On my way home from work I need to stop at the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. I must have been a little distracted, because when I stepped out again into the parking lot I didn't remember where I had parked my car--even though I was only in the store for a few minutes. The lot was not a large one, but it looked unfamiliar. Disoriented, I took my key fob out of my pocket and clicked it. A car honked at me and I got into it. At this point I realized I did not know how to get home from this particular spot in the city. My best bet, I thought, would be to use the GPS on my phone. "Take me home," told my digital assistant. I followed the phone's spoken instructions until I came to a house in the suburbs. I pushed a garage door opener in the car and a door opened. I pulled in to the garage, pushed the button again, and entered the house.
At this point I realized I would have to figure out pretty quickly who I was, since nothing had seemed the least bit familiar since that moment of distraction at the drug store. I had never seen this house before, but I had scant memory of any other life either. I didn't know my own name or what year it was. If I had a wife, then I would have to figure out what my relationship to her was. Instead of panicking, I reasoned that if I could act natural for a little while, then the familiarity of my surroundings might make my memory "click" back into place.
The plump but attractive middle-aged woman standing before me greeted me warmly and said "I made you a martini... Where's my kiss?" I leant in for a peck, wanting to play it safe, but she put her hands behind my head and opened her mouth. I kissed her back, and our tongues flickered against each other for a few second. She pulled away abruptly as I heard another woman's voice yelling from behind me. "What the hell? You're making out with my husband again?" So, I guess the first woman was my sister-in-law? My wife looked like she was about 45 years old, my wife's sister, maybe a few years younger. Another woman, of about 65, arrived shortly after. From the physical resemblance, I deduced that she had to be my mother-in-law. All three women were short, about five feet tall, with hair dyed blonde and heavy make-up.
The funny thing was, I didn't think that I was actually married. If you had asked me, I would have said that I lived alone in an apartment, in a different city, and that I was in my late twenties. I tried to retrace my steps in my head before the stop at the pharmacy, but all I could come up with was a generic office building with an attached parking garage. Perhaps if I went back to the drug store and exited the same way I had come in, I could return to my old life--whatever it was. The longer I stayed here with these three women, though, the fainter this image of my former life would become. Did I even drink martinis? After a few sips, I accepted that this was going to be my new reality.
My so-called "wife" was not angry after all. Sipping their drinks, the three women chatted amiably about their plans for "Michael" (that must be me!) for the evening. Apparently, they were in the habit of teasing me, groping my butt when I passed by, stealing kisses, from what I gathered from their banter. At this very moment my mother-in-law, sitting next to me on the couch, was resting her manicured hand on my knee. I wasn't sure yet whether I was fucking the mom and sister, but I hoped to find out soon.
We sat down to dinner: apparently, rare steak with a nice cabernet was my favorite meal. I said very little, not wanting to give myself away, and my wife had a concerned look on her face. After a while, I said "I think my memory problems are coming back. When I went to the pharmacy today, I couldn't find my car, and I had to use the GPS to get home. It is very strange." These words, I thought, would buy me some time and help excuse my silence. I didn't know whether I had had "memory problems" before, but now was a good time to find out. My mother-in-law said she would take me in to my doctor the next day. My wife would call my work in the morning to tell them I would be out sick. Nobody confirmed or denied that I had suffered from any memory loss before.
After two martinis and a couple of glasses of wine, I was feeling a strong buzz. My wife and her family had been drinking too--especially my mother-in-law. While my wife and her sister washed the dishes, I sat with mom on the couch again and she tried to comfort me, stroking my shoulder and face and saying "poor dear." I was at once anxious about my predicament and excited by the attention of these three women. No memories were coming back, but at the same time my aim now was to relieve some of the sexual tension that had built up since that first kiss with my sister-in-law.
My wife came back in the living room before anything else happened with my wife's mom. She turned on the tv and we watched an old movie. We had a blanket over our laps and the older woman discreetly rubbed her hand on my cock, through my pants. I tried not to come, but the event of the evening had been overwhelming, so after about five minutes my cock exploded. I tried not to make any noise show any reaction on my face, but everyone in the room knew exactly what had happened. This was probably not the first time she had done this for me.
