mark's semen. Mark was not having nightmares all these nights; he was having wet dreams. It explained for why he would secretly get up and change into a new pair of pants after spending some time scrubbing the worn one in the sink. It would also explain what he said about her having sex with other men.

And then it sank in. Mark wasn't afraid that she would have sex with other men. Mark was turned on by the thought of her having sex with other men.

[cuck_wantobe]

Sierra was naive, but she wasn't stupid. As the look of confusion was replaced by one of shocked realization, my own self-loathing bubbled up and I said, "I know how disgusted you must be, Sierra. I'm disgusted with myself. Why do you think I can't fall back to sleep at night?"

Getting up from the bed, I added, "I'm just going to take a shower, pack some things and go. I'm so sorry."

I entered the bathroom, and took what I honestly believed would be the last shower I'd ever take under that roof.

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Sierra wasn't sure she was ready for this. She had been suspecting that Mark's sudden bout of sleeplessness had a deeper, darker root to it. She just wasn't expecting the reason for his dreams to be this.

Even though she found the notion of wet dreams to be dirty, she had secretly searched online to find out more about them. Sierra was extremely ashamed to admit this, but she had a wet dream once, and was terribly guilty about it. Still, it seemed like there was a medical reason for this, and the common ones were stress, repressed sexuality and prolonged lack of sexual activity.

Sierra had been brought up to be faithful and to serve her husband wholeheartedly, and she had dismissed the prolonged lack of sexual activity in spite of her own growing physical needs, because she assumed that Mark did not want to engage in these lewd acts. But now, it seemed like Mark too was suffering from that.

If Sierra were angry, it was more so at herself for not being a good wife.

She knocked on the shower door, just as Mark turned the tap off and began to dry himself off.

"Mark? I'm sorry I haven't been able to fulfil your needs," Sierra began.

[cuck_wantobe]

Just as I was exiting the shower, Sierra entered the bathroom.

"Mark? I'm sorry I haven't been able to fulfil your needs," she said.

She looked so forlorn as she said it, I couldn't help but take her in my arms, though it had been forever since I'd held her while naked.

She was blaming herself, and that angered and shamed me. I truly believed that underneath the naivety and reluctance, a sexual dynamo lurked. But, I'd been unable to stir it.

And I told her so, "My needs? My needs? What about your needs, Sierra? You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. And, though I know it will embarass you to hear it, that body of yours was made for sex. Yet, you never cum when we have intercourse, though you never fail to cum on my fingers. So, obviously, the problem is my equipment, not yours."

Then I concluded with, "And my needs? My needs are obviously warped, sick, demented. I mean, what kind of man pictures his wife riding someone else's ten inch cock?"

But, for all the guilt I felt about it, just uttering those words, and imaging the event, had me suddenly hard as a rock.

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"Your the most beautiful woman I've ever met. And, though I know it will embarass you to hear it, that body of yours was made for sex. Yet, you never cum when we have intercourse, though you never fail to cum on my fingers. So, obviously, the problem is my equipment, not yours."

The words rang in her head, like a knife slicing through the core of her emotions. Sierra was almost into tears by now after Mark's outburst. She was still terribly confused, and saddened at how her marriage had turned out this way. This was supposed to be their perfect union! And that they would be happy with one another. Yet, Mark obviously had other ideas. Even as they were in the midst of pouring out their emotions, he had one of the most raging erections she could recall since their wedding night.

"Oh God, Mark, you are turned on," Sierra covered her mouth as she gasped, taking a step backwards away from Mark.

And then she remembered.

"And my needs? My needs are obviously warped, sick, demented. I mean, what kind of man pictures his wife riding someone else's ten inch cock?"

Sierra could not rid herself of that mental image. And yet she was not outright disgusted at it. Why?

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Sierra said, "Oh God, Mark, you are turned on," as she covered her mouth, gasped, and took a step backwards away from me.

I was turned on. It disgusted me, but it was nevertheless true.

So, I simply admitted it, "I know Sierra. It disturbs me so much that I can't sleep afterwards. Yet every night, I dream again of you with one or more men with huge cocks."

