HOTTEST DREAM EVER
I was awakened in the wee hours of the morning by my wife's moans, about a month ago. I had been deeply asleep, and if I was dreaming, I have no recollection. My first groggy thought was that Diane was ill, and that I needed to do something to help her, if not call for an ambulance.
It took me several seconds to realize that her crotch was rubbing against my leg as I lay on my back, and then a few more seconds to understand that her pussy was very, very wet, so much so that I at first thought she had lost control of her bladder. That idea faded away quickly when I heard her fervent whisper of, "Please! Please! More!"
She stopped whispering then, and went back to moaning while all the time rubbing her pussy against my leg, and I was awakened enough by that time to realize that she was having a wet dream, and just the thought of her experiencing something like that was the most-erotic thing that had ever happened in the twelve years we'd been married. She had always been very reserved when it came to sex, and didn't even like for us to hold hands in public, let alone kiss each other when there were other people around. When she did let me have sex, I always had to be on top, and not only that, but I had to wear a rubber so I wouldn't make a mess. That's why just the thought of her being really hot to trot was so exciting to me.
Her passionate moans and her frantic movements against my leg ended with a gasp as she forced her crotch against me with so much force that I thought she was going to push me out of the bed. Suddenly she relaxed, and with a deep breath rolled over on her back and became completely still and seemed to be asleep.
For my part, I was more turned on than I'd been in many years, and I couldn't stop my hand from reaching out to her breasts. Her nipples were absolutely huge, and so hard that they seemed to be carved from wood, and I just couldn't resist caressing them. And then it was my turn to rub against her leg, and before I could even begin to stop myself my cock was growing longer and harder than it had been for a long, long time.
It was just as I leaned across to take one of her nipples in my mouth that she came groggily awake, and then in a flash her arms were wrapped around me and she was kissing me with far more passion than she'd shown even on our wedding night. I did my best to match her passion, because her arousal seemed to increase my own, and mine seemed to cause hers to grow, and before I knew it I was rubbing my cock faster and faster against her leg, and then the inevitable happened. I tried to hold back, but by then there was no denying what my body had to have, and my semen flowed across her leg where it was smeared over her skin and mine by my frantic movements.
As both of us began to cool down, and our breathing became more inhaling than gasping, I said, "I made a huge mess, and it's all my fault. I'm sorry."
To my utter and complete amazement, all she did was put one hand on my head and push it down as she said, "Since you made the mess, you have to clean it up. Get busy."
I was still more than a little turned on, and every story I'd ever read on the Internet about a guy's wife making him lick his cum off of, as well as out of her body kept running through what passed for my mind right then. I ducked under the covers just as fast as I could go, and once I reached her upper thigh when I'd made the mess, I started licking and swallowing just as fast as I could.
After she'd permitted me to do that for a few minutes, she said softly, "Okay, I think you got all of it off me. You can come back up here now."
Since what I'd been doing had aroused me quite a bit, I was reluctant to stop, and even was entertaining fantasies about maybe, just maybe seeing if she'd let me transfer my attentions to her pussy, which was something she almost never let me do. Then I thought maybe it'd be best to not press my luck, and just hope that she'd have another of those hot dreams the next time we went to bed.
When I settled in place beside her, she leaned over and kissed me with more emotion than she'd shown in a long time, and as she pulled back, she said, "I could taste your cum on your lips. It doesn't taste all that bad, does it?"
Well, to say I was struck dumb would barely scratch the surface of the way I felt, mainly because she'd never shown anything but revulsion when I used to suggest that maybe, just maybe, she could take me in her mouth? Please? So just the mere suggestion that maybe she might do that in the future was a big turn-on for me.
We lay there hugging each other for a long time, and I was getting more and more curious all the time about what had got her so hot while I was asleep. Finally unable to be patient any longer, I said, "Sweetie, did you have some sort of dream that bothered you a little while ago? When I woke up, you were making little noises and . . . uh . . . moving around a lot. Did you have a bad dream?"
She lay there for so long that I was sure she wasn't going to answer me, but then she said so softly that I could barely make out her words, "Well, yeah, I did have a dream, but I don't think you'd be interested in it."
Of course, that was guaranteed to make me even more interested than ever, so I just couldn't drop it, and said, "Well, I am interested, because if it's something bad, it'd be better for you to talk about it rather than just trying to bottle it up inside you. Right? Why don't you tell me what happened."
