Dreaming of Him

DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF HIM?

This story is based on a story by RobertaBob called Dream a little dream of me. I have received permission from them for this story. Its not a better version, just different.

That story is several parts with different endings. While I thought I wouldn't be writing anymore stories but I had an epiphany that I went through something similar but different to what happens in this story. It will be explained at the end what I mean by similar but different. I thought I could add a different and interesting take on the story. I hope you and he like it.

P.S. I can't find an editor so sorry for the mistakes. This is my third time submitting this story. 3 strikes and I'm out.

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It happened again. I'm awaken by my wife trashing around moaning. You could smell her arousal it was so strong. Then suddenly she stops, mouth open in a silent scream, head thrown back, her back arched and then she squirts all over the bed.

It's 5 o'clock in the damn morning, again. It used to be sexy, now not so much. My wife Chris was having sex in her sleep with someone who was not me. It's been going on for almost 2 months.

Sometimes 2 to 3 times a week. Some couples don't have regular sex that much.

We've been married for 2 years and dated for 2 years before that. I thought I knew her. I guess I didn't. We met at a work function. Well, her work function. I came with a friend for the free food and drinks. I saw her across the room. I know cliche right, but that's how it happened. When I approached her she was a little standoffish but my charm overcame her barriers. She's very beautiful, I know, like guys go after ugly girls. She was 23 at the time and 5 foot 4 inches. Still 5 foot 4 inches that is. Not going to mention weight but she looks good. Long dark hair. That day we met she had blond streaks. She doesn't dress to be sexy just comfortable. She works in a brokerage house so she's very smart.

Me, I'm as average as you can be, I was 24 at the time. White, 5'8" 190 pounds dark hair. I work in sales at a car dealership.

She insists she loves me and only me. She's always proved it until the dreams started. Even then we had wild monkey sex when she woke up after her orgasm. But, its been eating at me slowly. We've talked about it. We argued about it. We ignored it.

I had taken her to a nice dinner and some dancing. Something we haven't done in a while. She was surprised, I took her to the best steakhouse in the city. Then to a nice club with good but not that crazy EDM dance music. A more sophisticated atmosphere. She seemed to really enjoy it and loving making that followed. It had been about a week since the last time we had sex and maybe longer since we made love. Yet again here we are with the sex dreams. Doesn't do much for my confidence.

"His name is Justin" She says as she looks at me after coming down from another epic orgasm.

"Huh" I respond to this non sequitur.

"Justin, his name is Justin. The guy in my dreams" she says in a somewhat exasperated way. Like she didn't want to have to repeat herself.

It hits me like a Tyson punch, "Who the fuck is Justin?"

"I don't know a Justin. But that's his name in my dreams. I don't even know why he has a name. He never even talks in the dream."

"So this Justin guy, just somehow doesn't say anything fucks you like you never been fucked before and gives you the best orgasms of your life. Better than I do it seems. What is it about this Justin guy?"

I'm trying to hold it together and losing very badly. She's getting sex, much better sex in her dreams from some guy named Justin. It was bad before it worse knowing he has a name. It felt like I really had competition now. Like Chiefs versus the Panthers. You can guess who the Chiefs are.

"You know how dreams never really make sense. He comes to the door wearing a black hoodie. I can't even see his face. I do know he's tall, 6 foot maybe 3 or 5 inches. I don't know if he's White, Black or whatever. He's at the door and just walks in. Takes me by the hand and than somehow I'm in bed naked. He starts to....I guess I can only call it ravish me. He doesn't say a word. Just goes to work on my body in ways I never dreamed. Well thought of before since its happening in a dream. By the time he's inserting his penis I'm almost ready to pass out." She stops talking, I guess to gauge my reaction to all this new information.

"What is it that he does that I don't do, is he "penis",' I say with air quotes, 'super large or something."

"Does he have a 6 inch tongue? I know I say it with a little heat. I'm asking questions I really don't want the answers to."

She looks at me. I don't know if it with trepidation, fear, pity.

"It's a dream, you know they never make sense. His tongue isn't any different than a regular tongue, I can't explain what he's doing to get me so hot"'

"His Dick. Penis. Cock. You never mentioned that so I guess he would put Brickzilla to shame."