I plunged on, "In each of my dreams I'm sitting in that chair", I indicated the upholstered reading chair we had in the corner of our bedroom, "and I watch."

I needed to get it all out and continued, "I watch, and I listen. I listen to your orgasms....and I listen to your taunts."

Sierra's eyes widened further in surprise as I admitted, "I like to watch...and I like your taunts."

"In my dream tonight for example, you finished with your lovers, and dismissed them. You pulled me to the bed, and thanked me. Then you wrapped your hand around me and I instantly exploded. You giggled and taunted, 'Oh Mark, what shall I do with you? Little dick and now you've become a quick draw, too?', "

I stopped talking, and waited for Sierra's response.

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"Oh no, Mark, what are we to do? What am I to do?" Sierra began with tears starting to trickle down her eyes. Even so, she noticed that as Mark recounted his dreams, his erection continued to grow until his cockhead turned a distinct shade of dark red, signifying that he was at full erection. And he was dripping pre-cum.

To Sierra, this was a sign that their marriage was on the verge of collapse, something that was unimaginable. And unacceptable. She wanted so desperately to save it. But what? And how?

What should I do?

She asked herself once more, but this time in silence. Mark continued to stand there, himself lost of words and action. Yet his erection refused to subside, in spite of his earlier ejaculation. She could only begin to imagine what kind of thoughts was running through his mind.

"In my dream tonight for example, you finished with your lovers, and dismissed them. You pulled me to the bed, and thanked me. Then you wrapped your hand around me and I instantly exploded. You giggled and taunted, 'Oh Mark, what shall I do with you? Little dick and now you've become a quick draw, too?', "

A sudden courage gripped Sierra, and she was thinking and acting beyond her usual rationality. The very notion of a failed marriage was unthinkable. She had to do something. Sierra stepped forward, within touching distance of Mark. And she swallowed hard before wrapping her hands around his erection, immediately feeling his warmth and the moisture from his pre-cum.

Sierra hesitated, and then sniffling back her tears, finally managed, "Oh Mark, wouldn't you like to see me f...f...with another man?" She could only maintain her straight face for no longer than two seconds, before bursting back into tears.

[cuck_wantobe]

Conflicted. Suddenly we were the very definition of the word.

Sierra, had wrapped her hand around my erection and asked her oh so provocative question. But tears rolled down her face.

And almost as soon as I fell asleep each night I had a wet dream about watching my wife fuck other men. But then I'd awake and be unable to fall back asleep because of the guilt and shame.

My answer was every bit as conflicted. I didn't know what I wanted, but I couldn't help make my answer pornographic in it's imagery.

"I don't know, Sierra."

"I don't know if I want to see you with another man."

"I don't know if I want to see you fucked to multiple orgasms."

"I don't know if I want to see your throat bulge as you take ten thick inches to the balls."

"I don't know if I want to see your pussy lips stretched wide by an enormous cock, and hear you tell me his head is against your cervix."

"I don't know"

[sierrahughes]

Even as the tears began to flow down from her eyes, along her flawless skin on her cheeks, Sierra still held her hand around Mark's cock.

Yes, she was saddened that her beautiful marriage had come to this. The sex had been infrequent, but not necessarily unsatisfying - she had known no other man before Mark. And she had thought that it was Mark who intrinsically did not like to engage in intercourse, and had never tried to initiate love-making.

Yes, she was disgusted of the images, or rather the mere thought of being with other men. To her, sex with anyone other than her own husband was immoral and lewd. It was unimaginable.

And yet she was imagining it, as Mark was. Sierra's will to please her husband beyond all other things overrode her own moral compass.

And Sierra noticed that her husband's breathing was short and laboured. It was not merely from his emotional outburst, but also from his apparent arousal. It seemed like Mark was on the verge of ejaculation.

"And all I want is for you to be happy, Mark," Sierra finally whispered, and in response she heard a groan coming from Mark.

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"All I want is for you to be happy, Mark," Sierra exclaimed.

Those words brought hope and inspiration. Maybe I could indulge my fantasy without breaking our marriage vows.

"Trust me?", I asked.

