Guilty Minds

Jason started to wake up, slowly at first. His eyes opened and his heart rate spiked suddenly. He sat up and looked around the room then himself.

He knew he was in a hospital. That was good. He checked his body for wounds then his face and finally his head. A blade of pain sliced through his skull and sent a wave of nausea through his body.

People were around him seconds later and he wasn't sure who they were or what they were doing but someone said something about pain and surgery and the world faded into darkness when the sedative had kicked in.

Jason felt himself sleeping, and ordered his eyes to open. They did, slowly, and once again he started to see the familiar hospital room from before. That still didn't answer the question of how he got there or why his head hurt.
 
Jason smiled, "You're my wife..." his brow knitted in thought. He started to get worried and his heart monitor spiked again. "I... how long have we been married?" He tried to sit up but the drugs made everything on his body heavy.

Later the doctors would explain to Jason that he had Pure Retrograde Amnesia. It seemed the rifle round actually entered the front right of his skull but angled on impact skirting the side of his brain and right back out an inch later. A medical miracle but the damage to his right frontal lobe was enough to literally cut away access to some memories. His brain may or may not reconnect to these memories but it was important to remain optimistic.

"Tory?" He said, trying the name as if saying it for the first time. Or the first time he remembered saying it. "I'm sorry, I remeber our wedding... bit it's like I'm watching an event, I'm not there. I remeber... Harrison... he was there. Why do I remember that name and not your own?"

Of all the names to remeber, Jason degreed to retain the name of the man that Tory had her affair with.
 
"Hey, hey... relax honey, OK?" Tory said, trying to soothe her husband as she stood up and sat on the edge of his bed, "We've been married for 3 years in December which is about 5 months away."

She flinched inwardly when he mentioned Harrison's name. Harrison Thomas was not only the man Tory had an affair with but he used to be Jason's best friend..used to be. Taking a deep breath, Tory shrugged and looked away from Jason, "I don't know love, but Harrison was your former boss a few months ago. I think he's moved or something."

It was then the on call doctor, along with a nurse, entered the room and literally pushed Tory off the way as they examined Jason, asking him questions, taking vitals. The heart monitor next to his bed started to elevate a little as it looked like he wasn't liking what they were doing. They stayed for a few more minutes as they finished up and set up some tests while the nurse injected something into his IV, stating that he needed rest still.

Rest? They wanted him to wake up and now, they wanted him to sleep. When they finally left, Tory looked at Jason and smiled, "Just rest, OK? I'll be here when you wake up again."
 
He kissed Tory's fingers, something he'd never done before so it was both strange and pleasantly new. He went back to sleep, her name on his lips. "Tory... tory..."

The insurance Jason was on was pretty bad for a Detective, after he'd woken up he only had 24 hours of hospital care and then he was forced to be treated as an out patient. 32 hours after first waking up, Jason was walking through the door of their home.

"Oh, I do remember this." he said, almost surprised. He smiled as he examined the room and started to predict things. "If we go through here, there should be a piano-" He grinned when his prediction was true. "Which means, our bedroom should be-" He lead Tory straight to their bedroom. He smiled looking at the room, which was more Tory's style than his own. "This is great!" He said, clearly happy with the decor. A surprising contrast to the man who'd said he wished it looked less 'Romance Novel'.

Jason went and sat on the bed, almost surprised at the comfort. "Wow. This really is nice." He lay back and smiled, "Where do you sleep?" He asked with a playful smile. A smile that faded suddenly, "Uuhm... I'm sorry, Tory... I can't remember us ever..." He liked his lips and blushed. "I mean... I know I'd never forget our first- you know... I'm honestly kind of nervous about seeing you - you know..." He blushed again and turned to look at a medieval painting of a woman being knighted as if it was the most interesting painting in the world.
 
"Let's be honest, Tory," He couldn't even remember a pet name he might have called his own wife. That only fueled his frustrations, "The doctors say I might not remember. I have, literal, brain damage. I can't explain what it feels like to be comfortable here, in this room, with you but not have a conscious reason 'Why'."

His head spun a bit and he sat down on the bed. One hand went to his bandage and the other went up to stop Tory from approaching. "I'm okay." he lay back on what was traditionally her side of the bed. "Medications. That's all."

He looked up at Tory, smiled and patted the bed next to him. "How about we start slow. Lay with me. In my mind, it's been a while since I just held you close to me." He blinked lazily. As much as he wanted to do more than sleep and be a burden on a woman he knew little of, the drugs were making everything on his body feel heavy again.
 
