(A Very Realistic Dream)

Tim, Josie's husband, a logger by trade, had left for work hours ago. She'd barely registered the kiss he'd pressed to her lips before he slipped out the door at three AM. The house was silent except for the gentle hum of the air conditioning.

Their five-year-old daughter, Alicia, was asleep down the hall, her door closed, giving Josie this rare moment of solitude. Josie almost always slept completely naked; she loved how the sheets felt on her bare skin. She sank deeper into the pillows, her petite body heavy with heavenly drowsiness that pulled her back under.

She'd been so young when she met Tim, only sixteen at the time. Tim was ten years older than her, and lots of her friends and family had teased him about being a cradle robber. Josie was one of the most beautiful girls that Tim had ever met. Even now, after having a child, Josie's soft curves and delicate features turned heads wherever she went.

She remembered thinking that he was the most handsome man she'd ever seen, tall and powerful with those piercing blue eyes and brown hair; he had a physique that most guys would die for. Tim had gotten Josie pregnant when she was sixteen, and they were married on her seventeenth birthday.  Now happily married for four years, with their daughter Alicia, who had just turned five. Tim had always been good to her, protective and loving, but lately her mind had been wandering to someone else.

Before meeting Tim, Josie had known Wade for a few months. Back then, he worked with her dad, and one day he came out to their house for supper, and he started to come out regularly after that. Josie had developed a crush on Wade as soon as she had met him.

Tim was Wade’s best friend, had been for years, and the two of them were training for their pilot's licenses together. One day, Wade brought Tim out to their house with him, and that’s when Josie first met him.

It was love at first sight for Tim when he met Josie, even though he could tell that Josie had a crush on Wade, Tim still wanted to have her.

One day, Tim asked Wade about it. Wade had said that he was still too young to get tied down to a girl, and he knew that Josie was looking for a serious relationship, but he didn’t want to hurt her by starting something with her that wasn’t going to be permanent.

Tim was several years older than Wade, and he was ready to settle down; he knew that Josie was the girl he wanted to settle down with. He said, “Wade, I really like Josie. I know that she likes you, but would you be okay with it if I asked her out?”

“Of course, that’s okay with me. I am not going to date Josie, and I can’t think of a better guy for her than you.”

The next day, Tim asked Josie if she would like to go for a ride in his airplane with him. She said she would love that; she had never been in an airplane before and was really excited to go. That's when Josie’s feelings for Tim started to develop.

The weekend came and Tim asked Josie out on a picnic date, out to the mountains where there was a beautiful waterfall, they had their picnic, and after lunch, they went for a walk holding hands, pretty soon they were kissing, one thing led to another, and they ended up making passionate love for the first time right there by the waterfall.

It was Josie’s first time; she was a virgin up until that day. They never used any protection, and Josie ended up pregnant on their first date. By the time the day was over, Josie realized that she was falling in love with Tim; she had feelings that she had never experienced before then.

Both Tim and Wade were the most handsome guys Josie had ever met, both of them having the nicest physiques of any guys she'd ever seen. Two weeks after meeting Josie, Tim had asked her to marry him. Josie said yes, and a year later, they were married.

Josie still had a crush on Wade and always wondered what it would have been like if Wade had asked her out instead of Tim. Even though Josie loved Tim, she still thought about things like that.

(The Dream)

As sleep reclaimed her, Josie's mind drifted to Wade, the man who'd stood beside Tim as best man at their wedding. She had been fantasizing about Wade a lot after the dance last weekend.

Wade, with his light coloured hair and powerful body, had danced with her repeatedly that night, his hands almost groping her curves, his body pressing into hers in ways that only her husband should be allowed. There was something magnetic about him, something that drew her in despite the fact that she loved Tim, despite knowing how wrong it was.

It's wrong, she had told herself. Wade is Tim's best friend, and I'm also married.

But now, as sleep pulled her deeper, her subconscious conjured what her waking life denied her.

The dream began softly, like a whisper against her skin.

Josie found herself in her bedroom, but it was different somehow; the light was softer, dreamlike, golden. She was alone in bed, wearing nothing. Then she felt it: warm breath against her inner thigh. Her legs were spread open, and when she looked down, her heart stopped.

Wade was there, his face between her legs, looking up at her.

