Forbidden Flashbacks

Chapter 1: Echoes of Innocence

Happy sat in the dimly lit bedroom, the silk sheets cool against her skin, her mind drifting as her husband, Mark, slept soundly beside her. At 28, she was a woman of fierce independence, a corporate shark who commanded boardrooms with a steely gaze. But tonight, her thoughts weren’t on mergers or acquisitions. They were on him. Alain. Her cousin. The boy who’d ignited a fire in her all those years ago, a fire that still burned hot and wild in her core, sending electric pulses straight to her pussy.

She could still see it—her childhood backyard, the summer heat sticky on her skin, the two of them just kids playing pretend. She’d been naive, all of 12, craving a playmate, someone to share her endless imagination. Alain, a few years older, had a glint in his eye, a smirk that promised mischief. 'Wanna play a grown-up game?' he’d asked, voice low, almost a dare. Happy had tilted her head, curious, her ponytail swinging. 'What kind of game?' she’d shot back, hands on her hips, never one to back down.

'It’s a secret,' Alain had teased, stepping closer, his breath hot on her cheek. 'But I’ll show you. You’ll like it. Promise.' His words had been a hook, and she’d bitten, not knowing what she was in for. 'Fine,' she’d snapped, her tone brassy even then. 'But you better not be wasting my time, Alain. I’ve got better things to do.'

He’d led her behind the old oak tree, out of sight, where the world was just theirs. 'We’re gonna play house, but the real kind,' he’d said, his grin wicked. 'Like in the movies I saw. You’ll be the wife.' Happy had rolled her eyes. 'I’m not some dumb girl who just does what you say. What’s in it for me?'

'You’ll see,' he’d replied, his voice dripping with confidence. 'It’ll feel good. Trust me.' And damn it, she had. She’d let him guide her, his hands rough for a kid, pushing her against the bark, her sundress hiked up before she could protest. 'Hey, watch it!' she’d barked, but there was a thrill in her chest, a curiosity she couldn’t shake. 'Relax, Hap,' he’d murmured, his fingers bold, exploring places she’d never thought about. 'You’re gonna love this.'

And God help her, she had. The memory hit her now like a tidal wave, her body reacting as if it were happening all over again. Her breath hitched, her thighs pressed together under the sheets, already wet with the thought of that first time—his cock, hard and insistent even as a teen, pushing into her with a roughness that shocked her. She’d gasped, bit her lip, but she hadn’t pushed him away. No, she’d glared at him, defiant even then. 'Is that all you got?' she’d taunted, her voice sharp, and he’d laughed, thrusting harder, making her body quake with violent, unexpected orgasms that branded themselves into her soul.

Happy’s fingers twitched now, sliding down her stomach as the memory of Alain’s voice echoed. 'Suck it, Hap. Come on, be a good girl for once.' She’d scowled at him, her young self full of fire. 'I’m not your damn toy, Alain. You don’t own me.' But she’d done it, curious, wrapping her lips around his cock, tasting the salt of him, feeling him shudder as he came, forcing her to swallow. 'That’s it,' he’d groaned, and she’d hated how much she liked it, how the taste lingered in her mind for years, a craving she couldn’t shake.

Her eyes flicked to Mark, still asleep, oblivious to the storm in her. She smirked, sliding down the bed, her hand already reaching for him. She was no submissive little thing, never had been. If she wanted something, she took it. And right now, with the ghost of Alain’s rough hands on her skin, she was horny as hell, dripping with need. 'Wake up, babe,' she purred, her voice low and commanding as she tugged the sheet off him. 'I’ve got a hunger only you can fix.'

Mark stirred, blinking groggily, but her grip on him was already firm, her lips hovering close. 'Happy, what—' he started, but she cut him off with a wicked grin. 'Shut up and let me take what I want,' she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. And as she lowered her mouth, ready to suck him dry, the memory of Alain’s first cum in her throat fueled her, her body sweating, panting, ready to explode.