I felt a spike of guilt at not being up.I recalled the conversation from last night. I didn't really know Ted, though we had talked about a lot of thi...gs - I think - but he had been more of a gentleman than most men I had dated. I remembered offering myself to him and him refusing. I didn't think any man would say no to a woman he wanted. At least, not till now.That must be why I dreamed... No, at least not all that dream was because of Ted. The thought of making love to Ted excited me. I felt. I was fine with that and put my face down towards her pussy to clean up, but she stopped me and said 'no, clean it off his cock', then took his cock out of her pussy and pointed it towards my mouth. Before I had any time to think, I was sucking it. I had never had any kind of gay experience before, so holding another cock was very strange to me, and holding one so unbelievably large was crazy. 'Pull his foreskin right back and clean that head like a good boy', she said. I of course did it. Years three and four were spent having virtually no sex, and with me doing ninety five percent of the housework while my wife spent most nights either on the phone to her friends or meeting up with them. The next major change happened in year five of our marriage when one day when I came home from work, my wife showed me the vibrator she had bought herself. Now for a man with a less than average cock size the last thing I needed was to be shown an eight inch vibrator. But it did confirm to me. My stranger takes a few steps into the room and looks back at me. Before he can ask anything, I put my finger to my lips to silence him. I saunter over to the lounge's private bar and climb up onto it. I pull my dress up to my waist and spread my legs, giving him a full view of my neatly shaved, already wet pussy. "You can fuck me all night at my place, but first, you have to make me cum right here and now. And we have to be cleaned up before our ten minutes are up." His sexy grin tells me I am.