"Who the hell is Brickzilla?"

"Don't change the subject, we're talking about your dream man Justin's dick size" I can't believe my life has come down to talking about another guys junk. A guy that was fucking my wife. I guy who may or may not be real because its happening in a dream...What The actual Fuck.

"Why are men stuck on penis size so much. Size isn't that important to women as most men believe. If you really want to know, its the size of 2 soda cans stacked on top of each other."

"12 ounce or 16?'

"What?" She looks at me like I asked the dumbest question in the world.

"Are they 12 ounce soda's or 16 ounce. It makes a difference."

"Oh my God, 12 ounce happy. He's as big as 2 unopened 12 Ounce Dr. Pepper sodas. Strawberries and cream, regular not diet. Happy now?"

She was getting upset. Why I don't know. I mean she was the one having great sex 2 - 3 times a week. I'm the one not getting any.

"Well that explains a lot" I go to get out of bed to get ready for work.

"Please talk to me. I don't want this to affect our marriage. I love you so much. You're my life." She said pleadingly. Grabbing at my arm to stop me from leaving.

"Why would you think it would affect our marriage? Who doesn't mind their wife waking them up 2 to 3 times a week in a throws of an epic orgasm bought on by a mysterious man who she says she never met with an unworldly size cock who makes her squirt every single time. Something her pitiful husband as never been able to do, not even once. I have to get ready for work and so do you or we'll both be late"

I go to get up and grab what I need. I go to the guest bath to get ready. I hear her sniffling as I leave but I don't look back.

I couldn't focus most of the day. It even cost me a sale. I had them on the hook and let them go. I could hear the late Dennis Green (coach of the Vikings) yelling at me. "We had them on the hook and let them go!" Didn't help when the Sales Manager gave me a hard time about it. Actually called me a amateur. I couldn't be mad because it was a rookie mistake.

It was time to go home but I didn't feel like facing Chris. I'm not a drinker so going to a bar was out. Who goes to a bar to drink soda? Didn't want to go to the park. Its hard being a single man in a park now a days. Especially if there are kids around. I didn't want to deal with that. So I went to a movie, Joker: Folie A Deux. The hits just keep coming. Worst movie ever. It actually made things worse. My mood just darkened even more.

Getting home Chris was already there. Not surprising since I was home an hour later than usual. Nothing was different. No favorite meal cooking. We had ham and cheese sandwiches with chips. She did use the fancy Pepperridge Farm bread I like. We didn't say much beyond how was your day yadda yadda yadda. Sat and watched TV and went to bed. No sex, not even dream sex for her.

Two days later I was woken again by my wife in the throws of a massive orgasm. This time she yells out his name, Fucking Justin! I can't deal with this any longer. I get out of bed and go to the guest room. How do you compete with a dream. A dream with a huge cock and does magic to your wife?

I don't how much longer before I heard Chris knocking at the door. I ignored her, turning away from the door. She gave up, I could hear her crying as she walked away. Why was she crying, I should be the one crying.

Another crappy day at work. Got one sale and lost a second. When you work on commission every sale counts.

I decide to go straight home but stop at the grocery store we usually shop at, well Chris shops at as she does it more than I do. I had a taste for crab cakes. I figured I could at least eat well. Chris doesn't eat seafood much being a steak and potatoes kind of girl. I love it myself but don't get to have it that often. At the Seafood counter was a new guy. My guy Herm wasn't there. He usually works the same shift. I call him my guy because we found out we went to the same high school but didn't know each other. Ran in different crowds.

This new guy was about 6 foot 3 inches tall. Dark hair and his name tag says Justin.

I guess I was staring at him because he had to ask a couple of times if I wanted anything. I got myself together. I asked what happened to Herm. He told me was out for a while and should be at work next week. Trying to make conversation to get some info I asked how long he's been working there. He tells me 3 months. It was hard keeping it together after that little bit of information. We make small talk since it wasn't that busy for him at the time. Before I leave I tell my new buddy Justin to tell Herm Mark Shuster said hi. I wanted to see how he reacted to the name but I got nothing. I took my crab cakes that I no longer had an appetite for.

