Mitch and I held hands as we walked to the bedroom, and Mitch leaned in to speak into my ear as we entered the room.
“I went to the bathroom when I got home and noticed all your clutter in there. It looks so good, I didn’t realize how much I missed your lotions and potions until today”.
I laughed.
“Well, you might not be so happy when you see how much space I’ve taken up in your wardrobe”.
“Our wardrobe, Helen. Not mine, not yours, ours”.
Mitch turned me in his arms and as he kissed me, his hands were busy shedding my clothes as he backed me to the bed. When the backs of my legs hit the bed, I clutched his shoulders as I fell, pulling him down on top of me, and we laughed as we rolled around the bed, kissing and shedding clothes until we were both naked and panting.
When Mitch tried to snake a hand down to my groin, I slapped it away, sliding along his body, Mitch sucking in a breath when my intention became clear. Last night, I had done little beyond caress Mitch, although my touches seemed to be in all the right places, as he had moaned each time I had touched his skin, and when I had been so bold as to put my hand on his penis, he had thrust his hips forward to show his appreciation of the contact. We had talked briefly in the night, and I had pointed out to Mitch that to him, what we were doing was not unusual, we had probably done much the same many times, but for me, it was almost as if I was in bed with a stranger. Almost. While my brain couldn’t remember doing anything so intimate with anyone before, my body knew that what Mitch and I were doing together was so natural, so right, and I wanted to keep exploring this physical side of our relationship. I had asked Mitch to be patient with me, and he had seemed to understand. When we had made love, Mitch had been gentle and considerate, and had made sure of my pleasure. However I had seen glimpses of something else in his eyes, and I was certain that he was not always that gentle. At odd times during the day, I had wondered what it would be like if I could goad Mitch into unleashing the rougher side that I could sense he was holding back, and at those times I had lapsed into delicious daydreams. Now, the time for dreaming was over, and Mitch was lying naked in bed with me, plainly eager for me, and waiting to see what I would do next.
I kissed my way down his chest, opening my mouth to lightly take a nipple in before releasing it, then I moved down to kiss Mitch’s abs, at the same time I was gently pushing my chest into Mitch’s penis, squeezing my breasts together so that he could feel the pressure around his hard shaft. I kissed my way down his abdomen, lightly feathering my hands down the outsides of his thighs and working them around to clutch at his buttocks, finally I moved down his body enough to close my lips around the head of his penis, which was already starting to seep a tiny little bead of moisture, signalling his excitement. I started off by just taking the tip into my mouth, using my tongue to lick around the head, then slowly I worked my head down, taking in as much of his silken length as I could handle. Mitch tried his best to hold himself still, but I pinched and squeezed his bum, encouraging him to thrust into my mouth. I felt Mitch’s hands work around the back of my head, and his right hand fisted into my hair, holding my head tight. Still, Mitch held back, so I gradually pulled my head back, releasing his penis.
“Mitch, don’t hold back. I’ll let you know if it’s too much, but I want you to stop trying so hard not to hurt me, and just let go”.
With a groan Mitch pushed his hips up from the bed, aiming for my mouth again, and I obliged by taking him in deeply again, sucking as hard as I could and running my tongue along wherever I could reach. Mitch increased his tempo then, and held my head firmly, although I could feel that I still had room to pull away if I needed to. Now, even though I had wanted to be more aggressive, I found that our roles had switched, and I was taking on a more passive role, as Mitch quite literally fucked my mouth. Even though it was slightly uncomfortable, Mitch’s facial contortions and moans of enjoyment still made me start to get wet, and although I was enjoying Mitch’s pleasure, I hoped that he would recover quickly after ejaculating so that I wouldn’t have to wait long before I could feel him inside me again, this time deep inside my body.
Suddenly Mitch’s hands were under my armpits, and he dragged me up his body, grabbing my backside and lifting me slightly before ramming his penis hard into me, and slamming my body down on his.
