Midnight Deliverance: A Sweetie's Return

My Sweetie was home for a couple of weeks over the holidays, and when she had to leave again, I sent her home with something special. After a number of years of this extended separation, it’s not quite “normal,” but we’ve developed some coping mechanisms.

I came home from work one night, and I was telling her about a news article about a rich guy who got arrested for supposedly falling on an eighteen-year-old girl. By some happenstance, he “fell,” and his male member penetrated the sleeping girl, who promptly woke up and ran out of the apartment and contacted the police. The guy’s attorney put forth the argument that he stumbled and fell into the young girl. The judge found the attorney’s argument plausible, and the rich guy was released. I ventured a guess as to how much money the judge and, possibly the girl, received to extricate the jerk from that little adventure. My Sweetie listened and added her comments on the ludicrous situation while sipping wine. I’m pretty sure it was not her first glass of wine. At one point in the commentary, she blurted out, “I’d like to get paid for sex!”

As I was opening Christmas cards during this conversation, I noticed that there were checks in some of the cards. I handed her the check for $100 from our daughter and son-in-law and said, “Here you go. What will that get me?”

She laughed and said with mock scorn, “Is that all you think I’m worth?”

I opened the card from my parents which revealed another check for $100, so I handed that one over to her.

She looked at me again and considered this latest offer while I continued to open the mail. The card from my son and his wife contained a check for $50, and the card from our vet held only a calendar. I handed over the $50 and the calendar and said, “I’m might have $20 in my wallet, and I get paid tomorrow, how much more do I need?”

She laughed, put the checks down on the buffet, and sauntered over to me. Lifting her wine glass to take another sip, she reached down with her other hand to grab my crotch and said “I’m your whore for the night. When would like to start?”

“Now sounds good to me,” as I unzipped my pants to remove my awakening member. I leaned back against the kitchen counter and stroked my eager friend.

My lady for the evening asked me if I wanted anything for dinner and I replied, “I’m on the clock here and I want to get my money’s worth.”

“Slow down Buster, I’ll make sure you get it,”

I hate to rush through our naked time when we’re together, so I suggested something that we had intended to do on our last visit. My Sweetie is a little shy about masturbating in front of me, so I had ordered one of those “Clone Your Willy” kits to make a semi-working replica of my cock. I read over the instructions before she arrived and knew it was going to take a day or so to make the mold, fill the mold, and then time to cure the finish product, so I wanted to make sure we had enough time to complete the replica of my manhood, complete with vibrator.

“What do you think about working on our “Special Project” tonight?” I asked. “It says in the instructions that I have to keep it as hard as possible for the several minutes it takes the mold to set up. I could really use your assistance, because nothing keeps me harder than my Sweetie in the flesh.”

She giggled and slid her hand around my exposed erection. “I’d love to have two of these to play with! Where are the instructions?”

Moving into the bedroom, she slipped out of her clothes and into her bathrobe and directed me to the shower to shave the model. I quickly scrubbed and carefully shaved my very cooperative friend, then turned to shut the water off. Before I could open the shower door, my lady for the evening approached. She shed her bathrobe, put her finger to my chest and asked me where I was going.

“I’ve got to make sure that thing stays hard. Get back in that shower Mister.”

I turned the water back on as she reached for the soap and my shiny red cock that throbbed at the thought of her touch. After washing me thoroughly the lovely lady reached for the shampoo. Those of you who know me from previous stories know that shampooing my wife is one of my greatest pleasures. Pressing up against her, pulling her close to me, working my fingers into her hair, makes Marriedman a very happy man. As she leaned her head on my shoulder, I reached down with my right hand to guide myself between her legs. Soapy breasts sliding along my chest, her nipples rubbing on mine, I worked my stiff member along her slippery entrance and hung on to the love of my life.

Step one: Mix powder with water at precisely 90 degrees for 2 minutes and pour mixture into the clear plastic tube. Insert erect penis into solution and maintain erection for at least two minutes.

My lady’s contribution to this effort included standing beside me and holding her tits together so I could lick her nipples while I inserted my very erect penis into the gooey mess. After the shower and playing with her succulent breasts, I had trouble deflating my friend so that I could pull him out of the mold without messing up the fresh impression, even after the time limit specified in the instructions.

As there was nothing further we could do but wait 24 hours for the mold to cure, and I still had a very large boner and a lady for the evening, I hit the shower to clean up and decide what I wanted to do with her.

Exiting the shower, I grabbed my bathrobe and caught up with my prize in the living room. I had decided on “Interval Training” for this lady tonight. I would screw her in the position of my choosing for five minutes and then rest for 30 minutes before pleasuring myself with her in whatever manner might strike me at the time.

She was in her bathrobe sitting on the couch in the middle of the living room, sipping on her wine, when I came into the living room.

“Get behind this couch and bend over. I need to feel that soft pussy wrapped around me.”

