Dear Readers,
This is the third installment of the series. The story is on a slow burn, so I hope you'll buckle in and take this ride with me. Oh, and this isn't a stand alone, so peek at the first chapters please. As always, comments are appreciated. Enjoy!
~M
The ringing of the phone weaved its way into the dream I was having involving me waking Jarred up with a sloppy blowjob. I groaned twofold or maybe threefold. I didn't want the dream to end, but then I'd been having similar dreams like these for weeks and I was exhausted from the strain of them. I also didn't want to speak to anyone right after waking up.
"Hello", I grouched into the phone, wincing at how husky my voice was, still laced with desire from the dream.
"Hey, buddy, how's the noggin going? How are you feeling?" said Jarred in that silky smooth voice of his. He sounded completely alert which made me even craggier.
I immediately felt the pull in my semi-hard organ, and then felt guilty. I was married for fuck's sake! I wished I could tell my subconscious that. It didn't seem to give a fuck how my life was in reality.
In the seconds that it took me to get my head cleared, I groaned long and hard, throwing my arm over my eyes as if the act could shut out the images.
"It's too early", I groused.
Jarred only chuckled, "I know I'm two hours ahead of you, but it's still ten a.m. your time." I popped an eye open and looked at the clock. Sure enough it was just after ten in the morning. God, I was becoming such a slob.
"What do you want?" He was still laughing. He couldn't have known that he was sending shivers down my body which seemed to race to and end at my cock.
"I have a proposition for you", he said. I had to bite my hand to stop my groan. It was just too fucking early for this. Part of my mind was aware that he couldn't have meant it the way that I took it. However my sleep-induced brain that was still in the dream somewhat, took it however the hell it wanted.
I searched frantically for something neutral to say, hoping that my voice didn't belie my feelings. "Go on", I said.
He still seemed really amused when he began speaking. "Well, I'm taking some time off and wondered if you wanted to get away. You've never visited and this might be a good time, before you decide to go back to work."
'YES', my body screamed. The feeling was immediate and a bit shocking.
"Uh sure, let me know when, and I'll get with Viv so we can make the arrangements." The thought of my wife was like a bucket of ice water being thrown on me. The guilt that I felt was astronomical. Jarred and I spoke for a few more minutes, ending the call with me laughing my head off. I loved that he had the balls to make fun of my amnesia. Most people danced around it like it was a big fucking taboo subject.
I got up trying to shake the grogginess that I still felt off. I knew that I had to talk to Viv, and I mean really talk. It didn't matter that I didn't remember my past; my future just didn't include a wife. I'd been playing this waiting game, hoping that my memory would return in time for me to figure this out. It hadn't and it was unfair to Viv to play this waiting game. I'd been out of the hospital for six months and was still sleeping in the downstairs bedroom. She knew something was wrong but I'd been a big fat chicken. She was walking around waiting for the shoe to drop. I'm surprised that she didn't corner me and demand an explanation.
I'd just showered and eaten some cereal when I saw her come into the kitchen. I was so glad that I didn't have any food in my mouth. I think that I would have needed the Heimlich maneuver. My eyes bugged out at her attire, or rather lack of it.
She had on some white teddy that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The bra portion was sheer, showing her rosy pink nipples. The bottom portion of the teddy was lace and opened to flare out at her hips. She was wearing a thong made out of the same material as the bra portion of the teddy.
Like a flash I saw our wedding night. She'd worn the same thing and I couldn't get enough of her that night. I was so happy feeling like she'd cured me. That brought me back to reality. That's what it was. I felt like yelling 'EUREKA'. The images and feelings came rolling through me like a tidal wave making me feel a bit nauseous.
I'd felt different my whole life, not really believing that I'd find a woman that I could really love. I'd never felt more than a passing attraction for any one woman. I wanted to find that burning desire to get laid. My high school locker room and my college dormitory was filled with guys that were for lack of a better term, 'pussy-hounds'. I thought that something was wrong with me. I thought that I was a bit asexual. I would look at pictures of women fully dressed and in varying stages of nudity. I never did more than slightly plump.
I completely hid my awkwardness, burying myself in my studies or later in my career. Viv had been the first woman that I was truly interested in. However, my attraction started off as benignly as possible. It was a gradual attraction that grew until I felt that I'd found my savior. I remembered telling her numerous times that she'd saved me a lifetime of loneliness.
"I remember!" I shouted. "Go! Go! Put something else on that you've worn before!" I ran to her, too happy for words, and spun her around as I kissed her soundly on the cheek. "Thank you, thank you, and thank you!!" I was still spinning her around and completely missed the shocked and hurt look on her face. She ran away and I was so excited.