“God, Helen, you feel so good, so wet and tight and hot, I’m not going to last long at this rate”.
I threw my head back as Mitch pistoned into me from below. I tried to keep up with him, but Mitch used his hands to raise me up and slam me down, and his hips to thrust up into me from where he lay writhing underneath me. I leaned back a little and put one hand under my arse, grabbing his balls and fondling them, earning a little shout from Mitch, and as I felt his movements start to change, my other hand moved around to my front, searching for my clit and rubbing it furiously. The feeling of Mitch surging inside me was almost enough to make me come, but not quite, but my hand flew off my body when Mitch gave one last powerful lunge up into me, ejaculating with a long groan of ecstasy. I looked down at him to find him watching me, smiling, then he took one of my hands in his, placing it back on my clitoris.
“That looked so hot, watching you do that, keep going”.
Shyly, I continued, from my perch on top of Mitch, with his penis still inside me. I rubbed myself, looking down at him watch my every move, until I threw back my head as my own pleasure broke over me, and Mitch joined in my moans as my inner muscles squeezed him, as I jerked on top of his body. I collapsed on top of Mitch, and he rolled us over, slipping out of me as he did. Mitch lifted the sheet so that it covered us, and cradled me close.
“It just keeps getting better, Helen. I’m so thankful that you trust me enough to let go, and to experiment. In some ways, it’s like we’re first dating again, learning what turns each other on. I’ve got a head start on you of course, but as you get more comfortable with me, it’s just going to get better and better”.
I turned to smile at him.
“Well, you showed me last night what I like, so I need to find out all over again to do what you like, so I’m open to any hints”.
Mitch’s chest rumbled as he laughed.
“Hints? Sure, I’m game if you are. You always were, in case you haven’t worked it out yet, we had an amazing sex life, we were both pretty uninhibited with each other. But the best hint I can give you is to just go with what feels good. We’ll work it out from there, we always did”.
I lay for a while, content with my head on Mitch’s chest, until I remembered what had upset me earlier. I pushed up, sitting cross legged in the bed, looking at Mitch.
“You know what upset me so much today?”
Mitch put out a hand to rest it gently on my knee, reassuring me without trying to pull me back into his arms, and shook his head.
“I think the reason I forgot you was to hide the pain of thinking I’d lost you”.
Mitch sat up then, reaching out to grab my hands.
“You could never lose me Helen, I’m not going anywhere. What’s this about?”
I took a deep breath, dashing away the tears that had started to fall.
“David and I are working on my earliest memories after waking up in the hospital. I was so confused at the time, I didn’t sort through them myself, but now I’m remembering things that I thought I’d forgotten. I remembered how they told me my husband had died. They meant the man who was pretending to be my husband, but I thought they were talking about you Mitch, I thought you were dead, and it was awful. I wished I had died in the accident too”.
I started wailing in earnest, and Mitch pulled me into his arms, rocking me as he shushed my tears. Through my sobs, I sorted through my past, vocalising things I hadn’t thought much about recently. I remembered everyone at the hospital telling me how I had to be strong for my baby, and how important it was that I had survived, and that I should put any ideas about wishing that I had died from my mind. I had been in a fog of p
ain and misery in those early days, and had then felt guilt because I still wished I wasn’t living, but if I wasn’t alive, then that meant my baby would die too. Somehow all of that muddled thinking had made sure that any memories I might have had about Mitch had been buried deep in my psyche, because it was just too painful to think about him. It had been easier to reconcile myself to the death of my ‘fake husband’ because I probably didn’t feel anything for him.
“Does that make me an awful person?” I snuffled, hiccupping in between sobs.
“No, it makes you human. Whoever he was, he must have been involved in your kidnapping, so it was only natural that you wouldn’t feel his death very deeply. What you did was to protect yourself, to make sure you survived and got stronger so that when your baby – our baby – was born, you were able to look after her. But all this is very upsetting to you, Helen, are you sure you want to continue with these sessions?”
