My Wife Talked in her Sleep

My name is Steve Parsons, and this is what happened when I found out my wife talks in her sleep.

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I awoke at 5:05 am to the sound of my wife Lauren talking in her sleep,

"Please Marcus hurry up and shove your big cock in my ass."

Wow, this was something. My wife did not do anal sex to the point of threats of dismemberment if I mentioned it. Now she was asking for it? Also, she is asking "Marcus" for it. That must be Marcus King a fellow she works with.

I am a morning person with a pretty quick mind so as I was thinking about the implications of her statement, I reached out my hand and put it on Lauren's ass.

"Stop teasing, get me ready, and get in there."

I figured it was a command, so I better do something. Yet there was no way I was getting up to go look for lube, she might wake up. Since she was laying on her side with her back to me and her legs open, I reached into her vagina. Sure, enough it was sopping wet. She moaned as I collected some juices for lube. As I worked on her rosebud she spoke again,

"That's it Marcus get my ass ready for your big cock. Not like Tiny's little joke of a cock."

Now I have to assume I said "Tiny." I own a measuring tape and I know I'm above average. I've been with several women before Lauren who would attest, I'm not tiny. That made me mad.

Madder really because from her talk she was cheating on me with Marcus and that had already made me mad. I had no proof of course but who wants to hear his wife calling out for sex with another man? Certainly not me.

So, I figured there was enough lube and I lined up my cock with her till now forbidden hole. She must have been practicing at this because my cock slipped in much easier than I thought it would.

"Yessssss that's it Marcus give me that big dick, so much better than Tiny's."

I guess he must be the same size as me. I was pissed at her, so I reached around and grabbed one of her tits.

"Yes, be rough Marcus, but not too rough we don't want any marks for Tiny to see."

Since I was said person, and I was getting furious I worked over her tit. I'm sure I left plenty of marks on it. I also started to thrust harder. She clearly was enjoying my treatment of her because she started to make the noises she makes before she cums. I also was starting to feel my orgasm building. The whole situation was too much for me so when Lauren's pussy clenched on my cock as she climaxed, I blasted my cum into her ass.

"Oh, Marcus that was spectacular!"

Without thinking I blurted out,

"I agree we should do this more often."

Well, that must have woken her up because she jumped up out of bed and started wailing like a banshee.

"You bastard what are you doing in my ass! You're a filthy pig! I hate you! What an asshole, what were you thinking!?"

She ran out of steam and glared at me.

I looked her in the eye and said,

"Lauren, you asked me to do it, I don't really like the nickname Marcus, but you told me to do it. Not only that judging by your engorged labia, groin glistening with pussy juice, hard nipples, and your self-professed spectacular orgasm, you enjoyed it."

The glare transformed into a death stare.

"Asshole,"

and Lauren stormed off to the bathroom.

It's kind of ironic to think, as a drop of cum leaked out of her ass onto the floor, that the last sex I'm probably ever going to have with her was anal.

When she arrived in the kitchen, I had the kids fed and ready for school. She blew right past us and out the door. Lauren never even said goodbye to the kids!

After the kids left on the bus I went to work. No navel-gazing about why, how long, or anything else. My marriage was pretty much done when she verbally brought Marcus into our bedroom. Maybe it was all a sleep mistake, but I would find that out soon enough.

At work, I quickly found the King's phone number. From what I could remember Darla and Marcus had two kids about the same age as ours. I think she was a stay-at-home mom, so I called their residence.

"Hello, King residence."

"Yes, I was looking for Darla King?"

"That would be me."

I introduced myself and told her that I thought her husband and my wife were having an affair. I told her my story and admitted it wasn't much for evidence, but she decided to indulge me in my effort to prove it. So, I said,

"Please meet me today at 11:30 at the dry cleaner across from their office building."

At 11:30 she parked beside me. I went to her window. When she rolled it down, I told her I was about to call my wife. I would have her on speaker.

