NOT Your Grandma's Book of Progressive Erotica: Vol 4

Amnesia

Oh how I loved him. The man of my dreams, the man who made me feel like the only one in the world. He made me feel special, loved, cared for and beautiful – for I was his everything.

When we got home from the wedding, our house was completely empty. It was three in the morning, but since we were both night owls at heart, we were still wide awake. He locked the door and then carried me to the bedroom, careful not to snag my dress on anything.

As he set me down on the bed, he smiled as he adored my enchanting beauty. I was now his queen and he, my king. There were no other people in this world for us, just who we saw, there, in that moment. We fell in love with each other as the months and years went on. First we were attracted to each other by the outside, but as time passed, the inside became so beautiful that we became inseparable. A bond formed over time through many events in our lives that we both shared – both past and present. The future on the other hand was yet to come, but we both knew that we'd create something beautiful with each other.

My dress took him a while to undo, but it took him much less time to take it off than it did to put on.

"You better not rip it," I warned him.

He laughed. "Don't worry, my love," he assured me.

Once I was left wearing my garters, stockings, lace panties and matching white bra, he watched as I moved along the bed slowly and laid my head down on the pillows. He loosened his tie first, then took off his vest, followed by his pants until he was wearing only his black briefs – which barely withheld his huge cock from my longing eyes – and matching socks.

He slowly made his way up to my face, kissing me from toe to thigh, right up to my neck and then finally my lips. The wedding hadn't worn either of us out. We were still as full of energy as if it were the beginning of the day.

Grabbing his cock as I sat up, he undid my bra and let it drop onto my dress next to the bed. Sex had always been good before we were married, but I was beyond impressed at how he was still managing to get a rock hard boner for me after such a long, strenuous day – this man most certainly wished to make love to me.

His lips wrapped around my left nipple and his tongue slowly circled it. I slid my hand into his briefs and pulled his cock out to jerk it. He kept one hand pressed firmly against my back as we continued until he switched to my other nipple and I fell backward with a moan.

Slowly he began pulling my panties off, moving off to the side so I could lift both my legs so he could remove them. I spread my legs for him and he smiled as he lowered his head. His tongue gently caressed my clit while his lower lip rubbed against me. He then kissed the area softly, lightly sucking on it and then spread his tongue wide as he licked the entire area up and down. My moans were becoming more intense as he carried on and as much as I wanted him to continue, I longed for his lips to be pressed against mine as he penetrated me with his cock.

I ran my fingers through his hair as I found myself nearing orgasm. Biting the inside of my bottom lip awkwardly, I pressed his mouth into my pussy as I began to cum. He sucked on my pussy as I wiggled my waist until my orgasm calmed down.

He got up and wiped his mouth. I smiled at him and bit my lower lip as I motioned for him to come to me with my finger. As his lips touched mine, I could taste myself on them. Sharing in such a sweet taste made me long for his cum in my mouth as well.

When we stopped kissing, he removed his briefs and then straddled my chest so that I could suck his cock. It pulsed as it went in and out of my mouth, my hand stroking it slowly with a twist of my wrist. I forced saliva onto his head, swirling it around with my tongue and then he moved back down into position.

Rubbing the head of his cock against my pussy, he slowly slid it in. My orgasm still left my pussy rather sensitive, so I shook uncontrollably for a moment as his whole cock entered into my pussy for the first time that night. He leaned forward, kissing me passionately as he waited for my body to stop shaking. Once it did, he began to fuck me slowly as he peered into my eyes. I held his face in my hands as he pleasured me and watched how his pupils changed size when he began to pick up the pace.

Opening my mouth wide and tilting my head back as he went harder and deep as possible, he began to kiss my neck. All times prior to this one were washed away in an instant as he made love to me as if it were our first time. He made me feel as if he knew every inch of my body and was touching all the right spots in sequence as I headed for the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced with him.

I began to cum, forcing his cock out of my pussy, but he fucked me harder and fought the pressure, causing me to squirt everywhere. Catching my breath as he eventually slowed down to a stop, I donned the biggest smile. I licked my lips and put my hands on his face. He kissed the palm of my left hand and then the ring.

"I love you," he said to me.

"I love you too. Did you cum?"

"Yeah," he laughed with a big grin. "I came somewhere in the middle of the water show you put on for me."

Waking up I could tell it was morning, but had no clue where I was. The lingerie hinted that something sexual, or special had happened the night before, but I couldn't remember for the life of me what had occurred. Panic and confusion were slowly setting in as I looked around the room and couldn't recall ever seeing it before. I looked over at the man stirring awake next to me.

"Good morning, beautiful," he greeted me, with a kiss on the lips.

They felt familiar, but the lack of pressure back from mine caused a confused look to wash over his face.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

I didn't know how to answer him. I was scared of what would happen, but I knew one thing was for certain, "I don't know who you are."

I spoke the words as softly as I could, but the look on his face said it all. He was heartbroken, as if he were about to cry a thousand rivers to span the globe.

"You're serious, aren't you?" he began. "You don't remember..."

I shook my head slowly, slightly frowning as I tried to recall something to set his mind at ease – but I couldn't. Tears began to roll down his chiseled cheeks and I found myself wiping them away with my thumbs.

"Don't cry," I said sweetly.

He dropped his head into my hands and kissed the palm of the one with a ring on it. Looking up at me his lower lip trembled as if he feared to even utter a single word to me as if he were speaking to a deaf person.

He hesitated and furled his brow. "I'm your husband."