In Her Dreams

by Minx, Misty

  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  In Her Dreams

  Misty Minx

  PUBLISHED BY:

  Misty Minx

  Copyright © 2013

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this publication may be copied, reproduced in any format, by any means, electronic or otherwise, without prior consent from the copyright owner and publisher of this book.

  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.

  CHAPTER 1

  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....

  CHAPTER 2

  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.

  CHAPTER 3

  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.

  CHAPTER 4

  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.

  CHAPTER 5

  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....

  CHAPTER 6

  Next day, I was sipping a hot cup of coffee at my work desk. The day before had gone in a blur. Everything around me seemed hazy and I simply could not concentrate on anything, let alone the article I had to submit today. It had something to do with US Economic Crisis, I believe.

  I had to get Jayson out of my head before I could focus on the vast research material I had collected on the US Economy. I don’t know why, but the more I distracted myself from thinking about him, the more he ended up being on my mind. He was inside my head, dominating my thoughts. I could clearly picture his strong muscles, his perfect abs and his tanned skin. I could not stop myself. I had to get him out of my system.

  So, I did the only logical thing I could think of. I went to Amanda’s cabin and swore her to secrecy. After she ruefully made a pinkie promise, I blabbed everything – Right from how I felt in class to my raunchy thoughts and lust for Jayson. She was listening with a sly smile on her face and nodding patiently.

  “So, Ams, I am a mess, Help me. What should I do?” I asked finally, after finishing my story.

  “Well, what do you want to do? I would say, the best way to get Jayson out of your system, is to get him in your system.” She said.

  “Huh? What are you saying, girl? I am confused.”

  “Get Jayson to sleep with you! That’s it! Once you do that, you can get him out of your system once and for all. Get back to your boring, mundane life. Easy.” Ams told me very matter-of-factly.

  I was shocked. My best friend suggested I cheat on my husband. Never! “No way Ams. I can’t cheat on Mark, you know that. No matter how much I lust for Jayson, I have to bury my feelings. I love Mark. I cannot imagine what would happen if he finds out. Even if he doesn’t, how do I live with the guilt? Heck! I am guilty, just thinking about another man.”

  “It’s your call love. This is my secret for getting over someone. Try it, it will work. Else keep dwelling on Jayson and it can ruin your work, life, marriage. Think about it”.

  Amanda was smart. I always followed her advice but this time I had my doubts. My heart wanted to, but my head was in the right place. Thank God.

  I just kept telling myself I had to get over Jayson and that’s it.

  And then, as night fell, I was blissfully dreaming again. I was cuddled in Jayson’s arms, rubbing against his hot body and moaning softly as he slid his fingers inside me....

  CHAPTER 7

  I started dressing up for the gym. I thought these other chicks were superficial when I saw them smacking makeup on their faces, or wearing hot pants and short tennis skirts for workouts. When I looked at myself in the locker mirror that day, I felt just as superficial.

  I wore a tight white tee. It showed off my well maintained body and all the right curves. It was thin enough to become translucent after I would sweat a bit. I also wore my favourite chocolate flavoured lip gloss and my cool new navy blue shorts. I wasn’t dressing up for a workout; I was dressing up for Jayson.

  Suddenly, reality hit me – I wanted Jayson to notice me. I wanted him to want me as much as I yearned for his touch. I didn’t want to be, just another girl in his class. I wanted to stand out from the crowd and most of all, I wanted him to undress me with his eyes.

  I never did anything to get guys in school or even in college. I had a good body but I never really flaunted it or tried too hard. I was good friends with guys around me and relationships came effortlessly to me. I never had a school girl crush as I was always dating the hottest guys around.

  “What a time in life to have a school girl crush”, I muttered to myself and sighed at the irony of it all.

  As soon as I entered his class, my gaze fell on him. He looked back and smiled. After flaunting his million dollar smile and inevitably making me feel weak in my knees, he quickly looked away and started the class.

  Just a smile? He didn’t even look at me. Didn’t he notice I made an effort? I wasn’t expecting his jaw to drop but I did expect a lingering stare, at the least.

  The stars were not in my favour that day. He kept talking to other girls in the class and laughed at their silly pretences. I was his best student and I knew it. I was good with my kicks and punches and he never appreciated me. All I wanted was to be noticed. I had just about had it with him and wanted to just storm out of the class. When it happened....

  He touched me.

  I was taken aback when he gently moved my waist in order to give my punch more force. I was instantly red cheeked and I felt like I had a heater between my thighs. I felt the burning sensation right up to my face and I turned a
way quickly, so that no one else would notice my flustered look.

  Suddenly, I was so weak in the knees that I could barely stand straight, let alone throw a sucker punch. I told Jayson I had to step out of the class for a while as I was feeling dizzy. I wanted to get outside for some fresh air before I collapsed and made a fool of myself.

  Once outside the class, I started moving towards the locker room when I heard a deep voice call my name.

  CHAPTER 8

  “Jane, Are you Ok!”

  It was Jayson. I turned and almost bumped into him. He was right behind me. His blue green eyes full of genuine concern.