It had been just over a week of healing while Jason was not taking many pain medications anymore he was far from fully healed. He almost didn’t need them as much as he’d fall asleep for almost no reason. One minute he’d be awake and watching TV and then next he was waking up almost 2 hours later.

This would have been one of those moment only in his dream he was approaching a hot shower with a woman inside. He was hoping it was Tory when he heard a phone. In his dream he looked around for the source of the sound and realized Tory was talking.

He started to wake up hearing her mumbling in the other room and for the life of him, he felt both irritated and aroused. Who is she talking to? He thought, his skin growing hot and his chest pounding. He wasn't sure if he was angry or really horny.

Getting up he followed the sounds until he found Tory. She wasn't on the phone anymore but she looked upset. "Hey," he said, trying not to scare her as he approached. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her back to his chest, and it actually felt familiar. "You okay?" He asked just before kissing her neck.

She smelled really good and his body stirred with desire. He'd forgotten he'd come in to comfort her as one hand traveled down her shoulder and over a breast. He kissed the back of her neck again, then moved up to kiss her ear lobe before whispering. "I think you were in my dream." he said, his voice rumbling with barely contained passion. His hips pressed against her rear and she knew how much he wanted her in that moment.
 
Tory was furious. How dare he call her and talk to her like nothing happened. Even though she was half to blame, he wasn't drunk that night and knew what he was doing with a married woman.

Feeling like she wasn't alone, Tory calmed herself immediately with a few deep breaths when she heard Jason come up behind her, "I think you were in my dream." Tory heard Jason whisper in her ear.

Smiling, Tory leaned against her husband, "I was?" She started to pull away but he held on to her firmly, "Baby, come on...you're still healing, ok? There'll be plenty of time for that later." Again, she tried to pull away but Jason, who's strength seemed to have returned, didn't let go.

"Jase, come on. I'm serious, OK? It's only been a week, the doctor said you needed to rest."
 
Jason held her to him, his hands pulling her shirt up her body. "I have no memory of my own wife naked." His other hand spread across her flat, exposed, belly and then climbed up under her shirt. "I didn't get to see you naked in my dream either." He started to almost bite the back of her neck, then raked his teeth up to her ear.

The hand that was holding up her shirt slipped down to her jeans and slipped in and under the panties. He pressed his rock hard shaft against her and started to dry hump her. "I bet... I could take another nap after..." He wasn't about to stop or be dissuaded. Something about this had fired him up and he wanted Tory more than he'd wanted anything. His fingers snaked down to find her nether lips and the moved to part the folds and let a finger slip in and explore her warmth.

He nibbled on her ear and the growled with pleasure. "It's like I'm feeling you for the first time. Kissing you for the first time." His other hand slipped under her bra and immediately found her nipple. He pinched gently then started to massage her breast. "I should remember having sex with my wife. I want to remember. Even if it's a new memory." He continued to finger her as he kissed and mauled Tory.
 
Before, Jason was never this aggressive. If anything, their love life was considered extremely vanilla. But now, even by trying to fight him, Tory didn't know what was coming over him.

With a hard gasp, Tory felt Jason's hands reach roughly into her pants, the button on her jeans popping from the force of his grasp. When he pushed his fingers inside of her, Tory cried out...not sure if from pleasure or surprise.

As his other found it's way under her bra, Tory knew there was no stopping him our trying to talk him out of it, so she eased up on fighting him and just enjoyed the way he worked his fingers in and out of her pussy, making it wetter with each thrust in.
 
Jason felt Tory relax, inspiring him to slow down and enjoy. He explored her folds with care and real affection. "Oh... you like this?" He kissed her neck. "Take off your top." He leaned back, his pelvis still pressed to her hips to just give her room to take off her shirt.

His other hand went to her jeans and started to undo them while he continued to massage her moist pussy. "Oh, Tory..." he started a trail of slow kisses down her back as his free hand worked her jeans and panties down as the same time. He paused to admire her ass and even bit, playfully, on her right cheek.

Taking his fingers from her he stepped back, "Turn around... I need to see you." He watched and waited, his wet fingers going to his lips so he could taste his wife for the first time - as far as he could remember.
 
