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Who Am I? Part 1 free porn video
Authors note: I wasn't really planning on writing more stories after my
last one but this idea kept bubbling around in my head. It's not the most
original take on a TG story but I do hope you enjoy it!
Who am I?
I smiled as I straightened his tie and smoothed it down with one hand,
making sure it was tucked into his suit jacket. I took a step back and
smiled.
"You know I'm so lucky to have such a handsome husband," I said, "but you
really should know how to put a tie on straight by now."
Mike grinned. I loved his smile. His face seemed to light up. I even
liked the little wrinkles by his eyes that had formed over the last few
years and the few grey hairs he now had in his short, cropped hair. It
made him very sexy!
He took a few steps forward, so he was close to me again. "But if I did
it right then I wouldn't have an excuse to get close to my amazing wife
every morning," he said, leaning down a little to kiss me. I turned my
face up to meet him. Our lips met and I felt his stubble on my face. I
loved that. Despite having what he called an easy office job, he was
quite rugged.
I broke our kiss. "When you get home how would you like a repeat of last
night?" I asked, pulling myself against his chest so he could feel my
breasts pushing against him through our clothes. His hand moved to grip
my ass and he squeezed.
"Of course, Mrs Winchester, I live to make you happy."
With another kiss that left me tingling, he was gone. I waited to hear
his car start up and watched as he pulled out of our drive and headed off
towards the city. I sighed. I didn't know what I'd done to deserve to be
this happy.
I'd met Mike over ten years before when we were in our early twenties.
I'd spent some time in hospital before that after an accident left me
with amnesia. Although I went by Lucy Winchester now, I really had no
idea what my name had been before the accident. The police had tried to
find anyone who knew me but to no success. No one ever reported me
missing.
Mike had been standing outside the hospital when I'd been discharged. As
soon as I saw him, I felt a connection and felt butterflies in my
stomach. We'd locked eyes and just stared at each other for what felt
like hours, even though it was only seconds. He asked me for coffee. We
talked for hours, into the evening despite how little I had to talk
about! Instead, he told me about himself and I knew I right then I was
already in love with him. I was meant to stay at a hotel until someone
could find a more permanent place for me, but Mike asked me back to his
place.
He said he wasn't the kind of guy to have a one-night stand and offered
me his bed while he would take the couch. But the connection I felt was
too strong and I made the first move. We made love that night. It was
wonderful.
From then we were inseparable. We married not long after and he even
helped me settle on the name Lucy, rather than Jane Doe. In the last
decade he'd risen up the ranks in his firm and was now one of the top
lawyers in the city. I became a home maker. Spending my days cleaning and
cooking so that he had a wonderful place to come back to. The only issue
we ever had was he didn't like to talk about his past. He said I didn't
have one, so he only wanted to think about the future with me. I knew his
family had died years ago in an accident, so I never pressed him on it.
Smiling to myself I went upstairs and to the bathroom. I applied a little
make up and sorted out my long, brunette hair. Mike loved my hair long,
even if it was a bit of a pain for me to manage. I stared at myself,
seeing those full lips which I'd put to good use last night for my
husband. The memory of that made me smile and I couldn't wait to do it
again! I had large dark green eyes and perfect skin. People often joked
that I still looked 20 and that Mike was married to a much younger woman.
I guessed I just had good genes. I was sure the aging process would catch
up to me eventually.
I knew I was attractive though. I had a figure that men responded to.
Shapely legs and thighs, a thin waist over wider hips and a flat stomach.
My breasts were large and something I could never hide, even if I wanted
to. I often had men flirt with me, but I only had eyes for Mike. I didn't
really find any other men attractive and tended to avoid going places
where I would have to speak to them.
As I dressed in a simple white vest top and cut off jean shorts, I heard
a knock at the door. It was four sharp taps, so I knew who it was. I
headed down the stairs and opened the door, seeing a blonde, middle aged
woman in a blue, flowery dress.
"Hey Donna," I said to my neighbour and best friend, as I stepped to the
side to let her in. She had two cups of coffee from the place down the
street, one of which she handed to me.
"Hey Lucy," she said as she walked in and went straight to the black
leather couch. Mike did well for himself. Well enough that I didn't need
to work. As such I felt it was only right that he decorate our house when
we moved in, not long after we married. That meant most of our furniture
was black and Donna often joked about it looking like a single man lived
here.
I sat beside her and sipped my coffee. She came over every morning before
she went to her own job at a local florist.
"So how was your evening? Your hubby looked happy when he left," she
said.
I felt a blush creep into my face. "Oh well...yeah we had a fun night," I
replied, unable to stop the grin spreading over my face.
"I bet you did, you little slut," she teased.
"If a girl can't please her husband then what good is she?" I asked. She
rolled her eyes.
