Mini-Me's Revenge: Naked Second Chances

The night we initiated the full-sized replica project of my erect penis was a whirlwind of intense passion and shared pleasure, resulting in several hours of unrestrained intimacy within the confines of our home. The following evening, fueled by anticipation, I eagerly awaited a repeat performance, hoping for another opportunity to lose myself in the heat of the moment with my beloved. However, my Sweetie was understandably sore from the previous night’s exertions, so we commenced our activities with a slower pace, savoring each touch and caress.

My curiosity piqued by the results of last night’s endeavor, I summoned my Sweetie to our dressing room, where the meticulously crafted clone awaited concealment within a clear, semi-rigid gel encased in a white plastic tube. With careful precision, I slit the plastic casing along one side, extracting the finished, remarkably detailed copy of my own member. The sight of it sent shivers down my spine, a stark contrast to the raw experience of creation.

As I held the flexible, white, semi-solid gel away, a delicate pink hue began to emerge. My Sweetie, observing my actions from across the room, inquired, “How did it turn out? I wasn’t sure it would be successful, considering you were so distracted last night.”

With a gentle push, I revealed the finished product – a near-perfect imitation of my own erect form. “Wow,” she exclaimed, her voice laced with surprise, “You’ve even captured the cleft at the underside of the head!” The detail was astonishing, a testament to the meticulous care taken during the molding process. It was a truly breathtaking sight, a tangible representation of my own physicality.

“It’s quite remarkable,” I responded, turning to my impressed wife. The sheer scale of the creation struck me as well; it was undeniably larger than the real thing. “It’s impressive, isn’t it?”

The memory of last night’s intense session flooded back, and I instinctively knew what we needed to do for the night ahead. My primal instincts took over, prompting me to consider a story I’d once read about a couple who’d spent an entire evening engaging in playful activities with their favorite toys.

“Honey, let’s try this! You get to play with Mini-me while I’ll indulge in my favorite substitute.” My real member readily accepted the challenge, quickly straining the fabric of my jeans as it assumed the full-fledged posture of the phony phallus in my wife’s hand.

My Sweetie, still somewhat self-conscious about pleasuring herself in front of me, had previously only done so when we were away from home, sending me coded text messages filled with smiley faces at the end to gauge her satisfaction. One particular message, disguised as a technical lab report, described a “Drilling Report” I’d performed while fantasizing about her. Her response, peppered with six enthusiastic smiley faces, suggested a significant build-up of pressure on her end, requiring her to employ a “relief valve” to alleviate the sensation. Nuts, I wished I could have witnessed that firsthand.

Despite her reservations, she eventually agreed to my proposition, eager to participate in this playful re-enactment of GG’s legendary playtime. “Let me take a quick shower and then you can take yours, and I’ll meet you and your friend in the bed,” she said, her voice slightly hesitant.

“Yes ma’am!” I replied, then turned to the bedroom, preparing the scene for our shared indulgence. I ensured that the dogs had been taken out to relieve themselves, dimmed the lights, and lit a scented candle to create an atmosphere of intimacy and anticipation. Finally, I retrieved my favorite soft pink sleeve, complete with a delicate lip design, along with a generous amount of lubricant, placing them both within easy reach on the nightstand.

“OK, showers yours,” my Sweetie called out, beckoning me into the bathroom.

I promptly made my way to the still-running shower, meticulously cleaning every inch of my body, preparing myself fully for her inspection. The anticipation of seeing my Sweetie playing with me and Mini-me was almost unbearable, so I dried off quickly and made my way into the bedroom.

My Sweetie lay sprawled across the bed, holding my clone gently in her hand, examining its intricate details. I knelt beside her, naked and hard, ready to fulfill her desires. She asked, “How do you want me Mister?” somewhat nervously.

As I leaned in, inserting my raging prick into the pink sleeve, I declared, “I’m going to give you a show of what happens when you’re not here, while you take my little friend there and do whatever makes you happy. I want to see what happens when I’m not around and how I earn those smiley faces at the end of your text messages.”

My Sweetie, initially hesitant, relented to my demands, allowing me to take control of the situation. She held my pink associate gently between her fingers, her eyes glued to the unfolding scene. Lying on her back, she slowly rubbed my doppleganger against her sweet lips, her body responding to the physical sensations. I moaned and thrust into her stunt double, letting my engorged head protrude well out of the sleeve for her to see. She reached up with her free hand and pulled me toward her open panting lips. I leaned forward slightly and she took the engorged head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. The sight of two of me entering my Sweetie produced a profound aching. I moaned and with my other hand reached out to cradle a breast with a firm grip.

I love this lady and what she does for me. I would have been content to watch this for quite some time, but unfortunately, my Sweetie began to get sore and uncomfortable, due to our exertions from last night and she had to withdraw Mini-me. I was a little disappointed, but was very grateful for the experience, none the less.

As I started to withdraw from our bed to retrieve hot towels to soothe my Sweetie, she interrupted, “Where are you going? You don’t have to stop. Why don’t you cum on my tits?”

The real me swelled with a renewed vigor. I pulled myself back to her side, kneeling beside her as I prepared for a second round of pleasure. She smiled and cooed “What a nice big cock. I really love the real thing, especially the squirting part!”

She reached up with one hand and placed it alongside of mine as we both worked the fake pussy along my hardened member. She looked at me and our eyes locked.

“Come on, I want to feel your hot cum on my tits!

I hope I give my wife as much pleasure as she gives me. She absolutely makes my day, month, and years worthwhile. Not just the sex, but the everyday encouragement. With her eyes boring into mine, I gave a guttural groan and released a torrent onto her. As the heat spread across her breasts and nipples, I shook and took in the sight of my Sweetie rubbing my cock against her breasts as she cooed and gave me the smile that is mine, all mine.

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