“Matt! Matt, wake up! MATT, WAKE UP!! WAKE UP MATT!!!” Cindy screamed in my ear.
“Cindy? What, what’s wrong?” Is something the matter?” I asked, shaking my head as if to clear the cobwebs.
“Yes, you. What’s wrong is you.”
“Me? What did I do? What the fuck did I do?”
“You were snoring, thrashing around, and mumbling in your sleep.”
“What was I mumbling?”
“You were mumbling something like ‘No, it’s too big, no, no it’s too big.' What were you dreaming about that was too big?”
“I, I don’t remember, but I remembered that I was terrified.”
“Are you OK now?”
“Yes, I think so, it must have been a really crazy dream I was having.”
“It must have been a real doozy, now relax and go back to sleep and don’t have any more of those crazy dreams tonight.”
“Yes, I’ll try. Good night, Cindy.”
I lay there wondering what was it that I was dreaming. I started to drift off to sleep and suddenly, I was wide awake. I remembered what it was, it struck me like when you slap your forehead when you remember something. It was Rick. Rick and his cock staring at me, inviting me to suck his cock, like he has done so many times for me.
Rick wasn’t that big, or was he? I don’t think he is any bigger than I am, but I have never touched him, so how would I know? He seemed big enough to satisfy his wife, Helen, and my wife Cindy. Why did I think that Rick was too big?
Am I gay to want to suck his cock? But Rick isn’t gay, I don’t think. He sucks my cock, but he loves Helen and seems to enjoy eating and fucking her pussy as well as he does Cindy’s. Is Rick a bisexual? What the fuck is a bisexual? Is it where you like to have sex with both sexes? But if he sucks me, does he also want to fuck me and if I suck his cock does that mean I want to fuck him?
Cindy and Helen like to be fucked by Rick and me, they like it when we eat their pussies, and fuck them in the ass and they like to eat each other’s pussy. What does that make them, not lesbians, but does that mean they are also bisexual?
I like it when Rick sucks my dick, it feels as good as when Cindy or Helen does it. But it is so different, why is it so different? I can’t explain it to myself or to Cindy. How do I start? Do I let Rick suck my dick and when he is done just go ahead and suck his, or do I surprise him and suck his dick before he sucks my dick the next time?
Fuck, so many questions and I don’t have any answers. Who do I ask? I will feel stupid if I ask Rick or Cindy. My thoughts are racing with questions and trying to find answers. WHO DO I FUCKING ASK?
I have worn myself out and I fell back asleep only to have Cindy shaking me and calling my name. “Matt, it is eleven o’clock, are you going to sleep all day?”
I open my eyes and try to focus on Cindy’s smiling face. It finally strikes me what she said, it is eleven o’clock. Oh, fuck we are to meet with Rick and Helen this afternoon.
“Hi Honey, what time are we meeting Rick and Helen?”
“They suggested one o’clock, they are having a Bar-B-Que, so we can get started earlier.”
“Okay, let me get up and shower. I won’t have time for any breakfast.”
I got up, showered and shaved and dressed, slipped on shoes (no socks), trousers and a shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that I was still in pretty good shape, even in my seventies.
Cindy fixed me some yogurt with granola, “You have to have something in your stomach before we leave here. You know how crabby you get when you get too hungry.” I know, everyone has told me that since I was a teenager.
At about twelve-thirty, Cindy and I got into the car, and we headed for Rick and Helen’s. It is a short drive, and we were parking twenty minutes later. Rick opened the door and invited up in.