Amnesia - Chapter 2
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Hetero, Public Sex
Previous parts to this story - Chapter 1
Jim sat on the bed watching Eve unpack and put away her new clothes. They weren't exactly what he had in mind, but they were still nice. He remembered how much money it had cost and frowned but then, watching her heart-shaped ass as she walked and bent, reminded him she was worth it.
"Eve, come sit next to me," Jim said when she finished putting everything away.
Eve turned and nervously sat on the bed next to the stranger who was her husband. He draped his arm across her shoulder and cupped one breast. She tensed. But Jim had anticipated her reaction and didn't let it deter him. He fondled her tit as he pulled her closer to him, smelling her hair. He loved the way she smelled. Jim pushed the hair away from the back of her neck and kissed the soft flesh. He thought he heard Eve purr.
With his hand still massaging her breast, Jim pulled Eve's closest hand onto his lap. She felt the lump in his pants and fought with her emotions to pull her hand away. Why would she do that? Jim was her husband. But how could she touch his penis? He was a stranger to her.
When Eve's hand remained idle, Jim took control and pressed it onto his cock. After no reaction, he rubbed her hand against his dick. Eve got the hint and took over, bringing Jim's cock to life.
"Jim, we just had sex. Do you really want to do it again?" Eve asked.
"We used to have sex all the time. Are you not in the mood?"
"I don't think so," Eve said lamely.
"Okay, then just do me."
"What?"
"If you're not in the mood, just give me a blow-job."
"What?! I couldn't do that!"
"Sure you can. You used to love sucking my cock."
"Please don't talk that way."
"Honey, what's come over you? It's one thing not to remember, but you're acting like another person. C'mon, I know you like doing it. You used to do it all the time, even when I wasn't in the mood. Eve, trust me."
The woman sat back aghast. He asked her to trust him. That's what the nurse had told her. Jim knew her better than she knew herself. But what he said didn't seem right to her... like the clothes he wanted her to buy. But his memory was intact and hers wasn't. He must be right. He remembered their relationship. He remembered her past. She was supposed to trust him. But it just didn't seem right.
While Eve was struggling with her emotions, Jim shucked his clothes. He was now sitting next to her totally nude. Her eyes saw his hard cock pointing towards his belly and she blushed, averting her eyes. How could she put that in her mouth. She had heard of girls doing it, but she didn't remember doing it herself. But then again, there was so much she didn't remember.
Eve felt Jim's hand on the back of her head, pushing it down towards his lap. She couldn't avoid seeing his cock now and felt apprehension. Her face was getting closer and closer to the ominous organ. And then she felt it touch her skin -- her cheek next to her mouth. Jim held her head down, not applying much pressure but enough to tell her what he wanted. She just waited for something to happen, but realized the next step was hers.
Eve moved so that her lips touched the soft skin of Jim's hard cock. It didn't feel bad. That's what she told herself. When her lips parted and the shaft slipped between them, Jim took his hand off her head. Eve was free to get up, but she didn't. Jim was her husband -- her lover -- and it was her duty to pleasure him. And it wasn't as if she had never done it before. She just didn't remember doing it.
She wondered what she was supposed to do. It's funny how some things like speaking, arithmetic, eating, styling her hair, and so on came natural to her, but why couldn't she remember how to give a blow-job? That was strange. She hoped Jim wouldn't be upset with her if she did it wrong. Eve almost chuckled at that last thought. She wondered how she could do it wrong. You put the man's penis in your mouth and suck it. At least that's what her deficient memory recalled. She remembered what a blow-job was, just not doing it.
Eve kept her lips around the side of Jim's shaft and began licking. Her tongue lapped at his cock like she would an ice cream cone. Funny, but that she remembered doing. Her mouth watered so much thinking about ice cream that she had to swallow. She kept licking and realized it didn't taste bad. In fact, it didn't taste at all. It was just the thought that she found distasteful. But then again, she was only licking the side and realized it was time for her to put his penis in her mouth.
