Amnesia - Virgin Again

"I'll be happy to answer any questions..."

I turned toward the voice, but saw no one in the room with me. There! By the asteroid display, a shadow, a person, a face.

"Eric...?"

The image was gone just as suddenly as it had appeared. It likely was never there to begin with, my imagination that's all. I want to remember so badly that my mind is seeing things that aren't there. I lingered at the museum for a little while longer before leaving for my next destination.

The experience at the museum failed to repeat itself anywhere else. I returned home at the end of the day near 6 o'clock, frustrated and depressed. Eric wasn't home yet.

I sat on my bed and opened up the photo album with our wedding and honeymoon photos. I've opened this book up countless times over the weeks since I've been home, hoping that some small memory would find its way back to me, to no avail.

But today... finally being able to actively hunt for my memories, my past; the thing that happened at the museum, if it was some small fragment of a memory maybe the album would pull something out now if the rocks were loose. I flip through page after page after page, each one revealing nothing, just like all the other times before. Tears began falling down my face as I went through the pictures again, more frantically this time.

"Anna? Anna what's wrong?" Eric came in without my notice. I was crying hysterically at this point, the photo album still open in my lap. He wrapped me in his strong arms.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry! I'm trying, I swear, but I can't! I'm so sorry." I cried uncontrollably into his shoulder.

"What? What are you talking about? Anna, honey, what are you sorry for?"

"I can't remember! I want to, but I can't, I'm sorry!"

"Shhhhhh..."

Eric consoled me for who knows how long as I continued crying in his arms and telling him about today's unfruitful attempt to regain my memory. I must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing I remember is waking up the next morning tucked into bed.

The photo album was still left open on the nightstand to my right; pictures of our honeymoon stared back up at me. I held my gaze at the picture on the center right for a few moments, and then I knew what I needed to do.

- - - - -

Sweat is running down my neck and between my breasts as we reached the half way mark of our run. Both my sister, Sarah, and best friend, Jenna, have joined me in my near daily morning runs in the local park since I asked them to help me get back into shape those five months ago.

"Do you mind if I ask you guys some... personal questions?" I ask the girls as we run into a gazebo to sit down and get under some shade.

"Of course, you know you can always ask us anything." says Sara.

"What do you want to know?" Jenna asks.

"Well, I was wondering, if maybe, I ever talked to you guys about my sex life with Eric?" I blushed.

They both gave each other a coy look before turning back to me, and Sara responded, "You could say that."

"You were quite eager when it came to giving us details about your husband, young lady."

They both broke out in laughter upon seeing my reaction, as my face turned red and buried my face in my hands.

"So does this mean your finally ready to have sex with that dear sweet husband of yours?" asked Jenna.

"I sure hope so. It will be a relief not to see him walking around with that giant boner of his every time the two of you are together. Its just too tempting."

They exploded in another bout of laughter at that comment. I blushed some more and plowed on ahead with my questions.

"Actually, yes, it does. It's been nearly six months since I was released from the hospital, and Eric's planning a special night for it. Its just... well I don't remember what its like. Sex, I mean. And I guess I'm a little worried about it. I want to and everything, its just I don't want to ruin it by not knowing what he likes me to do and stuff. I want to be able to give him his wife back, and I was wondering; did I ever happen to tell you what he liked? Wanted me to do? Did I like it?"

"Anna, sweetie," Sara began, "You can't give him back his wife just by doing the things he likes in bed. And its alright to be nervous, I suppose this would be like your first time together since you don't remember what its like. The best thing for you to do is to just be who you are right now. Don't worry about being the woman you were before the accident, the wife you were. I agree that its weird, but trying to be that woman right now will just get in the way of enjoying your time together with Eric. If and when you get your memories back, then you can be that woman again. But right now you just have to be this new person that you are. I miss my sister, the sister that you were before, but I can still enjoy, do enjoy, getting to know this new sister that I have now and spending time with her. It's the same thing with you and Eric."

Sara took my hands in hers as I thought about everything she said to me. I had to agree that it did sound like the best advice I could have gotten. I shouldn't preoccupy myself with being someone I don't recall, it will just ruin the new experiences that Eric and I will have together.

"And by the way, you didn't like sex," Jenna commented suddenly, "You LOVED it!"

"JENNA!" Sara slapped her on the arm as Jenna placed her hands a little ways from each other in the air and waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh come on Sara, the poor thing should know what she's in for. If she doesn't remember what sex is like then she doesn't even know how big her husband is."

