While You Were Sleeping Pt. 01

All characters in this story are fictional and any that engage in sexual activity are over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy reading it!

I wish to send a huge thanks to my editor Guinahart for her guidance on this tale. The story is a much better read because of the editing. Any errors found at this point are solely my own after making changes post-edit.

This is intended to be a story about what I tried to express as real people with real emotions. I am not a fan of labels such as BTB and RAAC as those don't describe real people, only a theme. There are equal parts of sex, love, betrayal and hopefully some emotion in this story so hang on for the ride!

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Why does everything seem foggy? I don't remember what happened but it feels like I am more tired than ever before.

As Matt woke up slowly, his body ached and he was sure he had dreamed about something but couldn't remember anymore. He blinked a few times to clear the fog from his vision, to see he wasn't in his own bed.

Where am I?

He looked around and really took stock of where he was. It looked like a hospital room or something like one. There were monitors hooked up to the wall behind him, the bed had those railing sides on them, and he felt like shit.

One of the monitors on the wall was beeping, and soon enough a nurse opened the door to his room and stopped suddenly when she saw him awake.

She smiled really big and said, "WOW! Welcome back, Mr. Jordan. I will go fetch the doctor, OK?"

"Wait...Where AM I?" He yelled the question as the door was already shutting behind her.

It only took about two minutes but it felt like eternity. The door opened again, and this time an older gentleman in an obvious doctor's white coat came in, followed by the same nurse.

"Hello, Mr. Jordan... Matt, my name is Doctor Stephens. How do you feel?"

"To be honest doc, I've been better. I feel like crap and not sure where I am or how the heck I got here."

"Matt, you were in an auto collision and had a head injury. You had surgery to fix some broken bones, internal bleeding and lacerations on both your arms and face. We did every test and scan possible, as is normal for severe head injuries, and you were extremely lucky with only minor swelling in the brain. After the swelling went down we just had to wait until you decided to join us again, and here you are. I know this is going to be a shock, but you have been in a coma for nearly four months."

"What??" Matt asked incredulously. "FOUR MONTHS? Where are my wife and my kids?"

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Jennifer and Matt had met in their sophomore year of college and both had been in relationships before. They both had friends that dated each other and had been together several times for group outings, as well as a few parties.

Matt's best friend was named Jim, and they had been together since grade school. Jim was more outgoing, but the two balanced each other out well. Jennifer had a few good friends that she hung out with as well, but really had no best friend since Rachael, her neighbor, moved away in 9^th grade.

Matt was a little shy, so Jennifer ended up being the one to ask him out to see a movie together. He really liked her, but was glad when she made the first move. They were quickly monogamous, and come their junior year, they moved in together in an off-campus apartment where they lived until they both graduated two years later.

When they graduated, Matt got a degree in Computer Science with a minor in Business. Jennifer got her degree in nursing and was in the top 5% of her class. They decided after graduation that they would move to Chicago as it was roughly in the middle of both of their families.

Jennifer went to work in the Trauma center at the largest hospital in the city, and Matt got a job working for a large corporation. They were both very busy, but always made sure to find time for each other. They were best friends as well as lovers, and it showed. Anyone that knew them could tell that they had eyes only for each other.

After about a year of their lives together Matt finally worked up the courage to propose to her. They were out to dinner at Jennifer's favorite restaurant and had just finished eating the main course.

Matt got down on one knee and asked, "Jennifer, you are the love of my life, and you make me complete. Will you marry me?" He opened the box he had hidden behind his back to reveal a stunning diamond ring. She had tears in her eyes as she nodded her head saying, "YES! I love you so much, Matt!"

There weren't a lot of dry eyes in the place, and a good share of clapping as the couple hugged tightly. They finished the dessert and went home to celebrate. That night was magical for both as they explored each other. If there was a record for number of concurrent orgasms, they likely set it that night.

So Jennifer and her mom, along with her future mother-in-law, went about the details of the wedding planning. Matt helped some for things like the cake tasting and picking out some of the smaller details like placemats, but most of the major items he left to his fiancé and gave advice when it was asked for.

The day of the wedding both Matt and Jennifer had serious jitters, but it was the best day of their lives. Matt waited anxiously at the altar as Jennifer's dad walked her down the aisle. As she moved he swore she was like an angel on earth, she was that beautiful.

They exchanged vows and after they were pronounced Mr. and Mrs. Jordan. They made their way to the reception hall for a night of fun and celebration. Matt and Jennifer cut out early of course to head off to their honeymoon trip.

Their parents pooled together and got them a three night trip to an island in the Grand Caymans, in the Bahamas. The hut they had was beautiful, and the weather was perfect. They had nothing but time and each other to celebrate their love.

The first night they didn't leave the room even for food, they just ordered room service. It was the perfect way to start their married life, and they were so deeply in love that they spent the first hour just exploring each other, undressing, touching and kissing.

By the time the three days were up, they were both exhausted but very happy with each other. They returned home and began their lives together.

For the first year, they were inseparable. They would go out every chance they could to see a movie or go to a club. After about a year, she got pregnant, and 9 months later gave birth to their daughter, Sidney.

