Memories From the Past

This is the first chapter in a new series I plan to write. I'm not sure yet where it is going. I hope you enjoy. Constructive feedback welcome if you think it could benefit from editing.

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Miguel set two plates of salad down on the kitchen workbench. His wife Amy came in from the hallway, her loose shirt rippling gently in the late spring breeze that was blowing through the house. The folding doors to the back of the dining room were open and beyond them, a small dining table for two sat at the edge of the deck, with two places set with cutlery and napkins. Miguel returned to the table, retrieved the cutlery and napkins and brought them back into the kitchen. "Aren't we eating out on the deck?" Amy asked.

"Change of plans." Said Miguel. "Inside is probably better."

"But it's such a nice day. Why not eat out there?" Amy enquired, curious. It was clear Miguel had intended to when he set out the places on the table, but something had changed his mind. Having lunch together when they both worked from home had become part of their routine and when it was nice they ate outside.

"It's, er, perhaps not appropriate." He said.

"Why not?" Said Amy, walking over to check for herself. The weather was fine. It didn't look like it would rain and the breeze was gentle. As she reached the deck she looked out beyond the railing. Her head stopped when she looked out past their own garden to their neighbours property. Beyond the boundary fence on their neighbours lawn, Allie and Thea were sunbathing in small string bikinis.

Allie had just turned 21 and her sister Thea was 19. They had the same mother, Grace, but evidently different fathers as Allie was white with blonde hair like her mother, and Thea had black hair and soft Asian features, inherited from her Vietnamese father, Loc. Both girls were still living at home with Grace and Loc whilst at University. Like many students they seemed to get a lot of free time and today they were using it to work on their tans.

Amy returned to the kitchen with a smirk on her face. "I can see why." She said, before adding. "Although I hope you're being courteous and not just trying to avoid an awkward erection?"

Miguel laughed off Amy's suggestion. "I think it might be odd if they look up and saw us eating our lunch with a front row view."

Amy and Miguel had been married for 15 years. They had a good, strong relationship. Both were in their early 40s with reasonably successful careers. They lived a well off middle class life with their two children, a son Herbie aged 5 and a daughter Olivia, aged 7. The passion hadn't completely dried up in their relationship but, since the endless routine of their children's school, sport, and social lives seemed to have permanently muscled in on the scene, things were often a lot more predictable romantically than they used to be.

Later that night, their own kids safely tucked up asleep, Miguel and Amy were in their own bedroom preparing for the night. Miguel lay on the bed in his loose pyjama shorts and t-shirt. He was half watching a show on TV, half watching his wife get undressed. Amy was an attractive woman who took good care of herself with regular gym and Pilates classes. Amy was talking about a social event they had pencilled in next weekend. Muttering something about asking one of the neighbours to babysit their children.

Amy walked over to the clothes hamper in her bra and thong to drop her clothes in. Miguel's eyes followed her. She stood appraising herself in the full length mirror for a moment, fastening her shoulder length caramel coloured hair up behind her head. Miguel knew her routine - she was going to take off her underwear, then her make-up, and then have a shower. Admiring her both from behind and, thanks to the view afforded by the mirror, the front simultaneously, Miguel felt the telling twitch of arousal in his shorts. "Are you getting in the shower or... did you want to come over here first?" He said, rolling over onto his front and rubbing the top of the bed next to him.

Amy finished tying up her hair and turned to face her husband, eyebrows raised. This wasn't part of his normal foreplay routine. He smiled suggestively and continued rubbing the spot on the bed next to him. She walked over and sat down, acting coquettish, waiting for him to initiate whatever foreplay he had in mind. Miguel was often in charge and called the shots. Soon he was kneeling on the bed behind her, massaging her shoulders and gently kissing her neck and ear. Amy felt the stresses and strains of the day fade away. It had been more than a few days since their last lovemaking and the thought of falling asleep in the warm afterglow of an orgasm was very appealing.

"New perfume?" Asked Miguel, smelling a scent he wasn't used to on Amy.

"Oh yes - I tried this on when I was buying some makeup at the department store earlier. I used to wear this when I was a teenager but I haven't worn it for years. Not really my style any more but I thought it would be fun to relive my youth, if only for one day!" Amy chuckled as Miguel kissed and gently breathed in the unusual aroma.