He was more handsome than she'd ever seen him before, light hair tousled, strong shoulders bare and muscular, eyes that burned with hunger as they met hers. His body was perfect, lean muscle and power. He was settled between her thighs like he belonged there, like he'd been there a thousand times before.

"Wade?" Josie breathed, her voice trembling. "What are you doing here?”

"I've been wanting this," he murmured, his voice sending shivers through her entire body. "Wanting to taste you, Josie. Do you know how long I've wanted you?"

Her breath caught. "Since... since when?"

"Since the moment I met you," Wade said, his hands sliding under her bare ass, lifting her slightly, positioning her exactly where he wanted her. "Before Tim ever had you. I've wanted you."

The confession should have shocked her, should have made her push him away. Instead, heat flooded through her core.

"Wade, we can't do this,” she started, but the first touch of his tongue made her gasp, a slow, deliberate lick that sent electricity shooting through her body.

"Oh, Wade," Josie breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair.

"That's it," he whispered against her forbidden place, his breath hot against her wetness. "Let me hear your beautiful, sexy voice. Let me know how good this feels. I want to hear my name on those gorgeous lips."

And it did feel good, impossibly, devastatingly good. Wade's tongue worked her with expert precision, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her clit. He wasn't rushing, wasn't fumbling. He knew exactly what she needed, as if he'd studied her body like a sacred text.

His hands kneaded her ass, squeezing and massaging, holding her firmly against his mouth. The dual sensation, his tongue on her pussy, his strong hands gripping her, made her head spin. She could feel the pleasure building, coiling tighter and tighter in her belly.

"Wade," Josie moaned, and hearing his name on her lips seemed to spur him on.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, and the sensation was so intense she cried out. Her hips bucked against him, but he held her steady, relentless in his attention. His tongue circled and flicked, and she could feel herself getting wetter, her nectar coating his lips and chin.

"You taste like heaven," he groaned against her, the vibration of his voice adding another layer of sensation. "So sweet, Josie. I could do this forever. I've dreamed about this, about making you cum on my tongue."

"Oh fuck," she gasped. "Wade, I, I've thought about you too. Oh, Wade, I shouldn't, but I have."

"Tell me," he demanded, his tongue never stopping its delicious torture. "Tell me what you've thought about."

"This," Josie admitted, her inhibitions dissolving in the haze of pleasure. "You... touching me and tasting me. I've wanted this since before I married Tim. I know it's wrong, but, oh, Wade, right there! Don’t stop.”

The orgasm built like a wave, and she knew this one would be different, bigger, more intense than anything she'd felt before. Her thighs began to tremble, her breathing became ragged, and then it crashed over her.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming, Wade!" Josie screamed, not caring who might hear.

Her body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through her, and she felt herself squirting, something she'd never done before in her life. Her nectar flowed like a pulsing fountain, right into his eager mouth, and he drank it down like a man dying of thirst, groaning with satisfaction.

"Yes," he growled. "Give it all to me, Josie. Every drop. You're so fucking beautiful when you cum."

The orgasm seemed to last forever, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through her until she was gasping and shaking. When it finally subsided, she was left panting, her body hypersensitive and trembling.

But Wade wasn't finished with her. He began kissing his way up her body, his lips trailing fire across her skin. He paused at her belly, placing soft kisses there that made her shiver. Then he moved higher, his mouth finding her large breasts.

"Beautiful," he whispered, cupping them in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. "So fucking beautiful. The most beautiful girl in the whole world, Josie, thought that from the moment I met you.”

“Do you know how many times I've imagined caressing these full, firm titties and sucking on them? I have secretly admired your beautiful body, admiring how perfect you are. I even peeked into your room the night after your wedding and watched you change out of your wedding dress and into your blue jeans.

Seeing your naked body, those gorgeous breasts, that perfect ass, I almost came in my pants right there. I wanted to go into your room and have my way with you right there on your wedding night. You were so stunning, so absolutely breathtaking.

"Wade," she whimpered, arching into his touch. Her face went red, realizing that he had watched her change; he had already seen her naked without her ever knowing about it till now. The thought of him watching her change was thrilling to say the least.

He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder. His teeth grazed the sensitive tip. Josie arched into him, her hands clutching his shoulders. He lavished attention on one breast, then the other, alternating between gentle kisses and firm bites that were pure pleasure to her.

