When Dreams Collide.  The  April and Derrick series. by Deana Bard. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It’s early evening when April is getting ready to go out for a few hours. Freshly showered and sweet-smelling, she puts on tight pair of jeans that enhance her firm thighs. The center seam separates and molds her two round ass cheeks but also tends to accentuate the lips of her pouting pussy. For a top, she chooses a light-colored silk blouse, sans a bra as usual, with the top three buttons undone to show some cleavage and sheer enough to just make out the darkness of her nipples. To her husband, Derrick, all of this preparation just for a night out with ‘the girls’ at one of the local nightclubs seems a bit over the top. But he keeps those thoughts to himself. As she’s about to open the door to leave, she looks over her shoulder with a twinkle in her eye and says, “Be showered by the time I get home.” Enamored by her beauty, Derrick steps over to her to give her a goodbye kiss. While doing so, his hand cups one of her breasts. She returns his gesture by putting her arms around him pulling him close. She opens her mouth, sticking her long wet tongue past his parting lips and deep into his hot mouth. The silk covering her soft but firm breast can not hide the erect state of her nipples. She lets out a soft moan when he gives the little brown pebble a pinch. Suddenly she breaks the kiss, takes her arms from around him, and gives her husband a punishing look. Stunned, he asks, “What’s the matter, Babe?” “You’re always too tired any other time,” she snaps. “So why do you wait until I have people waiting for me? I’m about to be late?” “Hey, my head wants it often,” he says defensively. “I can’t help it if my libido and this head…, “pointing to his crotch, “can’t keep up with you.” She comes close to him again, grabs the slight bulge forming in the front of his pants, and says, “Well, just make sure that you’re clean and ready by the time I get home. Maybe then…” “I think I can manage that,” he says, enjoying this game they sometimes play. “If you only THINK you can manage that then,” she says in mock seriousness, “I might THINK about not coming home until morning.” He’s heard that before. It’s all part of their game. April smiles a wicked smile and says, “Don’t forget, there are all these men who buy us drinks all night. Each hoping that they’ll get lucky with us. Maybe I’ll just have to let one of them serve my needs.” “My mistake, Madame,” he responds in playful homage. “I promise to be ready to service your every need upon your return, whenever that might be.” “That’s more like it.” She says with a gleam in her eye while giving his balls a good squeeze. With a quick peck on the cheek, she turns and goes out the door. Through the front window, he watches as she saunters down the walk to her car. As she is about to get in, she turns towards the house. Looking right at him, she pulls at the opening of her loosely buttoned blouse and flashes a lovely tit at him, then gets in the car and drives away. He sits down to watch the evening news, but he can’t keep his mind on what he’s watching. His thoughts keep drifting to what April might have in mind when she gets home. Aside from normal, run-of-the-mill sex, from time to time, they had played other games. It could be based on a theme, such as ‘The Seductive College Nympho.’ ‘The Barber’ (where one of them gets a pubic trim or even a shave). 'Hot Fudge Sundae’ (while helplessly bound and laying naked on a plastic sheet, ice-cold ice cream is scooped onto very select and sensitive spots of the body. This is followed by drizzling hot fudge on his or her naked body. That is only half the fun because the other gets to take their time licking it all up.) They had even dabbled a little bit in 'Water Sports’ (they had peed on each other in the shower several times. And when out camping one time, after drinking way too much, they held a pissing contest to see which one could