My husband is leaving on another work trip this week with Ra..

My husband is leaving on another work trip this week with Raef and Chrissy. This one will be the longest yet. An entire week in Orlando Florida. While I’m not exactly happy about it, things have improved enough in our marriage over the last couple months that I’m handling this trip pretty well. Plus something happened recently in a solo session I had with Joann that really has me rethinking the entire situation with Chrissy. For some reason I can’t quite remember, we were talking about the power of dreams and I mentioned in passing that I’d recently had a bizarre dream involving Chrissy. Joann’s eyebrows raised themselves in a way that signaled a clear prompt for me to continue, so I elaborated. In the dream I was wandering through an unfamiliar labrynth of a home looking for my husband. The place was decorated in an ultra modern west coast fashion and completely devoid of people. But there was this black cat. The cat, which seemed neither friendly nor sinister, would put me through the same routine over and over. I would approach it, presumably in an attempt to either pick it up or pet it, and at the very last second it would scurry away. But the cat would never run completely out of my line of sight. It would always stop at a sufficient distance, reposition itself, and wait for my next futile attempt. Like some common fool, I became absolutely obsessed with catching this elusive little feline asshole. Over and over again we would repeat the process - as though we were locked in some form of eternal ritual. Deeper and deeper into the bowels of the architectural monstrosity I was led, until finally, I heard the noise. It was faint at first, but over time it slowly grew louder. And as the cat methodically drew me closer and closer to the source, I began to make it out. It was the sound of a woman moaning in pleasure. For what seemed like hours the cat and I engaged in this infuriating dance, with the moans of the female increasing in intensity as the two of us grew nearer. And then finally, without any sense of warning, I found myself standing at the doorway to the source. The moaning at that point had transitioned to what can only be described as wails of pleasure. The woman on the other side of the door, whoever it might be, seemed to be experiencing an unending orgasm, and a cataclysmic one at that I stared transfixed at the door, uncertain as to what to do. It was at that point I felt the familiar sensation of a cat rubbing itself against my lower leg. This feline, which had made it its mission to lead me to this door, was now beckoning me to enter. With more than a hint of trepidation, I reached for the knob. My hand shook as I began the slow turn that would once and for all reveal the identity of the woman on the other side. But before I could complete this one simple task, the cat, perhaps frustrated by the glacial pace of my efforts, transformed itself into a gale force wind that blew the door open with a surprising vioIence. And there, on the middle of a magnificent bed (straining beneath the weight), lay fat Chrissy - her legs splayed obscenely apart. But as fate would have it, she was not alone. Perched between her ample thighs was none other than the face of my beloved husband. In a state of utter shock and disbelief, I stared transfixed. Rage began to well in the pit of my stomach, and my fists clenched as a tsunami of hatred and jealousy swept me uncontrollably toward my nemesis. This would mark her end. But just as I reached the edge of the bed, her orgasm simultaneously arrived at its crescendo - at which point the cunt raised her head in triumph, locked her eyes with mine, and then vanished into thin air along with my sweet husband. Leaving me alone once again with the cat and the exhos of her laughter trailing off in the distance. When I’d finished recounting my odd dream to Joann, I began to gather my stuff in preparation to leave. In my mind, this little storytelling event had been nothing more than a slightly interesting aside at the end of our session, and most certainly not a substantive part of it. But as I made my way toward the door of her office, Joann stopped me in my tracks with the oddest of questions. “Were you aroused when you awoke from this dream,” she inquired. Turning to face her, I replied that I’d awoken that morning as aroused as I’d ever been from a dream. “Interesting” was all that she said in response. “We’ll discuss this more at your next session.”