Eve dragged her lips up the shaft until the cock-head popped into her mouth. She just kept it there, feeling the velvety skin of the mushroom head. Although she had thought it would be repulsive, Eve found it arousing. She had a cock in her mouth. Again her mouth filled with saliva so she swallowed. The movement of her mouth and tongue brought a moan from Jim. Eve's eyes lifted and saw the pleasure on his face. She did something right -- without even intentionally doing it -- so she swallowed again and again.
Jim jerked his hips upward, forcing more of his cock into Eve's mouth and causing her to gag. She panicked for a moment, but then grasped the base of Jim's cock. Eve moved her lips down to the point she felt she'd gag and then slid her fist up his shaft until it met her mouth. Now she was able to control the depth of penetration. Delighted, Eve wondered if she just thought of that or if she had learned it in her mysterious past.
Eve was now moving her mouth up and down Jim's cock, using her tongue from time to time. Jim was moaning his pleasure and Eve felt satisfaction in that. Her husband had been there for her and now she was there for him. Jim's hips were more active now as he tried to fuck her mouth, but Eve held onto his cock to prevent any gagging. She realized she had it under control and maybe the technique was acquired from a lot of practice.
Just when Eve became overconfident with her "skill," she felt a burst of fluid enter her mouth. And then another one, and another. Eve finally realized what was happening and pulled her mouth off Jim's spurting cock. The next load hit her on the cheek before she squeezed the cock in panic, stopping the flow. But when Jim groaned his discomfort, Eve eased up on her grip only to be splattered with another load of sperm on her face. Frantically, Eve pointed the shooting organ away from her. Holding the cock in her fist, more sperm spewed from it onto Jim's belly and her hand. She kept her lips locked, not knowing what to do with the sperm in her mouth. Then she had that urge to swallow again so, without thinking, gulped the sperm down. If Jim hadn't had his eyes closed at that moment he would have seen Eve scrunch up her face as the unusual tasting goo slid over her tongue and down her gullet.
While Jim was still in the afterglow of his orgasm, Eve ran to the bathroom and rinsed her mouth with water. She cupped her hand under the faucet to throw water into her mouth before spitting it out. She did it over and over again, trying to get rid of the taste. Eve even stuck her tongue out and rubbed it with the palm side of her wet fingers, trying to dispel the slimy substance. When Eve felt Jim's hand on her shoulder as she was bent over the sink she jumped.
"What's the matter?" Jim asked as if it wasn't obvious.
"Why didn't you warn me?" Eve complained, still spitting into the sink.
"Warn you about what?" Jim said, wanting to hear Eve say it.
"You came in my mouth!"
"So, I always do. You like sucking my cock while I'm cumming. You say it gives you a sense of power."
"I didn't like it."
"Why not?"
"It's gross!"
"You never thought so before. I can understand your memory problem, but you're changing too. You are becoming a different person."
That struck a cord. Was Eve overreacting? After all, her husband wouldn't lie to her. If he said she had always let him cum in her mouth -- that she enjoyed it -- then maybe he was right. The poor woman was so confused. She no longer knew what she liked or disliked. She felt childish yelling at him for doing something they had always done as husband and wife.
"I'm sorry," Eve apologized, "I guess I made a big deal over nothing."
After that, the two had a nice dinner and watched some TV. Then they went to bed. Jim began fondling his wife again, but Eve didn't respond so he rolled over and went to sleep.
Eve continued having nightmares about getting beaten and running from someone, but during the day her life was like a fairytale. Jim was kind and loving. In fact, if it hadn't been for two things, Eve would have been smiling and humming all day long. The first, of course, was her lack of memory. She felt like part of her life was missing, even if it was the part that already transpired. The second was Jim's sexual appetite. He kept telling her that she used to want it as often as him, but she didn't feel that way. Also, Jim was asking her to do what she considered unusual acts, although he again reminded her that wasn't how she had felt in the past.
Sitting alone with a cup of coffee a few of days later, Eve wondered if Jim was right. She thought back to the night before. They were on the couch watching TV, attired the way Jim liked. He was in his boxers and Eve was wearing a short see-through nightie. Her naked breasts and dark areolas clearly showed through the thin material as well as the skimpy panties. Jim was stroking her inner thigh, sending shivers throughout her body. When he pulled his cock through the fly in his boxers and placed her hand on it, Eve automatically grasped his cock and began moving her hand up and down. She felt it stiffen in her fist.
