I slowed the timepiece until I saw a man walk down the sidewalk, and take the path to my front entrance. He knocked, and my wife came to the door to let him in.
I walked across the road, went up to the house, easily passed through the exterior wall, and stepped inside. Being invisible, they had no idea that I was watching them, as they embraced. Aha, I thought, my suspicions were right. As soon as I set off to work, Bob, my neighbour from three doors down, would come over to screw my wife as soon as the coast was clear.
They went into the bedroom, and I followed them. Like a car wreck on the highway, I couldn’t take my eyes off the action. Their clothes started to fly off and Bob got straight into it. He threw her down on the bed, raised her legs up and started lapping away at her pussy. Annette was really into it, moaning loudly as she reached her first climax.
I had mixed emotions. Part of me wanted to rip him off of her and pound the shit out of him. He was messing with my wife, the woman I loved. But did I? There had been so much turmoil in our relationship over the past few years that as I looked at her getting pleasured, I honestly didn’t feel any jealousy. In fact, it was the opposite. The voyeur in me took hold, and I was getting horny watching them!
Now he tugged down his underpants revealing his very hard cock, bigger and thicker than mine. He got between her legs, and stuck it into her pussy. He started violently hammering away at her while she screamed, “Fuck me harder!”
I got very close to the action, I mean really close, only inches away as he thrust deep inside her. The musky smell of her pussy and the pungent aroma of Bob’s sweat intoxicated me. I pulled out my cock and stroked it as the moans and screams intensified.
In the midst of this, I had a thought. I had another question, actually a couple of questions for the spirit. After envisioning Mona Lisa, he appeared in the image of my wife, many years younger, shortly after I’d met her.
“Wow, that is not what I suspected when you summoned me!” he said, as he focused on the frenzied coupling below him. “I see that you are conflicted, not sure how to process this.”
“Yes, I am obviously extremely turned on watching them,” I said, continuing to rub my cock. “But I can’t help wondering how it has come to this. Would it be possible to travel further back in time and try again with her? We were so much in love for the first few years, and then everything went south. Maybe if I changed a few things, it could make things right between us.”
“Of course you can, but it may not have the outcome you desire. And remember my warning – keep it on a small scale. Don’t do anything that will have a major impact on the future. Oh, and the answer to your second query is yes. It ‘s not just your body that you can slip into. That goes for others as well. Focus on him intently for a few seconds, and you will gradually start to sense what he’s feeling, and eventually you will be able to get him to do anything you want. After you pull out, so to speak, he won’t remember any of it.”
“So, is this like what Scott Bakula did in the TV show Quantum Leap?”
“Yes, exactly like that.”
The spirit hovered for a moment, then slowly disappeared while I concentrated on Bob. I wasn’t going to miss out on an opportunity to take advantage of my wife while I was calling the shots. I gradually started to feel the intensity of his lust, my heart rate skyrocketing as he continued to roughly fuck her. After a few moments, I totally took over his body. From now on, this is my body!
I could feel my cock moving quickly in and out. I pulled it out for a second, grabbed it and rubbed it up and down. It was even bigger than I thought, about two inches longer and very thick. I was wondering if it was possible to do an exchange! Not likely, but another thing to ask the spirit.
“What the fuck are you doing. Put it back in. You’re driving me crazy!” she shouted.
She got onto her hands and knees, and I knew right away what she wanted. I moved behind and started fucking her doggy-style, her favourite position. After about ten minutes, I pulled out, got in front of her and stuck my cock in her mouth. I pumped many spurts into her mouth for ten seconds or more. Wow Bob, I thought, you are quite the cummer! I backed out and there was cum dripping from her lips. She swallowed the rest.
I was revelling in the fact that I finally had my way with my wife without conditions when the revulsion of what they were up to, behind my back, hit home. I returned to my body and watched them lying there naked and came up with a plan. I pressed the red button, and in a split second, I was back in my den, once again at the moment when I’d left.
I went into the closet, searched and found my journal for June 2009. I scanned through my entries until I found this one on the 11th – ‘Annette and I had a fantastic day down at the beach! I’ve only known her for a couple of months, but I’m in love! I can’t wait to see her again!’
I set the chronometer to June 11, 2009, held the green button, and moments later I was outside my old apartment building. I fast forwarded the minute lever until I saw my twenty-three year old self emerge and start walking in the direction of Annette’s house. I followed close behind, getting excited about re-experiencing one of the happiest days of my life. I was basically going along for the ride, watching and enjoying the moment, not doing anything to change what happened, at least for now. My younger self knocked on the door.
She opened it and I stood there for a second or two staring, admiring how hot she looked in shorts and a fairly tight t-shirt. She came up to me and we briefly hugged. She kissed me on the cheek and we set off down the road leading to a trail that wound down to the beach.
I won’t share the dialogue. It was small talk, chatting about the weather, our mutual friend’s activities, and upcoming concerts we were planning to attend. As I continued to observe her, I was thinking about the contrast between this Annette and the one that I was currently living with. This Annette was upbeat, respectful, attentive, and actually showed interest in what I had to say. Watching her rekindled my lust and love for this woman, not the one that she had become. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t blaming her. I had played a big part in the way things had gone downhill between us.
I watched as they reached the beach, took off their shoes, and walked a ways along the sand. They spread their towels next to a driftwood log. I had resisted the temptation so far to take over my younger body, but as I looked down, watching her remove her t-shirt and shorts, revealing the skimpiest of bikinis, I focused hard for a few seconds, and then I was right next to her, ogling her tits, wanting her so badly.
“Can you put some lotion on my back, Richard.” she said, seductively.
