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Chapter 1
The regression of a married couple

The regression of a married couple

Sometimes you can find some neat things when "antiquing." I wonder if that is really a word or if it just became one as a result of programs like "Antique Roadshow," where they mostly show suckers paying good money for other people’s garbage. But sometimes you can find the occasional nice wood chair, or rare book, or old lamp for cheap. Fix it up if it needs it and it can kind of give character to the home. I don’t know if that’s why my wife and I antique, but it sounds good. Its something to do on an otherwise slow saturday afternoon.

Ellen and I are 40 years old and have been married for 12 years. We had a 12 year old daughter but she was away at summer camp, and that left us the weekend free. She was looking at some old doorknobs, and I was looking through old books. "Hey Bill," she called. "Look at the pattern on this one. It would go great in the den, don’t you think?

"Sure," I answered. Question: Who the hell cares what a doorknob looks like anyway? Answer: I dunno, but whoever it is must be a woman! I saw a weird blue flash of a bookcover that caught my eye. Obviously a photo album, with one of those sort of old fashioned holographic covers. It depicted a clock with the hands moving backwards, with a name at the bottom: Time Bender. Probably straight out of the psychedelic 60’s, I thought. Weird, though. Usually when you look at a cover like this a certain way, the picture moves one way. Then when you look at it the opposite way, the picture moves the opposite way. But no matter how I looked at this cover, the hands on the clock moved backwards. I flipped through the pages. Empty. I had some old pictures I could fill the book up with, and it’s kinda cool. Might make a nice coffee table addition.

"How much for this," I asked the guy at the stand.

He looked up. "Buck fifty" he said, and went back to his newspaper. I gave him the money and he put the book in the bag. I went to show it to my wife, and she asked where I got it.

"At that stand right over there," I pointed to it.

"Huh? But that just looks like an abandoned corner of the store that hasn’t been used for years except for storage."

"Next to that corner I mean,where that guy’s reading the newspaper."

"Oh, there. Yeah I got an old postcard from him before." (what, you expected him to inexplicably vanish?) Thats a cool album. We have lots of pictures we can fill it with. I love the cover." We took our bags, got in the car and drove home.

While Ellen looked for the absolute best door to put the knob it, I went through our pictures. We had tons. On the first page I put a recent picture of our daughter Haley. On the next page I put our wedding picture. I filled the following pages with various other shots and filled up the book. A real retrospective, with mostly pictures of me. Ellen would like it I bet. After dinner, I poured us some wine and we sat down with the book.

"Oh, I love that picture of Haley. She just turned 12. Our little girl is growing up," Ellen was getting kind of misty (like a lot of women, it doesn’t take much to make her cry). We turned the page, oooooh, our wedding picture. You’re so sentimental."

"You’re as beautiful as the day I married you," I said and kissed her, and looked at her and it was no lie. Infact, she looked exactly like she did on our wedding day 12 years ago. She took great care of herself, worked out at the gym regularly, but I never noticed before...she doesn’t even look like she’s 30. I kissed her again.

"Mmmmmm, and you’re just as handsome," she said, kissing me. She was getting me really horny. We put down the book and kissed. I took off her top, and undid her bra. I kissed and sucked on her beautiful breasts. I pulled off her skirt, her panties were damp. She was busy getting me out of my clothes. We made love furiously on the sofa. I had so much energy, and so did she. We climaxed and lay there sweating...

"Whew! That was great!" she said. "uh huh...right on the sofa too, its been a long time," I added.

"Too long, lover. wow...I could go again...?" she smiled and winked at me.

"I need 20 minutes," I said, and we both laughed. "I could use a smoke," I said.

"Me too. Let’s have one outside." Our backyard is very private. We went back there naked and lit up. "You know Bill, I meant what I said, you are as handsome as the day we were married...in fact...wait, let me see you in the light." We turned on the outside lights. I stared at her, and she stared at me. "Oh...my...god. Bill, you look just like you did when we got married. I mean it, you can’t be older than 30."

"You too, " I exclaimed. That was 12 years ago. Its like we’ve turned back the clock 12 years! We’re 28!

"Too weird," Ellen said. "How much wine did we have anyway?" she asked.

"Not enough to hallucinate. Maybe this is a flashback, and its 12 years ago," I said picking up the newspaper. The date was the same as it was this morning. Only we had changed. We ran up to our room and studied ourselves in the mirror. Yep, definitely younger. "This is so cool Ellen, you look as sexy as ever," I grabbed her.

"Ohh, 20 minutes up so soon?" And we rolled onto the bed and did it again. Can’t remember the last 2-time! This was great!

"How do yo think this is possible Ellen, I mean people don’t get younger."

"I don’t know Bill, we were sitting in the living room looking at our picture in that book..." she stopped. "The book! Wait a sec..." she ran down stairs and got it. She opened the first page, which was blank.

"Hold on Ellen, something’s not right. That page is blank."

