No Substitute for the Real Thing, but…

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.

“Thank you Sweetie. I love the things you do to me.” I told her with a big squeeze.

“I love your cock.” She purred 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?”

“Yeah, somewhat, but I much prefer this one”, encircling my member with her hand to give him a squeeze. “He squirts, and I love that feeling.”

“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”, 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 I soft and compliant that I could sink my aching member into 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 to reveal 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 inserts to keep me in fighting trim. I am truly a very lucky man.

I’m at home now as I put 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 had 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 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 that I do 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 and inserted the one with the lips 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 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 was here to watch, I think to myself as my prick grows hard in my hand. I carefully shave the shaft and then down around the boys.

I rinse off the lather and I can see that my prick is definitely interested in what’s next, but I don’t feel that hard ache that my lovely wife produces in me. Taking the soap, I lather up my shaved cock and balls. I work my right hand over the slippery manhood and cup my smooth balls in the other as I imagine that my wife is sitting over on the lid of the toilet watching me.

We actually did that one time. Our shower doors are just clear glass, so she sat with her camera and a big grin as I took myself in hand and worked myself into a full lather as she smiled and took pictures.

“Oh God, my Sweetie, look what I have for you,” I grunted as I stroked myself for her viewing pleasure.

Opening my eyes I could see the head swelling, the veins in my shaft rising to the surface and that hardness that I yearn for began to fill my loins. I worked my hand up and down the firm shaft until I felt the pressure start to build and then I turned quickly to rinse off before I couldn’t stop the explosion. I still had to complete the task at hand for my Sweetie.

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, recalling a time in the past when she had requested that I masturbate in front of her in much the same manner.

This time however, I have a soft pink set of lips ensconced in a hard plastic shell that looks like a flashlight in which to insert my manhood. I’m encouraged by the almost life sized lips and I imagine that they are hers. I take the lube and dribble a bit onto the lips and the head of my penis. I rise up a little and place my cock at the entrance and work the lips over my swollen head.

My length pushes fully into the device and the soft pink lips bump up against my balls and abdomen. Definitely not as hot and slick as my Sweetie, but I push on. I remember 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 move my hand down to turn it. Fully closed it feels like when I first enter my lovely wife, a little tight and with a little resistance as I thrust forward. As I pull my cock back to prepare for another thrust, the sleeve squeezes my shaft with a pleasant sensation.

“Ohh, that’s how it feels when she is sucking on me”, I say to myself, not too bad, as I push forward into her again to repeat the sensation.

For some reason my interest starts to wain and my once rigid cock begins to flag, so I open the far end of the toy to see what this will do. Thrusting forward with less effort this time I am reminded of my Sweetie’s warm welcoming pussy. My heat has warmed the sleeve to some degree and the ease with which my renewed shaft penetrates the soft folds reminds me again of my wife.

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

“God, I miss that woman”, I moan as pound the soft flesh. My shaft appears and disappears into the soft lips. It reminds me of the last time we had sex one morning just a few weeks ago…

Backing up a bit further, the night before that particular morning we had a wonderful time together in the king sized hotel bed with big poofy comforter. My pretty wife was particularly horny and wanted to enjoy a long ride on my more than cooperative member. I just lay back and watched her alternate between bouncing and grinding on my steel shaft. At one point she noticed me just watching and smiling up at her. She had been lost in pleasure, her head back, and breasts forward, swaying in front of me as she took me for herself.

“What? What are you thinking? As she opened her eyes at one point and found me looking at her.

“I am just thrilled to be the guy that 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 privileged to watch as her breathing increased, her bouncing became more intense and she came, clutching my grateful member within her. She slumped forward as she came down, but I continued to slowly push my member into her.

“Are you done with me? I asked with a sly grin.

“Yeah, maybe, no, I don’t know”, she let out between breaths.

“What if I’m not done with you?” I queried as I continued to roll my hips and enjoy the wet heat that radiated from her.

She didn’t respond but remained there bent over, with her hair hanging in my face, taking my thrusts deep into her. I clutched her beautiful round bottom in both hands and continued to drive up into as her as her juices ran down my shaft. Soon my balls were treated to the same warm, wet flow.

Because our reunions are far between and filled with some rather vigorous sex, it can be difficult to get her off multiple times due to overused/under used parts, but I did not sense any discomfort on her part on this occasion, so I continued to bury myself into her as I pulled her buns toward me. In short order I was rewarded for my efforts as I watched her come 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 want to take you from behind”, I offered, my voice full of lust.

“Mmm, I think I can do that”, she purred as 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 her soft hair at the entrance to her as I reached my hand around to pleasure my Sweetie.

“What are you doing?” asked my wife.

“I’m trying to take care of my Sweetie. Are you sore?” I asked.

“No, no I’m not sore, but you don’t have to take care of me. Just take care of yourself”, she responded as she put her hand between her legs to push my raging erection into her soft, wet folds.

I could see her lovely round shaped bottom as she offered it to me that morning and I remembered thinking, where’s my phone?! I actually wanted to get a picture or better yet a video of that lovely bottom as my shaft repeatedly went in and out of her pussy. I considered quickly dismounting to find my phone, but another look at where my stiff cock was going and the offer to take what I wanted and I succumbed to the ache in my loins. Clutching her behind I focused all of my energies on pounding my willing wife. Within too short of a period of time I released myself into my Sweetie and collapsed on her back with a loud moan.

Sorry for the detour, but getting back to me, by myself on my knees with a fake set of lips attached to my manhood, I felt the above narration come back to me in a flash 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.

“That’s not something my Sweetie would have let happen. Every drop of that would have been taken care of, if she was here”, I said to myself as I watched my seed run out the bottom.

God I miss that woman.