18 comments/ 36469 views/ 13 favorites A Friend's Dead Wife By: 33WastedYears I never know what to say in situations like this. Nothing I can say is gonna make him feel any better. You can't replace a wife who's never coming back. It's one of those bad things that happen in life, but you can't beat someone up over it. Hitting walls with your fist just adds to the frustration. I'm sure she didn't want to die anymore that he wanted her to, but cancer is an equal opportunity killer. It is totally random, and universally painful to all it touches. It takes from everyone within reach. Young, old, single, or married. The cruelty showing in the non-prejudicial selection process. They had been married 30 years; he couldn't remember when they weren't in love. After 30 years of developing a mutual dependence, its very foundation has been whisked away. But it was even more cruel in its swiftness. Less than a month ago she was diagnosed. Less than a week ago she was dead. How are you expected to go on? A part of you has been cut away. Who do you turn to now for help? The one you depended on for that is gone - leaving an unfillable black hole. They had been so well matched, so perfect for each other, as much as I had ever seen. Anyone who had ever been to one of their famous BBQ's would agree with me. They worked so well together in the kitchen and at the grill, as if they were one person working toward the same goal. Loving, giving, so perfectly suited for each other. Why doesn't this happen to two people who hated each other? It would be more humane. Alex never came to work complaining about anything at home. He'd call her his "angel," speaking only in glowing terms about her. I was jealous, when I compared our marriages, Sandi and I argued most of the time. She had cheated on me. After his wife's death Alex was stuck in an endless loop of depression and a deep sense of personal loss. Everyone in the office had offered their condolences, along with their advice, sure to snap him out of the doldrums. But, as hard as they tried, he came to realize that he was impervious to any help. After a few months, however, the consensus was that we could see some real progress the first time he went out on a date. Then soon after, another date, followed by another with an attractive divorcee. But none seemed to keep his interest for more than a handful of dates. For one reason or another, something would happen between them and they ended up going their separate ways. Our guess was - the new interest could not replace his dead wife. I was elected to talk to him about it. I was as close to him as anyone. We had worked side by side for 6 years. "Alex, I've got no clue what you're going through," Dave started after the waitress had delivered their second round of drinks. "I know it's different than a divorce. Your ex-wife is out of your life, but she's still alive. And as long as she's alive, there's always a chance to get her back. But when she's not alive..." I didn't want to trample already tender feelings. "You have no idea what you're talking about." He swirled his glass, tinkling the ice cubes in his single-malt. It had become his drink of preference since his wife died. "True," I admitted in all honesty, "but it doesn't mean I have no concern for your feelings. I've never experienced what you and your wife experienced together. And I'm never going to tell you how to feel or what you need to 'get over it and move on.' Only you will know when that is, if ever." "That's the most honest thing anyone has said to me. It doesn't help the hurt at all, but it's honest." "I'm just concerned, Alex. I want to tell you to commemorate who she was in the good times. That's the best way I can think of to honor her. You've told me of a lifetime of good times and just a handful of bad times." He thought for a moment before admitting, "We did have more than our share of good times." "Then remember those." There was an awkward silence. "Look, you've been an a few dates. How have those gone?" "Well, they've been very nice women. Nice looking, great personalities. But...when it comes time to get intimate, I just can't." "Too many ghosts?" "You know, too many people in the bed." I was trying to tread lightly without opening the wounds again, "I'm sure you've already thought about why." "Yeah, I have. I can't forget her. We were so good together in bed. I just can't stop the comparisons. Other women always come up short." His mind wandered back to an earlier time, the alcohol loosing a flood of memories he had suppressed for so long. He was lost in a world of one. "She just knew how to love me like nobody else. I could not get enough of her body. It was built for me. There wasn't one thing I didn't like about her body. A lot of men don't like their women unless they look like a lingerie model. But she was curvy and beautiful to me. From the time she hit her 40's, she became the body of my fantasies. I loved the little of ring of baby fat just below her breasts. Her thighs were soft and inviting. I loved to cup her silky, round bottom in my hands and squeeze until they were warm to my touch. But her most unforgettable feature, by far, was her tits. I would push her blouse aside and the cups of her bra, move my hands across her tits, lightly chafing her nipples beneath my hands until they were stiff and so sensitive that the slightest suggestion of a touch would make her back arch off the bed. They were full and round - perfectly shaped 38DD's. I'll never be able to replace that. She just knew how to do me so well." He stopped abruptly, as if he had revealed something very