"Advantage Graphics Lauren speaking?"

"Hey, its Steve, we had a rough morning I was hoping to take you to lunch to apologize."

"Rough? You're an asshole it will take more than lunch! Regardless I'm busy, I have a project I need to finish. No lunch break and most likely home late."

I couldn't say anything more because she hung up.

"Ok, Darla please now phone Marcus about lunch."

Darla shook her head at me in the most skeptical way, but she dialed his number.

"Advantage Graphics Marcus speaking."

"Hi, honey I was wondering if you would like to meet up for lunch?"

"Oh, babe that sounds wonderful, but I have a big premeeting meeting with my boss at lunch. Then we meet a new client, no time for a lunch break I'm afraid. How about tomorrow sweetheart? I'd love to have lunch with you."

Darla and Steve then shared the endearments Lauren and I had not. She then looked at me, still very skeptical.

"So, what does that prove?"

"Just give me 15 or so more minutes of your time to show you, I suspect our spouses are actually going to have a lunch meeting. Not at the restaurant beside us, right across from their building. The restaurant most of them use, no they will go down the block to that one, for more privacy."

I pointed down the street.

Darla gave me a look that said "You are going to prove to me you are an idiot" but waited with me. I made sure I stayed out of sight of their office building entrance.

Lauren was first out at 11:50 and she headed straight to the restaurant I predicted. Marcus followed 3 minutes later. Darla with no sarcasm in her voice anymore said,

"Ok, they lied, now what's your plan?"

I held her door open for her, as she got out,

"We join them for lunch."

The two of us then walked to the restaurant. I spotted them in the corner at a booth. Darla sat beside Marcus, and I sat beside Lauren. Marcus started to tell us to get lost but then realized who we were. It was all very awkward with a thirty-second or so pregnant silence before Darla said,

"When did Lauren become your boss? and I thought I heard you had no time for lunch?"

What happened next stupefied me.

Marcus cleared his throat,

"Look it was all me, I seduced Lauren. Then I blackmailed her with photos I took. What Steve heard this morning must have been from. the trauma of me sodomizing Lauren."

Like I said I was stupefied. I looked at Lauren and she had this victim look with tears and sobs. She started to apologize and flesh out the details of how Marcus abused her.

A Kaleidoscope of images flooded my head; Marcus raping Lauren, me killing Marcus, my kids crying because I'm in prison. The whole thing was starting to sound real and then Darla's voice brought me back to the table.

Steve had left his phone on the table and while they were working on me with their tale, she had accessed his phone.

"Marcus not only are you a liar and a cheat but you are also lazy and stupid. Listen to this Steve he saved everything and doesn't even have a password. This comes from last month."

Marcus: Oh, Lauren I know last night was wrong, but it was soooo right. we have to meet again.

Lauren: Marcus you are amazing I can't wait til we get together again.

Darla continued,

"Oh, and listen to this, apparently, we have nicknames based on our attributes!"

Lauren: Marcus your cock is so much bigger and better than Tiny's. She really must be the frigid bitch you say she is to not like fucking you.

Marcus: That's why I call her Fridgy, she doesn't do anything but lay there on rare occasions. Not like you and your hot pussy, mouth, and ass!

Now Darla was pissed off!

"You did her ass! You bastard, I love anal sex, but you told me it's dirty and won't do it! Yet you did it with this slut."

I figured for sure she was about to hit him. Marcus was blubbering and Lauren was searching for something to say. Darla continued,

"And these pictures will get you both divorced for adultery, which still means something in our state. Wow, even videos! Marcus, I bet your family would love to see them. Oh, don't worry Steve I'm sending it all to the cloud, we can share it with our lawyers."

Darla and I then stood up and walked out. There wasn't much left to say. Divorce was inevitable. I won't bore you with the details. It went fairly fast with me getting joint custody. That Darla and I became FWB was unexpected and fun for a time. She really did like anal.

That is what happened when I learned my wife talked in her sleep.