"Yeah, so?"

"So it wasn’t blank, I put a picture of Haley in it when she turned 12."

"You’re right! Maybe it fell out," she offered.

"It was behind pastic, so I don’t think so. Something is definitely up with this book. Let’s, see...the next picture I put in was our wedding picture." We turned the page...that was gone too! "So, what does that mean? We become the age we were in the picture..."

"Then the picture vanishes, and it like, you can’t go back," Ellen said. "What ’s on the next page?"

"Mostly pictures of me. Better not touch that thing!. Hey, I have an idea, lets put in a recent picture and see if we turn back to normal." Now there was a plan!

"Awwww,do we have to? I’m enjoying this!." Ellen winked at me and giggled.

"Ha ha, I am too but we should really see," and with that, i looked for a recent picture of either one of us, and none could be found! Every single one was gone. In our vacation album from last year, only the pictures that didn’t have us in them were still there. There’s the sign post up ahead, next stop.....wow. "Honey, I’m afraid we’re stuck like this!"

"Cool!" she exclaimed. I could see she was taking this hard.

"Wait, what about Haley! It must have affected her too!"

"That picture is only about 6 months old. I don’t think she changed that much, I bet she won’t even notice. I guess we’ll see when we pick her up from camp tomorrow. What will she think of us?" Ellen asked.

"Only that her parents are young and cool. I bet she won’t mind." I looked at the book on our bed.

"Tell me Bill, what picture is next?" She looked at me coyly.

"I put in a picture from a ski trip I went on in college," I answered, not really liking the question. What was she getting at. She grabbed the book and smiled at me. She had a playful look in her eye.

"Can I see?" Ellen started turning the page.

"Ellen, no!" I tried to grab the book but was a little too late. Ellen stared at me, smiled and started laughing.

"Hubba hubba young man! My hot young hubby," she grabbed me and kissed me. Wow, was she sexy and hot! "How old are you in this picture? You said you were in college," she giggled "does that mean you are again?"

"It was taken my junior year. I guess I was, I guess I am, 20." wow. It was a lot to take in.

"This is so cool!" my wife was having fun, anyway. She is so beautiful. When I was this age before, a woman like Ellen would have unobtainable. I would jerk off thinking of women who looked as pretty as her! It was making me really, really horny! She looked horney too, so...we went at it again. I started kissing her over and over, her neck, her breasts and sucking her nipples and....wow, milk! She’s lactating! That did it, I couldn’t hold it in and came. "Hey, no fair!" Ellen said. "Save some for me next time young man!"

"Sorry Ellen," and I felt a little imtimidated by my older sexy wife. "Its just that you’re lactating and it surprised me. You know how I used to love that."

"Well, we were married a few months after Haley was born and I was nursing at the time. Remember how I stained my wedding dress at the reception?"

"That’s right! We had to pretend you spilled a drink on your tits," I laughed. "Ellen, what do we do now? You’re married to a 20 year old! Now what will Haley say?"

"As far as being married to a younger man, why not? I just hope you’re not carded when we go out. We’ll tell Haley the truth. She’s a good kid." She was right.

"I love you Ellen," and with that I kissed her, and we went to bed.

The next morning we showered and dressed. We had to drive up to the camp and pick up Haley. Ellen was beaming. "This is great Bill, I can wear stuff I haven’t been able to for years." She was wearing shorts and a tank, her white bra straps showing. Just looking at her was giving me a hard on, which she noticed and smiled. "Are we frisky already young man? Someone’s hormones are in overdrive!" She kissed me and stopped. "I better be careful, I don’t want to get you too excited," she laughed.

’It would take more than that, Ellen," I grinned. But truthfully not much more than that. It was harder to control myself as I had found out last night. I was still basically the same size as I was, maybe a little thinner and more toned, but my clothes fit. I had on jeans and a tee shirt. We drove up to the camp and found Haleys bunk. She was playing outside with her friends and saw us.

"Hi mom! Wow, you look great! Who’s the hunk?" Haley kissed Ellen.

"The hunk is your father!" I said. Haley studied my face.

"No.......way! Daddy, it is you! I can’t believe it you’re so young! What happened?" Haley asked.

"We’ll tell you on the way home, its a ..." I stopped, as a young girl, maybe 15 or 16, came over to say goodbye to Haley. She was a hottie! I got a little distracted and flustered, then recovered. Ellen’s eyes shot daggers at me (gulp). "Its a pretty strange story."

"Oh, mom, daddy, this is Rachel, she was the bunk CIT. We were buds!" Haley said.

"Pleased to meet you," Rachel said. She looked me up and down. I got a woody and had to adjust my pants. Ellen glared.

"Likewise," I reponded. Are you all packed up and ready Haley? We have a long drive ahead of us."

"Yeah, I’m ready. Bye guys!" she waved to her friends, we loaded up the car and left.

to be continued

 

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