In Her Dreams

In Her Dreams

Misty Minx

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Misty Minx

Copyright © 2013

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

I was sweating and trembling when I got up this morning, wondering what the heck happened to me last night. Of course, I get it, had to be a racy dream. Well, I thought to myself, I am no stranger to wet dreams; I have had my fair share of those sizzlers before. I just never felt the rush till the next morning. 

I was still seeping through my transparent pink lacy night gown when I felt a kiss on my lips. Trying to draw a line between imagination and reality, I slowly opened my eyes. Mark’s loving face was looking back at me with a huge naughty grin. 

I snapped right back into reality and stared into the mischievous eyes of my husband. It was 7 am and I could feel Mark getting hard under the sheets.

I was still reeling from my sex dream. I hadn’t had one since I got married, 7 years ago. Mark was all the man I ever needed – tall, dark, sexy, charming, loving, caring, devoted – I could go on and on. A perfect husband, the kind I used to read about in Mills and Boon novels when I was 16. So, what more could I ask for?

Well my dream guy had got my heart racing and I was suddenly craving for Mark even more. I was feeling sexy and adventurous. This was rare for me these days. Since the time our kids were born, our passion had mellowed down.

I was a full time journalist – After my long hours and pressing job, I could just about spare some time to take care of the kids, cook and clean. Mark was an investment banker and his job was just as challenging and demanding, if not more. Somewhere between our kids and careers, our lust had just faded. Of course, we still have sex couple of times a week – but it’s nowhere as passionate and exhilarating as it used to be. It’s more of a routine now, rather than “desire”.

It was sad how monotonous our lives had become over the last few years. I always heard from my other married friends that the “honeymoon period” would not last forever, but, I hoped we would be different. We were so much into each other that we couldn’t keep our hands off even when we were around friends or family. Oh well, things change and they had changed a whole lot between us.

So, when I felt this rare surge of passion today and kicked off Mark’s shorts, I surprised both of us. I didn’t want anything to ruin the moment. I was feeling hot and I wanted Mark badly. I ripped off his boxers and started caressing his balls. I ignored the look of disbelief in Mark’s eyes and kept going. We had long forgotten how foreplay felt like. After all, it had been 5 yrs since we got any. I was about to remind Mark just how good it felt....

50 minutes, 3 orgasms (or was it 4?) & one hell of an ejaculation later, I and Mark were on our backs, gasping to catch our breaths.

Mark looked at me and said, “What had gotten into you today, honey?”

“Who’s complaining?” I winked and replied coyly.

“Complaining? I fucking loved it babes. It reminded me of our first time you know.”

“Yeah! I know, that time when we went to that cheap motel as we didn’t have that much dough for an expensive resort..” We laughed and went down memory lane together. From our first date to our wedding day, we covered it all. After 2 hours, we realized we were terribly late for work and finally at 10 am we dragged ourselves out of bed to kick start our mundane schedule.

When I reached work, I still looked flustered. I felt myself blushing when my colleague and best friend Amanda nudged me and asked what was wrong with me. I just shrugged her off.

Amanda was in her late 30’s, a workaholic with a commitment phobia. We clicked right off when we met at work 9 years ago. We had a lot in common when it came to work. When it came to personal lives, she never really liked my decision to tie the knot. She thought it was the worst mistake of my life. Well, she wasn’t totally wrong. It was an uphill battle to get used to living with someone, the kids were a handful and when the passion died, it all came down to getting through life – one day at a time.

I wasn’t particularly happy but I wasn’t depressed either. It was the monotony of life combined with my mid life crisis which was getting to me.

Amanda broke my thoughts, “Jane, speak up! What’s wrong with you? You are red as a radish!”

“Oh! Well, I had the best sex of my life!” I blushed again and replied.

She wooed and gave me a hi-five. I giggled as if we were in high school.

Excited, she asked “Was it Mark?”

“What do you mean, Ams? Of course! It was. Who else? Remember, I am married!” I grinned and showed her my wedding band as proof.

“Today? I mean after 7 years of marriage? You stopped talking about sex ages ago. So, what was so special today? Tell me in details, girl. I want to hear it all.” Amanda replied anxiously.

“Ah! Well, what the heck. Okay, So I had a wet dream. It was out of this world – I never felt this way before. I was aroused, excited, and passionate – all at the same time. So when I woke up, I was horny like hell and took Mark on the rollercoaster with me.” I told her.

“Oh my god, a wet dream. Who were you lusting for? I bet it wasn’t mark?” She winked wickedly.

