Naked Embrace: Vivid Memories Return

A month ago, I was lying on my side facing my very naked and satisfied Sweetie, while her finger traced slowly along my still-wet and very erect member. She was snuggled in tight within my embrace after she had used her soft lips and magic tongue to show me just how much she had missed me. I had thoroughly enjoyed the welcome home gesture. I held on to her tightly and savored her naked flesh pressed against mine as we continued to run our hands over each other. The scent of her perfume, a heady mix of vanilla and sandalwood, filled the air, intensifying the heat that already pulsed through me. Her breath hitched slightly as she explored my body, her touch a delicate dance of pleasure and anticipation. I pressed closer, feeling the warmth of her skin against my own, the rhythm of our breathing syncing as we lost ourselves in the moment. Her fingers continued their slow, insistent tracing, each stroke a tiny spark igniting a fire within me. The anticipation grew with every passing second, the desire building until it felt almost unbearable. I tightened my grip, pulling her closer, desperate to feel the full measure of her satisfaction. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, as she leaned into me, her weight pressing against mine. My own pleasure reached its peak as she began to move her hips, a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent shivers down my spine. Her lips tasted of desire, a sweet invitation that only she could offer. I responded in kind, my own moans joining hers in a duet of lust and longing. The world faded away, leaving only us, lost in a shared experience of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The sweat glistened on our bodies, a testament to the intensity of our encounter. Her hand moved to my neck, pulling me closer still, her fingers teasing my sensitive skin. I arched my back in response, eager to feel her touch deepen. Suddenly, she pulled away slightly, her eyes meeting mine with an expression of both pleasure and mischief. She whispered, "Thank you, Sweetie. I love the things you do to me," before drawing her finger back down my shaft once more, tracing a path that sent shivers down my spine. "I love your cock," she purred, her voice husky with desire, as she continued to run her finger up and down my shaft, which bobbed up at her touch. "How is my other cock doing?" I asked her, referring to the "Clone-a-Willy" replica of my erection that I had made for her when she was home last. "Is he helping you through the lonely nights?" She paused for a moment, considering my words, before answering with a playful smirk. "Yeah, somewhat, but I much prefer this one," she said, encircling my member with her hand to give him a squeeze. "He squirts, and I love that feeling." Her words sent a jolt of electricity through me, igniting a fresh wave of desire. "How is your 'Sweetie Substitute' doing for you?" she asked, referring to the pink stroker she had given me, as she turned her head up to look at me. "I think I’ve worn that one out. You’ve been gone quite a while now," I said to her as I kissed her forehead. “Well then, let’s see what we can do about that.” Then, rolling away from me, she reached for her iPad on the nightstand. “You’ve got a birthday coming up, too.” My Sweetie was on a mission to keep my equipment in working order as she scoured the internet, looking for something soft and compliant that I could sink my aching member into—something that would remind me of her. “Check under ‘Fleshlight’,” I offered. “I heard something about them from someone on the MH website.” “OOhhh!” my Sweetie 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. Back in the present, that memory teased my somewhat reluctant member, as I still had to complete the task at hand. I toweled off and made my way into the bedroom with my very bouncy and eager member leading the way. I knelt on the bed naked, legs spread apart, revealing a shiny, red, veined cock pointed toward the ceiling. 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 at the entrance, 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 continued to roll my hips and enjoy the wet heat that radiated from her. 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. Back 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. 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. “Oh my God, Sweetie, look what I have for you,” I grunted as I stroked myself for her viewing pleasure. 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!” I remarked, “Well, you usually don’t get to see the results because he’s buried pretty deep somewhere within you.” Back to me in the present again, by myself, on my knees, with a fake set of lips attached to my manhood, I felt the past experiences come back to me in a warm flow as I pumped in and out of the fake pink lips. It was that memory of her offer and of the vision of my swollen shaft moving in and out of her that got me over the edge with the fake lips. I could see the same hard, shiny cock that took her, and I saw it appear and disappear into soft pink folds, and I lost it again. Groaning, I fell forward as I came into the soft lips. Soon, cum ran out of the end of the device, as I had unscrewed the end cap at the end to imagine the wide-open willingness of my Sweetie.

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