Dream Cream – Conclusion [to be continued?]

Cool, early evening breezes were blowing gently off the Gulf at our favorite beach cafe. On our table of two, draped with a white table cloth, sat a votive candle, a single red rose, and two half-full glasses of wine. Anne’s beauty, a beach cover that revealed lovely breasts that have satisfied me for decades, and her playful smile perfected the setting and occasion.

Our hushed conversation, punctuated with her delightful laughter, turned increasingly flirtatious. She surprised me, after a rather colorful comment – for Anne’s ears, only – regarding my uncontrollable horniness for her pussy, by pressing her toes into my crotch, sending an electric shock from the tip of my wet cock, down my shaft, to my balls, up and through my perineum and into my prostate. I nearly shot my wad when she flashed a beguiling smile with horny bedroom eyes.

Although both of us knew what was happening below the table top, completely hidden by the down-to-the-floor white linen, we nonchalantly continued our conversation. The tables of lovers nearby had no idea that this gorgeous, sophisticated older woman was toe fucking her man!

Anne pulled back just as I pressed my hot rod against her Juicy Love red manicured toes. Her look said, ‘Don’t! Let me, not you!’ My immediate meekness elicited a sly smile from her and it brought her warm wriggly toes back to my aching groin.

Deftly working her toes under my uplifted dick, Anne gently massaged my boys. ‘Agh,’ formed on my lips as her toes curled over my left ball and she rolled it slowly back and forth on the edge of my chair. It was all I could do to keep my face from showing the increasing pleasurable pain she was inflicting on my sperm filled sac. Anne raised her eyes, smiling wickedly as she slid down in her chair, planting her left foot on my quivering cock.

Fearing she would pull away if I mimicked her slouching move to drive the underside of my, dripping with pre-cum cock against the heel of her foot, I whispered softly through teeth clenched masking my impulse to groan with pleasure, ‘You’re gonna make me cream my shorts! Ooh, just fuck me! Fuck me, harder!’ My desperate words transformed her face into that glorious, flushed look of a wife wanting to receive her husband’s creamy cum in her sensuous mouth, her puckered pussy, even feeling it squirt all over her fucking toes and feet.

What happened next, nearly put me over my horny edge. Anne drove the toes of her right foot under my wonderfully abused balls, positioning her big toe perfectly in my perineum. Again, a jolt of pleasure bolted upward as my prostate ached with stimulated pleasure. I raised my hand to my face to hide my screwed-up look that could tell the rest of the diners just that; my dear wife was screwing me with her feet right there, under the table, and I’m about to make a mess with my hot, load of creamy cum. By putting my elbow on the table to rest my hand under my chin and fingers over my mouth, that had rocked me forward in my chair. This drove Anne’s perfectly shaped sexy toe into my perineum and my hot rod into the heel of her other foot.

‘Argh,’ I urgently murmured through my clamped-shut mouth covered by my prison-bar fingers, ‘Oh, Anne, keep fucking me – just like that – oh, fuck it feels good! Fuck my prostate! Fuck my cock! Mmmm, it feels sooo good!

My hot cum began to jettison its way from my toe fucked prostate, trying to push its way out through my cock flattened my Anne’s foot. That wonderful wave of utter ecstasy began to warmly wash over me from those sensitive nerves lovingly being massaged by my lovely Anne.  Anne’s face showed her own horny arousal. Her face was flushed hot, her tongue sexily peeked through her full lips, and a hint of nipple poked through her top. The thought of her pussy, dripping her liquid on her luscious labia, pushed me toward my orgasmic explosion. My creamy cum kept building up and the pressure finally triggered the ignition of my massive orgasm. ‘Oh . . . my . . . fuck! I’m cumming! . Anne! I’m fucking creaming my shorts!’

With a jolt, I awoke. The fog began to clear as the recollection of my insatiable horniness returned, brought on by feeling my half-mast cock twitch in eager readiness to relieve my prostate of its pent-up cum. ‘What the . . . !,’ I nearly blurted out, as my cock head brushed against my sleeping shorts. The front of my shorts and crotch was covered with my creamy cum! A smile broke across my face as this 67-year-old soaked-up the realization that he had just creamed his pajamas – hadn’t done that for more than four decades!

I got out of bed quietly, . . .

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4 replies
  1. Harper Shelby Thornton
    Harper Shelby Thornton says:

    Well, that was some story! Thank you for sharing it! Beautiful how you're still hot for each other. God bless you and Anne

  2. Anonymous
    Anonymous says:

    Sort of dream I have, about my beautiful wife, with the same result. I have been blessed to be married to her for 30 years, next month.
    God bless you both.
    Tim

  3. PacMan
    PacMan says:

    Nice! Very hot dream! Reminded me of when we were engaged. One time we were watching a movie on the couch and her foot rested on my dick. She enjoyed feeling my growing erection with her foot and didn't take it off. It was getting quite "hard" for both of us to concentrate on the movie. Then her foot began to rub the outside of my pants with a bit of mischievous intentionality. My mouth started breathing deeply, and she knew what that meant. She shifted a bit on the couch, and I wondered if she was going to leave me hanging. Nope. She actually pushed her heel onto my cock and was now in a position to move her foot faster. She knew what she was doing to me, but I still said "This is going to make me explode." She just smirked and said "Go for it!" A few seconds later I was filling my underwear and pants with my warm seed. She was delighted to see her handywork soaking through my pants. Then we enjoyed the end of the movie.

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