I pulled back from Mitch then, staring at him while I rubbed the tears off my cheeks.
“Yes, more than anything now. I want to know what happened, Mitch. Someone did something terrible to me, to us. They stole more than two years from us, and stopped you being around when Michelle was born, they stole that from you. I want to know who they were, and make sure they are punished. I want to be able to walk out the door without worrying that someone is going to try to hurt Michelle, or me. Obviously the reason that David is able to get me to remember these things so easily is because they weren’t buried that deeply, I just never got the chance to work on the whole thing before. It will probably be harder to go back earlier than the accident, but I want to keep trying”.
Mitch pulled me close and hugged me tight, then we laid down together, my head in my favourite position on Mitch’s chest. We lay there for a long time, with me idly tracing the hairs on Mitch’s chest, and him running a hand gently up and down my arm, not saying anything until Mitch spoke.
“I was thinking about you all through my meeting this morning, thinking about what a dick I was to run out on you instead of staying with you today”.
“But you said it was an important meeting, it was ok, you have to work”.
“Well, that’s the thing Helen, I really don’t have to work as hard as I do. It’s just been habit for years now, I could easily step back and delegate a lot of my work, I mean, what’s the point of having all this money if I can’t enjoy the time it buys me with my family? All day today I was thinking about how I could have done things differently, and not just today, but in the past as well.
After I left this morning, I thought about you and Michelle here, and wondered what you were going to do all day. I know in the past you were going to study, but you don’t have anything lined up now, and you both must feel very bored. I was thinking I was going to suggest that you and Michelle go out for a drive with one of your guards, and then I thought how stupid that was. I’ve missed too much of your lives, I want to try to make up some of that time now. So, I put the fear of God into some of my employees today. I told them I expect them to step up from now on, and take on some of the roles I kept for myself”.
“Really? Were they excited about the challenge, or annoyed that they are going to have to do more?”
“A little bit of both, to be honest. Don’t worry, they’ll be paid for the extra responsibility. But I can’t just take one big step back straight away, it has to be gradual so I know my businesses are in safe hands when I’m not there. I’ve got a bit of work ahead of me, but I’m playing hookey tomorrow and taking my family out for the day. What shall we do?”
I groaned in dismay.
“I’ve got an appointment with David at two. We’ve been meeting at five, but he had an opening at two tomorrow, so I took it. If I’d known I would have asked him to leave it at five, so we could have had the whole day”.
We stayed talking for a while longer, but soon our talking became interspersed with sighs and kisses, before Mitch rolled me onto my back and without words showed me how much he cared about me. As he rocked deep into my body, his eyes held mine, leaving no uncertainty in my mind that this man was mine forever, and I was his.
The next morning I woke to the pleasant sensation of a large erection rubbing against my back, and in a playful mood, leapt from the bed, feigning disinterest.
“Again Mitch? What was it, three times last night and you want more this morning? Are you serious?”
Mitch opened his mouth, then he caught the gleam in my eye that told him I was teasing, and probably was just as eager as he was. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, he climbed from the bed and advanced on me. Squealing, I tried to duck around him, but he caught me and tossed me to the bed, following me down and pinning me with his weight. Mitch took both of my hands and held them above my head, preventing me from touching him, but he used his free hand to work in between us, and drove two fingers into me, lunging them deep and curling them around to find my g spot. I arched into Mitch’s hand, and bent my head to his shoulder, biting him as I ground my pelvis onto his hand. With a grunt, Mitch drove into me with one hard stroke, and after raising his head to look into my eyes, he set up a punishing rhythm that I couldn’t keep up with, but that had me writhing and panting before long. Even after I came, he was still going, and he drove into me mercilessly, until my second orgasm rolled over me, when with another grunt, he thrust deep into me, raising his torso from my body so that he could arch his body and drive himself deeper still, holding himself there until he was spent.