“Sure,” I said, as she lied down on her stomach and unclasped her bikini strap.
I put a generous amount on my hands, leaned over and started rubbing her bare back, purposely resisting the temptation to wander sideways towards her boobs. So far this is exactly how I remembered it. I had the opportunity to change things, but I didn’t want to screw things up, if I tried something before she was ready for it.
As I continued to rub her, inhaling the smell of the lotion mixed in with the delicious scent of her young nubile body, I wanted this day to last forever. Of course, I had the ability to do this, reliving it over and over again by adjusting the clock, but I knew I’d soon tire of that and it would lose its specialness.
“Okay, now it’s your turn.”
I stretched out on the towel and she returned the favour, massaging my back like she was really enjoying it, not some prelude to getting laid for her own selfish pleasure, as our present day sex life had deteriorated. She was making me very horny.
“Time to turn over and I’ll do your chest.”
I complied, and then she said, with a big grin on her face, staring at the bulge in my swimsuit. “Wow, you must really like my touch!”
This was different! I seem to remember hiding it the first time it happened.
“It’s time you cooled off, lover boy,’” she said, jumping up, her boobs almost coming out of her top. “Race you to the water!”
I caught up and grabbed her hand. We jogged for a long time, side by side, until we finally reached the gently splashing waves far from shore. We waded into the sparkling surf, warmed by the hot sand with the incoming tide. Sandpipers danced along the water’s edge seeking crabs, while gulls and eagles circled overhead, ready to dive if they spotted any food. It really was a beautiful setting. We dove into the water and swam out a ways until it started to get cold.
After frolicking and taking turns splashing each other, we walked back to the shore. We embraced and I kissed her. She responded by opening her mouth and our tongues met and encircled. We were locked together for a few minutes as I felt the same longing that I had had for her nine years ago.
For an instant, I thought about telling her all, but she’d think I was frigging nuts. It would be hard to make anyone believe that you were transported back in time via the alien ghost of Leonardo da Vinci to somehow fix things in a relationship gone bad! I decided to let the day run out as planned. We laid down on our towels and spent some time in quiet conversation, getting toasted by the sun, thoroughly enjoying each other’s company.
It was now late afternoon, and the few people that remained on the beach were far away from us. This is the moment when I made my move on our first go-round. I wasn’t about to miss out on it.
“Richard, I’ve been thinking for quite a while about the little problem you had earlier. Sorry, I didn’t mean it was little,” she said, blushing.
What the fuck, She’s making the first move!
“Do I turn you on?”
“Yes, of course you do, Annette. You are incredibly beautiful and sexy, especially with that bikini that barely covers your boobs.”
She looked up and down the beach, then slowly unhooked her top and took it off.
“Oh my god, it’s rising again. Do I really have that effect on you? Can I see it, please.”
“Well, as long as you’re so polite, I guess I can grant your request.”
She laughed and stared at my crotch as I grabbed the waistband. I did a slow reveal, teasing her a couple of times saying, “Are you sure you want to see it?” She kept nodding yes and then got tired of the game. She reached over, pulled down my suit, and my cock popped out, hard and throbbing.
“Oh my, you are excited. And to think it’s my tits that caused that.”
“Can I touch it… please?” she said, really stressing the please.
“Yes, I suppose, as long as I get to play with those,” I said, tentatively reaching towards her tits.
“Oh yes definitely, that’s only fair.”
She placed my hands on her tits, and then took hold of my cock. She started stroking it, licking her lips, leaving no doubt what she was thinking.
“How do my tits feel?” she said, increasing the speed on my cock. “You can lick them if you like. My nipples are very sensitive.”
I licked each one in turn and then sucked them. It was having quite an effect on her.
“You can lick mine too if you like.” I paused and then added, “please”.
“Yes, I think I’d like that.”
She bent over and flicked her tongue on the tip of my cock.
“Is that what you mean?”
“Oh yeah, that’s it.” I said, involuntarily lifting up to push my cock into her mouth.
“Settle down, I don’t need any help you bad boy.”
This was the playful back and forth that really attracted me to her early in our relationship.
“I suppose you want me to suck it now do you?”
“Yes, I would, if it’s not too much trouble.”
“Okay, but it comes with one proviso. I’ll give you a hint.”
She reached down and pulled off her bikini bottoms.
“Hmmm, I’m just not sure what you mean,” I said, my mouth watering with the prospect of tasting her pussy.
“Okay, I’ll make it easier for you. You’re such a slow learner!”
She lay on her side and directed me to do likewise, only in the opposite direction.
“Am I getting through to you now?” she said, retaking my cock in her mouth and starting to suck it.
“Oh my god, is that what you want me do?” I said, with mock outrage.
“Yes, and no more conversation. You know, it’s not polite to talk with your mouth full,” she said, bearing down on my cock and sucking it harder.
I started licking her pussy lips, and she opened her legs to give me easier access to her opening and clit. She was sucking me so fast and deep now, that I was struggling to hold back my cum. In a moment, she climaxed, my head tightly held between her thighs, as I spurted into her mouth. It was all over in a few minutes, but it was so intense and exquisite.
We got dressed and laid there, holding each other for a few hours, not saying much until it started getting dark.
I retook my body and watched them head up the trail, laughing and holding hands. I was glad that I’d been able to experience it again, this time literally with a happy ending! But, some tears started to roll down my face when I thought about the current state of affairs back home. I thought about a turning point in our relationship about a year after we were married. I pulled out a scrap of paper and read the date taken from my journal – October 11, 2010. I set the levers to the date and year, held the green button and waited to be transported.