"Well, in the first place," she said, "it wasn't a bad dream by any stretch of the imagination. Actually, it was probably the best dream I've ever had, but I definitely don't want to tell you about it because you'd just get mad at me."
It took me a few seconds to think of something that would convince her to describe her dream for me, and then I said, "Sweetie, I love you and I want to know everything about you. Please tell me about your dream, and then maybe I'll be able to help you have more wonderful dreams just like it."
She took a long time to think about that, then after taking a big breath and sighing, she began with, "Well, okay, honey. I think I owe you that much, but at the same time I think you're going to be upset when you find out what I was dreaming about. Are you really and truly sure you want to hear about it?"
By then wild horses couldn't have dragged me away from hearing about her dream, so I just came back with a tiny, pleading, "Please."
I guess that convinced her I was really serious, so she took another long breath, then began describing what her dream had been all about.
"In my dream, we were grocery shopping like we always do, and when I was down on my knees getting something from the lowest shelf, a man walked up beside me. I looked up at him and saw he was a really, really big black guy, and he was taking something off the top shelf. When he looked down at me he smiled real big, then turned so he was facing me, and right there in my face was the biggest fucking bulge I'd ever seen in a man's pants. My god, honey! His thing must have been bigger than the ones the horses out at your folks' ranch have. In my wildest imagination, it had never occurred to me a man could be so huge.
"Well, the guy looked down at me and smiled real big, and I knew he knew I'd been looking at his bulge, and I was really interested in it. He give me his hand and I just couldn't stop myself from taking it so he could help me up, and then he looked at you standing by the grocery cart and said just as plain as day, 'You've got the most-beautiful woman I've ever seen, man. I'll bet she's really hot in bed, too.'
"I just knew you were going to cause a big scene right there in the store, but all you did was agree with him that I was beautiful, and then say, 'As far as the part about her being hot in bed, why don't you take her home and find out for yourself?'
"The guy just said, 'Okay, man, I will. Thanks for loaning her to me. I'll let you have her back in a month or two, if I get finished with her by then.' He then took my hand again and started pulling me toward the front of the store, and when I looked back at you I saw that you were smiling really big at me, and I knew you weren't going to do anything to stop him from taking me home.
"He led me out of the store and then over to his car, then opened the door and helped me get inside. When he leaned over me to fasten my seat belt, he turned his head and looked right at me and asked, 'This is okay with you, isn't it.' All I did to answer him was to pull his head closer and kiss him and put my tongue in his mouth to show him how much I wanted to go to bed with him.
"As we were driving out of the parking lot, I saw you standing by the front door of the grocery story and you were waving good-bye to me. I waved back, and then that was the last time I thought of you for a long time.
"As soon as we were on the street, he took my hand and put it on his bulge, and my fingers just went crazy as they played with it. He asked me if I'd ever had a black man fuck me before, and I think all I said was, 'No,' but since I wasn't thinking real straight by then, I'm not sure about that. He chuckled as he said, 'Then you're in for the ride of your life, bitch. I'm gonna show you the truth of the old saying, "Once you go black, you'll never go back." '
"He drove me to his home and parked along the street in front of it, and after he'd opened my door and unfastened the seat belt, he picked me up in his arms and carried me up to the front door. He told me since it was going to be our honeymoon, he wanted to carry me over the threshold, so everyone who saw us would think we were really married, and he did.
"He carried me down a hallway to his bedroom, and once we were inside he put me down, then took off my blouse and bra. He played with my boobs for a while, and when my nipples got big for him, he sucked them into his mouth one at a time and chewed on them to really turn me on. When he thought I was ready for the next step, he dropped down in front of me and took off my shoes and stockings, and then just drove me crazy when he took off my slacks and kissed and licked me through my panties. Oh, god, honey, that was just the best thing any man had ever done for me, and I was afraid I was going to cum right then and there, so I begged his to please stop, because I wanted to cum when he was inside me.
"I guess he got the message, because he jerked down my panties, gave my clit a last kiss, and then stood up. He put my hands on the front of his shirt, and all of a sudden my fingers were flying from button to button, trying to get his shirt off just as fast as I could. Before it had even settled to the floor I was on my knees and taking off his shoes and socks, and his feet were so beautiful that I couldn't resist kissing and licking them like he'd done with my crotch.
