My eyes stirred. Feeling the soreness in my muscles, I begin to stretch out, but am immediately taken aback by the strange yet familiar surroundings. Glancing around, I see my old bedroom. Before I can process things, I notice a very pleasurable feeling coming from below the covers.
I pull them up and notice my wife Hannah, orally loving on my morning wood. The feelings are so strange yet familiar.
After she glances up, with my achingly hard cock in her mouth, she smiles and pucks up the pace. I throw my head back and grasp at the pillows and sheets. I've always been sensitive in the morning and she knew this. Deep down I know something isn't right, but it feels so good and natural and... familiar, that i just lay there and give myself over to the feelings.
After a few minutes of her alternating between slow and deep, and quick and shallow, I begin to show signs of my imminent climax. She's always been able to read me like a book when it came to the bedroom, so she smiles and completely stops. She scoots up, ever so slowly and sensually. Kissing up my body and rubbing her very wet slit up my leg, dragging the moist opening up my leg. Oh so slowly.
She is up to the level of my face and starts kissing me. It's a kiss that i knew from 20+ years of kissing. It was so familiar, and so erotic. She rolls her hips, ever so slightly and i feel myself begin to push smoothly into her warm velvet channel. Once i enter her, she lowers herself down my shaft, inch by excruciating inch. Once I have entered all the way she gasps in that cute way she does and kisses me again.
She begins to raise and lower, ever so slowly. The early morning, slow love making was something we did in the morning. Our daughter was NOT a morning person, so this was our time and we made the most of it.
After a few slow languid movements on her part, she began to speed up. Faster she went until I heard myself slapping into her soaking wet opening. I felt the familiar stirring in my balls and grabbed her ass to hold her.
As soon as I feel my cock start to tense then eject my seed, I feel her tense up and give quiet moans.
Once we wer done she looks at me and says, clear as day "your friend is so much better than you are"
I blink a few times and stare at her. a tear begins to fall down my eye when she stands up. she proceeds to walk to the door and opens it. My best friend, the best man at our wedding is standing there. She looks at me and laughs. She leans over and kisses him, with my cum still running down her leg.
She looks right at him and says "That loser will never do anything about us. Lets go." and walks out the door.
I try to get up but realize I can't. Im stuck. I begin to thrash about and am about to scream., when my eyes suddenly open. I look around at the white, clinical walls and notice the cuffs on my wrists.
A dream. Dreamed about the last time we were together, but the memory was tainted. I give a few experimental tugs at the cuffs, but no surprise, they don't give. I have just enough slack to scratch an itch in my nose. I call out, not knowing what is going on.
A short buxom nurse walk in, and checks a few beeping machines, and makes notes on a clipboard. I ask for some water and she gives a cute smile and nods. She walk out and comes back shortly with a styrofoam cup with a straw in it for me to drink. She holds it up and I take a few swallows.
I try to ask questions, but she says the doctor will be in shortly, and proceeds to leave. I thank her as she walks out and gives me a half smile, nods back, and walks out.
I try to get as comfortable as i can with straps and cuffs tied to my wrist, but its an exercise in futility, so I give up and just stare at the ceiling. In that situation, with no TV, no one to talk to, and, just nothing at all to do, all there is to do is think.
What happened? Why am I here? Where is everyone. After what feels like hours but in all actuality was about 30 minutes a tall doctor walked in and pulled up a chair.
Trying to be a smart ass, I look at him and joke "Give it to me straight doc, how long do I have to live?" The look he gave me was somewhere between mild humor and completely inappropriate. "Well Mr. Aiden, that really all depends on you. I mean you did attempt to take your own life, so the question should be how long are you going to let yourself live for?"
I was gobsmacked. I didn't recall any of this, but as his words settled in, I began to recall. It was a slow trickle, but eventually the floodgates opened and it all came pouring back. The betrayal, her passing, the detectives phone call about my daughter, the rage, and then what I did before my memories just stopped.
I began to cry. What was I thinking? Why did I feel that way. Did I really give up?
The doctor continued, "you are in a VA hospital for a mental evaluation. You attempted to take your own life, but thanks to your brother, you failed, although, the force he took you down with was enough to give you a pretty nasty concussion. We have a great psychiatrist on staff who will visit you shortly. once they give the all clear, we can take those off of your wrists, but until then, I'm sorry that you have to keep wearing them."
"Understood" is all i was able to say. After a few more moments I asked when I could see my family. "I have a daughter to apologize to and a brother to thank for saving my life." i said.
It's all up to the Psych doctor to make that call, but if he gives the ok, then they can come this afternoon. His call though.
With that he left the room and, surprisingly the Dr came in a few moments later. He was a short, slightly overweight guy with glasses that were thicker than a tv screen, but had very kind eyes. Reminded me of my grandpa in a lot of ways, which made me smile.
He noticed the smile and rolled his eyes. "Let me guess...i remind you of your dad or grandpa or something like that."
I couldn't help it. I laughed. It was a deep belly laugh that, surprised me at how good it felt.
He pulled up a chair and we started talking. It was super easy to talk to him. I wasn't sure if it was because of his training, or that he reminded me of my grandpa but the words just flowed. I told him everything, from Grans death, to wife's death, to discovery of her betrayal, to the news I got from the inspector. I opened up about everything. It all came out like a cluster. I was all over the place, but he kept me talking and was recording the whole thing. When I thought I was done, he would ask more questions that got me going again. With every word, with every tear, with every ugly sniffle, my heart, which was filled with so much pain started to feel lighter. It was like a balloon that had a small hole in the side, slowly deflating.
After about 2 hours, he made a quick note and told me they would put me on a pretty aggressive anti depression medication, and I would have an appointment to see him 3 times a week. The bindings could be removed and he would allow short visits. I would stay here for 3 months minimum, but would be allowed a little freedom.
