I was so tired. I’d been working in the garden all day, and when it got too dark to tell weeds from flowers, I staggered inside and barely had enough energy to take off my clothes and wash my hands and fall onto the daybed without enough strength to lift the cover much less crawl under.

I slept.

I dreamed.

I dreamed I was asleep, and Daniel was standing by the bed looking down at me, a sweet loving smile on his face.

And then I felt his hand on my bottom. Soft caresses. So soothing. In my dream I sighed. Sigh after sigh. And the caresses continued, but now his fingers slipped between my buns. Smoothed along the lips of my pussy. Smoothing and smoothing. And my sighs became small moans.

And then his fingertips eased their way inside, sending sweet shivers up my spine. And the fingers played there, a dance of small circles, a slow churn, making me clench, making me moan, making me wetter and wetter.

His fingers left, and a small gasp escaped my lips. And another when they touched the tight place, circling there, the tight rim, circling, circling ... I wanted his fingers in. I willed it. But they refrained. They circled and circled, driving me crazy with want. I all but growled.

And then nothing, but only for an anguishing second or two, and then his weight, the weight of his big cock, the strong slow press of it as it glided slowly, smoothly, deeply into my cunt.

He whispered soft sweet love words into my ear as he fucked soft sweet love fucks into my cunt, and there was nothing I could do but come. I came so strong and good. And the orgasm woke me from my dream, and I discovered it was not a dream at all, it was true, all true, true, true.