Dream boy Justin as been working there for 3 months. A little while before the dreams started. He matches her description being tall. Maybe she left out more information so I wouldn't recognize him. Maybe she didn't think I would go shopping anytime soon. All of that went out the window. Now I knew the truth. That truth probably has ended us a a couple.

I got home before Chris. These are one of those days I wished I drank. Sitting there sipping a diet coke didn't seem to met the mood or image I wanted or needed to portray. This was a sipping whiskey kind of situation. As soon as she walked in the first words out of my mouth were "I met Justin."

"What, you met who?" she responded with what looked like genuine surprise.

"Justin, you know your dream boat big cock, orgasm making machine Justin. Come to find out he's real. Very real'. I was almost screaming. She was shrinking back from me. I don't know if I ever been this mad before. "Is there anything you want to tell me? How long Chris. Its been 2 months since these dreams started and he's been at the grocery store you shop at for 3 months. Did it really only take him a month to get into your panties?"

"What the hell Mark, I don't know what your talking about? I don't know a Justin, I told you that. Please believe me, I'm not cheating on you. I don't want anyone but you' She was beseeching me to believe her but everything pointed to the fact that she was having an affair. "When do I have time to have an affair? Tell me! I go to work, and come home. The only time I would go out is with you, back when you did take me out. I can't remember the last time that happened".

"I tell when it stopped, when you started fucking Justin the middle of the night, that's when. But don't put your cheating on me, I'm not having sex with anyone. Including you lately. And I took you out last week and what happened, you had another fucking sex dream even after we had sex!"

"Oh really, when was the last time you had an orgasm? I tell you, this morning! I know because you yelled his fucking name out loud.' Now I was yelling. Spittle flying everywhere. "At least that's the last time I know. Maybe it was because the memory of Big cock Justin made you have a flashback. Damn he must be fucking good. You could be fucking him during working hours. Taking long lunches or afternoons off for all I know".

She slapped me! I was stunned for a second. Physical violence. I looked at her and she looked at me. Her hands went to her mouth and she went running out the living room and went to the master bedroom. I heard the door slam. I can imagine it was locked, not like I was going to go running after her. And be hit again, I think not.

I guess she was gone to work as I didn't see her in the morning. Either that or she was still in the bedroom. I don't know how much I cared anymore. Hell, who was I kidding, I cared a whole lot. I loved her like I never loved someone before. You don't stop loving someone overnight. No matter how much it hurt. These sex dreams have put a serious dent in my feelings for her. This latest revelation might be the killing blow.

I was short with people at work. Didn't even bother talking to customers. My boss called me into his office asking what the hell was going on. I told him I was having marriage issues. He told me half the guys there were having marriage issues. Get over it. I guess not all bosses were understanding like in the movies. I finished out my day with a lousy closing rate of 0 for 5.

I got home and Chris was sitting in the living room with a glass of wine. She began the conversation, "We meed to fix this Mark, I love you and only you. I'm sorry for slapping you. I was just so upset that you won't believe me and everything you were saying. Its no excuse but I am truly sorry. I can't help these stupid dreams. I didn't ask for them and don't want them. I see how its affecting you. Affecting us. How can I prove to you I'm not cheating. I do anything I can."

"People always say they will do anything but hardly ever mean it. If I asked you to tattoo Marks Property on your forehead I don't think you would. There's always a limit to what people will do Chris."

"Make an appointment at the nearest tattoo parlor. Pick out the font you want and I'll get that damn tattoo. My love has no boundaries." She responded quickly.

"Of course I'm not going to ask you to do that. You want to make it right, give me some time to think. The way I feel right now there's not much that can be done to reverse everything that has been going on. I'll let you know tomorrow and I'll be in the guest room for a while."

We ordered pizza, watched TV went to our separate bedrooms.

How do I find out if she was cheating. She's a smart woman. If she has she's been hiding it for 2 months except those stupid dreams how could I find the truth. The only real proof is those dreams and meeting a guy named Justin. He didn't seem to recognize the name Shuster. I don't think he's smart or quick enough to hide that he knew the name. Then again he may not know Chris' last name. Maybe he just considers her a fuck buddy.