Jim's hand inched its way up her thigh until he was stroking her pussy over her panties. Then his fingers slipped underneath onto her clit. Eve let out a soft moan as she gripped his cock firmer. Jim continued playing with her clit until Eve ground her ass into the couch cushion. When Jim started tugging her panties down, Eve lifted up to assist. Eve blushed when Jim placed the panties over his face and inhaled deeply. She thought a woman's pussy was dirty and didn't understand why Jim would want to smell its odor.
Jim pried Eve's hand off his cock and stood up. She thought he wanted to go into the bedroom to make love so she started to rise. To her surprise, Jim pushed her back down. Eve was caught off guard and didn't fall daintily. Her legs spread as she tried to regain her equilibrium. Before she was able to steady herself, Jim grabbed her legs under her knees and pulled her so that her butt was on the edge of the couch cushion. To Eve's shock, Jim dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs.
"Jim, stop! What are you doing?!" Eve exclaimed, taken aback. "Please, it's dirty down there. You shouldn't... oh... oh. Jim, what...? Oh my god! Oh, oh!"
Jim's tongue took over where his fingers had recently been. He was licking Eve's clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She grabbed his hair to pull him away, but held him in place instead as she ground her pussy on his face. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought she would experience such pleasure.
"Oh Jim... oh god. That feels so... oh, oh... don't stop. Oh baby, please don't stop."
Jim had no intention of stopping. His tongue found her hole and he drove his tongue deep inside her. When he flicked it in and out, Eve's hips began humping his face. His tongue slipped out of her pussy only to be replaced with his finger. While he finger-fucked her, Jim attacked her clit again. With a finger in her pussy and a tongue on her clit, Eve exploded in a huge orgasm.
When she came back down to Earth, Eve saw Jim grinning at her. She gave him a warm smile and knew he was the only man for her. She wanted to repay the pleasure he had given her so she leapt at him, pushing him onto his back on the floor. She located his hard cock jutting from his boxers and wrapped her hand around its base. Then she leaned over, swallowing the rest of his cock in her mouth. Her fist moved up and down in concert with her head bobbing. She sucked Jim's cock hard as she jerked him off with her lips around his swollen cock. It was too much for Jim who filled her mouth with his cum. But Eve wasn't disturbed about that. She craved his cum and eagerly swallowed it while pumping the rest out of his cock. She angled his cock so that she felt the burst of sperm against her tongue before gulping it down. Jim had been right, Eve did like sucking cock and swallowing sperm.
Eve wanted more -- no, desired more -- so she kept sucking Jim's cock while fisting it with her hand. To her satisfaction, her husband's cock remained hard. She quickly pulled her nightie over her head and tossed it aside. With Jim still on his back, Eve climbed over his hips, guiding his cock into her dripping pussy at the same time. After sitting down, sinking his cock all the way into her, she just waited. When Jim opened his eyes, Eve clenched her vagina muscles around his cock causing him to jerk his hips upwards. But Eve's weight prevented him from moving much. She smiled down at him knowing she was controlling this fuck.
Without breaking eye contact, Eve slowly rose up, sliding her pussy up Jim's throbbing cock. When he was almost out, she changed direction, slowly lowering herself. She kept doing this, increasing the speed each time. Soon she was bouncing on Jim's cock, causing him to grunt with pleasure. Eve leaned forward so that more of her husband's cock rubbed against her clit, but didn't slow down. Soon she felt her orgasm approaching. Just then Jim began spurting his cum into her. That was all Eve needed and she exploded in her own orgasm, finally collapsing forward onto Jim's body, feeling his warm skin against hers.
Eve continued sipping on her cup of coffee, smiling as she reminisced. She had unconsciously opened her robe and her fingers were inside her pussy, frigging herself. She knew she was in love with Jim and that they would spend eternity together. She had to trust him. He was her window to the past. He seemed to know her better than she knew herself.