Confused, Sierra nevertheless nodded her head yes. I led her back to the bed, undressed her and laid her down next to me. I was on my back, she was on her side. I placed her hand back on my cock, while I began to play with her large breasts.

Leaning in I whispered, "Tell me about sex with your big-dicked lovers."

Sierra quickly answered, "Mark, you know I don't..."

Before she could go further I interrupted, "I know, Sierra. Make believe, for me, please."

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"I know, Sierra. Make believe, for me, please."

Sierra had real issues and concerns about Mark's fantasies, but as they laid down naked in bed, with Mark playing with her nipples and his cock still maintained at full erection for the past few minutes, it truly dawned upon Sierra. That her husband really did want this badly.

But there were other problems. For one, Sierra had no idea what exactly Mark wanted her to make believe. She recalled the first time when they laid together, fully undressed.

It was the night of their wedding, the first day of the rest of her life. She remembered how he touched her with his fingers, and how she had responded by closing her legs a few times, pushing him away. He had pulled her legs apart after some coaxing, her fear of penetration still very real even till today. Then he asked if she was ready, and she nodded after much hesitance. She held her breath, as she felt him preparing to enter. Once more her instinct was to close her legs and push him away, but she resisted, and he caressed her thighs, reassuring her. She remembered his warmth, as he pushed forward gently, and she felt him inside her. She winced a little when he was fully inside, but she soon realised that it was not all that bad, and after a few gyrations of his hips against hers, she began to get accustomed to feeling him inside her. She vividly recalled that it was probably not much longer than his thumb, and not much thicker than both his thumbs put together. She remembered letting her legs fall open a little more willingly, and blushed a deep shade of red as she realised that she was beginning to enjoy the experience a little. Of course, Mark never saw that in the dark room.

So now as they laid together, Sierra wondered what exactly Mark had in mind. She found porn movies disgusting, and had never seen another man naked before. Then she asked:

"Mark, what exactly do you mean by big-dicked? Are you considered...big?" She asked, not really expecting to be that far off the mark.

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"Mark, what exactly do you mean by big-dicked? Are you considered...big?, Sierra asked.

She'd asked it in sincerity and naivety, but my over-stimulated libido turned it into a taunt, and I throbbed in her hand.

"No, Sierra. Actually, I'm small. I believe that is the reason you never climax during intercourse", I answered.

I expanded on it, "I'm four inches long when erect, Sierra. The average man is six inches."

Then dropped the bombshell, "But the men in my dreams aren't average, Sierra. They're huge - 8, 10, sometimes 12 inches long. And thick, as big around as Coke cans"

And I continued to throb.

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They're huge - 8, 10, sometimes 12 inches long. And thick, as big around as Coke cans.

Sierra stopped stroking Mark and froze. She could not help but glance down at his hardness, barely filling up her single palm. The only form of sexual intercourse Sierra had known of was the kind she had with Mark.

She recalled how, with her legs open, Mark had pressed down on both her thighs as he started to build up a rhythm in and out of her. For the first time in her life, she felt a sensation like never before.

Having grown up in a conservative family, she had never explored her sexuality, or even dared to think about it. On the few rare occasions when she did, she found herself ridden with guilt. It was like a forbidden fruit, one she would only consume on her wedding night, and only with her lawfully wedded husband.

Mark's penis was like a foreign object invading her body, and there was still considerable discomfort as he began to pick up his pace, sliding in and out of her with his balls slapping harder against her. Her breath became short, and a warm fuzzy feeling slowly permeated through her body. Unconsciously she brought one hand up to her nipple, rubbing it slowly; the other hand went between her legs, and she touched her clit, caressing it for pleasure for the first time in her life. Along with Mark's penis pounding away, Sierra truly began to enjoy the experience.

Sierra was still in disbelief. She could not even begin to imagine how eight, ten or even twelve inches would look like on a penis. The one image that came to mind was the coke can, and as she pictured the diameter of the tin can, she shuddered to picture it in flesh and blood. And for the first time, she realised that she was...mildly curious.

