Awakening Ch. 10

"If you're asking if she knows what's going on? Oh yeah. She and I have had any number of encounters."

"So tell me, how are they doing? Getting any less intense?"

"No. Actually, if anything, it's worse. It's moved from a few quick seconds of thought to being slower and involving actual physical actions."

"By physical actions, you mean..."

"Sex? Oh yeah. I just came from therapy where I had a three way encounter with two of the therapists down there. And yes, the three of us undressed and had sex, right there in the therapy room."

"And if someone were to touch you, say in the living room of your house?'

"Wherever and whenever," I said with a frown. "Have you made any progress on figuring this out?"

"Well. No actually. But I think I have medication that might slow it down a bit. It's actually something we use for some forms of schizophrenia. It can suppress some of the effects, I think. I'll be honest, I'm just guessing. I've never come across anything like this before."

"Okay. So, what are the side effects of this drug?"

"Not good. But let's first see if it'll work. We'd give you a dose of the drug intravenously so it works faster, and then I'd like to do another PET scan while you're having an episode. See if it dampens the effects at all. You don't mind, do you? I mean having it happen on purpose?"

"Yeah. Fine I guess. Amanda could touch me. We've been through this a few times."

"You're sure? I mean if it happens like you say, she'd be having a physical relation with you right in front of a whole bunch of people."

"Scott. I'm not sure I'm ready for that," Amanda whispered.

"That's fine." I nodded. "Yeah, whoever you want then."

Andria left and came back a few moments later with a syringe and gave me a shot. Then she got a wheel chair and helped me into it. It didn't take long to get down to the PET lab and get me situated on the little table. It motored into the machine and they started taking their measurements, the table moving in tiny increments as it scanned me.

I looked at myself in the mirror, proud of how well I still looked. It had been a long time since we got married. While it had never been a bed of roses, I was anxious about this particular anniversary. He said we'd gotten boring in bed, that sex wasn't all that much fun with me any more because it had gotten all too predictable. Well, this time that wouldn't be a complaint. I'd spent weeks planning this. When he stepped in the door, he wouldn't be able to miss the trail of rose pedals from the door to the bedroom. I lit the last of the candles around the room and then turned the lights out. Now the candles on the staircase and the bedroom were the only lights in the house.

I looked at myself in the mirror one more time, the flickering light seeming to make my slightly oiled body glisten, my pussy framed by the sheer black stockings and garter belt, my first time shaved pussy slick and glistening. I cupped each breast for a moment, my C cup tits sticking out of the framework type bra, which did nothing to hold them or cover them, but made a nice picture frame for them. I stroked my nipples, making them harden and my pussy to start to tingle. I was nervous. I'd never done anything remotely like this, so I was quite scared.

I stepped to the bed and crawled onto it. I laid back on it, stuck my arms and legs out to test how comfortable I would be, and then adjusted the pillow, knowing that once I finished my preparations I wouldn't be able to. I sat up and reached for the soft white cord I'd spent so much time tying to just the right length, the loop on each one loose for the moment. I slipped one loop over each foot and pulled them snug. Not so tight that it would hurt, but snug enough that I could only move a little. I couldn't pull my legs together, I'd be spread eagle, completely exposed and at his mercy. I took a deep breath and tried to move my legs, satisfied I could move them enough for the moment. I checked my watch again; it wouldn't be long now.

I knew once I put my hands in the loops and pulled, I'd be screwed. I planned on leaving one loose until the last moment, only pulling it tight when I heard him walk up the stairs. So I waited. Nervous. Anxious. Scared even. But determined. If he wanted me to be something more, something different, something unpredictable, I could be that. I loved him enough to try to give him what he wants. I saw this on the computer downstairs. He'd been looking at a video of something like this. Not rough sex, but definitely in control, his *woman* completely at his mercy. If that's what he found interesting, then that's what I could do for him.

I heard the front door open. It was time. I quickly slipped the eye blinders on and lay back. I put my left hand into the loop and snugged it down. It took a little work, but wormed my hand into the right hand loop, ready to pull it tight. I heard his feet on the stairs. It was time. I tugged the loop. I was captured, at his mercy. I couldn't even scratch my own nose.

I heard the intake of breath as he stepped into the room, a short gasp followed by silence. I wondered what he was thinking. Then I heard the sound of his belt. Then cloth sliding in the otherwise silent room. Shoes dropping to the floor followed by pants being pulled off. Then I waited, not at all sure what was happening.

