Dreams change everything

Sierra opened her eyes, and for the first time, felt an ache between her legs. As she slowly adjusted to the warm sunlight on a Sunday morning, she began to recall the events from last night. She turned to see Mark still sleeping, and tentatively reached for the outer folds of her pussy. Sierra immediately felt a tingle run through her body, and she withdrew.

I'm still...horny.

It was then that Mark began to stir, and Sierra, for some reason, shut her eyes and pretended to be still asleep. Moments later, she felt a wet kiss on her cheek, and Mark's warm palm sliding across her body to pull her in for a gentle hug. As their bodies drew closer, she could feel his hardness poke into her thigh. Sierra kept up the act, and with each passing moment, Mark began to become more and more aggressive.

First, there were the soft kneading of her breasts. Then it was his fingers trailing across the length of her smooth thighs. Slowly, he began to push her legs apart, and just when his fingers were to arrive at her pussy, she opened her eyes.

Mark paused momentarily, and smiled, before leaning in to peck her lightly on her cheeks.

"Mmmm...morning honey," Sierra said, as she nonchalantly closed her legs again, sensing his retreat. Yet, it seemed inexplicable, even to Sierra, to force Mark's withdrawal, when her pussy was really soaking wet, and aching for attention.

I don't want Mark's fingers. I want a thick, hard...

Sierra had to stop her thoughts.
 
Sierra thought for awhile, and settled for pancakes and orange juice. She laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling as she felt Mark leave the room. She was feeling somewhat confused, unsure about her own thoughts and desires.

Sierra wasn't sure if things are going to return to normal after last night.
 
"Mark!" Sierra felt a deep flush on her cheeks. She knew what he was implying, but it was only until last night that she had provided any form of oral sex. It was still going to take some time to get used to that notion. After how good last night felt, Sierra had to try very hard to change her mindset about sex being dirty or a taboo.

When she was finally done, she kissed Mark fully on the lips, but broke away before he could allow his hands to roam once more. She wanted to get out of bed, just to see if there was still normalcy in their lives.

Sierra stepped into the bathroom, and began to turn on the tap to fill up the tub. A quick soak in warm water might do her some good. It was then that the doorbell rang. Sierra peered out, and heard Mark shouting that he was doing the dishes. Sierra quickly wrapped a robe around her body, and went to answer the door.

...

Sierra closed the front door behind her, and took in a deep breath. She placed the parcel that she just signed for on the coffee table, and headed back to the bathroom. She needed to purge her thoughts, quick. Sierra couldn't believe she just fantasised about the size of the mailman's cock.
 
"Just the mailman," Sierra turned away, submerging herself into the water. She had just committed what she would have considered adultery, if not in the act, but at least in her mind. She didn't quite know what to make of it at the moment. She was hoping that this was just the after-effects of the incidents from the previous night.
 
"Mark! I... I don't...the mailman doesn't make me..." Sierra couldn't complete her sentence. She was too flustered by Mark's accusation. And she couldn't lie to save herself.

But as if to hide her embarrassment, from getting caught, as well as showing signs of arousal, she brought her left arm across her chest. It was then when she realised how hard her nipples really were.

She watched as Mark got naked, his cock already standing before him at close to his full length, and then slipped into the batch alongside her.
 
"But Mark! I don't... I don't think of hard cocks!" And just as soon as Sierra said it, she quickly covered her mouth in shock. She had said "cock" aloud for the first time in her life, or at least, once she learned what it referred to. She had been baited in high school once by her peers to say it; they had tricked her into thinking that she was merely referring to the rooster.

But deep inside, she was also in shock because she knew it was an outright lie. She had thought about the mailman in a manner so lewd she was appalled with herself. And she couldn't possibly tell Mark that.

And all this denial only served to make her even more hot. She took a deep breath, and realised how flushed her skin around her neck and chest was; she could only hope that her cheeks were not all red. Not from embarrassment though, from pure arousal. At least the water served to mask the wetness between her legs.

Then Mark began to move his pelvis slightly, and she could feel his hardness slide along the valley from her ass cheeks. She wasn't quite ready to admit it, but Sierra longed for a fuck.
 
"Mmmm..." Sierra didn't know how to respond exactly. It was natural for them to have sex, but since the events that have happened over the last 48 hours, nothing felt the same any longer.

Nonetheless, the movement she was sensing inside her fed her arousal. Mark started to gyrate his hips gently, in contrast to his rather more aggressive demeanour. Not to mention that Mark had always made love to her facing her; this was the first time she had her back towards him. And somehow it felt even better than before.

"Oh yes Mark," Sierra moaned as she felt more movement. His kisses on her neck felt lovely, and one of his hands moved up to her chest and began to pinch her nipple slightly. Sierra began to wonder how much more she would discover about her own sexuality by the end of the day.
 
Sierra's nipples were never this sensitive, but she was slowly beginning to lose her inhibition and ability to piece rational thoughts together. The more Mark moved inside her, along with the way he was playing with her nipples, the more she wanted to be pleased. She was, and had been, aroused in a way she never thought possible. It was even more carnal than whatever she had felt the night before.