"Hun you are setting feminism back decades with an attitude like that!
I've told you before, you should get out there. Get a job. Make your own
way in the world and not just focus on taking care of Mike!"
"I like taking care of Mike. I'm good at it," I said, remembering his
moans last night as I'd knelt before him. "Besides, he takes care of me
too."
"I know, I'm only teasing. I'm just jealous! I need a Mike!" she said.
Donna was twice divorced but had a good attitude about it.
"I'll keep my eyes open for one," I promised.
"Lucy you hardly leave the house. Unless you find one at the supermarket,
I'm not sure how that is possible!"
It was true I was something of a shut in. I just didn't like going out.
It made me uncomfortable. Men would stare at me. Talk to me. I'd
discovered that Mike was the only man I could really stand to be around.
We chatted for a little longer before she left. I loved Donna but she was
really my only friend. That friendship had only started because she was a
busy-body and had come to introduce herself to us when we moved in. I
watched some TV for a while before starting to tidy the house and think
about what to make for dinner.
I was deep in thought, with my head in the fridge when I heard the knock.
I wasn't expecting a delivery so headed over to the door. I opened it and
found myself face to face with a young, blonde haired man. He was dressed
casually in jeans and a checked shirt. His sneakers looked old and worn
and behind him I could see a beat up looking red car parked on the
street.
"Hey," he said with a smile, "sorry to bother you Miss.... does Mike
Winchester live here?"
I nodded. "Yes, that's my husband but he's at work," I said, wondering if
I should close the door.
"Oh well you may be able to help me. I'm Jack and Mike was best friends
with my older brother back in the day." Jack held out a crumbled photo
and I leaned in to look.
I saw what looked like a younger Mike, clearly from before we met. He
looked to be in his late teens or early twenties. He was on the left and
another blonde-haired man of around the same age stood to the right.
Between them was a boy of around ten years old who looked a lot like
Jack.
"That's Mike, me in the middle and my brother Tommy at the end," Jack
said. I gazed at Tommy. There was a strange familiarity to his face. Like
when you see an actor in a show and you can't place what else they've
been in.
"Tommy disappeared over ten years ago. I'm making one last attempt to
track him down. I'm getting married you see and.... well, it's making me
miss him more than ever. I'd love him to be my best man."
Jack looked so sad suddenly and I found myself offering him a coffee.
Minutes later we were sat at my dining table with our drinks. I was
holding the picture. It was fun to see Mike so young. He didn't have any
pictures of himself from his childhood. He'd told me his house burnt down
when he was a kid and destroyed everything from his childhood. We also
didn't live anywhere near where he'd grown up, so I'd really seen nothing
of his life before me.
"So has Mike ever mentioned Tommy? They were together all the time when
they were kids. The Dynamic Duo. That's what they called themselves."
I shook my head. "Sorry I don't think he has. Tommy does look familiar,
but Mike's never introduced me to anyone from his hometown so I can't
have seen him."
"Oh, haven't you been married long? I heard he was in town a few years
back visiting his Mom, but I didn't get a chance to speak to him. Didn't
you go with him?"
I felt a chill pass through my body. Mike told me his mother had passed
away years ago. He'd also never mentioned visiting his hometown. He did
go away on business a lot but that was always to a major city.
"I think you've got that wrong Jack," I said, "his Mom died when his
house burnt down."
"What? Is that what he told you?"
I nodded slowly, terrified at what he was about to say.
"Mrs Winchester, I'm sorry but his house didn't burn down. It's still
there and his Mom is very much alive."
Suddenly my head began to pound. I often got headaches like this.
Usually, they happened when I tried to remember my past. I'd stopped
trying to see Doctors about my amnesia years ago because of the pain it
caused. Why was I getting one now?
Then the most unexpected thing happened. A memory formed. I could see the
younger Mike and Jack as a boy running through a field laughing. I was
running with them but when I saw my arms or legs, they weren't mine. I
could see muscular arms and longer legs. I could suddenly feel my body in
the memory, and it wasn't anything close to how I felt now! I was male.
"Let me get a photo," a girl's voice called, and I turned to see a lovely
red headed girl of about eighteen. She had a smile that made me weak at
the knees. Mike, Tommy, and I stood together, and she snapped a picture.
"That's a good one!" she said. "I'll get you a copy!" Then the memory
faded, and I was staring at the picture. The one I'd just somehow
witnessed being taken.
"Are you ok Mrs Winchester?" Jack asked, standing, and putting his arm on
my shoulder.
I nodded, clearly pale. "I think I know where your brother is," I said.
"Really? You didn't even know who he was a moment ago."
"No but I remember that photo being taken. I remember standing next to
you. Jack.... I can't explain it but...I think I'm Tommy."
To be continued...
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