In Laughtry's dream, his cock was inside Mary, warm and snug, and Ray's cock was buried in Laughtry's ass. The ride was hot and deep. He dove into Mary, pulled back and Ray drove his cock inside Laughtry. The bliss seemed to go on and on, climax close, so close, yet just out of reach. It was perfect and beautiful.
The scene changed and this time it was Ray buried in Mary's ass, and Laughtry embedded inside Ray. Oh, God, yes. He felt how close he was to bursting, how much he'd missed the friction of Ray's ass bearing down on him. The passionate burn of his body was almost more than he could stand.
He awoke to soft hands roving over his bare ass, massaging, smoothing and separating. He was lying on his stomach and the feel of cool, soft grass beneath him, his head resting on his arms. He wondered what time it was, how long he'd been sleeping, as he attempted to clear his head of the erotic dream.
But with Mary's nimble fingers sliding along the crease of his ass it wasn't easy to shake. A finger circled over his anus.
"Mary," he said, his voice still hoarse from sleep.
He felt her squirt the lube in his hole, then she buried her finger inside. He groaned as she burrowed deeper.
"Cowgirl, you're asking for trouble."
"Mmm," she purred. As the fingers of one hand worked his anus, the other continued to stroke and smooth over his buttocks. "Did I ever tell you that you have the most mouthwatering ass of any man I've ever met?"
He shuddered when her wet tongue licked over his flesh. She sucked and nipped as her fingers dipped and danced in his channel. He found himself thrusting backward, his cock hard. He slowly shoved to his knees, thighs spread, muscles tight. He reached for his dick, masturbating as Mary finger-fucked him.
"Shall I soften you up for him, Laughtry?" Her words were soft-spoken as she added a third finger to the two that pried him open. His cock burned hot and went as rigid as a two-by-four at the thought of her getting him ready for the ex-lover they'd both had in the past.
"What makes you think anything's going to happen, cowgirl?"
"I want to watch you with him. I want to be there when he takes you." She shoved her slick fingers as deep as they would go. He felt them curve and stroke. It wasn't long before he climaxed, shuddering with pulse after pulse.
Her other hand moved lightly up his back, stroking along his spine as he quivered and spurted his semen onto the ground. He saw himself being taken by Ray, and Mary watching them, touching him as he placed himself once again into the hands of Ray Blackhawk. His heart pounded like a train racing down the tracks. He realized he wanted to be with them both--at the same time. That was what his dream was all about. He suddenly realized he'd wanted that for a very long time. No other man would do--it had to be Ray.