I finally had the blanket past her legs. She changed position and was now sleeping on her back. I could now see her ample breast almost bursting out o... her bras . The smooth black covered mound of her panties has never looked more inviting. I licked my lips and eyed my wife with pure lust. I slowly began to pull up the negligee. Her cream brown legs were slim and long. She could have been a damn model with them. I became bolder and started pulling up faster. She didn’t move at all. I. .. maybe not a huge amount, but enough that this is not a non-stop sex romp.As to why I wrote this story, while I sometimes enjoy stories that involve someone who gains the ability to rewrite the world around him or bring their fantasies to life, they've always seemed extraordinarily unreal. They rely on magic powers or supernaturally powerful "science". The aliens in these stories might as well arrive in genie lamps waving magic wands. Don't misunderstand me; I know that doesn't make them bad. .." You're a fantastic lover."She felt the powerful masculine thrust of his working buttocks, enjoying his involvement and then reached into his crack to expend him as the book said."AHHHHH, HEAVENNNNNN!" cried Sam.He froze just like a man, strained up. His eyes got big. His whole body trembled in ecstasy. Then he burst his cock into her cunt, spurt, spurt, spurt."Ohhh, wheeee," she gasped as he flooded her. The burn in her cunt was impossible now. She jerked and twisted. She humped a few more. Harry and I were sat in a small bar in a hotel overlooking the river. He'd been up in town for a meeting with Freddie. I felt that at least owed him a drink for helping sort out Rachel. He'd been good enough not to make too much of a joke of it around the place, too. He'd been sympathetic about what happened and gave me a bit of a lecture on not turning my back on work in progress. Nothing I didn't deserve. I wasn't going to let it happen again.It was mid afternoon and we were almost the only.