She just needs to come off of it....

I just woke up from a dream where Judy was wrapped around me from behind, and I could feel her tits and hair and pussy pressed up against me, and Sarah was in front of me, all of us legs entwined, and I could feel her pussy up against my leg, and I actually felt them as if it was real. I woke up from that dream with a boner pissed off it wasn't real. But it was in a farmhouse bedroom, at night, with a breeze coming in upon us, and a coolness like sweat drying after good sex. The dream felt natural because the love we could all share with each other is so natural, based on friendship above everything else. Sarah has some issues, and so does Judy, and so do I, but we can heal each other, inspire and motivate each other, and without a doubt the sex between us, especially all of us together, would be amazing.
Sarah I am stoned cold in love with. I'm in love with my wife, and love her still, but I love Sarah as well and want her with me and with us. In fact, loving Sarah has made my love for Judy even stronger.
All the drama and bullshit Sarah is going through stems from her worthless piece of shit of a husband, Chris. he is a liar, care more about video games and drugs than his own kids, and treats her like property or dirt. Those girls deserve better, and if Judy and I were her lover/companions we all would have a better life. Judy as it is doesn't do much housework, and runs her mouth complaining all the time, but when Sarah and her are together they really do motivate each other, but this, or anywhere with us, is where Sarah needs to be.
Sarah and I have had really good sex and that is when we both were not at our best, and Judy and I always have fairly decent or good, so in a relationship that includes sex we'd have better than most, and I wish Judy would explore that side with Sarah, because it would cement them more. And yes, in the middle of the night, when my thoughts run to them both naked and yielding, I can't help but put all this down. I can see and taste their pussys melting in my mouth, and in my hands. They both are quite alike in some ways and so different in others, that it all just fits, and I want them both together more than anything else.
How to get there I consider so many times a day it isn't funny, and there is a hard road ahead, but somehow we'll get through it all. I just need a decent break first.