Taking a last sip, she rose and came over to the back side of the couch. Her eyes were on me as she approached me with that smile. The smile that’s mine. Her robe was open as she came toward me and I opened mine to show her what her she had created so far. My lady turned away from me bending slightly at the waist and resting her arms on the back of the couch. I pulled her robe up and off to the side as I took the base of my prick to slowly guide the head, which throbbed with each heartbeat, to her opening. Pushing slowly forward I slid in effortlessly. Her soft interior closed around my rigid phallus and we both sighed in union as we savored the first thrust.

“It’s so big, I’m not used to having that big thing in me,” she moaned.

I pulled out slowly and felt my head at her entrance. Slowly I inserted just the head into her, just rocking while holding firmly onto her beautiful round hips. My member strained at the sensation of her heat and I drove into her and repeated the gentle rocking only deeper this time. She moaned and pressed her bottom hard against me. I withdrew and rammed back into her repeatedly, enjoying myself and her moans immensely.

After five minutes of grinding and thrusting I knew I needed to stop or I would burst into her. “All right, break time,” I said as my heart beat with tremendous force in my chest. I reluctantly withdrew from her, “Thirty minutes to rest and then you’re going to suck me.”

“Ohhh… do I have to wait? I want your cock now,” she purred and turned to face me. Her hand reached out for me, tenderly stroking my throbbing member. The wine was kicking in now and I knew that Sweetie wanted me in her, in any way shape or orifice.

I forced myself, and her to sit down to watch whatever was on TV to distract myself from those beautiful tits and her most welcoming pussy. It’s very hard to go from abstinence to stud in just a few days and I needed to buy some time. Sitting on the couch she picked up her wine with her right hand, as the left one made its way into my robe searching for the toy I had withdrawn from her. Finding it, she closed her hand around it, purring as she leaned over in an attempt to take me between those lovely lips. I reached across her with my right arm to hold her back, but also so that I could slide my fingers into her warm opening. I opened my robe so she could play and enjoy the sights while I played in her soft, wet pussy.

“Is it time yet?” she pleaded to me.

“We’ve got 15 more minutes, young lady,” I said as my fingers found their way into her. I love how hot and full she feels.

“I want your cock Mister”. I’m your whore and you need to fuck me.”

As much as I was enjoying running my fingers along the swollen lips of my Sweetie, her words made me ache. Ready or not, I had to have her.

Dragging her into the spare bedroom I told her to lie across that bed and spread those legs. I took hold of my cock, briefly rubbing my engorged prick along her welcome lips, then fell into her. I groaned with great pleasure as I rocked in her embrace and we became one.

I let her have it, first with full, deep thrusts, then slowly pushing into her enjoying the sensation as my head moved along her molten interior. Her head fell back to the bed as I continued to push hard and fast and she moaned and whimpered with pleasure. My Sweetie continued to beg for mercy but I couldn't stop. Finally she reached her limit and came to a sudden halt.

“Stop, stop or I’m going to cum!” she said.

I pulled out slowly and felt my head at her entrance. Slowly I inserted just the head into her, just rocking while holding firmly onto her beautiful round hips. My member strained at the sensation of her heat and I drove into her and repeated the gentle rocking only deeper this time. She moaned and pressed her bottom hard against me. I withdrew and rammed back into her repeatedly, enjoying myself and her moans immensely.

After another five minutes of grinding and thrusting I knew I needed to stop or I would burst into her. “All right, break time,” I said as my heart beat with tremendous force in my chest. I reluctantly withdrew from her, “Thirty minutes to rest and then you’re going to suck me.”

“Ohhh… do I have to wait? I want your cock now,” she purred and turned to face me. Her hand reached out for me, tenderly stroking my throbbing member. The wine was kicking in now and I knew that Sweetie wanted me in her, in any way shape or orifice.

I forced myself, and her to sit down to watch whatever was on TV to distract myself from those beautiful tits and her most welcoming pussy. It’s very hard to go from abstinence to stud in just a few days and I needed to buy some time. Sitting on the couch she picked up her wine with her right hand, as the left one made its way into my robe searching for the toy I had withdrawn from her. Finding it, she closed her hand around it, purring as she leaned over in an attempt to take me between those lovely lips. I reached across her with my right arm to hold her back, but also so that I could slide my fingers into her warm opening. I opened my robe so she could play and enjoy the sights while I played in her soft, wet pussy.

“Is it time yet?” she pleaded to me.

“We’ve got 15 more minutes, young lady,” I said as my fingers found their way into her. I love how hot and full she feels.

“I want your cock Mister”. I’m your whore and you need to fuck me.”

As much as I was enjoying running my fingers along the swollen lips of my Sweetie, her words made me ache. Ready or not, I had to have her.

Dragging her into the spare bedroom I told her to lie across that bed and spread those legs. I took hold of my cock, briefly rubbing my engorged prick along her welcome lips, then fell into her. I groaned with great pleasure as I rocked in her embrace and we became one.