"That's not funny guys, stop laughing, besides how do you know how big he is? Did I tell you? He couldn't be that big anyways."

"Showed us, actually."

"Let us sample him a few times you mean."

"I think Jenna left off an inch to be honest."

They were both giggling like schoolgirls as I looked at them both in astonishment, not believing that I had actually let my husband have sex with these two other women; Jenna now making a lewd gesture using her tongue inside her cheek moving in sync with her hand motion in front of her open mouth.

They were attractive to be sure, Sara with the same auburn hair and green eyes that we got from our mother, though her breasts were slightly smaller, they still filled out her shorter 5' 2" frame nicely; and Jenna with her blond curls and brown eyes, on even height with me at 5' 6" and a larger D cup bust. The rest of their bodies were firm and fit with all the exercise sessions they've been doing with me, though they had the added benefit of not having lost any muscle tone from months of lying in bed.

I had pressed them both about this extra marital bedroom activity and was surprised to learn that I apparently enjoyed having my sister and best friend in bed with me and my husband every now and again. I assumed I must have had a fairly kinky sex life, judging by what I had for bedroom attire, but this was simply too much. We sat talking about my forgotten sex life for another half hour before we got up to finish our run for the day and headed home.

That evening, before Eric got home, I contemplated about everything Sara and Jenna had told me. The thing that occupied my thoughts the most though was the length that Jenna had set her hands apart, alluding to my husband's size. I didn't admit anything to the girls about it, but over the past couple of months I've been having these dreams of me lying naked in bed with Eric hovering over me, also naked. I could never really see anything in the dream other than his face, but I could sense the presence of something between my legs as he positioned himself over me. I don't know how or why but I knew that something was big, thick even, and I could sense my anticipation in having it near my nether region. Somehow, somewhere in my subconscious, my body still remembered Eric, remembered his cock and the things that he could do to me with it.

I thought it all just part of the dream when they first started. My bodies natural desires to be taken and ravished by a man, only amplified due to not having had sex in so long. Every night I dreamt about Eric making love to me, I could feel it touching my lips, waiting to pump deep inside of me. But every time I felt him thrust, just as his head parted my gates, I would wake up with sticky thighs and the sweet scent of my sex filling my nostrils. I had taken up my old habit of wearing nothing to bed just to save myself the trouble of needing to switch panties in the morning. After today though, I now knew that the dreams weren't amplifying anything about what my husband has been keeping in his pants.

I stepped out of the shower and looked at my wet, naked form in the mirror after having wiped away the fog. The bruises had healed, a few did indeed leave some scars, though none too terrible, and my stomach had taken on a more flat and muscular tone to it than when I first arrived back home.

I grabbed my razor and some shaving gel and began to shave away the dark bush that had since grown out fully between my legs. I was going to wait a few more weeks for the celebratory dinner night for this, but I decided that I wasn't going to spend one more night dreaming about my husband. I wanted the real thing. Our honeymoon pictures suggested I liked being bare down there, and I liked how I looked with a bare mound. Besides I wanted to give Eric at least some familiarity with my body for tonight.

I sat nervously, in my robe, for the next two hours waiting for Eric to come home from work, worrying and wondering how tonight would play out. Would it be too weird for him to make love to me without my memories? Could he accept me as this "different person" to be his lover? If I never get my memories back, could we still live a life together as husband and wife?

Just when I think the butterflies in my stomach can't get any worse, Eric finally walked through the door in his gym clothes. I rush over to greet him, wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him a big welcome home kiss.

"Welcome home, honey."

"Good to be home, especially if that's the greeting I get." he kissed me again, his hand moving down to cup my bottom. I encourage his touch by tightening my hold on him with my arms.

"Go to the gym after work again?" I ask when the kiss is ended.

"Yeah, got to keep up with you after all. Let me hop in the shower real quick so I won't smell during dinner."

I watch him exit toward the bedroom and as soon as he closes the bathroom door, I run to the bedroom taking off my robe and pull back the covers on the bed. I take one last look at myself in the mirror, wearing the sheer, white lace bra and thong I wore in the picture from our honeymoon. I climb into bed as I hear Eric turn the water off and wait for him to open the door.

"Oh, wow..." he stammers, as he walks out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, his skin still glistening with water from the shower steam. His eyes roam over my nearly nude form, positioned seductively on the bed.

Slowly, I get up, walk over to him, my eyes never leaving his, wrap my arms around his torso and press my body to his as tightly as I can. "Make love to me." I whisper, and gently kiss his lips.