"Oh God," I gasped in surprise as a wet kiss touched my freshly shaved mound. He certainly noticed that. He kissed slowly around my mound, teasing me and then kissing down around my pussy. His lips teased my lips, making me even wetter for him. I felt his fingers, touching, stroking and then separating my inner lips. He spread me apart, exposing my pink depths to his view and then to his tongue as he slowly licked my slit, sliding his tongue up and down my wetness. His tongue found my clit and flicked over it, making me squirm and wiggle under his attentions. "Ohhhhhhh God," I moaned loudly as he teased me, driving me crazy. He could so easily make me climax. All he needed to do was to leave his tongue there for a few more moments, but he pulled away. He must have known how close I was, how badly my body wanted it, but then I guess that's what control is about. His lips and tongue left my pussy. I could feel him moving on the bed, being careful not to touch me until I felt his lips on my right nipple. He teased it and licked it, making me want his cock, making me so damn horny for him that I was about to scream.

"Oh, please fuck me. God I'm so ready. Please fuck me," I moaned loudly. He pulled his face from my tit and I felt nothing, only the bed moving slightly before... before his engorged head found my lips. "Oh yesssssss!" I hissed softly as his cock head spread my pussy lips, pressing to the entrance of my vagina, pressing slowly into me. I could feel my body stretching around him, expanding to accept him while he pushed deeper, my clit sliding along his fat shaft. "Oh fuck yes," I moaned as he started to slide in and out of me. My pussy was on fire, little jolts of electricity racing from my clit as it slid along his hard shaft. God I was going to come so fucking hard!

"OH SHIT!" I squealed loudly as he gently bit my nipple, something he'd never done before. But it didn't matter. The pain was as much pleasure as hurt. My whole body seemed to be on fire as I shuddered and trembled. I could feel my pussy clenching around his fat shaft as he continued to stroke into me. I rolled my hips in time with his strokes, trying to coax him deeper, trying to push my own orgasm even higher.

Then I felt it. The first surge of his cum. I felt it push deep into me, flowing powerfully into me. One, two, three powerful squirts as he held himself as deep in me as he could. I lay there panting, waiting. I could feel the sweat drip off his body onto mine as he held himself inside me, his cock slowly shrinking and softening. I waited for what was next. I didn't know what was next, all I could do was wait. I felt his kiss on my tits, each nipple one kiss, almost like a goodbye kiss. The bed moved and then it was silence.

I waited. I could feel his cum leaking from my pussy while I waited. Slowly time passed. It seemed like hours before I heard anything again, but I was sure it wasn't hours. I heard footsteps on the stairs and then the bedroom door open, the telltale squeak of the hinges giving it away.

"What the fuck?" I heard him swear in surprise. The bed moved and then light, bright light practically blinded me as he ripped off the blinders. "What the fuck are you thinking?" he asked angrily, working to pull the knots on the rope on my right hand loose. He freed it and then leaned over, pulling the knots on the other side.

"It was your anniversary present," I whispered hoarsely, unsure of why he was angry.

"Why the hell would you think I wanted this?" he snapped as he pushed off the bed, leaving my feet tied with my legs spread.

"On the computer downstairs. You were watching videos of this," I said a little defensively, wondering why he was angry at me for doing what I thought he wanted.

"Porn? You thought I was watching porn of this kind of shit?" he asked as he paced the floor near the foot of the bed. "Devon! Devon's been watching porn on my computer! DEVON!" he shouted.

"Why would Devon be here?" I asked in shock, having no idea that our son was even supposed to be home. He was supposed to be at school a thousand miles away.

"He was coming home today. Didn't he tell you?"

"No," I whispered as I reached for the loops around my ankles. "He didn't."

"Well, I'm not surprised. They threw him out of school. It's a damn good thing he isn't home yet. Imagine what he'd think if he saw you like this? His own mother? I really don't know what you were thinking," he said angrily as I slid off the bed and padded to the bathroom, feeling cum leaking down my thighs. Cum from my own son.

"Oh damn." I heard from the woman that was sitting on my dick. I couldn't see her, but I didn't need to. I knew intimately exactly how she looked. Forty-two, C cup tits, dishwater blonde hair everywhere except her shaved mound, a significant amount of inner labia exposed between full round outer lips. Yes, very good looking. I could still feel my cock occasionally twitching inside her as she sat astride me and the narrow bed.