I let her have it, first with full, deep thrusts, then slowly pushing into her enjoying the sensation as my head moved along her molten interior. Her head fell back to the bed as I continued to push hard and fast and she moaned and whimpered with pleasure. My Sweetie continued to beg for mercy but I couldn’t stop. Finally she reached her limit and came to a sudden halt.

“Stop, stop or I’m going to cum!” she said.

I pulled out slowly and felt my head at her entrance. Slowly I inserted just the head into her, just rocking while holding firmly onto her beautiful round hips. My member strained at the sensation of her heat and I drove into her and repeated the gentle rocking only deeper this time. She moaned and pressed her bottom hard against me. I withdrew and rammed back into her repeatedly, enjoying myself and her moans immensely.

After another five minutes of grinding and thrusting I knew I needed to stop or I would burst into her. “All right, break time,” I said as my heart beat with tremendous force in my chest. I reluctantly withdrew from her, “Thirty minutes to rest and then you’re going to suck me.”

“Ohhh… do I have to wait? I want your cock now,” she purred and turned to face me. Her hand reached out for me, tenderly stroking my throbbing member. The wine was kicking in now and I knew that Sweetie wanted me in her, in any way shape or orifice.

I forced myself, and her to sit down to watch whatever was on TV to distract myself from those beautiful tits and her most welcoming pussy. It’s very hard to go from abstinence to stud in just a few days and I needed to buy some time. Sitting on the couch she picked up her wine with her right hand, as the left one made its way into my robe searching for the toy I had withdrawn from her. Finding it, she closed her hand around it, purring as she leaned over in an attempt to take me between those lovely lips. I reached across her with my right arm to hold her back, but also so that I could slide my fingers into her warm opening. I opened my robe so she could play and enjoy the sights while I played in her soft, wet pussy.

“Is it time yet?” she pleaded to me.

“We’ve got 15 more minutes, young lady,” I said as my fingers found their way into her. I love how hot and full she feels.

“I want your cock Mister”. I’m your whore and you need to fuck me.”

As much as I was enjoying running my fingers along the swollen lips of my Sweetie, her words made me ache. Ready or not, I had to have her.

Dragging her into the spare bedroom I told her to lie across that bed and spread those legs. I took hold of my cock, briefly rubbing my engorged prick along her welcome lips, then fell into her. I groaned with great pleasure as I rocked in her embrace and we became one.

I let her have it, first with full, deep thrusts, then slowly pushing into her enjoying the sensation as my head moved along her molten interior. Her head fell back to the bed as I continued to push hard and fast and she moaned and whimpered with pleasure. My Sweetie continued to beg for mercy but I couldn’t stop. Finally she reached her limit and came to a sudden halt.

“Stop, stop or I’m going to cum!” she said.

I pulled out slowly and felt my head at her entrance. Slowly I inserted just the head into her, just rocking while holding firmly onto her beautiful round hips. My member strained at the sensation of her heat and I drove into her and repeated the gentle rocking only deeper this time. She moaned and pressed her bottom hard against me. I withdrew and rammed back into her repeatedly, enjoying myself and her moans immensely.

After another five minutes of grinding and thrusting I knew I needed to stop or I would burst into her. “All right, break time,” I said as my heart beat with tremendous force in my chest. I reluctantly withdrew from her, “Thirty minutes to rest and then you’re going to suck me.”

“Ohhh… do I have to wait? I want your cock now,” she purred and turned to face me. Her hand reached out for me, tenderly stroking my throbbing member. The wine was kicking in now and I knew that Sweetie wanted me in her, in any way shape or orifice.

I forced myself, and her to sit down to watch whatever was on TV to distract myself from those beautiful tits and her most welcoming pussy. It’s very hard to go from abstinence to stud in just a few days and I needed to buy some time. Sitting on the couch she picked up her wine with her right hand, as the left one made its way into my robe searching for the toy I had withdrawn from her. Finding it, she closed her hand around it, purring as she leaned over in an attempt to take me between those lovely lips. I reached across her with my right arm to hold her back, but also so that I could slide my fingers into her warm opening. I opened my robe so she could play and enjoy the sights while I played in her soft, wet pussy.

“Is it time yet?” she pleaded to me.

“We’ve got 15 more minutes, young lady,” I said as my fingers found their way into her. I love how hot and full she feels.

“I want your cock Mister”. I’m your whore and you need to fuck me.”

As much as I was enjoying running my fingers along the swollen lips of my Sweetie, her words made me ache. Ready or not, I had to have her.

Dragging her into the spare bedroom I told her to lie across that bed and spread those legs. I took hold of my cock, briefly rubbing my engorged prick along her welcome lips, then fell into her. I groaned with great pleasure as I rocked in her embrace and we became one.

I let her have it, first with full, deep thrusts, then slowly pushing into her enjoying the sensation as my head moved along her molten interior. Her head fell back to the bed as I continued to push hard and fast and she moaned and whimpered with pleasure. My Sweetie continued to beg for mercy but I couldn’t stop. Finally she reached her limit and came to a sudden halt.

“Stop, stop or I’

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