Amnesia

by Mary Suzanne

  “Let’s get a move-on,” one of the men said, and tapped the partially open partition.

  The driver nodded his head and started the car. Before long the car merged with traffic on a busy thoroughfare. He tried to see out the window, but the dark coating only gave him a dim view of the scenery they passed.

  Within a half hour, the car was pulling to the back of a huge building and a parking lot. After stopping, the men opened the door and helped him out into the early morning dawn. He wasn’t familiar with anything in the area and felt his head beginning to throb.

  They guided him toward a door to the building. Once they entered, they headed for an elevator and whisked up to the tenth floor.

  As the elevator doors slid open, Riley could smell antiseptic. It was the strong aroma of a hospital. They led him through a long hallway and another door opened. There was a hospital bed inside the room and medical equipment.

  “Now that we’re safely away from the shelter, we can explain why we had to kidnap you,” the man with the light-colored hair said and smiled at him. “I’m Pete Cafton, your partner. I thought I saw a little bit of recognition fill your eyes back at the shelter, but it disappeared quickly. This is John Madison, the man that helped me make the daring rescue.”

  “What are we partners in?” Riley asked, still nothing coming to him about the other man.

  “We work for the government as undercover agents in the terrorist unit,” Pete told him. “In other words, we’re spies trying to catch the bad guys.” A smile lit his eyes and a laugh filled the room. “This was the reason we had to get you out of the shelter before someone else found you.”

  “How did I get to the shelter in the first place?

  “We were on a stakeout and one of the guys ran past you. You gave chase and I lost sight of you. I was busy apprehending the other guy and couldn’t keep up with the two of you. When I came back, I couldn’t find you.”

  “I wondered how I got this knot on my head,” Riley said, reaching up to touch the sore spot still covered with a bandage.

  “We figured you must have wrestled the gun away from the perp you were chasing and he hit you with something to get away,” Pete told him. “We found the gun in the alley not far from where you started the chase.”

  He felt his head swimming trying to take in all the information. Never in his life would he have thought he had such a clandestine occupation. He decided it was time to ask Pete if he had a family.

  “Am I married?” he asked, holding his breath and waiting for his partner’s answer.

  “Yes, but you don’t have any kids yet,” he said, just as his cell phone began ringing. “Hold on, I have to take this.”

  He couldn’t believe he was married. Hadn’t he fucked the brains out of the blonde at the shelter? Visions of her wet pussy filled his mind and the thought of how he had rammed his cock into her until she came with such force that she almost landed them both in the floor. He wondered if his wife would ever find out that he had taken another woman and enjoyed every moment of it. If the blonde were here right now, he would fuck her again and worry about the consequences later. After all, he didn’t even remember a wife, what she looked like, who she was, or her name.

  He could feel a dull ache filling his heart realizing that he would never see the pretty blonde again. That woman had sizzled in bed and somehow he knew he’d never find another partner as hot. His only thought was that he hoped he could hide the fact from his wife that he was lusting after another woman.

  “Sorry that I have to leave, but I got an urgent call just now,” Pete told him. “The doctor will be in to see you in a little while.”

  When he was alone again, he reached across and pulled the small table with wheels closer to the bed. He lifted the lid of the tray and found what he was looking for. There was a small mirror nestled on the bottom of the lid. He wanted to find out what he looked like and thought that this may jog his memory.

  When he glanced in the mirror, he didn’t recognize the face staring back at him. He had a straight nose, a strong chin with just a hint of a cleft in it and black hair that almost reached to his shoulders. His eyes were an emerald green in color. He put the small mirror down. From what he could tell about his build, he was muscular and fit, with a set of wide shoulders. So much for remembering who he was, he thought dismally.

  A man in a white coat walked into the room. “I’m Dr. Seka,” he introduced himself, extending his hand toward him. “It looks as if you’ve had a rough few days.”

  “To tell the truth, I don’t remember much about what happened,” he answered. “In fact, I don’t remember anything about my past.” Only about fucking the most desirable woman on the planet, Riley thought silently. There was no way he could say this to the good doctor. Everything he had done had to remain his secret.

  We’re going to try to fix your loss of memory,” the doctor said. “We have a new serum that puts a patient in a light coma and usually when they awaken, all their thought process is restored. I’ve seen it work with a number of my patients. Are you willing to give it a try?”