[cuck_wantobe]

I could tell Sierra was having trouble picturing it and so I tried to describe it for her, "My cock is four inches long, Sierra. Your palm is a little over three inches wide. See how the shaft is completely covered and only the head protrudes?"

She looked down at her hand upon me and nodded, as I continued, "now imagine a cock so big that you're hand can't reach completely around it."

She gasped a little, and I throbbed some more as I continued, "imagine it's so big that you feel compelled to wrap your other hand around it."

Another gasp and I concluded, "Imagine looking down at your two hands and realizing you could get a third hand on the shaft if you had one."

"Would you like that, Sierra?"

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"I..." Sierra looked at her free hand and her open palm, and truly struggled to form a mental picture. It wasn't that she could not imagine something of that size, if anything the first item to come to mind was actually a cucumber. It was simply because Sierra could not accept the fact that someone's co...penis could actually be that big. Sure Mark must be joking?

And she did not even want to go on to consider the possibility of fitting something like that inside her. Her fear of a foreign object invading her most private regions was still very real. And as much as she would like to acquiesce to the darkest of Mark's fantasies, the mere thought of it scared her.

Almost instinctively she withdrew her hand from Mark's cock, only for him to quickly reach down and grab her wrists. His eyes, his voice - they were pleading with her. Sierra had never known this side to Mark. The Mark she knew was confident, loving and kind. She desperately wanted that side of Mark back.

Sierra reached for Mark's penis once more, and then resumed stroking him, almost coming naturally now.

"Mark, I want to feel a pe...cock that big. I want to lick, and kiss, and suck it."

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Sierra said, "Mark, I want to feel a pe...cock that big. I want to lick, and kiss, and suck it."

It was my turn to gasp. I sensed that she was mostly role-playing, but there seemed to be a hint of real curiousity, too.

Hoping that the events of the night, the inflection of my voice, and Sierra's own intuition would steer things in the right direction, I commented, "But, Sierra, you won't even do that with me."

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It was true. Sierra had never performed oral sex on Mark, not even when he had mentioned it in passing on two separate occasions. She felt extremely for not fulfilling her husband's needs in that manner, but never had the courage to take the initiative. Mark stopped talking about it, and Sierra secretly hoped it would rest eventually. Or that she would eventually take the initiative if she ever mustered up enough motivation.

"I don't do that...I don't suck on your cock because I find it disgus..." Sierra paused. And then she remembered that she was supposed to make believe.

"I don't suck on your cock because it is too small," Sierra said, unsure of how Mark would respond.

[cuck_wantobe]

Like I said earlier, Sierra's naive but very bright and empathic. When she said, "I don't suck on your cock because it is too small," I nearly came.

Despite my size, I have good staying power, which makes my inability to get Sierra there during intercourse all the more frustrating. But, now, I was right on the edge and just needed one more push. I probably would have got their very soon anyway, with Sierra enthusiastically jerking me off. But , I wanted to take it to a new level.

So, I asked, "My cock's too small for you, Sierra? Is that the issue? What is it that you want then, honey?"

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Sierra knew that she was getting this right, and with Mark's prompting, was beginning to get into the flow of things.

"My cock's too small for you, Sierra? Is that the issue? What is it that you want then, honey?"

"I...I want to feel a big cock. I want to suck a big cock. I want to lick, stroke, and swallow a big cock. A cock eight inches long...no ten inches long! I want to feel it in my hands, both my hands, and as the tip of the cock peeks out from my grip, I want to put it between my lips and to taste it."

Sierra's verbal barrage stopped suddenly, as she realised just how far she had gone. It had came, mostly from what Mark had been urging, but somehow she had managed to put it all together.

"I want to fuck that big cock," Sierra finally added.

[cuck_wantobe]

I exploded. No other word is adequote to explain just how hard I came as Sierra said, "I want to fuck that big cock".

When I'm laying down and erect my cock hovers above my belly, pointing towards my right shoulder. With Sierra's hand wrapped around, the elevation was raised, and the first two blasts flew over my shoulder, hitting the headboard. The third one landed on my shoulder, several more coated my chest and stomach. Sierra giggled and murmurred, "Wow".