Life would have been perfect if not for her nightmares. And lately flashes occurred while she was awake. It was as if she could almost remember, but not quite. They were very disturbing. When they occurred, she felt terrified and threatened. She wondered what could bring on such thoughts. Maybe it was the near fatal accident. She didn't even tell Jim about them, not wanting to worry him. After all, he had enough to worry about with her not remembering their past.
Her fingers stopped moving in her pussy when another flash hit her. She saw herself on a beach. She remembered the waves crashing and people shivering in the cold water even though it was summer. She deduced in was a California beach. Not only because the west coast didn't have the Gulf Stream to warm the water, but because she just knew it. She didn't know how, but she was sure she was on a beach in California. And then someone was yelling at her and kicking her. She was clutching her knees to her chest, turning her body into a ball to make her as small a target as possible. All the while she was being yelled at and kicked. Some people grabbed the man and struggled with him to the ground. She remembered scurrying to her feet and running. Did she say "remembered"? That would mean her daytime nightmare had happened. But it couldn't have been real. Who would have been kicking her on a California beach in real life? She brushed it off and finished her morning coffee.
Later that day Eve asked, "Jim, where did we move from?"
"Arizona. Why?"
"Oh, I don't know. Were we ever in California?"
Jim was silent for a moment and then responded, "Yeah, on vacation. Why?"
"I don't know. I just had a dream that I was on a beach in California." Eve neglected to mention she was awake when she had the "dream."
"Hmmm, I've dreamed about you on a beach in a skimpy bikini myself many times."
No more was said about California. But Eve had a distinct feeling she had lived there, rather than only been there on vacation. She wondered why.
Eve began to make friends in her new town and was enjoying life... except for the recurring nightmares and "daymares." More memories popped into her mind, none of them pleasant. Eve vaguely saw the recurring image of a man looming over her. In her sleep she'd flay her arms trying to fend off his attack. In the waking hours she would shake and sweat in fear, tears uncontrollably flowing from her eyes like a leaky faucet. The only times she knew she wasn't going to be haunted by the "dreams" was when she was in Jim's arms. Then she felt safe.
Jim continued to want sex often, but Eve no longer shunned his advances. She learned she enjoyed sex as much as him, or did she remember it? Oral sex, which she thought disgusting after the accident, was a favorite of hers. She loved her husband's mouth on her pussy and enjoyed sucking his cock. He was right; it gave her a sense of control. Her strong husband was putty in her hands when his cock was in her mouth.
Jim and Eve went out to dinner one night, Eve giggling a lot. When Jim asked her why, she just giggled harder. It continued through the meal and then Jim felt Eve pull his hand and place it on her bare thigh under her skirt. Jim began stroking her skin when he felt Eve nudge his hand. He looked at her face and saw a smile. Not sure if he read her correctly, he hesitantly moved his hand higher under her dress. Her giggling told him he was not doing something she didn't want. His hand kept going higher and higher until he reached the leg band of her panties, then his fingertips felt the silky material. When Eve spread her legs his hand went between them. Eve giggled even harder when she saw the surprised expression on her husband's face. His hand was touching her pussy through the gap in her crotchless panties.
"I bought them for you. I now know you were right," Eve explained when her husband couldn't speak, his mouth gaping.
Jim's finger sunk into the wet folds and Eve moaned. Her legs spread further apart and he put a second finger inside her. Not to be outdone, Eve's hand went to Jim's lap finding him already hard. She squeezed and rubbed his cock while he fingered her. Just then the waiter appeared.
"Would you like desert?" the waiter asked.
Their hands were hidden by the tablecloth, but it should have been obvious to the waiter what they were doing by the way their arms crossed. To his credit, the waiter stoically stood waiting for their response. Jim actually blushed, but Eve just giggled.
"I think we'll have our desert outside," Eve said, trying to hold back her laughter.
"As you wish, ma'am," the waiter replied very professionally.
"It's exactly what I wish," Eve said, giving her husband's cock a firm squeeze.
The bill was paid and the two left the restaurant. Jim was self-conscious of the lump in his pants, but Eve just clung to his arm, holding it with her two hands and leaning against him. Her constant giggling caused the other patrons to look their way which made Jim more uncomfortable because it was obvious he had a hard-on.