"Please," Josie heard herself begging, though she wasn't sure what she was asking for.

"Please, what?" Wade asked, his voice soft. "Tell me what you want, Josie. I want to hear you say it."

"I want you," she gasped. "I want you inside me. Please, Wade fuck me now!”

He moved higher still, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of her neck. He sucked and nipped, marking her, claiming her. His lips traced the line of her neck, then found her earlobe, which he took between his teeth.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he whispered directly into her ear, his voice rough with desire. "I'm going to fill you so completely you'll never forget this moment, you will feel me for days after this, every time you move, you'll remember me inside you."

Josie felt it then, the thick head of his cock pressing against her entrance. Even after the intense orgasm that she had just experienced, she was ready for him again, her body opening eagerly. The mushroom head pushed inside, stretching her. Wade thrust into her in one powerful motion, the man she'd had a major crush on for years, slamming all the way up inside of her, fully buried inside of her now. She gasped at the size of him. He was massive; he felt like he was maybe nine inches long, maybe even bigger than Tim, who is at least eight inches long and so thick.

"Oh, Wade, you're so big," she breathed.

"Look at me," he commanded, and her eyes flew open to meet his.

The connection was electric. As Josie stared into his eyes, he leaned down and captured her mouth in a kiss that stole her breath. His tongue slid against hers, and she could taste herself on his lips, tangy and sweet and utterly erotic.

And then he started thrusting. The stretch was intense, bordering on too much, but not quite. He went deep, deeper than Josie thought possible, and she felt him pressing against places inside her that had never been touched.

"Oh, Wade.” Josie gasped against his mouth. "You're so deep. So fucking deep."

"You feel incredible," Wade groaned, looking longingly into her beautiful brown eyes. "So tight. So perfect. Like you were made for me, Josie. It’s like this pussy was always meant to be mine."

"Yes," she whimpered, lost in the sensation. "Oh, yes, Wade, my pussy is yours.”

As he was thrusting, he was pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. Each stroke hit that perfect spot inside her, and she could already feel another orgasm building. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper.

"Harder," Josie begged. "Please, Wade, harder. I need more."

"You want more?" he growled, his hips bucking into her with increasing force. "You want me to fuck you like Tim never has?"

The mention of her husband's name should have brought guilt, should have stopped her. Instead, it only heightened the forbidden thrill.

"Yes, Wade!” she cried. "Fuck me harder, harder than my husband does!"

He complied, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, mixed with her moans and his grunts of pleasure. His cock stretched her with each thrust, the friction absolutely perfect. Her large breasts bouncing and pressing into his chest with each impact, Wade's eyes were fixed on hers, drinking in every detail of her beautiful, sparkling brown eyes.

"You're mine," he growled, his pace becoming almost punishing. "Say it. Say you're mine, Josie."

"I'm yours, Wade," she cried out, too lost in pleasure to care about the implications. "I'm yours, Wade! Only yours!"

"That's right," he panted, his thrusts becoming erratic. "You've always been mine. From the first moment I saw you. Mine."

After several hard, deep thrusts, he buried himself as far as he could go, his body going rigid above her. She felt his arms tighten around her, holding her against him as if he'd never let go.

"I'm cumming," he groaned. "Fuck, Josie, I'm cumming inside of you. I have fantasized about this day ever since I met you, and then his body went completely stiff.

That's when Josie felt it, his cock swelling even thicker inside of her, and then the first pulse. His cock started to throb inside of her, and she felt the hot rush of his cum flooding into her. He was so deep that she swore she could feel him filling her womb, his seed squirting into the deepest part of her.

The sensation triggered Josie's second orgasm. It crashed over her like a tsunami, more intense than the first. Her whole body shuddered and convulsed, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his pulsing cock, milking every last drop from him.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed, her nails digging into his bum, leaving marks.

The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, radiating from her core to every nerve ending in her body. She'd never felt anything like this, this complete, this consumed, this utterly satisfied.

"I love you," she heard herself gasp. "Wade, I love you.”

"I love you too," he whispered against her lips. "I always have."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the waves began to subside. They were both gasping, trembling in the aftermath, lying there like that for long minutes. Wade slowly pulled out of her, and she immediately felt the loss, the emptiness.

