She blushed remembering the dream she had.Her heart pounded with fear. It wasn't unusual for burglars to rob houses this time of year. She got up slow...ly and opened her door very quietly. She tiptoed to the living room and her heart sank when she saw someone there. It sure didn't look like Dylan or Bobby. He was a big man. She just got a quick glance at him. He was wearing a red outfit. He looked like he was wearing a Santa Claus outfit. She could see him vaguely since the Christmas lights were. "Hmm, I guess you could say both," I said smiling, trying my best to concentrate on the fifteen-minute drive home and not my wife's sexy little feet stroking my cock."Are you going to cum soon?" she asked me."It won't be long," I quickly replied.My wife moaned her approval and picked up the pace of her footjob. She was also now toying at her pussy, telling me how much cum was running out of her and onto the seat. Every few seconds she would bring her hand up and spread her fingers to show me. I examined myself in that mirror again, feeling insanely sexy as I watched myself fuck him. He groaned in ecstasy. He lifted me off of him and drew my body with my ass up. He entered me from behind and I bit down on the pillow to muffle my screams of pleasure. He firmly grasped my sides as he thrust into me hard. ‘You like that, baby?’ he said sexily as he pushed himself into me. ‘Oh yes,’ I said through my short, heavy breaths. I felt his body temperature increase as he turned me around. I guess my breathing give it away “ Scott would you like to have phone sex with me?” My eyes Darted back and forward quickly and said to myself was she reading my mind. “ umm sure I would Christine. How do you do it ?” I said again I said to myself fucking moron what stupid ass question to ask in time like this. I could hear her laughter her ass over “ the same way you and Jackie do Scott but I’m way more descriptive when I have phone sex with someone, I explain everything I doing to the person.