Outside the restaurant, Jim was walking to their car when Eve tugged on his arm. She looked around and then pulled him. Jim let her lead him to the side of the building, into an alley. He was about to ask Eve why she brought him there when she leaned against the wall, looked over her shoulder, and wiggled her ass.
When Jim remained still, Eve said, "Fuck me. Right here. Fuck me here."
Jim looked to his left and then his right. They were alone. He flipped Eve's skirt over her back and saw her bright red panties in the dark alley. He pulled his cock from his fly and guided it to Eve's pussy, already wet from their shenanigans in the restaurant. He slipped inside her in one smooth shove.
"Ahhhhhh!!" Eve moaned.
Jim put his hands on Eve's hips and began pumping his cock in and out of her with great force. He never knew he could be as excited as he was right now. They were both fully clothed, except for her skirt resting on her back and his fly open. His hands moved from her hips to her ass where he felt the material of her panties. She had bought crotchless panties and he was fucking her with them on. It had always been a fantasy of his and now he was living it. They were outside -- in public -- both fully clothed and fucking in an alley like dogs in heat. He knew he couldn't last, but luckily his first spurt brought on Eve's orgasm. They came together, grunting and moaning in the alley.
After they recovered, Jim pulled out and Eve giggled. They walked to their car, again with her clinging onto his arm, not saying anything. When they got home, Eve ran into the living room while Jim closed and locked the door. He followed the sounds of her laughter and gasped when he saw her. Eve was sitting on the couch with her skirt bunched at her waist, her legs spread as far apart as their flexibility allowed. He saw the shiny red panties framing her pussy. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
Eve smiled at him and pulled her pussy apart with her fingers. It was obvious they had already fucked, but that only stimulated Jim more. He quickly removed his pants and boxers, stroking his cock as he approached the couch. While holding herself open, Eve used her right forefinger to flick her clit. If her palm had been upwards, it would have looked like she was beckoning him to come to her. And, in fact, that's what she was doing.
Jim stepped between Eve's spread legs and put a hand on either side of her -- against the back of the couch. The tip of his hard-on was poking her so Eve grabbed Jim's cock and guided it to her pussy. Jim thrust his hips forward, sinking inside her. They fucked like that for some time, Eve climaxing again and again. Jim periodically leaned his upper body back so that he could see his cock inside her pussy framed by her crotchless panties. He grunted and pushed all the way inside her. Eve wrapped her legs around Jim's body when she felt the first spurt. Then she kept clenching her vagina muscles, milking the cum from his cock.
The next day, Eve was chatting with her neighbor. Gladys was a little older than her, but they got along great.
"I've never been so happy," Eve beamed.
"How do you know?" Gladys asked, knowing about Eve's amnesia.
"I just do." Then Eve's smile disappeared.
"What's the matter?" the concerned friend asked.
"I don't know. It's just that I keep having these dreams. And now they are happening more frequently during the day. It's as if I remember some things, but I can't be."
"Why not? Didn't the doctors tell you that your memory could return?"
"Yes they did, but this can't be coming from my memory. They're awful memories... if that's what they are. And I don't think Jim is part of them."
"That's good."
"What is?"
"That Jim isn't part of your bad memories," Gladys explained.
"Oh yeah. Well, they're so scary. There's a guy who I can almost see, but not quite. And he's always hitting me and yelling at me."
"Oh-my-god, how awful!"
"Anyway...."
"What is it dear?" Gladys asked when Eve didn't finish.
"This is so embarrassing. I remember myself having sex with him."
"The man in your dreams?!!" Gladys asked incredulously.
"Yeah, but not only in my nightmares. I can remember it even now. It's not clear, but I can remember it." Then, after a pause, Eve asked very quietly, "Do you think I was cheating on my husband?"
Gladys stared at her neighbor in shock. She didn't know how to answer the younger woman and then said, "Did you enjoy it... in your memory I mean?"
"No, it was awful. He was rough with me and hurt me."
"Then you wouldn't cheat on Jim with a man like that. I don't know why you're having memories like that, but you're not cheating on Jim."
"Thank you so much. You made me feel so much better," Eve said, and hugged the older woman warmly.
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