Wet Embrace, Vivid Memories

A month ago, I lay on my side, facing my utterly naked and thoroughly satisfied Sweetie, her finger tracing slowly along my still-wet and intensely erect member. She was nestled deep within my embrace after she’d used her soft lips and magic tongue to show me just how much she’d missed me. I had thoroughly enjoyed the welcome home gesture. I held on tight, savoring her naked flesh pressed against mine as we continued to run our hands over each other. The lingering heat from her touch still radiated through my body, a potent reminder of her presence and passion.

“Thank you, Sweetie,” I told her, squeezing her tight with a deep affection. “I love the things you do to me.”

“I love your cock,” she purred, her finger continuing its slow, deliberate dance along my shaft, which bobbed up at her touch. It was a physical manifestation of her desire, a tangible expression of her pleasure, and it sent shivers down my spine.

“How is my other cock doing?” I asked, referring to the “Clone-a-Willy” replica of my erection that I’d crafted for her when she was home last. “Is he helping you through the lonely nights?”

“Yeah, somewhat,” she replied, encircling my member with her hand, giving him a playful squeeze. “He squirts, and I love that feeling.” The thought of her experiencing that particular pleasure, a sensation so uniquely her, filled me with a deep satisfaction.

“How is your ‘Sweetie Substitute’ doing for you?” she inquired, turning her head up to look at me, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. The pink stroker, a recent addition to my arsenal of delights, was clearly fulfilling its role.

“I think I’ve worn that one out,” I said, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. “You’ve been gone quite a while now.” The loss of her touch, her scent, the sheer force of her need, had been a painful absence.

“Well then, let’s see what we can do about that,” she declared, rolling away from me. She reached for her iPad on the nightstand, her movements swift and decisive. “You’ve got a birthday coming up, too.” The prospect of another year without her, another cycle of longing and absence, felt unbearable.

My Sweetie was on a mission to keep my equipment in working order, scouring the internet for something soft and compliant that I could sink my aching member into – something that would remind me of her. The urgency in her actions, the intensity of her desire, fueled my own anticipation.

“Check under ‘Fleshlight’,” I offered, recalling a conversation I’d had with someone on the MH website. “I heard something about them from someone on the MH website.” Her fingers scrolled rapidly across the screen, her eyes scanning the endless array of options.

“Oohhh!” she exclaimed as the site popped open, revealing a plethora of pink lips and custom-formed vaginas, all inviting an intrepid, horny guy to dive in. The sheer volume of choices was overwhelming, but she seemed determined to find the perfect fit.

Let me tell you, we’ve been married for almost 40 years, and over the last ten years or so, my Sweetie takes my pleasure very seriously. We have what I would call romantic sex when we first get back together after separations, but she really likes the playful, multi-position, rowdy, screwing-your-brains-out kind of sex that comes afterward. And she loves my cock. I take pains not to monopolize all the oral sex being for me, but I’ve come to realize she just loves taking that thing in her mouth and devouring it. Sometimes the only way I can get my tongue in edgewise is to let her get busy on me and then work my way up to my hands and knees, turning slowly so that I can get my head between her legs.

We lay in the hotel bed perusing the rather large selection on the page, and my lovely wife aided me in selecting not one, but three Fleshlight inserts to keep me in fighting trim. I am truly a very lucky man. The thought of those toys, designed specifically for her pleasure, filled me with a sense of anticipation. The potential for hours of intense, focused pleasure was almost too much to bear.

As we continued to examine the options, she suddenly exclaimed, “You know, you could always just use my mouth.” Her words hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation all rolled into one. I paused, considering her suggestion, a slow smile spreading across my face. The idea of her taking control, of submitting to my every whim, was undeniably tempting.

“Perhaps,” I replied, my voice dripping with a playful suggestion. “But I think I’ll stick with the toys for now.” The thought of her lips on my cock, her hot breath on my skin, was enough to satisfy me for the moment.