“Okay, I didn’t want to think about it.. Well, you know this guy at the gym Knock off? The hot instructor, from kick boxing class – Jayson!? Well, it was him!” I turned a deeper shade of red when I spoke his name out loud. Till then, I had not even admitted it to myself that I was lusting for a real person and not some made up fantasy dude. I wasn’t sure which was worse. I felt like I was cheating on Mark just by thinking about another guy. Was I? My mind was in turmoil as I started to sort out my thoughts.

Amanda interrupted my thoughts (again), “Oh yeah, he’s hot. But, you never told me you had a crush on him? Well, it’s good if he adds the sizzle to your, umm, otherwise dull sex life.” She laughed.

“I don’t know Ams, I feel like I am cheating on Mark. I don’t have a crush on Jayson. I never even looked at him twice in class. How can I think about another guy? Mark was always my dream guy. Why would I want to think about anyone but him? Does this make me a bad person?”

“Hey! Don’t be hard on yourself sweets. It’s OK. It’s alright to dream about anyone who fuels your fire. After all, you are not sleeping with him. I am sure Mark had one heck of a time today and so did you. So, everyone’s happy. Chill! Don’t over think it. Just enjoy the ride till it lasts.” She told me.

She was right. We did have awesome sex this morning. I wasn’t sleeping around with other men. So, it wasn’t cheating. I and Mark were good.

This made me smile.

He was gently circling my right nipple with his tongue and I could feel it growing hard under his wet lips. I moaned his name when he reached for my left breast firmly and caressed it. I had never felt so ecstatic before. I felt a surge of emotions so strong that I could barely control myself.

He ripped off my panties and his need echoed mine. We knew how badly we wanted each other. My hands were groping his boner and his were looking to get inside my wet pussy. I was moaning with each breath and I felt I would just collapse with ecstasy any moment now...

“Jane? Jane darling.”

“Huh?”  Startled, I opened my eyes cursing under my breath. I was not sure what was going on. After a few hazy seconds, I realized it was yet another dream. I was flabbergasted, sweaty and embarrassed. With guilt overriding my other emotions, I quickly turned to check if Mark knew what was going on.

“Jane! Are you ok? You are sweating. Do you have fever?”

Phew! Mark didn’t know. Thank god.

“I feel fine but you could be right. I will check my temperature when I get up. I will just lay in bed for a while longer today, ok?”

“Yeah sure. Take it easy baby. Let me know if you need anything”, Mark said, giving me a warm reassuring kiss on the cheek.

Mark - My supportive, loving and drop dead gorgeous husband. He is always by my side, to look after me and comfort me. Why in the world was I dreaming about this random Jayson guy then? For the life of me, I could not figure it out. 

I had a million questions in my mind, all at once. I had to take a shower to clear my head.

I had my kick boxing class after work today. I was wondering if I should go. I decided I had to go and see Jayson to prove to myself that it was nothing more than a bunch of crazy dreams.

I ended up going and as soon as I saw Jayson, I realized I was so wrong. I was flustered just looking at him. It made all the thoughts of last night pop right into my head. His body, his touch, his skin – Oh my god, I was losing it.

I decided to lay low and started moving towards the back of the class when my gym buddy Sabrina called out to me, “Hey Jane! Come on here, let’s kick some ass.” Sabrina was standing right in the front and everyone around (yes, including Jayson) was looking at me. I felt a hundred eyes on me and for a few seconds, I was stunned. I could not move. I had to give myself a mental kick in order to get going and act normal.

I slowly walked up next to Sabrina, which was the spot in the front of the class, facing Jayson. “Jeez, how will I survive this class”, I thought to myself.

Luckily for me, Jayson was pretty much oblivious to my flustered looks. On the other hand, I felt neglected. In my dreams, he was all over me and he had eyes only for me. I doubt he was even looking at me now. It was like I did not even exist. I sighed and tried to focus on the class. Maybe I could impress him with my kicks and punches.

Why I wanted to impress Jayson in the first place, was totally beyond me!

I was totally focused on the class, on his instructions, on him. He was sweating. I could barely keep my eyes off his rippled muscles which were bulging and reflecting clearly through his tight, spandex. He had a perfect torso and his shoulders were strong and sturdy. What would I give to be in his arms, I mused before I could stop myself?

What was wrong with me? I felt like a different person. I felt guilty but I knew clearly what I wanted - Jayson – and I wanted him bad!

That night I slept early, I wanted to hit the bed soon so I could dream about him longer. And boy did I have some racy thoughts lined up....