I sat there thinking as I heard my husband return to his sleep. What had caused me to dream something like this anyway? Nothing even remotely like thi... had ever happened to me, yet it was me in the dream. I’m a thirty four year old house wife, nothing fancy, just a typical five-foot five inch tall 34b 25w 35h, brown haired house wife, named Sally Bergman married to Paul Bergman. He’s thirty seven years old, five eight tall, a plain guy who works hard to make us a good home. We live in a nice. "He stroked my cock, a slow and lazy motion that kept me erect and wanting more. Once more he licked the end of my cock, nibbled on my foreskin, and fondled my nuts with one hand while holding my cock in the other. My balls shrank up into my nut sack as he rolled them around. Again, he engulfed my cock and was soon bobbing up and down. His rhythm became faster. He seemed to be in a hurry now, needing my release into his eager mouth. My hips bounced up and down, matching the bobbing of his head. ”He smiled at her teasingly. “Hmmm, that sounds fun - I should have brought my wife along, but she’s spending the day with another friend of ours.” He turned and looked at me, his dark eyes intense. “How about you?”“How about me what?”He smiled. “Are you ‘bi-curious’ too?”I was taken aback. “Uh, no… I don’t, umm…” I was stammering, but couldn’t seem to stop. “I’ve never really, uh, you know…”He grinned and touched my leg. “So you are, then.”“No… I don’t know. Why are we talking about me?”He. The nights found us in our bedroom doing what newlyweds do the most.Our first rough spot happened about a week into the semester. When school started up again, I started looking for Cindy. No matter where I looked, I couldn't find her. I finally decided it was time to check with the Registrar to see if I could locate her."Hello, may I help you?" I'm trying to locate Cynthia Turner. Could you help me?" Let me check the computer and see. I'm sorry sir. We don't have Ms. Turner registered this.