I’m home finally late in the night from a business trip out of town and join her in bed. So, my wife awakes, rolls over to kiss me softly and whispers to me that she thinks she had a dream about him again last night.

He’s a friend of ours, my best friend, who travels a lot for his job and is very independent, confident, intelligent, and interesting in a kind of roughly unkept way. He is in and out of town often and visits frequently unannounced when he is back in town.

Her whispered comment seemed a little groggy and confusing to me as she woke and kisses me hello. But I realize her dreams often can leave her with impressions so meaningful that their significance can have consequences in her actual daily life.

She has dreamed about him before, but she said last night's dream was so real it was particularly overwhelming for her.

From past experience, I know she always seems to have the most vivid dreams when I am away on business, like I have been for the last three days. Listening is always my best opportunity to help us both bring understanding. So I ask if she wants to share her dream with me.

At first she is shy to tell me. But I patiently wait until she is comfortable with letting me into her private dream.

Her dream started with her alone at home after work. She looked down to find that she was wearing a thin light cotton, vivid floral patterned, cross-front dress. She says in her dream she apparently had arrived home and removed her business dress, bra and her panties, put on the dress and changed into her sexy summer sandals.

Completely nude under her dress, she says she was very aware of the sensation of the fabric on her nipples, making them hard and tingly. She noticed her dress puffed out enough though that her breasts and nipples were easily visible from the side as she looked at herself in the mirror. No matter, she was home alone and feeling relaxed and comfortably a bit sexy.

Then the doorbell began ringing and she said hearing it hit her with a feeling almost like a bolt of electric excitement. She said she felt a bit shy and embarrassed but excitedly dared herself to go to the door in direct disregard of her possible exposure.

She opened the door and there he was. She says that she felt strangely shy because she knows him so well. But still, she felt a flush rising up from her neck into her cheeks. She stammered a greeting although she can't remember a thing she said. Her whole body felt hot and yet she shivered with energy as if the door bell was still ringing. She stood aside invited him come into the house. After she shut the door, there were several seconds where they just stood looking at each other. She could see his eyes following the line of her black hair, taking in the curves of her body under the dress and her smooth legs. She said his gaze was so piercing she felt as if she was standing there in front of him freshly awkward and fully exposed.

Suddenly she realizes he must be seeing her, or at least, seeing virtually all of her breasts as they stood there more or less side by side. She could feel her nipples harden pushing her dress even more open for his view. She could feel the cool air from the air conditioner move across her breast, tightly wrinkling her areola as if he was actually pinching them. Then she realized the front of her dress was moving in a way that the fabric was being blown open exposing her even more.

The way she talks about it, like it was so real, she retraces every little detail and as she describes the effect of his gaze on her body, her breath catches in her throat as she tells me step-by-step about his trip into her dream.

They both find themselves in the kitchen, and before she knows it, he is picking her up completely off the floor hugging her, as he often does, even when I am there. But in the dream, he then lowers her and he presses her against the counter, kissing her hard on her moist red painted lips.

She said in the dream his advances surprised and shocked her but it felt so natural and real as if it was a fantasy fulfilled; a fantasy she was unaware of, or quite possibly even in denial of, but now because of the dream she knew this fantasy existed deep within her; and it is a fantasy that she now accepted as her reality to savor and explore.

Her memory seemed so clear as she recounts his kisses, deep kisses filled with moist excitement, his engulfing hugs that were completely comforting, yet needful, his reassuring and yet insistent and command filled caresses, his suddenly powerful and insistent hardness pressing against her through his jeans, through her dress and finally pushing against her skin.

She told me she reacted to his needful insistence as if finally the fantasy had been released into reality like a long-deserved liberation of a complete truth.

She said he slowly started to kiss his way down her body. Finally, she says, he is kneeling before her. Then she said he spread her legs and lifted her, resting her bottom onto the edge of the counter and supporting her legs with his arms, pushing the hem of her dress upwards with his hands and his mouth.