I thought of something, it might be a long shot. I stopped at the grocery store hoping Herm was working. Luckily he was working. After asking how he was feeling I got down to business. I asked about the new guy Justin. He was a little surprised I was asking about him and wanted to know why. I asked what kind of guy he was, was he dating anyone, was he a player? Embarrassingly I told him it had to do with my wife.

He said Justin seemed to be a stand up guy. He had never seen him flirt with customers. He talked about dating. He was sure it was the same lady. He did get looks and even offers from female customers and co-workers but seemed to brush them off. He was a good looking guy. Herm said he didn't seem to be the kind of guy who would screw a married woman. I told Herm I appreciated his help.

Well that didn't go how I thought it would. I still didn't have the answers I needed. I wanted to try one more thing. Well a couple of things.

I got home, said Hi to Chris. I said I had thought of what we could do. I didn't tell her about talking to Herm. I needed to see her phone, home and work computer. She said there might be some issues with seeing her work computer as it had some client information that was considered privileged. I told her to work it out because I needed to see if she was in contact with someone not me.

She handed me her phone and went to fix dinner. For the first time in a while she cooked. Nothing fancy, meatloaf, mashed potatoes and corn. She had this thing were if you had meatloaf you ha have it with mashed potatoes and corn. Nothing else. And you're supposed to mix the potatoes and corn together. She used ketchup on top and not brown gravy. Yum!

While she was cooking I went through her phone. I knew she could have deleted any messages during the day and after they were sent or received. People don't realize nothing is truly deleted if you know what your doing. That crowd I mentioned about Herm in high school. He was in the jock crowd and I was in the nerds. I wasn't a super hacker. I just liked to mess with stuff. This was stuff. So I went through her phone and didn't find anything. I went and grabbed her computer. No new passwords so that was a good thing. I went through it and again found nothing. I don't know if it made me feel better or not.

I decided to check her car for a burner phone before dinner. The more I thought about it the more I thought that if having to go through all this was worth it. The fact that I didn't trust her enough is just adding fuel to the fire for divorce.

I came back in to see Chris standing there with a knowing smile. The "I told you" kind of smile. It only made me more upset about this whole thing. We ate dinner but didn't say to much to each other.

Instead of watching TV after dinner I said lets take a ride which surprised her. It had been quite a while since we did anything together. We got in my car and drove around for a minute. I stopped at the supermarket saying I need to get something. I was looking to see how she was acting. She didn't appear be worried or shocked at where we were. Going in we walked around with me picking up stuff we really didn't need. I asked her to grab some shrimp for me as I went to the bathroom then we could leave. Of course I didn't have to use the bathroom. I wanted to see what happened when she was face to face with Justin.

I was at a spot where I could see both of them. You would be surprised at how hard it is not to be seen in a supermarket. Well maybe you wouldn't.

She approached the seafood counter. Justin spotted her with a smile and asked what he could do for her. She told him she wanted a pound of shrimp and he went to complete the order. I didn't see any sign that they knew each other. Chris never had a chance to warn him she was coming when I was with her. I didn't even see her texting while we were driving.

I walked up behind her. "I see you met Justin" saying as flatly I could muster.

"Justin?" She said looking at me, than looking at Justin.

Justin was standing there holding the pound of shrimp wondering what was going on.

"Yes dear, Justin, you know 6 foot 5, who doesn't talk Justin. The man of your dreams or should I say the man from your dreams." I couldn't bring myself to say the Orgasm Making Machine in front of Justin. Both had the same look on their face, wide eyes, mouth open in shock.

Finally I think Justin realized what was going on. "Look Mister, I don't know what your issue is but it doesn't concern me. I don't know this lady and have never met her. My fiance would be pretty mad if I was messing around on her. I don't need any trouble at my job either."

"Baby, I don't know or never met this man. Yes I shop here but I never buy seafood, you know that. Plus your friend Herm is usually here when I walk by. I haven't seen him in a while though. Did you think I met this guy Justin while shopping? Is this what this is all about? To see how we would react?"