"Are you sure? That you're ready for this, I mean?" He asks as he cups my face in his right hand, his left hovering just over my bottom, caressing it.

"Please." I beg, and I begin to tug away at the towel. "I need you."

I see the hunger in his eyes turns to pure lust before he pulls me in for a kiss, a kiss I've yet to experience since waking up in the hospital. His towel falls to the ground and for the first time I feel his cock as he pulls me harder into him. I can feel its heat burning into my stomach, its hard, unyielding rigidness, sticky precum oozing out of the tip and smearing across my skin. Eric unclasps my bra and I shiver when I feel my bare nipples slide across his chest, causing me to dampen my thong further as my pussy fully flowers under my increased arousal. I whimper into Eric's mouth as he picks me up and moves me back onto the bed.

"Oh my god..." I gasp as I finally see it for the first time. Its huge! Bigger than I could have thought possible. Surely it couldn't fit. It was too thick. No, it will fit. It has before. I know it.

I cry out when Eric captures my right breast in his mouth, suckling like a hungry babe with his tongue lapping wildly at my nipple, adding little love bites to the mix of sensations. I place my hands on the back of his head and pull him closer to my breast, urging him to take more as he pulls down my thong and inserts a finger into my moist depths. I reach between our bodies and grasp his turgid member, guiding him between my legs.

"Please Eric. I need it, I need you. Hurry!"

"Are you ready?" he asks when he positions himself between my legs. I feel the head of his cock stretching my pussy lips, readying itself to ram deep inside of me.

I nod. Then I scream.

"YYYEEEEAAAAASSSSS!!"

Just one strong, slow, blissful thrust is all it took. Full, I've never felt so full, never knew I could. Eric simply held himself inside of me, letting me get used to the feel of him, insuring I was ok, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as he nibbled and kissed my neck. Slowly he began to withdraw from my drenched center.

"NO! Leave it!" I protest, unable to bear the emptiness it left behind. I'm soon crying out in ecstasy again as he plunges himself back inside of me. I place my feet flat on the bed to give myself better leverage and thrust my hips up to meet his downward strokes, so eager I am to be impaled by his spear, only to have him nail me firmly back onto the mattress. So good.

Deep down, I know this is what I've been missing these past months. My body knew how to react to his without my thought, this is what it has been wanting, needing, craving. My body became an entity of its own, scratching, kicking, moaning screaming, all while my mind is left to do nothing but enjoy the ecstasy of our lovemaking.

I may never get my memories back, I may never again be the woman that I was, the wife that I was. But I'll do whatever it takes to be as good as that woman was. I want to continue being Eric's wife; I'll marry him all over again if he wishes it. I want his babies growing inside of me. I don't care what it takes; I want this man in my life forever, inside of me, in his arms, loving me every night.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAA!!"

My orgasm hit. My first that I can remember. Eric came soon after. The second I felt his searing, hot semen flooding inside of me it sent me into another orgasm more intense than the first, and it all came rushing back in a blinding flash of light.

All at once I was in the museum when we first met, Eric asking me out to dinner, our first date, first kiss, first time, when he proposed, our wedding, anniversaries, birthdays, vacations, Christmases, Valentines, even the moments just before the crash.

I must have blacked out for a little bit, because when I came back to Earth my throat was sore from screaming, tears were running down my eyes and Eric had a worried expression on his face asking me, "Are you alright? Anna, what's wrong dear heart?"

"Nothing," I smiled; then grabbing his head in my hands I kissed him all over his face, while breaking down crying and saying, "Nothing is wrong anymore. I'm back, I remember. You brought me back; your love brought me back. Oh, I love you, I love you, I love you. I remember, I remember."

"You remember?!"

I nod still crying.

"Your remember!" He kissed me, muffling my sobs. "I missed you."

We kissed, we embraced, we cried. Our tongues dueled each other for passage into the others mouth and I squeezed my overstuffed pussy around his still hard member as his arms pulled me tighter into his body, my breasts pressing against his chest and I let my mind relax and just enjoy the again familiar sensation of him possessing my body.

I cry out as he suddenly flips me over onto my stomach and positions my ass into the air. His hands grip my hips tightly and I feel his heavy, moist shaft press firmly between my cheeks as he bends over and whispers in my ear, "Again?"

"Oh god, fuck yes, please!" His cock slid slowly down my backside until I felt my nether lips kissing the base of his shaft on its way to where it belonged.

"Yesyesyesyesyes...YYEEAASSSSS!!"

We were in for a long night of celebrating the return of my memories.