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I am a 30 something married woman, outwardly happy with my lot, I am happy with my husband of 10 years, so far no kiddies, but not for the want of trying, lately I have been having a re occurring dream, not every night or sometimes during the day, but about 4 times a week and it has left me wondering why I have this dream.
It all started of quite innocently, I was in bed one morning and I was watching an old black and white film, can't remember the title, there was no nudity or sex, but it struck a chord with me. I drifted off to sleep and I had the strangest dream and I woke in a sweat and almost sobbing when I woke.
I can vividly remember that I was married and living in a darker place however at first I did not realise that it was my real husband as I was married to someone else and I was waiting at the front door for my husband in my dream to return home and I was dressed in the style that would have been the fashion during the 1940's.
I was waiting for my husband at the front door of our terraced house, when he arrived it was a complete stranger, although in my dream it was my husband so acted as I knew him.
I had dinner prepared and we ate, all the time he was running his hand up and down my legs feeling for my stocking tops. This of course was turning me on.
After dinner we cleared up and I was about to slip out to the shops when he stopped me and he just told me to strip, I was taken aback
but as a dutiful housewife I did, off came my dress and slip, so I was standing in my bra, knickers, suspender belt and nylon stockings, which I had never worn in reality ever, I must admit when I saw my reflection in the mirror in out sitting room I did look very sexy, although I remember I was also feeling vulnerable, my husband assisted to remove the rest of my clothing until I was nude. He made me suck his cock until he was big and hard and all the time he was trying to fondle my large free swinging breasts.
He told me to lie on the floor and he stripped and got on top of me and fucked me, I closed my eyes as if some sub conscious thought told me this was wrong and it was not my husband and I didn't want to look into his eyes when he or I climaxed. I can't remember anymore, as I always wake up before either of us climax in my dreams?
This is leaving me in a sweat when I wake, I am at a loss as to why I should be dreaming I am a married wife from the 1940's and dressed accordingly
I must confess reading lesbian confessions got me worked up. I ended up masturbating to dirty thoughts of different women I know. I am a 27 SF married and never with a girl.
This may seem like a boring confession, but I can’t tell anyone in my life, so here I am; I’m a female engaged to another female. Yet I cannot stop thinking about the guy I’ve been hooking up with for almost a year.
The smart, reasonable side of me is VERY aware that it’s only sex. (AMAZING sex, but that’s it.)
But the hopeless romantic side of me, loves laying next to him in bed.
I take any opportunity I can to see him. And when I can’t for a while, I find myself wondering what he’s doing and missing how he feels inside of me.
Damn life.
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