"Well, that didn't work, did it?" Andria said as the bed started to motor out. "I see what you mean about getting physical. That was almost ten minutes instead of the few seconds it used to take. I wonder if that means it's fading or getting stronger?"

"I don't know." I said as they unstrapped my head and allowed me to tilt it to see the woman on my lap. Yes, she was exactly as I expected, except naked. She would look really good in that little black outfit.

"Did you see...I mean... Do you know..." she stammered.

"What happened? Yes," I answered her, looking down at her hands. She followed my gaze and held her hands out, a weak smile reaching her lips for a few seconds.

"It didn't work," she said softly.

"He was an idiot," I said quietly.

She nodded as she climbed from my softening cock. "I know." She stood next to the bed and dressed, while Andria helped me off the bed and then helped steady me as I pulled my pants and shorts up.

"Sorry. I hoped that'd work," she said with a disappointed look.

"Didn't seem to have any effect," I said with a frown. "I think it's time to go home. Call me if you think you have any other great ideas."

"Wait. I don't understand why you're upset," she said curiously. "I mean it didn't work, but that doesn't mean we won't keep trying."

I dropped into the chair and then reached my hand to the woman I'd just had sex with. "I'm sorry," I whispered as I held her hand and squeezed it.

"Me too," she said before leaving the room.

Andria looked at me curiously again.

"I just experienced the most embarrassing event in her entire life. Something I think she hoped she'd gotten past, something she didn't need to or want to remember."

"Sexual?"

"Yeah. And no. I'm not saying more about it. Look. In addition to these being longer, slower, more physical, they also leave behind a significant emotional imprint. I FEEL her embarrassment. I felt her excitement, her hope for what it was, and her disappointment when it all went wrong. I know her single most deepest, darkest secret that she's never told anyone. And I have it burned int my mind now. I haven't just been told it, I lived it with her."

"Oh my God," Andria whispered. "I'm sorry. I didn't think of that. That it would leave behind anything."

"Andria. I can close my eyes and SEE myself looking at myself in the mirror, every inch of my, I mean her, naked body. What she wore, how she felt, how she touched herself and what happened. It's all as if I WAS HER! I remember it as if I WAS HER!"

"Okay. This is... I don't know what to say. I'm sorry. We'll find another way to work on this."

"Okay. Thanks," I said softly as she patted my shoulder.

"Let's get you back home."

We stopped at a Wendy's for lunch, driving through to avoid any issues, and then made the long drive home. Amanda told me that my son Robert and his wife were going to come for dinner. She said I looked tired and sent me off to bed for a nap.

Nan walked out of the house onto the patio, feeling quite sexy in the new little bikini she'd bought. She knew that Rob would love it when he saw it. Too bad that wasn't going to be today. She couldn't stay in the hot tub too long before having to go in and start getting things ready for her best friend Steph and her husband to come over for dinner. She slipped into the swirling hot water and lay back to let it tease and relax her body. She let her hands cup and squeeze her big tits, feeling little tingles race from her nipples through her body. She looked around to see who might be watching. Other than the neighbors, there wasn't anyone that could see, and she doubted any of them were home. Even if they were, what could they see as long as she was in the water? She untied the top of her bikini and pulled it off, laying it on the edge of the tub. She smiled to herself and lay back again, letting her fingers tease her nipples, the sensations slowly turning herself on. She let her fingers slide down her stomach to her thighs and then stroked between them to her wet pussy. "Ohhhh damn," she moaned. Her fingers untied the bikini bottom and tossed it onto the edge of the tub with her top, the pair slipping off to the concrete patio. "I'll get them later," she groaned as she started to stroke her pussy, easing her fingers between her lips to stroke slowly across her clit. She lay there, slowly teasing herself toward her coming climax.

"Well. Hello!" She heard, startling her from her self-induced pleasure.

"Greg! What are you doing here?" Nan asked, quickly crossing her arms over her big tits under the water.

"Well, I was supposed to be here for dinner. I'm just a little early," he answered stepping closer to the tub. "But maybe it's a fortunate coincidence."

"Coincidence?" Nan asked.

"That I'm early, and you're...naked."

"I'm not," she protested.