A few weeks later, I was back at home, putting the finishing touches on two stories that I had been working on for my Sweetie. They covered the wild, crazy sex that we had during her last visit home, and the fun time we’d had just a month ago. I wrote both stories from her perspective, based on my observations as a very active participant, and from what I know about my lovely wife. The act of writing, of channeling her desires onto the page, felt strangely intimate, as if I were bringing her closer to me, even in my absence.

When we were last together, she had ordered a set of masturbation toys for me that would be at home when I returned from visiting her. During a recent phone call, she asked me how my new toys were working and that she expected a full report on the results. My fingers flew across the keyboard as I began to describe the sensations, the textures, the sheer abandon of those first few encounters. I wanted her to feel as if she were right there beside me, experiencing every moment of pleasure.

When I write my stories for my Sweetie, I draw upon my memories of our naked time together to recreate the events, and I usually stay pretty aroused as I work on them. As I closed out the stories and shut down the computer, I realized that the pre-cum had been so prolific that it had leaked through my shorts and run down to my bare leg within my jeans. It was a small detail, but one that held a significant amount of meaning.

I sure wish Sweetie was here to help me with this problem, I thought as I stood to re-arrange my stiff cock in my jeans. Then I got to thinking, I do still owe her a story about my new toys, so let’s give one of them a shot. I let the dogs out, then headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wait for the dogs to find their way to the back porch. I went to the drawer with the three soft, pliant pussy substitutes that my very considerate wife had purchased for me, chose the one with the lips—the mouth lips, not the other kind—and inserted it into the firm plastic holder. The dogs barked at the back door, so now I could give them their treat, get them settled, and move on to more pressing matters.

Grabbing a razor, I hopped into the shower and turned the water on hot. My Sweetie loves sucking on my aroused member, so even though she’s not around now, I try to keep it silky smooth for those lovely lips. After soaping up, I stood under the hot water to take some of the tension out of my neck and back. I reached for the shaving cream that she uses on her legs and lathered my growing penis, and for good measure, my balls.

I wish my lovely wife were here to watch, I thought to myself as my prick grew hard in my hand. I carefully shaved the shaft, and then down around the boys. The cool water felt refreshing against my skin, washing away the remnants of the past and preparing me for the task ahead.

I rinsed off the lather, and I could see that my rigid friend was definitely interested in what was next, but I didn’t feel that hard ache that my lovely wife produces in me. Taking the soap, I lathered up my shaved cock and balls. I worked my right hand over the slippery manhood and cupped my smooth balls in the other as I recalled a time in the past when she had requested that I masturbate in front of her.

The memory of her delighted eyes, her gentle touch, her insistent pleas, filled me with a longing so intense it felt like a physical ache. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation, allowing myself to be completely consumed by the desire to recreate those moments. It was a bittersweet experience, knowing that she was not here to share it with me, but the pleasure of the act was undeniable.

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She was perched on the lid of the toilet, watching me in the shower. Our shower doors are just clear glass, so she sat with her camera and a big grin, taking pictures as I took myself in hand and worked myself into a full lather. The sight of her, so focused on my pleasure, made my heart race.

“Oh my God, Sweetie, look what I have for you,” I grunted as I stroked myself for her viewing pleasure. The angle of the light caught the sweat glistening on my skin, highlighting every curve and bulge. It was a deliberate display, an invitation to her to lose herself in the fantasy.

She watched as I pleasured myself—and her too, by all appearances, and by the clicking of the camera. The head of my cock stressed the skin allotted to my member. As it swelled, the veins in my shaft rose to the surface, and that hardness that I yearn for began to fill my loins. I worked my hand up and down my now-iron shaft until I felt the pressure start to build, and I turned quickly to ejaculate towards the drain and away from the glass doors.

As she watched, several arcs of cum launched from my loins, and she exclaimed, “Oh my God, look how far it went!” A shiver ran down my spine as I felt the release, the culmination of my pent-up desire. The sheer force of the expulsion was exhilarating, a testament to the intensity of my passion.

I remarked, “Well, you usually don’t get to see the results because he’s buried pretty deep somewhere within you.” The truth was, she had become accustomed to keeping her distance, to observing my pleasure without participating. But today, I was determined to break through her inhibitions, to show her the depths of my devotion.