“Are you ok Helen?” came Mitch’s muffled voice, from the crook of my shoulder where he had collapsed after his orgasm.
“Better than ok Mitch. That was incredible. I love it when you’re gentle, I love it when you’re rough, I just can’t get enough of you. I hope we’re still doing this when we’re old and grey”.
“So do I. I might break a hip if I fuck you that hard, but what a way to go”.
Laughing we made our way into the bathroom, where we had a long leisurely shower, and ‘helped’ each other to wash. Our shower took a long time.
By the time we were finally back in our room ready to dress, we could hear Michelle crying through the baby monitor. With a muffled curse, Mitch threw on a robe, fetching Michelle and bringing her to our room where he rocked her while I dressed. Passing Michelle to me, he took his clothes into the bathroom, earning a smile from me as he was still bashful about dressing in front of our daughter. When he came out, I stifled my smile when I spoke.
“You know, Michelle has already seen a penis”.
At Mitch’s dark look I waved my hand in the air.
“It’s nothing like that. Remember the family who lived next door who I split babysitting time with? Well, their little boy, Peter, is around the same age, so the children would often bathe together. It’s ok at this age, and of course children will notice someone who is different from them. One day Michelle is going to put two and two together and work out that you are a man and you are different from me and her, so brace yourself for some questions when that happens”.
I sauntered out, the smile dropping from my face when I got to the kitchen and found Mrs Santos in residence. I braced myself for the hostility that I expected her to show, but it never happened. Instead, Mrs Santos looked over my shoulder, and visibly started.
“Mr Barrow! I thought you had already left for your office”.
“No, I’m not going in today. I am going to take my two best girls out for the day. Is there any chance for something to eat before we go?”
“Of course, why don’t you all sit down and I’ll fix something. Do you want a full breakfast, or something light?”
In the end we settled on a light breakfast, after which I intended to get Michelle ready. Despite my offers to help, Mrs Santos brought everything over, even a cup of coffee for me which I didn’t want.
“I’m sorry, Mrs Santos, but I rarely drink coffee anymore. I’ll just fix myself a cup of tea”.
“When did that happen, Helen? You used to drink i
t by the bucketful”.
“Well, Mitch, pregnancy and breastfeeding change a person. It wasn’t good for the baby for me to have too much coffee and even after she was born, if I had more than one cup she couldn’t sleep. It took me a few days to make the connection between too much caffeine and the effects of breastfeeding but once I realized, I switched to tea. I mostly drink tea now, maybe a coffee every now and again as a treat, but that’s about it”.
Mitch chucked Michelle under the chin and smiled as he held out his cup.
“So you don’t like coffee much, eh?”
Michelle made an ‘icky’ face and shook her head, making us all laugh, even Mrs Santos, who I looked at in amazement. Wonders would never cease.
In the end, we decided to take a drive to the beach, and Mitch sat in the back with Michelle and I, while Frank drove. As we headed out along Beaconsfield Parade, I looked at all the beachside mansions, trying to find something that reminded me of anything. The car moved onto the Esplanade, and we drove for a while before Mitch suddenly asked Frank to pull over. Helping Michelle out of the car, he put her down when we cleared the asphalted area, but picked her up again when she fell over in the loose sand. When we reached the harder packed sand near the water’s edge, I realized why he had brought us here.
“The Brighton bathing boxes! I forgot all about them”, I laughed, clapping my hands together at the sight of the row of brightly painted sheds.
“Do you remember them?” Mitch asked, excitedly jogging back to me, making Michelle squeal and clap her hands as she bobbed up and down in her daddy’s arms.
“I think I do. Did we come here a lot?”
“You loved this beach. You thought the boxes were so cute, and said it would be great to have one if we had children, but you also said you thought they were a waste of money”.
“That sounds like something I would say. Were they expensive?”
Mitch turned and walked away from me, leaving me no choice but to follow as he turned from me, seeming to fish in a pocket as he did.
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