  “I’ll do anything to lift this fog,” Riley said. “When do you want to start with the medication?”

  “I’ll be back early tomorrow morning to start your treatment,” the doctor told him as he walked to the door.

  He felt relieved. Only a few more days and he would know everything there was to know about who he was and how he had come to become a spy with a dangerous job. He couldn’t wait to find out about his personal life, but a nagging thought lay to the back of his mind. Johanna wouldn’t be a part of his life if the serum worked. He was going to have to stop thinking about this mysterious woman and what their brief tryst had meant to him, and get on with his life.

  That was going to take some doing. All that day he visualized Johanna’s pink cunt, and his dick shooting up in answer. The ache filled his balls, causing him to long for just one more time with the long-legged beauty he had found at the shelter.

  * * * *

  The doctor arrived the next morning and began injecting the serum.

  It didn’t take Riley long to fall into a deep sleep. When he awoke, he felt something cool against his forehead. He slowly lifted his eyes and blinked several times adjusting them to the bright room. As he glanced around, he was shocked to realize his memory was slowly returning.

  He could remember how he came to be in this room and bits and pieces of his job kept filtering through his thoughts. He remembered his partner. They had been partners for five years since going to the training academy together.

  He turned his head to look at the owner of the cool hand on his forehead. It was his wife. He smiled. All his worries had been for nothing. The woman who gently stroked his forehead, he loved with all his heart.

  “When I was at the shelter, why didn’t you tell me you were my wife?” Riley asked, the medication starting to finally wear off, although his tongue still felt a bit thick. “And how did you find me there?”

  “I couldn’t tell you who I was because it would have put your life in jeopardy, but it took all my willpower not to,” she said softly. “When you fucked me so thoroughly it was hard not to tell you my identity. You did make me a little angry by jumping into bed with the first woman you met.”

  “How could you be angry with me, since I didn’t know who I was at the time,” he defended himself. “And you’ve got to admit that we had the most exciting sex that night. Eating your delicious pussy was what I needed right then. And then when you sucked my cock, I was in seventh heaven.”

  “Just remember you have an excuse for it now, but I don’t want to catch you sucking any pussy but mine in the future.”

  Johanna got up and walked across the room and locked the door. As she started to walk back to his bed, she slipped out of her clothing. By the time she reached him, she didn’t have a stitch on. Her graceful movements across the room brought Riley’s dick up instantly.

  When she climbed in alongside him, he couldn�
��t wait another minute before fucking her. He was so horny remembering their wild sex at the shelter, that all he wanted right now was to enter her, to fuck her like she’d never been before. He’d never desired her as much as he did now. Flooded with relief that the woman he’d lusted for all day was actually his wife, he took her into his arms and moved her beneath him.

  As he entered her and started to move within her, he could feel her arch beneath him. She raised her hips to meet every thrust and moaned, showing him how much pleasure he was giving her. He slowed down until he felt her body shudder with a forceful climax. His release soon followed and he filled her cavity with the white hot liquid erupting from his cock.

  Instead of finishing, Riley wanted to give her a little more pleasure. He slithered down her body and positioned himself between her legs. Her musky scent sent his senses spiraling.

  He inserted his tongue into her waiting vagina and tasted his cum mixed with her musky cream. Lapping it, teasing her, until he fully entered his tongue and flicked it in and out. She raised her legs and managed to get all of his tongue inside of her, pushing her pussy hard against his face. She began thrusting back and forth not bothering to hide her wanton pleasure at the way he ate her pussy.

  When her body shuddered ecstatically, he knew she had reached the ultimate climax. Slowly, she reached for him and Riley found himself lying alongside her. She began kissing his lips, savoring the sweet taste of her cream on his lips.

  “You know how to make a man feel special,” Riley murmured between kisses. “I was feeling so guilty after I arrived here for still wanting the nurse that worked at the shelter. They told me that I was married, but I couldn’t remember to who, or why I had such strong feelings for a strange nurse.

  “You’d better not ever try to forget me again,” she said huskily.

  “You can be assured of that, my temptress,” he murmured raggedly as he claimed her lips in a kiss that held a promise for the future. There would never be anyone but Johanna for him.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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  ary Ann Reed has worked in various offices as a secretary and loves to read. She now devotes her time to writing romantic stories. Suzanne Merritt worked as a cashier at a local school district. She also spends her free time writing and is an avid reader.