Matt and Sam met during their senior year in college, dated for almost two years and then were married. Matt at 25 and Sam at 24 had an active and fun sex life and they both had very active imaginations. Although if you asked either one of them point blank they wouldn't be able to recall when 'it' first occurred, the it was an apparently innocent foray deeper into their imaginative sex lives, their sexual fantasies and the darkness that sometimes overtakes couples wandering through a marriage searching for more than they should be. Matt had just stepping out of the shower and drying off when Sam reached around his waist and began stroking his cock. He was hard in an instant and he turned his head and smiled at her.
"Nice honey but let's move this into the bedroom."
"Alright big boy."
It was that simple really, just another of there sexual liaisons after a long, hard day at work. Matt was lying on his side on one elbow waiting for his wife but when Sam crawled up on the bed she playfully pushed him over onto his back and straddled his waist. She bent down and kissed him, dragging her breasts and hard nipples across his chest and sending shivers down his spine. Matt reached underneath her and took a breast into his right hand and began massaging it, rolling the nipple between his fingers.
Sam broke the kiss and sat up. "I want to be on top tonight."
Matt shifted his hips a little to accommodate her. "That's fine with me."
Sam reached behind her and took his cock with two fingers and positioned him then slowly slid backwards and down until his hardness slid deep inside her.
Matt smiled up at her as he caressed her nipple with his fingertips. "Oh honey that feels fucking good."
Sam was very slowly rocking back and forth, her eyes closed and her head tilted backward, as she slowly pleasured herself and her husband. Matt was watching her, as he always did in this position and he was puzzled, something was different tonight. Sam was thinking about something or someone else and he could see it written on her face.
Curious he whispered. "What are you thinking about Sam?"
She opened her eyes and smiled down at the love of her life. "Nothing baby, just enjoying that gorgeous hard cock of yours."
She closed her eyes again and a strange smile came over her. Matt replied, "Alright honey." But it wasn't all right; he knew that she was thinking about somebody else, of that he was positive. Both of them had used fantasies in their lovemaking sessions since their first tryst in his college dorm room. It had started innocently enough with them teasing each other about making love to other people and even about having a threesome while they played with each other's bodies. Sometimes they play-acted like they were other people, one time he was an older professor of hers bringing her to sexual heights in the classroom. One time she was a nurse in the emergency room performing a physical examination on him while other nurses and doctors looked on. Simple and fun things like that, things that most people do in the privacy of their own bedroom but things that can get out of hand if you don't watch out. Still they had never brought anyone into their fantasies to use for orgasmic sexual purposes at least not until tonight. Tonight was different and Matt knew it he just didn't know what had caused the change in Sam.
When they both had finished making love and were lying cuddled up to each other, spooning, she had scooted up to his back, her arm across his waist lazily playing with his limp cock then she whispered in his ear, "I was thinking about Ted."
Matt stiffened. Ted was Matt's best friend; they had grown up together going to the same schools from second grade through college. Ted had been their best man at the wedding and they had often gone out on dates, just the three of them. Ted was good looking and had dated a variety of girls that Matt had classified as 10's but none of them ever lasted long and for the life of him he didn't understand why. Ted was 6'2", well tanned, muscular in a sinewy way with blonde hair and blue eyes and Matt had always teased him that in the 1938 Germany they would have loved him. Still, why was Sam thinking about Ted while they made love? He turned his head toward Sam. "How come?"
Sam slowly got up onto one elbow and Matt rolled over to face her. There was just enough ambient light coming through the window that he could see her face. "Oh honey don't look so worried, it was just a fantasy."
Matt thought about that for a while then he nodded his head. "Yea maybe, but while my cock was buried inside you, you were wishing it was Ted's."
Sam saw the hurt on his face and wished that she had never told him or at least made up a different story. "Matt I love you not Ted, it was just a fantasy and we've used fantasies in our lovemaking for years. I'm sorry if I hurt you" She kissed him on the cheek.