Sierra turned her head to face Mark, her body moving slightly with each of his thrusts. She kissed him first, before replying.

"Mark, but you are hard inside me. I want you to...I want you to fuck me harder," Sierra said with a deep blush. She recalled hearing this on the video, and considering how much Mark seemed to like that video, she decided to draw more lessons from the actresses.
 
Sierra's heart was beating as fast as she could remember, as she closed the bathroom door behind her. She held onto her bath towel as her bathing robe hung on her shoulders, falling open on the front. She looked at the otherwise empty room before her, and focused on the television in particular. And she began to picture exactly how it might be like if she was sprawled on the bed before it, with Mark behind her.

It was then that Sierra moved in a manner so decisive it would surprise her later upon hindsight. First she allowed the towel and the bathing robe to fall onto the ground as she headed towards her dresser. She took out a purple nightie along with a matching thong, as well as the two dildos that Mark had laid beside her lingerie.

She laid out the dildos on the bed, as she pulled on first her thong, noting that she was still moist between her legs, and then the nightie. For the first time, Sierra understood what it meant to feel sexy. Finally, there was the video, and she slipped the disc back into the player, and selected to continue from where they left off the previous time. That was when Mark re-entered the room, welcomed by the sight of Sierra in possibly the sluttiest outfit he had ever seen her wear.

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Sierra gasped as Mark shoved her down, face forwards onto the mattress. Once he was done talking, she could feel him pulling the hem of her nightie up and over her ass, and the tip of his hardness rubbing against her ass. Without another warning, apart from him telling her that slut wives loved to get fucked with their thongs pulled aside, he did just that, before thrusting forward a few times, his cock with leaking pre-cum trailing all over her.

Finally, she felt his fingers pull her open slightly before guiding himself inside her. Sierra groaned, and for the second time, felt the sensation of getting taken from behind. She was beginning to enjoy this, much more than even she had imagined.

Sierra gripped the sheets as Mark continued to pound her from behind. It wasn't quite as large as the dildo from the previous night, but she could feel him filling her up in a way like never before. And then he began to quiz her about the nightie. She was saving this for their anniversary two years back, but never picked up the courage to wear it. It was actually the salesgirl who picked it out for her, assuring her that her husband would love it.

But from the tone in Mark's voice, Sierra didn't sense anger, nor jealousy. In fact, there was nothing but pleasure, even lust. It was almost as if Mark wanted her to be screwing with the mailman.

Yet Sierra couldn't be sure, and instead of telling Mark she had bought it years ago, asked, "darling, are you angry ? About the mailman?"
 
Sierra was receiving an overload of information and revelations. She had no idea just how twisted Mark's mind was. The source of his lust and sexual desires was not merely seeing her as a slut wife. It was more, much more than that. It was wanting to see her behave like a slut. It was to see her cheat on him, like a slut. It was to see her make love - no, not make love. It was to see her fuck, or get fucked like a slut.

And now it was her who was feeling yet another unfamiliar emotion rise up inside her. Yes, it was anger, maybe even a sense of betrayal. Not only was Mark not angry at the thought of her fucking the mailman; he wanted her to be fucking the mailman. He wanted her to take his cock between her lips, lips that have been faithful to him all these years. He wanted her to spread her legs to another man, like a whore without morals. He wanted him to have a large cock that would rip her apart, to fill her up like he could never do with his own cock. And he possibly wanted all this and more.

But that moment passed just as quickly, and Sierra's willingness to please Mark, at all costs if necessary, seemed to override her other thoughts. She wanted to become his slut wife, if it indeed made him happy.

It was about the same time when she came to this resolution that Mark stopped his movement, and slid himself out of her. Gasping slightly for air from the exertions, Sierra turned to face Mark, only to see him holding up both dildos with reasonable delight on his face.

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"Mark, love? Do you really want to see me fucking another man? Does it not bother you at all?" Sierra said even as she heard the moans coming from the onscreen action. It seemed the blonde had a cock and a dildo inside her at the same time.
 
At the end of it all, Sierra felt a sense of liberation, in more ways than one. She finally had a good grasp of Mark's desires, his issues, and his boundaries. She began to have a pretty good idea how she could help to fulfill his darkest fantasies, and be sure that neither of them would be hurt in the process. But all that will be in the future that awaits them.

For now, she just wanted to make love to her husband, relishing the present while anticipating the possibilities that will come to be.

Sierra turns sitting on the bed, spreading her legs open wantonly. "Come here, love," Sierra beckoned with her hand.

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And once Mark was pulled in, she leaned forward, kissing his naked chest as she began to tug at the hem of her nightie.

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The nightie had served its purpose, and for now, it would be better off in a pile at the foot of the bed. There was so much more Sierra and Mark had to get through before the night was over.

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And with a final tug she pulls it up and over her head, allowing her full breasts to bounce freely in the process. She was just left in her thong, but decided to leave it on. Sierra wanted to become Mark's slut wife starting from this very night.
 
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