They stopped going out as much, but still went out some as their daughter grew up. After about another year, Jennifer got pregnant again, and had their older son Steven. Barely nine months after that she gave birth to their youngest son, Thomas. After his birth Matt had a vasectomy, so there would be no more kids in their future.

As time went on, they still spent as much time as they could together, although with tough jobs and three kids now, it was not as often as they would have liked. What time they did get together was cherished and they made the most of it. They weren't teenagers anymore but still made passionate love to each other at least once or twice a week, usually shipping the kids off to one of the grandparent's houses for the night.

By the time Sidney was seventeen she was a junior in high school, and the boys were sixteen and fifteen as sophomore and freshmen respectively. Sydney was involved in some sports but mainly was kind of a nerd. She studied a lot, hung out with a few friends, but mostly stayed in her room. The boys both played sports, but never the same ones. Steven was a football player, and Thomas (his buddies all called him Tommy) was a skinny basketball player on the junior varsity team.

Jennifer still worked for the hospital, but had been promoted to charge nurse for her shift at the emergency department about two years prior. Matt had changed companies after a few years, due to some females sexually harassing him on the job, so he now worked for a smaller consulting company that helped out larger corporations temporarily.

Matt had been on the way home from one of his consulting clients in the next town over when he got into the accident. It could have happened to anyone, but luck wasn't on his side that night. He had gotten to a 4-way stop, looked both ways, and saw an approaching truck. It looked to be slowing down, so he went across.

Apparently the truck driver had been slowing down, but was also falling asleep at the wheel. He never even saw the other car going through the intersection when he plowed into him. The truck pushed Matt and his car a further two-hundred feet down the road, before the car spun off and rolled over a few times landing in the ditch.

Matt was rushed to the hospital on a back-board and neck brace firmly in place. The trucker was injured but not severely, mostly due to his body already being a bit limp from being a sleep. The police also later found him slightly drunk, so he was arrested for suspicion of DUI and possible vehicular assault charges.

Matt got to the hospital, and Jennifer had been working that evening shift. She was a mess as she alternated between crying for her injured husband and trying to continue directing the nurses to do their work. Finally she gave up and sat in the waiting room, sniffling and crying.

Several hours passed, and at this point her kids were waiting with her, along with both sets of grandparents. A doctor came out in scrubs and gave them the mixed news. Matt had made it and would survive, however he was now in a medically induced coma to allow brain swelling to go down. They would let him down from that medication in about two days or so. At that point, it was all on Matt if he was going to come out of the coma or not.

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Jennifer's side of the story

I couldn't believe it. I know I was in shock for a long time, but still have trouble processing it to this day. My love, my soulmate was breathing, but wasn't with me. I sat at his bedside for the first few days, even after they removed the coma-inducing medicine. I held his hand and spoke to him, giving him an update on the kids and everyone else.

After a week I had to return to the kids and home, but came to visit every night for as long as I could, and spent the weekends with him. After a month of this, I still visited, but had to keep up a strong front for the kids at home. They missed their dad as much as I missed my husband.

Matt's best friend Jim was also a huge help. He came around to help with the kid's events and homework. On the nights that our parents couldn't help, he stayed with them while I went to visit Matt.

I now recognize that this was the beginning of my downfall. I had no idea what was going on, but at the time, needed any help I could get. With Matt not around, I was on overload pretty much every day with no outlet for my sorrow.

After about two months, Jim invited me out for dinner on a Friday night. The kids were all going to spend the night with friends, so I thought it might be good to get out for a night. We went somewhere nice that Matt and I both loved. Even now, I recognize that everything revolved around Matt. God did I need him in my life.

"This is one of Matt and my favorite places," I remember telling him.

"I have only been here once, but it seems like a great place. I know this is tough, but remember I'm here to listen if you need a shoulder to cry on," he said.

We talked all through dinner about our past, the things we liked and of course Matt. Jim made me feel a little better by reassuring me that Matt was one of the toughest guys he knew and would pull through.

After dinner, he dropped me off at home. He walked me to the door and gave me a long comforting hug. When we separated, he gave me a quick chaste kiss on the lips, and said good night. The kiss was awkward to say the least, so I rushed inside and closed the door.

I didn't know what to make of things, so did my best to ignore Jim the following week and let his calls go to voice mail. He sent me a text apologizing for the awkward kiss and just wanted to let me know he was trying to help during this trying time.

Eventually, I answered his call later the next week and agreed to meet for lunch. I think it was understood that there would be no funny business, but we did have a nice conversation. It felt good to have an adult to talk to that understood the hurt of missing Matt.

We left and agreed to meet again a few days later. He took me to another similar lunch at a bistro and we had some sandwiches. Again he kept things friendly and genuinely seemed to care. He invited me out to dinner and a movie with some other friends that Friday night, and I thought it would be good to get out.

I was still visiting Matt, although not as much as at first. I stopped in to see him that Thursday evening and just sat with him holding his hand. I told him that I missed him terribly and loved him so much. I couldn't survive without him, and that every day was a struggle.