Then she felt it, the rush of cum as their combined release gushed out of her, running down between her ass cheeks, soaking the sheets beneath her.

"That was..." Wade began, but his voice changed, became distant. "That was..."

The dream began to dissolve around her, and Josie tried to hold onto it, to him, but it slipped away like water through her fingers. Wade's face blurred.

"No, wait,” she called out, reaching for him, then he was gone.

Josie jolted awake, sitting bolt upright in bed, her heart pounding as if she'd just run a marathon.

"What the hell?" she gasped, her hand flying to her chest.

The room was bright with morning sun streaming through the bedroom window. She was alone. The clock on the nightstand read seven AM. She'd been asleep for hours since Tim left for work.

But something was wrong. Or rather, something was very, very different.

Her body was still humming with pleasure, her skin flushed and sensitive. Her nipples were hard, almost painfully so. And between her legs... she was absolutely soaked.

"It was just a dream," Josie whispered to herself, trying to calm her racing heart. "Just a dream."

But it didn't feel like a dream to Josie. It felt so real, more real than any dream she'd ever had. Josie could still feel the ghost of Wade's hands on her skin, his mouth on her body, his cock stretching her. The sensations were too vivid, too detailed, too perfect.

With trembling hands, she reached down between her legs. Her fingers slid through wetness, so much wetness that it shocked her. The sheets beneath her were soaked, a large damp spot spreading across the bed.

"Oh wow!” she breathed.

Josie had a few erotic dreams before, sure. She'd woken up aroused, even wet. But never like this. Never with physical evidence this pronounced.

Her fingers probed deeper, and when she pulled them away, they were coated with something thick and creamy. Her breath caught in her throat.

That's not just my nectar, there is man cream mixed with it!

With a mixture of disbelief and dawning horror, she brought her fingers to her nose. The scent was unmistakable, musky, masculine. She touched her tongue to her fingertips, and the taste confirmed what her mind was desperately trying to deny.

"No," Josie whispered. "No, that's impossible."

But the evidence was literally in her hand. She knew her own body, her own flavour. It was definitely a man's cum, and there was a lot of it, still running out of her like a river, cum mixed with her own nectar.

She sat there in stunned silence, her mind racing through possibilities, each more impossible than the last.

Tim? No. He'd left hours ago, and besides, she would have woken up; she was definitely asleep when this happened.”

An intruder? The thought made her blood run cold, but she quickly dismissed it. The doors were locked. The alarm was set. Nothing was disturbed except her and her soaked sheets.

Which left only one impossible explanation: “The dream must have been real.”

"That's insane," Josie said aloud, but her voice wavered with uncertainty.

She touched herself again, feeling the soreness inside, the kind of soreness that came from being thoroughly fucked by a large cock. Her pussy felt stretched, used, claimed. Her inner thighs were sticky.

There was even a slight tenderness on her neck, and when she stumbled to the bathroom mirror, she saw it: a small red mark, like a hickey, exactly where Wade's mouth had been in the dream.

"Oh, Josie! What have you done?” She whispered into the mirror.

Her mind spun to the next terrifying realization. She wasn't on birth control. She'd stopped taking the pill years ago because Tim had gotten a vasectomy after Alicia was born. There was no need for birth control anymore; he couldn't get her pregnant.

But Wade possibly could, if that was actually him last night.

The thought hit her like a physical blow. In the dream, if it actually was a dream, Wade had cum inside her, deep inside her. Josie had felt it filling her womb. And she was right in the middle of her cycle, the time when she was most fertile.

"I could be pregnant," she whispered to her reflection, staring into her own beautiful brown eyes. "I could be pregnant with Wade's baby."

Wade, who had somehow, impossibly, visited her in a dream and left physical evidence of his presence.

The fear and excitement warred within her. Part of her was terrified of the impossibility of it all, of what it meant, of how she'd explain this to Tim, the man whose gorgeous blue eyes she'd fallen in love with over five years ago.

But another part of her, a part she was ashamed to acknowledge, was thrilled. The sex had been incredible, even if it was just a dream; it was the best she'd ever had. And the idea of carrying Wade's child, of having this permanent connection to the man she'd crushed on for years, sent a forbidden thrill through her. And in their dream, they both told each other, “I love you.” Did she really love Wade?