"Fantasies! Well sure we've used them but it's never been anybody we really knew, not someone so close to us and certainly not Ted and definitely not when you were coming." He was angry now and knew it showed and he wished there were a quick way out of this mess. He rolled back over and faced the wall and angrily pulled the covers up over his shoulders. Again Sam kissed his cheek and then she rolled over to her side of the bed. She took a deep breath and curled up and went to sleep. And that was that - until three days later.
It was 7:13 on Saturday evening and Sam was standing at the kitchen sink washing the dishes. It had been a fun afternoon, a killer BBQ with Ted and his latest girlfriend, Ann Meyers. The four of them had killed three bottles of wine, downed uncountable hamburgers and hot dogs and just enjoyed each other's company on a sunny afternoon. Matt came up behind Sam and put his arms under her arms and cupped her breasts.
"Oh sweeties that feels so nice, let me finish washing these dishes and we can go upstairs and finish this off properly."
"Hey that's a good idea babe, as long as you plan on fucking me and not Ted!"
Sam spun around and slapped his face. "How dare you talk to me like that Matt Foster, how dare you!" She had tears in her eyes as she leaned back against the countertop.
Matt held up his arms defensively. "Christ Sam you were all over him this afternoon. Teasing and flirting with him and touching him all over. Even Ann was shocked at your behavior, what in the hell is going on with you?"
"I was not all over him!" Although she knew that she had been. "Look honey I'm sorry if I made you jealous I didn't mean to, it's just that, well..."
"I can't believe you Sam; you actually want to go to bed with him don't you?"
Sam grabbed a dishtowel and dried her hands then walked over and sat down at the table. "No, not really but..."
"But What Sam?"
"Matt do you remember us talking about having somebody watching us while we made love?"
Matt though back through their various fantasies and then he remembered what she was talking about. One time he had brought up the idea of a peeping Tom, only in her scenario it had been a peeping Ted. They had made love on the top of the sheets with the curtains open and pretended that Ted was outside the window watching them and jacking off. They had teased each other about the size of Ted's cock and how he would go crazy watching Sam naked and getting fucked. Matt had even laughed about Ted not being able to touch her and then he had cum inside her, deep, hard and fast. "Yea I do, I think we used Ted as our phantom peeping Tom."
"Yes we did. Look honey don't get mad at me but that fantasy has stayed with me for months now and every time I see Ted it comes back almost like it really happened. You know Ted has always teased me and I've always flirted right back but I can't get this damn fantasy out of my mind, I'm so sorry baby." She stood up and pulled him into her arms and they kissed.
Later that night, after another lovemaking session Matt was laying on his back his hands under the back of his head. "Do you want me to ask him?"
Sam turned over onto her side, a quizzical look on her face. "Ask who, what?"
"Sam... do you want me to ask Ted to watch us?"
Sam fell onto her back, avoiding Matt's eyes. She was quiet for a long time then she said, "Yes," with a squeaky voice.
"Alright I'll talk to him." The next day Matt called Ted from work and they made plans to meet for a beer after quitting time. When Matt walked into the downtown bar Ted was already sitting on a stool a beer stein in his hand. Ted grinned at his lifelong friend and pulled out a barstool and Matt sat down next to him.
While Matt ordered a draft Ted turned to face his friend. "What's up buddy, you sounded kind of weird on the phone. I hope theirs nothing wrong on the home front."
Matt took a deep breath then started out. "Look Ted how long have we known each other?"
"Since second grade, you know that."
"Well I have a favor to ask and I don't want you going all weird on me."
Ted stared at Matt for a minute. "Alright. I'm calm, cool and collected, so who do you want me to kill?"
"Shit Ted its Sam, she..."
"You want me to kill your wife?"
"No stupid I don't want you to kill anybody. It's... it's..."
"Come on Matt, spit it out."
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