Get Out Of My Dreams (Joe the Magic Man Series Book 1)
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“Joe Mann, you better not let me down.”
Epilogue
Jean Thornton bolted upright in bed.
“Oh my God! It was just a dream.”
Steve Bateman gave a big yawn and stretched his arms
in the air. “Go back to sleep honey, it’s too early.” Jean looked around the room in disbelief; the dream she had been having was so real. “Steve, I just had the weirdest dream.”
“Oh really?” He stood up and gave another stretch. “We were at a costume party in a big house. We were all in costume––you were Batman, your friend Joe, Robin, and I was Wonder Woman.”
“You’d make a lovely Wonder Woman.” Steve scratched his head lazily.
“You don’t understand! When we got there, everyone was Batman and Robin—I was the only Wonder Woman. The rest of the women were Robin. Your friend from work, Joe, was the only guy dressed like Robin, though. All the other men wore Batman costumes.”
“I don’t have a friend at work named Joe.”
“I’m sure he said his name was Joe. Anyway, there had to have been about twenty couples there, and all the men looked identical.”
The dream was so vivid in Jean’s mind that she was still looking around the room, half expecting Joe to be there. “While we were dancing, you kept getting cut in on by someone who could have been your twin. That happened at least five times, and each time I thought it was you again.”
“Honey, if you were dressed as Wonder Woman in hot pants, then of course they’d all want to dance with you.” Steve made his way to the bedroom door. “I bet they all had their hands on your ass, holding you tight.”
“Yes, they did, but when I came off the floor, Joe said there were only six bedrooms; if we didn’t want to sleep on the floor, we’d better go find one. We were lucky to get the last one—it had two big beds, and you told Joe to have one bed while you took me to the other one and started to undress me. And then you sent Joe to get us another drink, at least I thought it was you...”
Steve was too tired to listen to her. “Honey, we had great sex last night, and I told you the guys at work are calling me Batman, and whoever is working with me is called Robin. My guess is you went to sleep thinking about that and dreamed about it. That’s how some dreams work, so don’t worry about it, it’s just a silly old dream.”
“But it was so real.” The dream had been so erotic, Jean was still panting from the excitement of it as she watched Steve open the bedroom door. She was half expecting there to be a man in a Batman costume on the other side, waiting for his turn with her. She continued: “Joe brought a woman dressed as Robin back to his bed.”
“It was only a dream. Now go back to sleep and you can tell me all about it tonight.” Steve gave her a wink. “I’ve got to leave for work or I’ll be late. See you later.”
But it was so real. Jean listened as Steve headed down the stairs, part of her wishing he’d come back to the bedroom dressed as Batman. She snuggled under the sheets as she recalled her erotic dream.
When Joe went to get them their drinks, the Batman she thought was Steve couldn’t wait to get Wonder Woman’s clothes off and get her into bed. Jean let him take her costume off, knowing Joe would come back and catch them. It was only when Batman took his tights off that Jean realized he wasn’t her boyfriend. His cock had been two to three inches bigger than Steve’s. She remembered telling Batman that he wasn’t her Steve, but as he climbed into bed, he said there were no Steves and Jeans tonight, only Batmen and Robins—and one beautiful Wonder Woman. And all the Batmen wanted to sleep with Wonder Woman if they could find her. Oh my God, I must have had sex with five of them! Jean was half asleep when a voice in her subconscious whispered to her.
“Come back to sleep, the party hasn’t finished yet.”
“Oh yes, I’d like that,” she whispered back wickedly. As she rolled over onto her side, she spotted her panties on top of her slippers. She knew she and Steve had made love last night, but she was sure she had put her panties back on after she’d used the washroom. No, I mustn’t have, she thought with a smile, that dream has my head in a spin. I don’t know if I can even tell Steve all that went on—he might get jealous—especially if I tell him about the size of the Batmen’s manhoods.
The little voice in her head reasoned, “A dream like that is best kept to yourself; you don’t want people to think you’re a slut, when all you are doing is having an erotic fantasy. And, of course, all the men have big cocks—if they all had small ones, then it wouldn’t be much of a fantasy, would it? You will remember this dream for a very long time.”