"His bulge had been growing all the time as I undressed him, and I just about ripped his pants to pieces because I was so frantic to get him naked so I could see it and touch it and kiss it and suck it. As soon as I pulled them down I saw he wasn't wearing any undershorts, and that just made it hotter than ever for me. His cock was really hard for me, but it was so big and heavy that it couldn't stand up like your little dick does when it gets hard. I had to duck my head way down to get his cock in my mouth, and once I tasted his cum I just about passed out, it tasted so good.
"He said the same thing I had, that he wanted his first climax with me to be when he was inside my pussy, and then he threw me down on his bed and then all he did was stand there and look at me, so I spread my legs really wide so he could see where I wanted him. I guess he got the idea, because he got between my legs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit until it was real shiny with my cunt juices, and then he tried to put it inside me.
"I almost laughed when he said, 'Damn, woman! You a fucking virgin, or what? Ain't you ever been fucked in your whole life? Of is that husband of yours just a pencil dick?' I told him which part was true, and he laughed a tiny bit, then concentrated in forcing the head of his monster inside me where I had to have it.
"By the time the head was all the way in I was reaching around him and digging my fingernails into his ass and trying to pull him into me as fast as he could make it go. I guess he got the idea and he started pushing really hard, and I could feel my cunt stretching and it hurt so bad but I didn't care, 'cause I needed him so much.
"By the time he had about half of his cock inside me, I could already feel the head hit bottom, but that didn't stop him and he just kept pushing. All of a sudden I felt something I'd never, ever felt in my life, and I knew the head was in the part that has my eggs, and I loved that so much that I just begged him and begged him to fuck me harder, and he did.
"Just a few seconds after that he started groaning, and that told me he was cumming inside me and his cum was spraying all over my eggs, and then I knew he was going to make me have his baby, and I wanted that so bad and I kept begging him to keep fucking me and keep fucking me until all my eggs turned into his babies. And that's when I climaxed so hard that I blacked out.
"I don't know how long that part went on, but after what seemed like ages he pulled his monster out of my cunt and got on his knees beside my head so I could suck it clean. I loved that so much, honey! His cum was just the best thing I'd ever tasted, and I wished that he'd saved some for me to swallow, but I guess it was more important for him to put all his babies in my womb, so that made it all right.
"After that he let me sleep for a while, then shook me awake and said he needed to take me home to my husband, so I did my best to get dressed. I gave him directions to our house, and after he'd walked me to our door he kissed me again, and then I made him promise that he'd fuck me as much as he possibly could from then on. And then I came inside and got in bed with you.
"I don't remember anything else that happened, so maybe that's when I woke up here in our bed."
I'm not sure if I was even sane after listening to her dream, but I do know that I was incredibly turned on, and when I got on top of her and she didn't insist that I put on a rubber, as she always had, it turned me on even more, so I just screwed her as much as possible until my balls exploded and there was nothing else left in them.
When she asked me if I wanted her to sit on my face, all I could do was just gasp, "Please," and then do my best to suck my entire load out of her pussy. That made her climax, which forced even more of my cum out of her, and I ate that, too.
I guess we both were too exhausted after that to do anything but sleep late the next morning. When I woke up, Diane was still asleep, so I just lay there quietly and looked at her beautiful face and thought of how lucky I was to have her in my life. I kept doing that until she woke up, and when she saw I was looking at her, she whispered, "So, honey, what do you think? Do you want to go grocery shopping with me after a while. Maybe a big, black guy will try to pick me up and you can tell him to take me home and fuck me. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
She started laughing then, but I was so far gone that all I could say was, "I want us to do that."
That sobered her up pretty fast, and she stared really hard at me for a long time before she said, "If you're serious, honey, then I am, too. I think it's something we've both needed for a long time. I want to warn you, though, that if you say you want it to happen, then I'll make sure it does. What's your final answer?"
"Let's go grocery shopping this afternoon. I want us to do that."
And that settled it. The problem was that we couldn't find any black men of any size in our regular grocery store, and when we drove to another one there were some black couples there, but all the men were with their wives, so none of them tried to pick up my wife. We finally decided to be patient, and to keep trying to find the right guy for us. And that's what we've been doing.
Oh, there's something else I wanted to tell anyone reading this. I know coincidences very rarely do happen, but when one of my friends told me something at work about a month after Diane's dream, I was really amazed to know one of them had happened to me. What he said was that his wife had told him about a dream she'd had that was really hot, and it involved her being picked up by a black man at a coffee shop where she likes to go for an espresso.
He then told me that she (his wife) had told him she was going to tell Diane about her dream, because it was so hot that she just couldn't help but share it with her best friend.
Funny how coincidences happen, isn't it?