Miguel recognised the scent from his youth as well, but didn't say anything to Amy. It had been his first girlfriend Kim's perfume too. She would spray it on secret gifts that he would keep hidden from his parents in his room, so he could smell her scent on a shirt or piece of lingerie when he couldn't be with her. Kim and Miguel had dated for a few years in their late teens and early twenties. They were each others first true love. They both thought they would get married, have kids, live together forever. Until things changed. Life got in the way. A long distance relationship didn't work. They each met other people. Miguel was picturing Kim as she was back then. Her long black hair, her Philippina complexion she inherited from her mother. Similar to the neighbour's daughter, Kim had one European parent and one Asian.

With rekindled memories of Kim in his mind, Miguel trailed kisses down Amy's neck, deftly unhooked her bra, and let it sit hanging open for second. His hands slowly slid inside the loosened material to the gentle curves of Amy's breasts, fingertips exploring warm skin inside the fabric as his kisses reached one of the bra straps. He pushed it over Amy's shoulder with his lips causing it to half fall away from her chest. His fingertips delicately traced circles around her areola. Amy's nipple responded to the arousal. Firming and stiffening with each teasing touch.

Miguel moved to the other shoulder and repeated his kisses, pushing the remaining bra strap off. Amy let her bra fall to the floor as Miguel kissed her neck and continued delicately playing with both nipples. He closed his eyes as Amy reached up to hold Miguel's head. Her fingertips massaged through his hair, pulling him closer. He drew in a large breath, smelling more of the perfume.

This wasn't part of their normal foreplay routine, each taking a different position than usual. With his eyes closed Miguel was no longer kissing Amy's neck. Gone was her light, European skin and light hair. Instead it had been replaced by black hair and a darker Asian skin tone. The smell of Kim had rekindled memories of his own youth. Suddenly it was Kim he was sitting behind. It was Kim's neck her was kissing, reliving the lesson she taught him about her sensitive erogenous zones on her neck and shoulders. The years had rolled away and in his mind. He was right back there in the moment. He stopped kissing Amy abruptly and opened his eyes, almost panicked with a sense of guilt. He hadn't thought of Kim for years.

Before Miguel could continue, with confusing memories and feelings swirling around his brain, Amy seized the opportunity the pause presented. She stood and turned, now tugging Miguel's shirt over his head. Once off, she pushed her breasts into his face, allowing him to lap gently at her firm nipples with his tongue, unaware his face was now pushed directly where she had sprayed the perfume earlier that day.

Amy moaned softly as Miguel's tongue flicked across her nipples, sending little electric tingles through her body. The buzz was immediately followed by a telling warm, wetness inside her, preparing her for what would hopefully follow.

Sure that Miguel would be hard inside his shorts, Amy pushed him back on the bed. She tugged his shorts off and saw he was indeed hard. Now it was her turn to use her mouth, trailing kisses up Miguel's thigh. She purposefully avoided contacting his throbbing cock with her lips, letting her breath tease and excite him further. The sight of it hard and ready to fill her turned her on and she could feel her excitement turning into a dampness in her thong. She peeled it off and discarded it.

Normally she would have gone straight to Miguel's cock to take him in her mouth, but she decided to continue with some different foreplay techniques. Straddling Miguel's chest, she pushed his arms above his head, allowing him to kiss at her breasts as they passed over him. She worked her way back down Miguel's body and lowered her pussy to his throbbing cock that waited below her. As her wet lips made contact with his thick shaft, Miguel groaned in anticipation. Working her hips back and forward Amy coated his shaft in her nectar, then pushed down to grind her clit on the sensitive tip of his cock. Miguel's hands reached down to hold Amy's body, massaging her breasts as she rocked back and forth.

Something inside Amy felt different. She wanted to dictate the pace. Shaking her head to tell him no, Amy took Miguel's hands off her and pushed them above his head once more. Miguel got the hint and left his hands above his head. He was enjoying this different, slightly more dominant side to Amy. "Maybe we should explore some new things?" Amy suggested. "Maybe I should be in control tonight?"

Miguel nodded eagerly. He was hard and excited, with his wife rubbing herself over him, wet and slippery. He was happy to agree to anything that continued this game. "Stay there." Amy instructed Miguel, before she dismounted him. She quickly went to a drawer and got a couple of silk scarves, then returned to the bed. She wrapped one around Miguel's eyes as a blindfold, and with the other she tied his hands above his head.

