As I slowly woke up, I fought back, trying to hold on to a sweet but nonspecific dream. The redhead sucking my cock was and wasn’t one of two ex-girlfriends or three porn stars or four actresses. She looked up from where she knelt between my legs with her green, blue, or brown eyes. I tried to focus, to resolve her into one face and hold it long enough to complete the wet dream, but it dispersed too quickly.
The reality that settled over me wasn’t bad. I don’t usually sleep that way, but obviously, Jewel had rolled me onto my back. The warm round impressions of her butt against my belly told me she was straddling me reverse-cowgirl. The inspiration for the vision in my sleep was her well-lubed fingers playing with my genitals.
Through eye slits, I admired her graceful back and swaying mop of chestnut hair and began to recall the familiarity of the situation. Just in time, I stopped myself from reaching for her ass.
My wife had done this before, although always with me awake so that I could properly cooperate. She wanted to jerk off “her cock,” trying to get closer to what it felt like to have one.
In this one-woman show, I was an elaborate prop.
“There are no small parts,” she laughed the first time we did it, quoting Stanislavski, “only small actors!”
I was to take no actions to disrupt her imagination. My body would react to what she did, and her sensing my involuntary jerks, gasps, moans, and inevitable climax keyed her own feelings. By starting when I was still asleep, she took a risk that I would break the spell before I was wide awake. Taking a deep breath and relaxing my body as her left hand massaged my scrotum, I let her know I was on duty.
Her pleasure was not completely vicarious. In earlier sessions, we had tried different positions and angles so that as her hand pumped my cock, her thumb “accidentally” stroked over her clit. Balls were less obvious, but as her fingers plied them, her wrist rubbed her vulva, mimicking the less intense and less focused warmth they produce.
My wife was well acquainted with my sexual responses and skillfully worked my dick into a glowing bar of steel. My breaths grew short and rapid and my thighs tensed. Her body squirmed on top of me and I had to resist my reflex to grab it.
Whether it was her mood or the possibility that she had given herself a head start, it seemed we were close to Jewel’s goal—her reaching orgasm as “her cock” erupted. As her excitement rose, I felt her tug my dick closer to her pussy, letting her thumb grind deeper into her flesh. This would be a first, and I anticipated her delight, while desperately trying to stay in character.
Holding my breath and teetering on the brink, there was suddenly something missing. She had let go of my penis! The abrupt shock made me whimper as my body pleaded for any stimulation that would release the pressure she had built up in it. I almost spoke, wondering what had gone wrong. My silence allowed me to hear that Jewel, too, was whimpering.