What have I done? she thought. “What the hell have I done? It isn’t cheating if I was asleep when it happened, is it?”

Josie knew that she had to get rid of the evidence of what had just happened. She took the sheets off the bed and put them in the washing machine, then she had a shower to wash away the evidence. Then she covered up the hickey on her neck with some makeup.

Three weeks later, Josie stood in the bathroom, staring at the positive pregnancy test in her trembling hands.

“It was real! It was all real!”

She was pregnant with Wade's baby, Tim's best friend, the man who'd been his best man at their wedding. Josie hadn't told Tim about the dream, about what had happened. How could she? How do you explain something you don’t understand yourself?

How do I tell Tim that I might be carrying another man's child? That I don't know how it happened, but the pregnancy test says it did?

The bathroom door opened, and her husband Tim walked in, still in his work clothes, sawdust clinging to his jeans.

"Hey, babydoll, have you seen my…” He stopped, his gorgeous blue eyes landing on the test in her hands. "Is that..."

Josie couldn't speak. She just nodded, her throat tight.

Tim's handsome face lit up with joy, a smile spreading across his features. Then, almost immediately, it clouded with confusion. He stepped closer, his six-foot frame towering over her petite body.

"But... I had a vasectomy," he said slowly, his brow furrowing. "I can't get you pregnant, can I? I mean, they said it was permanent."

"I don't know," Josie whispered, unable to meet his eyes. "I didn't think it was possible either."

"Maybe it failed?" Tim suggested, though he sounded uncertain. "I've heard that can happen. We should probably call the doctor, get it checked out."

"Yeah," she managed. "Maybe."

Tim pulled Josie into his strong arms, and she felt the tears start to run down her cheeks. He thought they were tears of joy, of surprise. He had no idea they were tears of guilt, of confusion, of fear. Josie looked up at her handsome husband, looked into his gorgeous blue eyes, and felt a wave of shame wash over her.

She loved Tim. But now there was Wade, equally handsome with his light hair and intense gaze, and now she might be carrying Wade’s child.

"It's okay, babe," he murmured, kissing her. "We'll figure this out. Another baby... wow! I mean, it's unexpected, but... wow!”

Josie buried her face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent, and wondered how she'd ever explain the truth, if she even could.

Later, when she was alone, Josie's phone buzzed, a message from Wade.

“Tim told me you're pregnant! Congratulations, Josie. That's amazing news.”

Her hands shook as she read the words. “Does Wade know? Does he somehow know he's the father?”

She stared at the message for a long moment, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. Part of her wanted to type it out: "You're the father. I don't know how, but you are." But how could she say it? What if he thought she was crazy? What if he didn't remember? What if it hadn't been real for him like it was for her?

Finally, she typed back: “Yes, I'm pregnant. Thank you, Wade.”

She wanted to say more. Wanted to ask if Wade remembered that night, if he'd felt it too, if he knew what had happened between them. But she didn't know how to say any of it.

The three dots appeared, showing he was typing. Then they disappeared. Then appeared again.

“If you ever need anything, I'm here. You know that, right?”

Josie's breath caught. There was something in those words, something that felt like more than just a friendly offer.

“I know, Wade, and thank you.”

She set the phone down, her hand moving to her flat stomach. Inside her, a life was growing, a life that shouldn't exist, created in a dream that might not have been a dream at all.

And despite everything, despite the fear and the uncertainty and the impossible nature of it all, Josie couldn't help the small thrill that ran through her.

She couldn't wait to see where it led, even if it terrified her. Even if it meant her entire world was about to change in ways she couldn't begin to imagine. A world where she carried the impossible secret of Wade's child, while the man she'd married looked at her with joy and adoration, unaware of the truth burning inside her.

Nine months later, Josie's child was born, a handsome baby boy who looked a lot like Wade. Josie was happy that Tim didn’t seem to notice the resemblance.

Life for Tim and Josie continued, but now whenever Wade was around, Josie could feel her face growing hot, as if she were ashamed of what had happened. She could remember it all as if it just happened, even though she was still not sure if anything actually had happened between Wade and her. But now she was sure that she actually was in love with Wade; she loved two guys at the same time. Josie didn’t even know that was possible, but she was living proof that the impossible could actually happen.