Last night, I dreamed I was a hot cheating bride.

To be honest, I’m more surprised that I dreamed I was a bride than a cheater when I dreamt of being a hot cheating bride. I mean, I have always been polyamorous. I can’t settle down with just one guy, and marriage seems constraining to me right now. So when I dreamt I was a bride inside a sleeveless corset top, there was a part of me that went, “Hang on.” 

Of course, my dream immediately moved to smooth things over. A bridal shop appeared around me, and my corset top grew a sheer bottom skirt. The newly formed shop also birthed attendants, and one of them asked if I wanted to go to the changing rooms. Of course, I did. At this point, I was just a hot bride, not a hot cheating bride. 

As I passed the fitting room mirrors, I caught the back of my head in my mind’s eye. I wore diamonds for earrings and a necklace. My blonde hair pulled back into a very, very tight bun. But still, my mind whispered, marriage? The idea felt constraining to me. I didn’t want to be tied down to only one cock. 

And lo and behold, my dream gave me an affair partner. I struggled with my dress for a while before I heard someone come into the changing stalls. “Hello?” I asked. “Can I get some help zipping my dress?” 

And as the door opened and a very tall, dark, and handsome man stepped in, I realized this dream was about me being a hot cheating bride. And I was 100% ok with that. 

The Right Fit

“You need some help?” He asked, his hands settling on my hips. I really didn’t care what he was saying, though. Really, he could talk about this year’s annual economic gains and losses of the Cayman Islands, and I would still be just as turned on. I suppose that’s part of the benefits of a dream. My dream wanted him to be arousing for my hot cheating bride self, and so he was. 

“It doesn’t fit right,” I explained over my shoulder. He agreed to fix that and zipped the back of my dress right up. However, he bent me forward against the dressing room wall, so much I had to press my palms to the wall to hold myself upright. 

Then, I began to feel kisses on my neck and chin, while the hands moved down to my outer thighs. As he flipped up the skirt of my dress, he pressed his mouth hotly against my ear. “We’ll make sure you fit just right for your husband.” 

His cock suddenly pressed against my pussy, and I couldn’t move. My heavy dress kept me in place. Plus, my heels meant I had to strain just to stay upright. 

Really though, my dripping pussy revealed just what I thought of being the hot cheating, bride. 

He pushed in, and my dream became scrambled. My pussy squeezed against his cock as he filled me up. I begged him to move harder, and harder, to fuck me and fill me up. 

And the last thing I remember before I woke up? 

He gave me a naughty girl creampie

 

Want me to be your secret lover? Or maybe you’d like me to roleplay a cheating wife? Let yourself have this fantasy.

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