I told him that Jim was trying to help, but he could never take his place. He lay there breathing, and for a moment I had a flash of extreme anger that he would leave me alone like this. The moment passed and was replaced with a deep sorrow and guilt for those feelings. Here the love of my life was in a coma and might not survive, and I had the nerve to be angry at HIM?

"Honey, I need you to come back to me. I don't know how much longer I can make it without you," I told him.

I went home and life went on. The next night, after work, I took the kids over to my parents and got ready to go out. I met Jim at the restaurant where we had made reservations.

"Where is everyone else?" I asked.

"They should be coming soon, I hope," Jim answered.

We sat and had some drinks but no one else showed up. He got a text and said that the others wouldn't be coming due to something coming up with one of their kids.

"Should we reschedule then?" I asked, getting ready to get up and leave.

"Well we are already here, we should just enjoy dinner and set something up with them for later in the week," Jim suggested.

"I guess since we are already here." I knew right after saying it, I should have just left but it was a nice place and I was lonely, so just went with it.

Dinner was pretty good, although not the same without Matt. I was really feeling lost without him, and Jim was doing his best to be there for me.

"I miss Matt too, and am so glad that I am not alone right now." Jim was so nice to me. It reminded me of Matt in a way.

"I think I will skip the movie tonight, ok Jim?" I asked.

"Ok, no problem. I will walk you out to your car then."

He followed me to my car and when I turned around to thank him he was right behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and just held me, in a warm embrace. The hug felt so good, and yet I knew it was more than just a hug.

He separated a little and moved his lips to mine. At that moment, it felt electric, and I still to this day have no idea why I did, but I kissed him back. After a few minutes of passion, I finally broke free. I felt ashamed and hot all at the same time, and thought of my husband.

"I'm sorry Jim, I shouldn't have done that. I have to get going now."

"Jenn, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't be taking advantage of you like this."

He backed away, went to his car, and drove off with a small wave. I got in my car and drove home, ashamed the whole way. How could I kiss my husband's best friend? When I got home I went to bed and made myself a promise to never be alone with him again, and to go spend more time with Matt.

The next few days I spent as much time as I could with Matt, holding his hand and talking with him again. I went back to work the next week and took the kids to see Matt after school and work. We did our best, but it was really getting hard to balance everything again.

Sidney's birthday was coming up in two days so we had a huge 18^th birthday party that we were going to have, and Matt would miss that too. I was near tears setting everything up for the party, but put on a brave face for the kids. She had a blast, and her friends all enjoyed themselves. My little girl was a woman now, well according to the law anyhow.

Of course Jim was there at the party, but he kept his distance. He told me about half way through the evening that he was proud of Sidney and that I should be proud too. I told him I was very proud of her. He left shortly after that, and the rest of the guests minus her best friend Mary all left for home. Mary stayed the night, even though it was a school night. I made an exception for her birthday.

The following Friday, all the kids were home and we had just finished dinner when the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone so got up to answer the door. It was Jim, so I invited him in.

"What brings you over tonight Jim?" I asked.

"Just figured you could use a little time away from everything, and to talk to someone," he replied.

I thought about it, and decided a little time away from the house might be a good thing tonight. I asked Sidney to make sure the boys stayed out of trouble and that I would be home in a few hours.

He drove us down to a local pub, and we sat at a table on the side of the place. I had a few more drinks than I should have, but I should still have known better. Jim asked me to dance, so we danced a little to the jukebox along with some other couples. During a slow song he moved in pretty close and wrapped his arms around my waist.

I should have stopped him, but it felt so good and warm. His contact was making me wet, and for some reason, I wanted him so badly. We finished the dance and went back to the table to get our things. I thought he was going to take me home, but he drove us out to an empty city park, and parked the car in a corner.

He turned to me and put one hand behind my head, running his fingers through my long hair. His other hand was rubbing my thigh and moved his face towards mine. My brain was screaming for me to stop this and open the door to run away, but I did nothing.

When his lips reached mine I closed my eyes and kissed him back. Between the buzz and the electricity of his lips, I was getting very hot. His hand moved up from my thigh to unbutton my jeans, and then onto his own to unsnap and unzip his pants. Before I knew what was going on, I had my jeans off, and was sitting in his lap with his cock buried in my pussy.

Matt was larger than his friend, but what Jim lacked in size he was trying to make up for with his tongue on my nipples. He had my shirt pulled up and his hands on my hips lifting me up and down on him. I would be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying it, but we were just fucking, not making love.

I bounced on him harder and harder until he grabbed my hips hard and slammed me down on his cock, spewing his cum deep into my pussy. I felt it all, and then he was panting while holding my hips. I still hadn't cum, and now he lifted me up and I slid over to the passenger seat.

Realization of what had happened set in, and I knew immediately that I had just made the worst mistake of my life. I got my clothes back to somewhat normal and meekly asked him to take me home. When he parked in front of my house, I asked him to not come back, ever. He looked hurt, but said he would try.

As I walked towards my front door, a sense of dread like no other filled my soul. How could I face my kids, let alone my husband when he woke up after what I had just done? I decided I was going to be the best mother I could, and just live with the shame of this night somehow. I would have to keep this horrible secret until my last breath.