“Yes, I’ll keep it to myself,” Jean thought she was conversing with herself. “I’ll keep Joe as my secret dream lover—after all, Steve said he didn’t have a friend named Joe, and it was just a silly old dream, so, Joe can be my friend.”
“That’s right, and he’ll take you to other parties—he’ll take you anywhere you heart desires.” Joe watched through her half-closed eyes as she pulled the sheets to one side, and slowly pulled her nightie up. He smiled at her willingness. “I think you’ll make a lovely Maid Marian. Steve could be Little John and Joe could be your Robin Hood.”
“Oh, yes...” Jean’s eyes closed as she lifted her knees up and opened her legs.
“He could take you to meet Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs—Doc and Dopey would love you.” Jean was soon sound asleep, and back in Joe’s fantasy world once again. “Look, your Joe is waiting for you.”
In her dream, Jean looked over to Joe’s bed and could see Joe and a naked woman making love. Jean could hear the woman’s soft moans. There was a light knock on the door. Jean watched Joe get out of bed wearing nothing but a mask.
“I think that might be Batman for you,” Joe said to Jean, grinning as he went to answer it.
“But Steve’s gone to work?” Through hazy eyes, she watched Joe’s naked ass as he opened the door.
A Batman came in and looked at Jean lying nude on the bed. “Wonder Woman, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
She smiled at Batman and purred in a husky voice: “Are you my Steve?” She watched as he sauntered over to her bed and started to undress. Suddenly, another Batman came into the room and said, “He’s not your Steve, I am,” as he began to undress, as well.
Her excitement mounting, Jean looked to Joe for help, but he climbed back into bed with his female Robin. She, too, was only wearing an eye mask. They looked like a pair of naked bank robbers. Jean glanced back at the two men, who were now standing before her, naked except for their masks. She could tell by the size of their erections that they weren’t her Steve. The first one caught hold of her foot and kissed it gently while the other one came around the side of the bed and climbed in beside her. He began to kiss her ear and neck, whispering, “There are no Steves here, just Batmen, and there are more out there wondering where Wonder Woman is hiding.”
“I definitely can’t tell Steve about this,” She moaned to Joe, in a husky, sexy tone she didn’t know she had. She felt no embarrassment that Joe and the woman were watching her—she knew she was putting on a show for them—like an audition for a blue movie.
One Batman had kissed his way up the inside of her thigh. The other Batman had kissed his way down to her breasts, and his hand wandered teasingly across her belly. In reality, it was not Batman’s hand, but her own that made its way down her belly as she wriggled and squirmed on her bed. “I guess every woman should have at least one secret she keeps to herself,” she said to Joe between whimpers of satisfaction. “I won’t tell Steve if you won’t.”
Joe decided not to erase Jean’s dreams from her memory; she was enjoying them so much, he wanted her to be able to relive them anytime she wanted to. The only catch was that she would never be able to tell a soul about them. Joe knew he’d visit her again and again; Jean Thornton was his perfect dream girl–– for now.
Jean knew Joe was in the other bed, watching her closely as the two men in Batman masks escalated her to such
pleasures she’d never before experienced—even in her wildest dreams. One was kneeling between her legs, getting himself ready with his lovely cock in his hand. The other was running his hands rhythmically over her trembling flesh. They whispered that they would make love to her in any way she wanted—she was calling the shots. They promised to take her to places she had never dreamed existed.
As Jean descended into their throes of passion, Joe watched his dream girl play her part perfectly—not from the bed beside her—but as always, from afar.
Allan J. Lewis
Lewis was born in August 1939 in South Wales, U.K., where he still lives. He is a retired coal miner and part-time fire fighter. Lewis is married and has two children and two grandchildren.
Since he was a child, Lewis’ ambition was to write adventure stories; however, he never found the time until he retired. “Get Out of My Dreams” is his first novel, and he is currently working on his next book.
Lewis can be contacted at allanlewis145@yahoo.co.uk
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