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Back in the present, that memory teased my somewhat reluctant member, as I still had to complete the task at hand. I knelt on the bed naked, legs spread apart, revealing a shiny, red, veined cock pointed toward the ceiling. The anticipation built as I waited for her return.

This time, the recipient of my manhood is not my Sweetie, but a soft pink set of lips ensconced in a hard plastic shell that looks like a flashlight. I was encouraged by the almost life-sized lips, and I imagined that they were hers. I took the lube and dribbled a bit onto the lips and the head of my penis. I rose up a little, placed my cock into the center of the plastic lips, and worked the lips over my swollen head.

My length pushed fully into the device, and the soft pink lips bumped up against my balls and abdomen. Definitely not as hot and slick as my Sweetie, but I pushed on. I remembered something from the instructions on the website about being able to vary the suction by turning the cap at the far end of the device, so I moved my hand down to turn it. Fully closed, it felt like the sensation I get when I first enter my lovely wife—a little tight, and with a little resistance as I thrust forward. As I pulled my cock back to prepare for another thrust, the sleeve squeezed my shaft with a pleasant sensation.

“Ohh, that’s how it feels when she is sucking on me,” I said to myself as I pounded the soft faux flesh. My shaft appeared and disappeared into the soft lips. It reminded me of the last time we had sex just a few weeks ago . . .

For some reason, my interest started to wane, and my once-rigid cock began to flag, so I opened the far end of the toy to see what that would do. Thrusting forward with less effort this time, I was reminded of my Sweetie’s warm, welcoming pussy. By this time, my heat had warmed the sleeve to some degree, and the ease with which my renewed shaft penetrated the soft folds reminded me again of my wife.

When we have been screwing for an extended period in the past, she will throw her legs wide open, and her swollen pussy opens fully, as if begging me to fall into her far interior. In response, I would grab both of her buns and thrust deeply into her with abandon.

“What? What are you thinking?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“I am just thrilled to be the guy who gives you that kind of fun. My cock loves having you massage it like that,” I smiled back at her, admiring all those wonderful curves. Bouncing tits, soft shoulders, welcoming hips—I’m in heaven.

She then resumed taking me, and soon I was rewarded for my efforts as I watched her cum again. I had been so consumed with watching her that I hadn’t taken the effort to spill myself into her more-than-willing flesh. Far from being unsatisfied, I felt blessed to have given myself to her, and I helped her roll to her side of the bed to let her recover.

The next morning, the memory of my Sweetie’s midnight ride was fresh in my memory as I woke up stiff and longing for my wife. She was on her side as I moved over to press my strained flesh against her backside. My naked wife stirred and asked, “What have you got in mind?” I replied, “I want to take you from behind,” my voice dripping with a playful suggestion. She rolled to her hands and knees, offering her lovely backside to me. I bounced to my knees directly behind her as I took my vertical member and directed it between her legs. My hard member glided against the soft hair at her entrance as I reached my hand around to pleasure my Sweetie.

“Oh my God, look what I have for you,” I grunted as I stroked myself for her viewing pleasure. The angle of the light caught the sweat glistening on my skin, highlighting every curve and bulge. It was a deliberate display, an invitation to her to lose herself in the fantasy. She watched as I pleaded myself—and her too, by all appearances, and by the clicking of the camera. The head of my cock stressed the skin allotted to my member. As it swelled, the veins in my shaft rose to the surface, and that hardness that I yearn for began to fill my loins. I worked my hand up and down my now-iron shaft until I felt the pressure start to build, and I turned quickly to ejaculate towards the drain and away from the glass doors.

As she watched, several arcs of cum launched from my loins, and she exclaimed, “Oh my God, look how far it went!” A shiver ran down my spine as I felt the release, the culmination of my pent-up desire. The sheer force of the expulsion was exhilarating, a testament to the intensity of my passion.

I remarked, “Well, you usually don’t get to see the results because he’s buried pretty deep somewhere within you.” The truth was, she had become accustomed to keeping her distance, to observing my pleasure without participating. But today, I was determined to break through her inhibitions, to show her the depths of my devotion.

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