Amy surveyed the scene before her, an excited spark burning brightly inside. Returning to straddle Miguel she allowed her pussy to resume its position on top of Miguel's cock. Feeling it twitch and desperate to enter her, she continued to tease him by nibbling his nipples. In the darkness of his mind, Miguel's imagination pictured not Amy, but Kim. She had been the first one to ever tease him that way. She had been the first one to find that he loved having his nipples aroused. Tweaked slightly. Nibbled and gently bitten. She had learned that it drove him wild. Amy had found out too, long ago, and had seemingly forgotten for years before rediscovering it that night.

Changing position, turning around, Amy straddled Miguel to face the other way. Her wet pussy now inches from Miguel's blindfolded face as she allowed her mouth and tongue to finally caress his aching cock. Her fingernail teased it's way down his shaft. Her fingertips gently stroked his balls. Gently tickled his thighs. Miguel could smell the sweet wetness of an excited pussy. Amy's lips had been parted from rubbing up and down his shaft. He couldn't see it but her pussy lips were spread, glistening wet in front of him.

Miguel stuck out his tongue, hoping to lick what he could smell and knew to be there, but couldn't find it. His eyes closed behind the blindfold as his cock was expertly teased. His mind was awash with scenes of various sexual encounters. Some from the past, some imagined. One minute a memory from the past of Kim, 69ing him in her bedroom while her parents were out. The next minute he imagined Amy deep throating him with his hands tied behind his back. The next minute he remembered Kim riding him in the woods. Then he pictured Amy fastening him to the bed with cuffs, clad in leather and studs. The new thoughts of this darker side to Amy had Miguel excited. At the same time he was cherishing those memories of his first love and sexual awakening.

Amy gently lifted Miguel's cock up from the base. She gently blew across the tip, watching clear droplets of pre-cum fall away from the tip of his cock, leaving a fine taught thread behind. "You want me to suck you?" She huskily asked her blindfolded husband.

"Yes!" Miguel gasped.

"What else do you want?" Amy asked, enjoying her new position of power.

"I want to taste you!" Miguel pleaded.

Amy moaned gently, pushing herself down and back. Simultaneously she presented her dripping wet pussy to Miguel's mouth, and delicately took his cock between her parted lips.

Miguel tasted Amy, his tongue desperately searching through her folds for her clit and then back to find her opening. Amy felt Miguel throbbing in her lips and against her tongue as she slowly lowered her mouth down his shaft. More memories and fantasies intertwined in Miguel's mind. Amy standing in heels and leather, making him taste her pussy while he kneeled on the floor in front of strangers. Kim sunbathing in a string bikini on a beach, flashing him her nipples when nobody was watching, then making love at a secluded cave.

As Amy took Miguel as deep in her throat as she could, she played with his balls. Miguel's tongue was flicking back and forth over Amy's clit. She needed to be filled with him. Withdrawing her mouth from Miguel's cock, Amy repositioned herself to face him. She kept his blindfold on, enjoying the excitement this was clearly bringing to her husband. Little did she know what was playing through his mind.

Amy slipped Miguel's hard length into her pussy, allowing him to fully enter her. As she rocked her hips one hand grasped one of her breasts, squeezing and pinching a nipple, while the other rubbed her clit. In Miguel's mind he pictured Amy riding him in a mask, while he was tied to a bed. Again people were watching. One of them was Kim. Then Kim was riding him, and Amy was watching. Amy was being touched by other women in black latex and leather. The other women were Allie and Thea, the neighbours daughters.

What was this new fantasy that had unlocked in Miguel's mind? Oblivious Amy continued to work her hips, grinding down on Miguel's cock while she rubbed her swollen clit. She was close to orgasm and started to gasp, urging the pleasure on.

Miguel panted, feeling Kim's pussy start to tighten. In his mind he was lost in this new fantasy. Amy. Kim. Thea. Now Thea was riding him, while Amy and Kim kissed. Now Amy and Kim were kissing Thea's breasts as Thea rode him. With one hand Kim was rubbing Thea's clit, the other pulling her hair behind her. Amy held Thea's arms behind her back with one hand, and had the other on Thea's throat, controlling her movement and slightly choking her. Amy put her head next to Thea's ear and snarled. "Come. Now. Come all over his cock."

Unable to hold back any longer, Miguel moaned loudly as his cock throbbed and he released his virulent squirts of thick white fluid deep inside Amy. Feeling his orgasm, Amy was tipped over the edge and started to come as well. As her body spasmed in ecstasy, Amy slumped forward, feeling her husband still throbbing deep inside her. Panting she pulled off his blindfold. Miguel blinked in the light, unsure what had just happened, or what had been awakened.