The End
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I was awakened in the wee hours of the morning by my wife's moans, about a month ago. I had been deeply asleep, and if I was dreaming, I have no recollection. My first groggy thought was that Diane was ill, and that I needed to do something to help her, if not call for an ambulance.
It took me several seconds to realize that her crotch was rubbing against my leg as I lay on my back, and then a few more seconds to understand that her pussy was very, very wet, so much so that I at first thought she had lost control of her bladder. That idea faded away quickly when I heard her fervent whisper of, "Please! Please! More!"
She stopped whispering then, and went back to moaning while all the time rubbing her pussy against my leg, and I was awakened enough by that time to realize that she was having a wet dream, and just the thought of her experiencing something like that was the most-erotic thing that had ever happened in the twelve years we'd been married. She had always been very reserved when it came to sex, and didn't even like for us to hold hands in public, let alone kiss each other when there were other people around. When she did let me have sex, I always had to be on top, and not only that, but I had to wear a rubber so I wouldn't make a mess. That's why just the thought of her being really hot to trot was so exciting to me.
Her passionate moans and her frantic movements against my leg ended with a gasp as she forced her crotch against me with so much force that I thought she was going to push me out of the bed. Suddenly she relaxed, and with a deep breath rolled over on her back and became completely still and seemed to be asleep.
For my part, I was more turned on than I'd been in many years, and I couldn't stop my hand from reaching out to her breasts. Her nipples were absolutely huge, and so hard that they seemed to be carved from wood, and I just couldn't resist caressing them. And then it was my turn to rub against her leg, and before I could even begin to stop myself my cock was growing longer and harder than it had been for a long, long time.
It was just as I leaned across to take one of her nipples in my mouth that she came groggily awake, and then in a flash her arms were wrapped around me and she was kissing me with far more passion than she'd shown even on our wedding night. I did my best to match her passion, because her arousal seemed to increase my own, and mine seemed to cause hers to grow, and before I knew it I was rubbing my cock faster and faster against her leg, and then the inevitable happened. I tried to hold back, but by then there was no denying what my body had to have, and my semen flowed across her leg where it was smeared over her skin and mine by my frantic movements.
As both of us began to cool down, and our breathing became more inhaling than gasping, I said, "I made a huge mess, and it's all my fault. I'm sorry."
To my utter and complete amazement, all she did was put one hand on my head and push it down as she said, "Since you made the mess, you have to clean it up. Get busy."
I was still more than a little turned on, and every story I'd ever read on the Internet about a guy's wife making him lick his cum off of, as well as out of her body kept running through what passed for my mind right then. I ducked under the covers just as fast as I could go, and once I reached her upper thigh when I'd made the mess, I started licking and swallowing just as fast as I could.
After she'd permitted me to do that for a few minutes, she said softly, "Okay, I think you got all of it off me. You can come back up here now."
Since what I'd been doing had aroused me quite a bit, I was reluctant to stop, and even was entertaining fantasies about maybe, just maybe seeing if she'd let me transfer my attentions to her pussy, which was something she almost never let me do. Then I thought maybe it'd be best to not press my luck, and just hope that she'd have another of those hot dreams the next time we went to bed.
When I settled in place beside her, she leaned over and kissed me with more emotion than she'd shown in a long time, and as she pulled back, she said, "I could taste your cum on your lips. It doesn't taste all that bad, does it?"
Well, to say I was struck dumb would barely scratch the surface of the way I felt, mainly because she'd never shown anything but revulsion when I used to suggest that maybe, just maybe, she could take me in her mouth? Please? So just the mere suggestion that maybe she might do that in the future was a big turn-on for me.
We lay there hugging each other for a long time, and I was getting more and more curious all the time about what had got her so hot while I was asleep. Finally unable to be patient any longer, I said, "Sweetie, did you have some sort of dream that bothered you a little while ago? When I woke up, you were making little noises and . . . uh . . . moving around a lot. Did you have a bad dream?"
She lay there for so long that I was sure she wasn't going to answer me, but then she said so softly that I could barely make out her words, "Well, yeah, I did have a dream, but I don't think you'd be interested in it."
Of course, that was guaranteed to make me even more interested than ever, so I just couldn't drop it, and said, "Well, I am interested, because if it's something bad, it'd be better for you to talk about it rather than just trying to bottle it up inside you. Right? Why don't you tell me what happened."
