Mike sat next to his wife, Judy, on the couch, struggling to keep his eyes open. On the love seat across from them was Judy’s friend from work, Kerry, and her husband Brad. Judy had invited them over for a quaint dinner party, and Mike was happy to play along (especially considering Kerry’s dress with the plunging neckline) but, for some reason, he suddenly felt incredibly sleepy.

Judy had her hand on his neck, gently raking her nails up and down the back of his scalp, sending tingles down his spine. He loved it when she did this, her sensual, teasing touches immediately bringing his body to a halt, aching for more pleasure. He pulled his heavy eyelids up, trying his best to keep himself from nodding off.

Judy was going on about her hypnosis hobby. Mike never paid much attention when she went on these long rants. She was explaining something about classical conditioning, dissociative language, and anchors from repetitive stimulation. It was too much for Mike to follow after a full dinner and his head kept drifting further down. Every now and again, Judy would snap her fingers in front of his face and he’d sit straight up, trying to be as polite and attentive as possible.

But then Judy’s fingers would trace his neck again, and he’d start to drift off as she talked about circles that spiraled deeper and deeper. Her nails made small circles around the back of his head.

Judy snapped again, and Mike decided it was time to throw in the towel.

“Sorry, everyone,” he said, blinking his eyes. “I think I need to lie down. I had a long day and I’m fading fast.”

“Aww, poor sweetie!” said Judy. “You go get some sleep.”

He mumbles an apology to Kerry and Brad. The couple assured him it was okay but exchanged knowing looks with themselves. As he left the room, he could hear Judy’s voice speaking to their guests.

“Crazy, right? Hey! Did I ever show you two my new metronome?”

Mike barely gave it a second thought as he headed to the bedroom, shrugged off his pants, and passed out on top of the covers.

At 12:00 exactly, Mike opened his eyes and rose out of bed, glancing at the clock. He never woke up in the middle of the night. He must have been dreaming.

He heard voices and noises coming from the living room. Without bothering to get dressed, he wandered down the hall to see what was going on. He rounded the corner to see Judy sitting naked on the couch getting head from Kerry, her large breasts swinging as she knelt on the floor. Brad was on the carpet, pounding his wife from behind, a blank expression on his face.

Mike blinked, not sure if he was feeling jealous, aroused, or both. Then he remembered he was just having a dream. A sexy dream with his hot wife and her attractive friends. Everything was ok when it was a dream.

“MMM!!” Judy trilled as she writhed under Kerry’s tongue. “That’s wonderful, Kerry! Every lick you make you can feel on your clit while Brad drills that tight pussy of yours. Doesn’t it feel wonderful?”

“Yes, Judy,” Kerry said between the wet smack she was lavishing on Judy’s cunt. “It feels amazing…”

“Oh! It looks like Mike’s ready to join the party!” Judy said, noticing her husband standing in the hallway. “Brad, take a break and sit on the love seat.”

“Yes, Judy,” The tall man droned and sat down, his impressive cock jutting up in the air.

“I think I want you two boys to put on a show for us ladies,” Judy said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Mike, why don’t you get down on your knees and give Brad your best blowjob while Kerry and I watch and play with ourselves. Doesn’t that sound good?”

“I…uh…what?” Mike said, furrowing his brow. That didn’t sound like something he’d do.

“C’mon, honey,” Judy said. She pat the seat next to her, Kerry sat down next to her, her naked body loose and limp and a blissful expression on her face. Judy grabbed one of Kerry’s boobs and wobbled it around, making the other woman giggle in pleasure.

“You’re just having a sexy dream, that’s all, Mike,” said Judy. Mike watched Kerry’s tit and decided that she was right. He was just dreaming. People did all sorts of weird things in dreams.

He stripped off the rest of his clothes and knelt in front of the other man, grabbing his thick cock.

“Just think about how you like to get head and do the same for Brad,” Judy whispered as her hand toyed with Kerry’s snatch. The other woman was returning the favor.

Brad opened his mouth wide and felt Brad’s shaft slide past his lips, his tongue flicking over Brad’s tip. He could taste Kerry’s pussy juice coating Brad’s cock as well as the sour salty taste of Brad’s pre cum. It tasted potent and manly. Good thing this was only a dream, or Mike might’ve gotten a taste for it.

It wasn’t long before Brad groaned and shot his load down Mike’s throat. Mike gulped it all down, following his dream logic. The girls cheered between their moans and Judy got up and sat next to Brad. She stroked the back of Brad’s neck and whispered softly to him.

“Feeling so good right now…so satisfied…time to go to sleep now…you had such a nice cum and now you can’t stop yourself from slipping into a deep, deep sleep…sleep deeply until I tell you to wake…that’s right….sleeeeeeep…”

Brad tipped over, lying down completely unconscious on the love seat. Judy gave him a peck on the cheek and then turned to look at Mike.

“Well, I guess you’re cock of the walk now, big boy. Lie down on your back and get hard for me.”

“Yes, dear…” Mike said, feeling a strange sense of submission as he said it.  

He lay down on the carpet and watched as the two women climbed ontop of him, Judy over his face and Kerry over his cock. The two women faced each other as the rode him, Judy whispering gentle commands to each of them all the while. Kerry’s pussy felt amazing on Mike’s cock, but his focus was mostly on teasing and pleasuring his wife’s slick cunt. Mike felt a little astonished that he was fucking another woman while he was eating out his wife, but it was okay since it was a dream.

At last, the two women finished, leaving Mike hard and flustered. Judy instructed Kerry to wrap her hands around Mike’s cock while Judy leaned down, kissing his tip with he plush lips. She propped Mike’s head up with a pillow so he could watch the two of them give him a double hand job, their arms pushgin their jiggling tits together with every stroke.

Mike shot a geyser of cum straight into the air, splattering Kerry’s tits and Judy’s face. Judy moaned in erotic satisfaction and then left to get a wash cloth to clean up the mess. Finally told Brad to sit up, but to stay asleep while she hered Mike and Kerry to sit down next to him, the three of them naked on the sofa.

Judy set her metronome on the table again and let it tick and tock back and forth. Six eyes followed the tip of the metronome as it swayed in ceaseless rhythm.

“Listen to my voice…focusing all your attention on my voice and the gentle tick, tick, tick of the metronome. You feel happy. You feel good and satisfied. You love dinner parties with Judy…say that for me.”

“We love dinner parties with Judy…” the three of them repeated.

“You will clear your schedules when Judy invites you for a dinner party.”

“We will clear our schedules every time Judy invites us for a dinner party.”

“You won’t remember anything that happens at my dinner party…you will only know that you fell asleep early and had the most wild, fun, sexy dreams in your life…feeling happy and accepting of anything that goes on at my dinner party.”

“Yes, Judy,” Mike and the two guests replied.

“Good…Now time to go to sleep. Sleeeeep and when you wake, this will only be a hot, sexy dream until my next dinner party.”

“Yes…” The three of them sighed and then collapsed in a heap with each other on the couch, dreaming of their next party with Judy.