Elias stirred in the dim glow of their bedroom, the sheets tangled around his legs like restraints from an unseen force. The air hung heavy, saturated with the musky scent of sweat and raw desire, pulling him from sleep into the haze of another dream. His heart pounded as he tried to sit up, but his body refused, pinned by the invisible grip of the vision. Just beyond the edge of the bed, shadows danced, hinting at something illicit unfolding out of reach.

In the distance, through the cracked door of their home, he caught glimpses—Monica, his conservative wife who always hid her curves under modest dresses, transformed. Her black hair cascaded wildly over her shoulders, brown eyes gleaming with a hunger he’d never seen awake. She wore a threadbare blouse, buttons popped open to expose her massive DD tits bouncing free, large round areolas dark and puckered against her pale skin. No bra restrained them; a short skirt hiked up her thick thighs, no panties to shield her shaved pussy from the night.

Men surrounded her—faceless strangers in the dreams blur their hands rough and insistent. One cupped her heavy breast, pinching the nipple until she gasped, arching into the touch. Other slid fingers between her legs, stroking her slick folds before plunging two inside, making her hips buck. Monica moaned low, loving the filthy attention, her body craving the degradation from these unknown cocks. She ground against them, whispering encouragements Elias couldn’t quite hear, her curvy frame writhing in the dim light.

Elias’s cock hardened painfully against his boxers, throbbing with a mix of shame and thrill. He strained to move, to shout, but the dream held him fast, forcing him to watch as they groped her harder. A hand yanked her skirt higher, exposing her ass cheeks, while another forced her to her knees. She parted her lips eagerly, taking a thick shaft into her mouth, sucking with wet slurps that echoed in his mind. The strangers took turns, one fucking her throat while others mauled her tits, slapping the soft flesh until red marks bloomed.

These dreams had plagued him for weeks, each one more vivid, more pornographic. Elias had always harbored this secret kink—the burning need to see Monica’s tight pussy stretched around a stranger’s cock, her body claimed while he watched, helpless and aroused. He’d never told her, burying the fantasy deep, but now it clawed its way out nightly, troubling his days with guilt even as it left him stroking himself to the edge of release upon waking.

Tonight, the dream shifted. The door swung wide open, no barriers left. There she was, clear as reality, on the living room floor. Monica’s legs spread obscenely wide, knees bent and feet planted, her curvy body splayed for the taking. A burly stranger knelt between her thighs, his massive cock slamming deep into her dripping pussy with brutal thrusts. Each penetration made her huge tits jiggle, her large areolas tightening as she clawed at the carpet.

“Fuck me harder,” she begged, her voice husky and unfiltered, the conservative facade shattered. The man obliged, pounding her relentlessly, his balls slapping against her ass. Another stranger positioned behind, rubbing his dick along her crack before pushing into her tight asshole, double-penetrating her in frenzy. Monica’s mouth fell open in ecstasy, taking a third cock between her lips, gagging as it hit the back of her throat.

They rotated, turn-taking her holes like she was their shared slut. One pulled out of her pussy, cum dripping from her stretched lips, only for the next to ram in, fucking her with long, deep strokes that made her squirt onto the floor. Elias’s breath hitched; his own erection leaked pre-cum, the sight igniting his forbidden desire. He wanted this—needed to see her ruined by any stranger, her body marked and filled while he observed every thrust.

Then, her brown eyes locked onto his across the room Monica’s gaze pierced through the dream, direct and knowing, even as the man in her ass grunted and flooded her with hot seed. She licked cum from her lips, smiling wickedly around the cock still buried in her mouth.

“I know you’ve been watching me,” she said, her words clear amid the wet sounds of flesh on flesh. The strangers laughed, one grabbing her hair to face-fuck her deeper, but she never broke eye contact. “You love it, don’t you? Seeing me like this ... getting fucked raw by them.”

Elias’s world spun, arousal crashing over him like a wave. Was this revealing his own twisted urges, or something buried in her? Unbeknownst to him, Monica tossed in her own sleep beside him, lost in parallel dreams. In hers, she surrendered to packs of men, their cocks invading every inch of her while Elias sat bound in the corner, his eyes wide with lust. She craved it—the thrill of being passed around, penetrated in every way, her huge tits squeezed and sucked as she came again and again. The idea of him watching, his cock hard and untouched, made her pussy clench in her dreams. But awake, fear sealed her lips; how could she confess such a filthy want to the man she loved?

As the dream peaked, the strangers pulled out one by one, spraying ropes of cum across Monica’s curvy body—over her heaving tits, down her stomach, into her open mouth. She rubbed it into her skin, savoring the mess, and then crawled toward Elias, her eyes still on him. “Join us next time,” she whispered, just as the vision shattered.

Elias jolted awake, panting, the room silent except for Monica’s soft breathing. His cock ached, tenting the sheets, and for the first time, he wondered if she dreamed the same.

- Elias lay beside Monica in the quiet aftermath of another night, his body still humming from the dream’s release. He’d woken with sticky sheets again, his cock spent from the nocturnal emission that left him drained and guilty. These weren’t ordinary dreams anymore—they delved into the darkest corners of his mind, painting Monica not as his loving wife, but as an insatiable slut begging for strangers’ cocks. In the latest vision, she’d been bent over their kitchen table, skirt flipped up, no panties, while three men took turns ramming into her from behind. One gripped her black hair, yanking her head back as he thrust deep into her pussy, his hips slapping against her curvy ass. Another forced his dick past her lips, fucking her mouth until drool mixed with pre-cum dripped down her chin onto her massive DD tits. The third waited his turn, stroking himself while pinching her large round areolas, twisting the dark buds until she whimpered around the shaft in her throat.

Monica’s brown eyes had found his in the dream, even as they double-teamed her— one in her ass now, stretching the tight ring with brutal pumps, the other sliding under to finger her clit. ‘Watch me take it all,’ she’d gasped between gags, her body quaking as orgasms ripped through her. Elias couldn’t move, his own erection throbbing untouched, pre-cum soaking his pants as he witnessed her holes filled and overflowing with their loads. He’d cum hard in the dream, ropes of semen spurting from him without a touch, mirroring the strangers’ climaxes painting her skin.

For months, these taboo fantasies had invaded his sleep, growing more explicit, more depraved. He feared telling Monica—she who dressed so conservatively, hiding her voluptuous figure under loose blouses and long skirts. What would she think if she knew he craved seeing her gangbanged, her huge tits mauled by rough hands, her pussy and ass pounded until she screamed? The shame kept him silent, even as the arousal lingered through his days.

Unbeknownst to him, Monica harbored the same secrets. Her dreams mirrored his in filthy detail, night after night for months. She’d never breathed a word, terrified Elias would see her as damaged or unfaithful. But god, the rush—the way her body ignited in sleep, clenching around phantom cocks as multiple men used her. In one recurring scene, she was in a dimly lit bar, her conservative outfit shed for a skimpy top that barely contained her DD breasts, nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric, paired with a short dress riding up her thick thighs. No bra, no panties, just her shaved pussy exposed to the leers of strangers.

They circled her like predators, hands roaming freely. One stranger pulled her onto his lap, his hard cock pressing against her bare ass as he groped her tits, squeezing the heavy globes and sucking on her large areolas until she moaned. Another knelt between her legs, spreading her folds and licking her clit with broad strokes before shoving his tongue inside, making her grind against his face. Soon, they had her on the bar top, legs wide, as the first plunged his thick dick into her soaking pussy, fucking her with short, hard jabs that made her tits bounce wildly. ‘More,’ she’d beg in the dream, loving the degradation, the way they passed her around like a fucktoy.