He grinned and bent to pick up the bikini off the concrete. He held it up and smiled at her. "You sure about that? I mean, if this isn't yours, then I'll just wait here for you to get out and we can head back into the house."

"I don't think that'll work."

"No?"

"Not unless you want to toss me that bikini."

"I don't think I'd prefer to do that. But I might be inclined to join you."

"You don't have a suit."

"Neither do you," he said with a grin. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. His shoes came next and then his slacks. He was standing in only his boxer briefs, his boner incredibly obvious to her. She waited for him to push his underwear off, staring at the bulge. He grinned at her, and pushed his underwear off, freeing his rock hard cock. He stepped into the tub, sitting on the edge so his cock stuck out at her face. He wrapped his hand around his dick and started to stroke it.

"What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.

"Catching up to you. That is what you were doing out here, wasn't it?"

"Maybe," she answered, staring at his cock.

"Wanna join me?" he asked, still stroking his cock slowly.

"Join you?"

"Sure. Stand up."

"Stand up?"

He let go of his dick and stepped to the middle of the tub, his dick sticking out right at her face. He held his hands out for her. She hesitantly moved her hands from across her breasts and reached for his hands. Slowly she stood up, exposing her huge tits to his eyes. "I've always liked how these look in a dress. They look even better this way," he said softly, letting go of her hands. He reached out and gently cupped both soft tits. "They're fantastic," he whispered as he gently cupped them, stroking his thumbs across her nipples. She closed her eyes for a moment and let the sensations flow over her. She felt him let go of one breast and his fingers slide down her firm stomach.

"OH my God," she gasped as he slid his fingers between her legs. She stared at him, but he couldn't quite understand the look. Surprise was certainly there, but also, fear? Excitement? Permission?" She stepped back, and he followed. She lifted herself onto the edge of the tub and sat there, spreading her legs, giving his fingers even more access. He slid them up and down her slit as he leaned his face to her chest, sucking one of her rock hard nipples into his mouth. He teased over and around her hard nipple with his tongue, drawing a long deep moan from her. He wanted her and he knew she did as well.

He stepped out of the tub and helped her swivel around until he could lift her off the edge. He drew her back to one of the two lounge chairs and sat on it. He lay back while drawing her to him. She crawled onto the chair, walking her knees up his body until his cock was below her wet pussy. She spread her knees slightly, lowering her pussy to his cock. He felt her wet lips spread around him as she rocked her hips, grinding her clit into his hard shaft. Back and forth she moved, sliding herself along him, his head disappearing between her lips with each stroke.

"Oh God," she moaned. "I want to feel you inside me."

"Then do it," I answered her.

She grinned at me and lifted herself up. Her fingers lifted my head up and I felt her press it between her lips. She closed her eyes in enjoyment as she lowered herself down my already slickened dick, stretching and filling her as she settled on me. She leaned herself towards me, using one hand to hold herself up and the other to guide one of her big soft tits to my mouth. I sucked her nipple into my mouth as she started to pump her hips up and down, stroking my cock with her wet pussy. Up and down she bounced, moaning and gasping loudly.

"NAN! What the fuck are you doing?" Rob almost shouted as he stood inside the doorway to the room, seeing his wife practically laying on top of his dad, completely naked, one tit pressed to his mouth and her pussy pumping up and down his shaft. He stepped over to her and reached out to grab her arm as Amanda, following behind, reached out to grab him.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Looks to me like she's getting fucked," Steph said from behind him. She stepped next to him and wrapped her arms around him, slowly moving around in front of him, putting herself between him and his wife. "I think it sounds like a really good idea. I wouldn't mind getting fucked," she said.

"You wouldn't?"

"Uh uh," Steph said with a grin, moving her hands to the front of his shirt. She started to undo the button of his shirt as he watched his wife pump her hips up and down Greg's hard cock and saw him suck one of his wife's huge tits. Steph soon had his shirt undone and was pushing it off his shoulders, drawing his attention back to her. The smile never left his face as she continued to undress him, seemingly unconcerned about her husband getting fucked only feet away. He looked at Steph as she pulled the small dress she had on up and off and then quickly discarded her bra and panties. With nothing but her high heels still on, she stepped over to the chair, bending over so she could look down at her husband's face. She twisted to look at him behind her. "So? You gonna fuck my pussy, or wait for your wife to get done and fuck her?"