Have you ever known a woman that looked plain but with a bit of makeup or a different hairstyle you just knew she would be hot! My office manger is that way, her name is Donna. A very nice gal, but plain as jane can be. Married with children and all that. Very conservative attire, always wears flats when most of the other women in the office are wearing heels. She always wears her hair pulled back and I just know if she would just that hair down one day she would look awesome.

Well a few nights ago I had a dream about Donna, and she looked as sexy as I thought she would. She was wearing a bit of makeup and her hair was down, her curls falling over her shoulders. She was wearing this short skirt and heels and Donna told me she dressed this way so I would fuck her. In my dream I just swept everything off my desk and had her sit on the edge of it. We made out as I was fondling her breasts through her tight blouse. I then lay her back on top of my desk and spread her legs for me to enter her. So realistic the dream was until there seemed to be some kind of explosion taking place I couldn't figure out. Someone was yelling my name and the voice became louder by the moment. One minute I'm fucking Donna on my desk and the next moment I'm in my bed.

Suddenly Donna and my office just evaporated in front of my eyes and now I'm looking at my wife's face as she is kneeling on the bed beside me. "What the hell are you doing, she's asking me?" Now I'm 3/4 awake and I'm feeling a very weird sensation between my legs. I didn't have to see it, I could smell it. My wife is looking at me like I just shot the Pope. Oh yeah, one of those dreams! I haven't had that happen since I was 16yo. Of course I could have said I was dreaming about fucking her except for the fact my wife wanted to know who the hell Donna was!

Yeah I can laugh about that now, but that dream cost me three nights on the sofa. LMAO! Hope you all get a good laugh at my expense!

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by Anonymous on Mar 25, 2016 at 1:08 PM

I'm my story her name was julie... it was a nightshift machine shop. She was a former schoolmate. She was truly pretty...being where we were it was jeans and tee shirts.... I was supervisor and id just shoot the shit with her.... all i remember is she wore white cotton bikinis. ..so she said... wished I coulda told her I was a fucking sissy crossdresser too.....still am at 60.

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