She said she was suddenly hot and wet. Then when his tongue had barely touched her, she thinks he must have been able to feel the shivering in her thighs. She feels a wave of embarrassment but was too overwhelmingly caught up in the moment to care. She's pretty sure she called his name out at this point for the first time.

As he ignores any possibility of refusal, he continues to bring her closer and closer to a peak, her upper body arches back, she feels one of her breasts straining against the fabric of the dress and looks down to see the other breast completely exposed to him as half her dress has fallen completely open. He takes notice and reaches to caress it and gently roll her nipple between his hungry fingers. She felt as if she was hit with another electric shock that ran through her as he brought her close to the verge of a powerful peak. She tells me she almost faints in her dream.

But before she could reach her highest moment, he stopped and stood up. Wrapping his arms around her, and she wrapping her bare legs around him, her wetness pressed against the bulged crotch of his jeans, he pulled her off the counter and leads her, he is completely in control, all the way up the stairs to our bedroom. She doesn't quite remember how they both ended up naked, but she has a clear recollection of the clothes pooled around their feet before he pushed her down on her back on our bed. Now lost is her sense embarrassment, in her dream she reaches for him.

As she pulls him down on top of her he kisses her deeply, working his body so that now his cock was teasingly probing at the entrance to her lubricated pussy. She said she arched her hips upward in hopes he would enter her. Finally she reaches for him and guides him. She told me that because of his size, her wetness allowed him to slip in but only inch by inch as she adjusted to him as he pushed onto her. She said her excitement hit her in continuous and increasing waves with each push.

Finally he was fully perfectly inside her, so full, as if in this new reality, like it actually and always had belonged there inside her.

She went bright red as she told me this, as if it was an admission of real occurrences. She said that she has never before been able to remember every sensation of these dreams like this dream and says she feels obligated that I know, needs me to know everything, and needs me to love her for her lustfulness that surrounds it.

She said she could look down to see and feel her tummy rise and fall as his warm hardness filled her up over and over again and as he began pushing into her more deeply and more completely. "Oh yes!" she cried out! She says he really didn't need any encouragement.

There she lay with him, he held her hands separated above her head, her legs spread wide, her ample breasts moving in the dimly lit room with every thrust. The sexual atmosphere was so intense it made her feel as if she was in a hypnotic delirium. Her whole being was focused on the sensation of him now smoothly sliding in and out of her, deeper and deeper, over and over, practically peaking with each stroke.

When the time came, she whispered his name. She shocked me by admitting she begged him to cum inside her. She says that the dream was so intense that it was actually real as she felt him swell even larger and plunging into her over and over. She could feel the heat of him spurting deep inside her, the throbbing pulse of it filling her with a satisfying warmth as she joined him by drenching him his hardness with each plunge. Her breath caught in her throat again.

Finally when she started to catch her breath, gasping she said she couldn't wait, even needed to tell me about it. She told me she wanted to make sure is was I ok with what he had done with her.

Even as she was talking she had started unconsciously touching herself, caressing her breasts and then even her pussy as she lay on the bed next to me.

When she finished talking she just closed her eyes and carried on, touching herself, probing deep with her fingers, letting out little moans and gasps as I lay there, jealous but incredibly aroused.

Then right there before my eyes, she in the dream again, succumbing to him again. He again is in her mind and in her body and with her fingers he is plunging into her again and again. This time however, she is carrying me along with her now sharing everything. I am seeing her with him and him in her as if her reality is now completely and convincingly our reality.

When she comes, I hear a faint murmur of his name as she begs him again to cum inside her again. I watch as ample amounts of creamy, slightly white fluid flows from her. She turns to me and looks me in the eye. She is completely flushed, freshly awkward and fully exposed maybe a little embarrassed but mostly pink and warm from her excitement. We hug. She pulls away so slightly, our eyes lock. She asks me if dreams can ever be so real that they are in actuality a fact, a completely and utterly true occurrence.

She releases me and she rolls over to sleep. As I lay there thinking of what I have just heard and witnessed, I have a distinct feeling inside we have discarded her dreams, her fantasies and replaced them with acceptance of actuality.