"Well, in the first place," she said, "it wasn't a bad dream by any stretch of the imagination. Actually, it was probably the best dream I've ever had, but I definitely don't want to tell you about it because you'd just get mad at me."
It took me a few seconds to think of something that would convince her to describe her dream for me, and then I said, "Sweetie, I love you and I want to know everything about you. Please tell me about your dream, and then maybe I'll be able to help you have more wonderful dreams just like it."
She took a long time to think about that, then after taking a big breath and sighing, she began with, "Well, okay, honey. I think I owe you that much, but at the same time I think you're going to be upset when you find out what I was dreaming about. Are you really and truly sure you want to hear about it?"
By then wild horses couldn't have dragged me away from hearing about her dream, so I just came back with a tiny, pleading, "Please."
I guess that convinced her I was really serious, so she took another long breath, then began describing what her dream had been all about.
"In my dream, we were grocery shopping like we always do, and when I was down on my knees getting something from the lowest shelf, a man walked up beside me. I looked up at him and saw he was a really, really big black guy, and he was taking something off the top shelf. When he looked down at me he smiled real big, then turned so he was facing me, and right there in my face was the biggest fucking bulge I'd ever seen in a man's pants. My god, honey! His thing must have been bigger than the ones the horses out at your folks' ranch have. In my wildest imagination, it had never occurred to me a man could be so huge.
"Well, the guy looked down at me and smiled real big, and I knew he knew I'd been looking at his bulge, and I was really interested in it. He give me his hand and I just couldn't stop myself from taking it so he could help me up, and then he looked at you standing by the grocery cart and said just as plain as day, 'You've got the most-beautiful woman I've ever seen, man. I'll bet she's really hot in bed, too.'
"I just knew you were going to cause a big scene right there in the store, but all you did was agree with him that I was beautiful, and then say, 'As far as the part about her being hot in bed, why don't you take her home and find out for yourself?'
"The guy just said, 'Okay, man, I will. Thanks for loaning her to me. I'll let you have her back in a month or two, if I get finished with her by then.' He then took my hand again and started pulling me toward the front of the store, and when I looked back at you I saw that you were smiling really big at me, and I knew you weren't going to do anything to stop him from taking me home.
"He led me out of the store and then over to his car, then opened the door and helped me get inside. When he leaned over me to fasten my seat belt, he turned his head and looked right at me and asked, 'This is okay with you, isn't it.' All I did to answer him was to pull his head closer and kiss him and put my tongue in his mouth to show him how much I wanted to go to bed with him.
"As we were driving out of the parking lot, I saw you standing by the front door of the grocery story and you were waving good-bye to me. I waved back, and then that was the last time I thought of you for a long time.
"As soon as we were on the street, he took my hand and put it on his bulge, and my fingers just went crazy as they played with it. He asked me if I'd ever had a black man fuck me before, and I think all I said was, 'No,' but since I wasn't thinking real straight by then, I'm not sure about that. He chuckled as he said, 'Then you're in for the ride of your life, bitch. I'm gonna show you the truth of the old saying, "Once you go black, you'll never go back." '
"He drove me to his home and parked along the street in front of it, and after he'd opened my door and unfastened the seat belt, he picked me up in his arms and carried me up to the front door. He told me since it was going to be our honeymoon, he wanted to carry me over the threshold, so everyone who saw us would think we were really married, and he did.
"He carried me down a hallway to his bedroom, and once we were inside he put me down, then took off my blouse and bra. He played with my boobs for a while, and when my nipples got big for him, he sucked them into his mouth one at a time and chewed on them to really turn me on. When he thought I was ready for the next step, he dropped down in front of me and took off my shoes and stockings, and then just drove me crazy when he took off my slacks and kissed and licked me through my panties. Oh, god, honey, that was just the best thing any man had ever done for me, and I was afraid I was going to cum right then and there, so I begged his to please stop, because I wanted to cum when he was inside me.
"I guess he got the message, because he jerked down my panties, gave my clit a last kiss, and then stood up. He put my hands on the front of his shirt, and all of a sudden my fingers were flying from button to button, trying to get his shirt off just as fast as I could. Before it had even settled to the floor I was on my knees and taking off his shoes and socks, and his feet were so beautiful that I couldn't resist kissing and licking them like he'd done with my crotch.
"His bulge had been growing all the time as I undressed him, and I just about ripped his pants to pieces because I was so frantic to get him naked so I could see it and touch it and kiss it and suck it. As soon as I pulled them down I saw he wasn't wearing any undershorts, and that just made it hotter than ever for me. His cock was really hard for me, but it was so big and heavy that it couldn't stand up like your little dick does when it gets hard. I had to duck my head way down to get his cock in my mouth, and once I tasted his cum I just about passed out, it tasted so good.
