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... Christine tickles my ear, I rise and turn to her. She is in a black peignoir with a deep-necked sitting on a huge bed in a huge, expensively furnished bedroom (obviously her own).

- Well, dear, how do you congratulate me? - temptingly licked her lips, she whispers. Christine throws back her golden bangs and lowers the peignoir's strap, exposing the elastic chest. Nipples are swollen and invite me to do them, my eyes devour the beauty, and the penis is filled with the desire for sex.

I love dreams, because from your reality you find yourself in another - bright and inaccessible, but where at night, while you are sleeping, you can experience the impossible. So I take this dream as a gift. Congratulate Christina in her own bed, what dream can be brighter?

- I go to you.

I reach out to her, pounce, like a predator and valyu in bed. She grabs me by the shoulders and we merge into a passionate kiss. Christina is a great kisser, my tongue is sinking in her wet gentle warmth, and with growing excitement I push my tongue deep in my mouth, as if trying to reach her glands. Christina's breath dabs at my nose, and the hands are on my buttocks, they bare and dig their nails at them. Then Christina sharply arches and throws me on my back. The peignoir frees her gorgeous body and reveals the complete temptation of the picture before me. Pour tightened breasts, long neck and narrow hips, turning into a smooth line of turned legs. She is defiantly sexy and aggressive in her desire.

“Let's play horse racing, honey,” I hear, in a hoarse, trembling voice. - The girl wants to jump.

And after these words, Christina lifts herself up (I catch with greedy eyes the look of her shaved bosom), spreads her legs and sits on top of a dick standing by a stake. The end feels like a dense ring immerses it in itself, irrigates with moisture and slides on it to the very foundation. I sigh loudly, almost screaming when Christina starts jumping on me like a wound up. In the twilight of the room I see her pupils roll, and her bangs fly away one way or the other away from the frictions. I want to try for her, bend backwards and dolblyu oncoming movements, and she sighs and squeaks in response. Christine wraps mine around with her palms, presses them into the mattress and lays down from above, touching her nipples with my breast sticking out. I am ready to cum from such pleasure, but restrain an orgasm, wanting to appease him to the fullest. For this and need such dreams.

She stops jumping on me, but the greed for pleasure does not leave her little face. Today she is insatiable, because she jumps off me and gets on all fours.

“Now fuck me with cancer,” Christina commands. Is she always in command, or only in bed on the occasion of her birthday? But I do not have to beg, for a second I find myself behind and send a member to her framed hole. The phallus flies in easily, like to his home, and continues to push, and his hands tightly clasp Christina's hips and help the member to receive and give pleasure. Soon Christine screams and drops her lovely head on the bed. But I am not ready to let her go without taking the end out of the vagina, gently put the girl on my stomach and lay down on top. The palms are tightly dug into Kristinina's wet ass, I swing from above, driving the phallus as deep as possible into her hole, catching every moment of friction about her sexy body. No longer able to hold back, fix her deep moan and feel the jet coming to the edge ...

“Not to me,” I hear Christina, pull out my dick and lower her bulging ass on the mounds. With the pleasure that has become the reward for the satisfaction delivered to the birthday girl, I sigh and fall next to her. Soon this great dream will end, and I will return to Masha ...

Five minutes later we were lying in bed, Christine, having nestled on me, pulls my nipple, and then tickles my ear again.

“Only my wife can do this,” I notice to Cristina.

- Of course, my cat. That's what I am - she is.

Like lightning strikes my head. I look at her in surprise, then with no less surprise I look around the luxurious bedroom. Sleep still does not pass.

- Vlad, what are you doing? - the girl does not understand.

“You said that you are a wife and there is,” I say, while I myself barely noticeably, but toughly pluck my hand. The pain pierces the pinched spot, and the back is covered with cold sweat. What's happening?

“Of course,” replies Christina, surprised. - Why would I marry you, so as not to be called a wife. Already five years.

She snorts, gets out of bed and walks over to the chair. I admire her ass, turned to me sideways.

“Christina,” I call the girl.

- What? - she turns to me

- And in the ass you can?

“What else,” Christina replies gruffly and throws a robe on. - Better get up, we have to go to work.

I find my dressing gown in the chair and leave the bedroom of a large apartment in the European style, furnished no less expensive than the bedroom. I look around the walls, as if I'm here for the first time and see what I was looking for.

Our joint portrait with Christina. The girl in the wedding dress and I in the suit happily smile at the family photo. I am not sleeping. I'm just losing my mind.

But the mind quickly returns to me this morning, and I come to my senses. This is my apartment, and Christina is my wife.

“I had a long dream,” I confess to Christine, rummaging in the bedroom closet. - And you know what? That I am married to another.

- And how is she? - ironically asks the wife, not looking up from the case. - From the nightmare did not wake up? Or on the contrary, did not hurry to wake up?

I do not even find that answer. A life-long dream is stuck in my memory, and it is worth my effort to accept the surrounding reality as my real one. But this is my life, and I like it. Beautiful wife and a comfortable existence.

“Have breakfast, dear,” Christina calls me and I go to our dining room. The maid kindly wishes us a good morning and sets the table. Some meat and vegetable dish is brought to me, I pick it with a fork, and then I appeal to the maid Lisa:

- Do you have oatmeal?

It seemed to me that Lisa would drop the tray, and Christina looks like an abnormal one.

- Vladik, is something bothering you? Are you sick?

I just shook my head. No, I'm healthy, just wake up for a long time.

“I felt good with you,” I whisper to Christine.

“And I am with you,” she smiles, takes my hand in hers, and we have breakfast like a happy married couple.

“It's time, Vlad,” Christina announces soon, “the driver has already arrived. Holiday holiday, and the working day in the corporation has not been canceled. Get dressed, go to the office.

- What for? - I ask, finally, probably the most stupid question this morning.

Christina looks at me carefully and with a smile.

“Vlad ... I understand that you were incomparable, you ended up cool with me, but it’s time to move away from the magical orgasm and get involved in business,” she notes with irony and answers. - Then you are the president of the company, and I am the financial director. And we have to fucking work today.

Well, yes, what am I doing? I headed the company a couple of years ago, from the moment when Sokolov Sr. fell ill and retired. Christina, this business lady, took a festive costume from the closet. She was going to look, as always, stunning.

- This one? - she came to me.

I nod in response, the costume fits tightly with her figure, emphasizes the bulge from below, and regret that we have no anal sex. Perhaps this is the only thing I lack in life. Smile mentally and the mood rises. Any man will envy my fate!

Half an hour later, we sat down in the snow-white 500th Mercedes, whose doors were politely opened by the driver, and we were going to the office. Employees greet the supporters while I and Christina climb up in the building, each on my own floor, and I absorb the taste of power. The luxurious office of the president of an investment company, where the father-in-law once worked, Sokolov, is my office, in which ... Read more →