Don Lewis

Two-way wife

CHAPTER ONE

A dream that I was to have again and again started the series of events that eventually led Mike and me to Susan. In the dream, another woman succeeded in seducing me. I had never been a girl who worries a lot, especially about dreams, but this dream did upset me. Before the dream, lesbianism had never held any attraction at all for me. I had felt as if my husband and other men were completely satisfying my sexual needs. Yet the dream changed all that.

At first, the dream was always the same. As it began, I stood naked at the door of a large, bright, airy room. A gentle breeze carried the scent of perfume to me. There was soft carpet beneath my bare feet.

A huge canopied four-poster bed stood at the far side of the room. A beautiful woman, wearing only the flimsiest of nightgowns, slept on the satin sheets that covered the bed.

For the first few moments of the dream, I stared at her. Her high cheekbones, slightly slanted eyes, and long, lustrous black hair gave her a Eurasian appearance. Her full lips added to her sensual appeal.

Her body fascinated me. Dark nipples at the center of her huge tits provided a sharp contrast to her light skin. Her tiny waist curved out into large, inviting hips that, in turn, gave way to firm, well-shaped thighs. Her cunt interested me most, of course. The dark, hairy beaver riveted my gaze. I couldn't take my eyes off the black curls that covered her slit. I leaned forward, as if to see more clearly, but it wasn't necessary. Her transparent nightgown hid nothing from my view.

I felt my cunt throb and my nipples harden. Small goosebumps of excitement rose on my shoulders and neck. My legs felt weak. All the signs of my own arousal were there for me to see and feel. I had never been stimulated by the sight of another woman, but the erotic allure of this woman got to me!

I wanted to look at her, to stare at her, but I also wanted to run away. I had seen naked women before, had even seen two women locked in a sixty-nine, eagerly lapping each other's cunts, but I had always turned away. Some of that distaste stayed with me in the dream, but not much of it.

Although I kept telling myself to leave, I didn't. Instead, I felt increasingly as if the woman's beauty were drawing me to her.

I felt afraid, uncomfortable, ambivalent, but I moved forward tentatively, a few steps closer. I could feel my heart beating wildly in my chest from the excitement. My pussy throbbed with desire. As I moved closer, the woman seemed to sense my presence. She began to sleep more restlessly. Her arms stretched out as if she were reaching for something, but nothing was there.

Her legs moved slightly. They, too, seemed to be looking for something as she moved them apart and then together. She kept rolling about on the bed, legs apart, head thrown back, tossing and turning in her sleep. Then, her legs spread apart, she lay still.