"He said the same thing I had, that he wanted his first climax with me to be when he was inside my pussy, and then he threw me down on his bed and then all he did was stand there and look at me, so I spread my legs really wide so he could see where I wanted him. I guess he got the idea, because he got between my legs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit until it was real shiny with my cunt juices, and then he tried to put it inside me.
"I almost laughed when he said, 'Damn, woman! You a fucking virgin, or what? Ain't you ever been fucked in your whole life? Of is that husband of yours just a pencil dick?' I told him which part was true, and he laughed a tiny bit, then concentrated in forcing the head of his monster inside me where I had to have it.
"By the time the head was all the way in I was reaching around him and digging my fingernails into his ass and trying to pull him into me as fast as he could make it go. I guess he got the idea and he started pushing really hard, and I could feel my cunt stretching and it hurt so bad but I didn't care, 'cause I needed him so much.
"By the time he had about half of his cock inside me, I could already feel the head hit bottom, but that didn't stop him and he just kept pushing. All of a sudden I felt something I'd never, ever felt in my life, and I knew the head was in the part that has my eggs, and I loved that so much that I just begged him and begged him to fuck me harder, and he did.
"Just a few seconds after that he started groaning, and that told me he was cumming inside me and his cum was spraying all over my eggs, and then I knew he was going to make me have his baby, and I wanted that so bad and I kept begging him to keep fucking me and keep fucking me until all my eggs turned into his babies. And that's when I climaxed so hard that I blacked out.
"I don't know how long that part went on, but after what seemed like ages he pulled his monster out of my cunt and got on his knees beside my head so I could suck it clean. I loved that so much, honey! His cum was just the best thing I'd ever tasted, and I wished that he'd saved some for me to swallow, but I guess it was more important for him to put all his babies in my womb, so that made it all right.
"After that he let me sleep for a while, then shook me awake and said he needed to take me home to my husband, so I did my best to get dressed. I gave him directions to our house, and after he'd walked me to our door he kissed me again, and then I made him promise that he'd fuck me as much as he possibly could from then on. And then I came inside and got in bed with you.
"I don't remember anything else that happened, so maybe that's when I woke up here in our bed."
I'm not sure if I was even sane after listening to her dream, but I do know that I was incredibly turned on, and when I got on top of her and she didn't insist that I put on a rubber, as she always had, it turned me on even more, so I just screwed her as much as possible until my balls exploded and there was nothing else left in them.
When she asked me if I wanted her to sit on my face, all I could do was just gasp, "Please," and then do my best to suck my entire load out of her pussy. That made her climax, which forced even more of my cum out of her, and I ate that, too.
I guess we both were too exhausted after that to do anything but sleep late the next morning. When I woke up, Diane was still asleep, so I just lay there quietly and looked at her beautiful face and thought of how lucky I was to have her in my life. I kept doing that until she woke up, and when she saw I was looking at her, she whispered, "So, honey, what do you think? Do you want to go grocery shopping with me after a while. Maybe a big, black guy will try to pick me up and you can tell him to take me home and fuck me. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
She started laughing then, but I was so far gone that all I could say was, "I want us to do that."
That sobered her up pretty fast, and she stared really hard at me for a long time before she said, "If you're serious, honey, then I am, too. I think it's something we've both needed for a long time. I want to warn you, though, that if you say you want it to happen, then I'll make sure it does. What's your final answer?"
"Let's go grocery shopping this afternoon. I want us to do that."
And that settled it. The problem was that we couldn't find any black men of any size in our regular grocery store, and when we drove to another one there were some black couples there, but all the men were with their wives, so none of them tried to pick up my wife. We finally decided to be patient, and to keep trying to find the right guy for us. And that's what we've been doing.
Oh, there's something else I wanted to tell anyone reading this. I know coincidences very rarely do happen, but when one of my friends told me something at work about a month after Diane's dream, I was really amazed to know one of them had happened to me. What he said was that his wife had told him about a dream she'd had that was really hot, and it involved her being picked up by a black man at a coffee shop where she likes to go for an espresso.
He then told me that she (his wife) had told him she was going to tell Diane about her dream, because it was so hot that she just couldn't help but share it with her best friend.
Funny how coincidences happen, isn't it?
The End
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