Just having your typical boyish dream, ya know. This was a dream that I didn't want to wake up from until.....BAM!! Something hit me! I open one of m... eyes slightly and everything looks hazy. I see the something orange and blue on me and think "Oh, it's a bird. A really hard bird." I go back to my dream until I hear a voice going "Hello?". I grumble a little, still thinking it's my dream I go, "What?", in a slightly annoyed fashion. I open my eyes again to see the hazy orange and blue again.. Then after few mins, she paused stating that food is ready and have some before the session so until then I wore a boxer and brought a fetish school girl costume from my wife’s closet and kept it beside. She made simple veg biryani thinking I was the only veg after eating I gave this dress to her and told to wear it and after some time she wore it OMG!! She was looking bombshell and my dick gave a salute to her.I entered the room pressed her boobs and entered her pussy through the little. We weren’t married, thank goodness, and no kids, but we were living together, with high hopes for both in the foreseeable future.Leigh and I had met at a Simon & Garfunkle reunion concert. How two members of Gen X became such fans of a group that technically hadn’t existed for years has to be blamed on our Boomer parents, whose playlists, while containing many Sixties acts, were probably 50 percent Simon & Garfunkle. I think they played “Bridge Over Troubled Waters” so often as a lullaby, that. She is moaning my name, telling me that her husband’s is so much smaller than mine. “Bang,” my fantasy ends as the head counselor slams her big box of crafts onto one of the tables. I look down to see a little bulge in my pants and quickly try to shift it around in case she sees. I sigh as I wish for my fantasies to come true. I have never slept with a woman before, and yet I fantasize about catching a married woman. I laugh a little at myself. I look back at the head councilor, MaryKate,.