Tory's chest was heaving with each deep breath she took, her face was flushed from the heat of the moment. She had to use the edge of the table to keep her balance. Before turning around as she was commanded to, she pushed her pants all the way down before kicking them off.

Then, almost dramatically, she turned around slowly, facing Jason. She had never seen him like this before and it was turn on but it was also a little scary. Finally, she was facing Jason as she still held onto the edge of the table, not knowing what was coming next.

She saw the bulge in his pants and it sent a chill of arousal through out her body.
 
Jason's eyes devoured Tory, as if seeing her for the first time. He lingered on her breasts and approached, his hands moving to cup her breasts. His eyes roamed up to meet her own, showing the hunger in them. He smiled, leaned in a kissed her hard and wanton.

His hands went down, sight unseen, and savagely ripped open his own pants and shoved them down in a frenzy. "Get on the table." he whispered, shoving his pants down but staying at the floor. He waited for her to be on the table and parted her knees.

He took a long gazing look at her wet lip and then leaned in to lick her greedily. "Hmmm..." he hummed, clearly enjoying her flavor as one hand moved up to pinch a nipple and the other moved down between his own legs. He continued to hum and grunt in pleasure, his tongue reaching deep into her hot box as if she were his favorite desert and he wanted to savor every inch.
 
As much as Tory wanted to say something... disobey perhaps, she felt that even the slightest hesitation and she'd find out just how far Jason was willing to go. That, in itself, was both scary and a turn on. She couldn't decide which.

She crawled onto the table, an antique from her parents that had been in the family forever which she was sure grandma would never think to use. Just as she scooted her butt onto the table and layed back, Tory was shocked when Jason immediately went between her legs and started to lick her pussy. She cried out in surprised but it was immediately followed by a moan of pleasure as she arched her back and opening her legs up more for him.
 
Jason licked, sucked and nibbled at Tory. Half feasting and half lubricating her with his saliva. He turned his face to her inner thigh and latched on with a deep sucking kiss. It's as if he were trying to put a hickey high up on her inner thigh to mark her as his.

Standing he looked a Tory's naked body and reached out to grab and massage one breast. In truth it was to also keep her back to the table while he used his other hand to help line his cock up properly. The head of his penis was buried in her folds as he leaned over to watch her face as he shoved into her with a single, hard, thrust.

The table shook, and her breast wiggled slightly. "You feel better than you taste." He reached both hands under her hips and lifted her just enough so that he could plow her harder and deeper. He started off with a frenzy, and pounded Tory for several minutes.

"Oh, God, Tory. You feel so good! You're mine!! Oh!" He started pulling her to him with each thrust into her.
 
Tory cried out when Jason nibbled on her inner thigh. She wasn't sure what had come over but this was not him. In the past, it wasn't like this and she couldn't decide if she liked it or not.... but oh God, the way he ate out her pussy, she had cum twice.

When he stood, she felt his cock teasing her entrance and she screamed as he shoved his cock inside her. Tory tried to pull away from him but was unsuccessful as he held her firmly.

Unable to help herself, Tory started to cum around her husband's cock, all the while screaming in ecstasy!
 
Hearing her scream Jason leans over and start giving Tory very shallow thrusts as he nears his own climax. He wraps his arms around her back and holds her shoulders so he can drive his cock deep into her pussy. He starts to groan, his orgasm building.

"Oh, Tory! Oh, baby... I need this... I need you." he begins to mutter, almost as if he's not aware of what he's saying to her. "I have to make you mine... you're mine.... this is mine!" he thrusts hard, the table shifting a bit forcing him to step forward and sink into her deeply.

Wave after wave of hot jizz rockets into Tory as if Jason hadn't had sex in a month. He groans loudly, a sound mixed with pleasure and pain as he pumps his hips trying to milk every drop of his seed into his wife. "Oh! Tory! Yes..." He shakes with ecstasy and and slowly relaxes as his body comes down from cuming so hard.

There is no doubt their combined juices are now seeping from Tory and onto the table as what is probably weeks worth of desire has just flooded into her. Jason take a few more minutes, still holding Tory tightly as if he'd fall to the ceiling if it wasn't for her. Finally he pulls his head from her neck and feels the last drops of lust being naturally squeezed out as he grows softer, still staying as deep as he can.

Jason smiled and looks at Troy with a new found emotion. "Oh..." He smiles, "I guess I should have asked if you were on birth control." He said with a small chuckle, then took a breath and actually waited for an answer to the unspoken question.
 
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