I laughed in pure joy and kissed her hard. Exhausted, I grabbed my t-shirt off the floor and quickly wiped up what I could, and fell asleep.

Fortunately, it was Saturday, because I didn't waken until after ten. Sierra was still sleeping beside me. I felt guilty. Not only about the dreams, but also about falling asleep. I've never been able to get Sierra off through intercourse, but I've always been able to do so with my fingers. I'd never before fallen asleep having cum without first making sure she'd done the same.

I could tell she was in that twilight zone between sleep and waking, so I gently kissed her awake and asked, "Are you really ok with what happened last night?"

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Sierra laid awake a little more after Mark had dozed off. On one hand she was glad that Mark had slipped off into unconsciousness, a look of bliss on his face. For once, she was certain that he would have a long and restful sleep.

Yet, so much uncertainty had suddenly been thrown into their marriage. She knew that they had some issues to sort out, but she had figured that all couples will have certain differences. Mark had always made an effort to clear up any problems they may have, and she loved him for it. But the fact that he had waited twenty-four full days, and nights, to come clean with this, meant that his sexual fantasies struck at his very core. And she was afraid to think how things would turn out after tonight.

But Sierra eventually drifted away to sleep herself...

...Sierra woke up to a warm kiss, her head feeling slightly heavy. For once, her eyes struggled to open, and she only finally did so when she realised how enthusiastic Mark was.

She managed a weak smile, and nodded, not quite registering what Mark said for a few moments.

"Are you really ok with what happened last night?"

Mark asked again. This time, Sierra sat up, and turned to Mark, not quite sure how to respond.

"As long as you are happy, hon. I will always be willing to make believe for you," Sierra answered, and then kissed him lightly.

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"As long as you are happy, hon. I will always be willing to make believe for you," Sierra answered.

We really didn't discuss it further, but Sierra was as good as her word. We went from having sex once every four or five weeks, to having it four or five times a week. She was enthusiastic and improved steadily at telling stories of her "infidelities". She was still somewhat reluctant about taunting me, but even the incidence of that was increasing.

I told her stories, too, revealing many of my fantasies involving her, as I stroked her nipples and clit. She often blushed or gasped in disbelief, but she was also cumming faster than she'd done before.

But, I still couldn't come close to getting her there through intercourse. And there were still awkward moments when she'd be telling me about a big dick, and I could tell she was having difficulty imagining one, either visually or tactilely.

I decided things would be better if she knew more. So, I cut out of work early one day and visited the local porn emporium. Nervously, I picked out three porno DVDs. Then approached the sex toy section.

The vibrator collection was huge. And I told myself Sierra deserved to know what she had been missing. I first picked out a realistic model of average size, 6 inches long by 1 1/2 wide. I decided that if I could get her to try average, she might want to try big, so I also picked up a similar but bigger one, 8 1/2 inches by 2 inches. I was turning to check-out when it caught my eye, a model of the cock of the late John Holmes. Obsession struck again; for the first time since the dreams had stopped I found myself gasping for breath. I had to see Sierra try that. And so, I picked up the third dildo, even as I told myself she'd never go near it.

I hurried home, arriving fifteen minutes before Sierra was due. I placed the DVDs on the nightstand, and hid the two smaller dildoes beneath the pillows. The Holmes I thought better of, and hid at the bottom of my nightstand drawer.

When Sierra finally arrived home, and we'd had a quiet dinner together, I nervously asked, "Would you like to watch a movie, Sierra?"

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Recently, Sierra kept thinking back to the very first night when Mark revealed his sexual fantasies. She had found it difficult to imagine the male organ like Mark had described initially, and only barely managed to when she imagined a cucumber. Sierra discovered that months later, she began to look at a cucumber in a different light. In fact, she did on two separate occasions, wonder how it may feel like to push the vegetable into her pussy.

But she quickly dismissed that notion, of course.

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"Would you like to watch a movie, Sierra?"

Mark made an innocent request one night, and Sierra would have let it pass, if not for the nervousness in his voice that gave him away.

"Yes hon? What movie is it that you have in mind?"