personal. After a moment, he proceeded, only more guarded, "Every time at that place with a new woman, it's almost like I'm cheating on her. It just falls apart from there. It's nobody's fault but mine." "Wow. I can imagine how that would kill the mood with a new lady." "And she was so fun sexually. There wasn't anything she wouldn't try. I don't know why I'm telling you all this. It must be the scotch." He continued with a smile of remembrance on his face. "She even had an exhibitionist streak in her. She loved to show off her body. We put up some pictures on the Internet. They were hot. I'll give you the website. Check them out. She would have loved to show off for you. Who can measure up to that?" He seemed more comfortable talking about it, seeing that I was genuinely concerned. Like he needed to get it off his chest. "That kinda makes it tough on anyone who tries to follow that. But, to be fair, it took you 30 years to mesh like that. It will take some time to get there with another woman. It will never be the same. It might be better in some ways and worse in others, but it can never be the same. You were two individuals with two particular sets of likes and dislikes who knew each other for over 3 decades. Any other person is going to be different. But, with another person, it can be better in some areas." He understood, or I think he did. He nodded his head in agreement anyway. It was probably something he had already thought about. Regardless, my heart went out to him. I think how similar my situation could have been like his, easily. Sandi and I came so close to nuclear winter in our relationship. Before our agreement. We are closer new than we have been in years. We're both happy and sexually satisfied. Our new arrangement gave me the confidence to reach out to Alex. To try to him help to move on from his dead wife. Just before I went to bed I sat down with my laptop and checked my email and bank balances. Then I remembered the slip of paper with the website that Alex had given me. I typed the address and was directed to a porn site featuring Amateur-submitted porn. Actual people who subscribed to the channel would upload photos and videos of themselves for display to the world. They all really seemed to enjoy exposing themselves. I entered the user name in the search box. The page opened and my jaw dropped. There was image after image of the most gorgeous woman. I kept thinking, "This can't be. It's uncanny. Unbelievable." The tits, the thighs, the little roll of fat he had described to me, and many other things he didn't describe were there on the screen. The tits were so familiar to me because I had seen identical ones for the last 33 years. She could have been an identical body twin to Sandi. The face and hair were different, but not by much. It was spooky. It was like his wife's head had been flawlessly Photoshopped onto Sandi's body. When I saw the photos of his wife on display there, I knew then what I could do for him. Something no one else could do for him. Plus, with our new arrangement, I could also give Sandi something else she craved - a new cock. I thought to see if he had any pictures of himself on the website, just to see how "happy" I was going to make her. When I saw his cock hanging halfway down his thigh, only half-hard, I could hear her pussy watering from here. I knew it would not be a "hard" sell at all. "Hey, Hon. Are we ready for tonight?" "Who is it?" "The guy from church." "Which one?" "The guy with all the kids." "I'll never understand that. It seems to me he's already had his quota of pussy." "I still feel sorry for him. After their last child was born, his wife cut him off totally." "That's kinda drastic, isn't it? They could use condoms or something. " "She doesn't believe in birth control. That's why they have all those kids in the first place. She didn't want to get pregnant anymore, so she cut him off. I mean, just look at him. He walks around with a perpetual hard on. I always look forward to fucking him, he appreciates it so much. He's so gentle and loving. Plus, I do love his cock. I can figure out why he has so many kids. If it were me, with a cock his size, I'd use birth control. She's stupid cutting herself off from that pleasure stick. I couldn't. "I don't understand women. How they can make a unilateral decision to stop having sex. And fully expect the husband to go along with their decision, while remaining faithful to them when they're not acknowledging their husband's needs at all." "I used to do that to you, remember?" "It caused a lot of problems, too. Almost cost us our marriage." "But if it weren't for women like that, I'd have a lot more free time. If they don't want that dick, I'm here to fuck 'em for ya. They're the best ones to fuck. They take anything you have to give them. Whatever you do for them makes them feel like a man again and they will bust a nut to show their appreciation." "Anyway, that's the guy tonight?" "Yeah" "What time?" "6:00. He said he can't get home too late." "OK. I'll have everything set up for you. Oh, wait. Is this the guy who gave you a bath last time?" "Yes! It was so hot. He paid so much attention to the smallest details. I felt worshipped. He was so gentle drying me off after lifting me out of the tub." She remembered dreamily, "He laid me on the bed. Then he put his arm around me and roughly pulled me closer until my ass was firmly pressed against his belly. He speared me with his stiff prick in one hard thrust. He had me so hot and receptive from the bath and erotically charged that he only had to press his open palm against my mound and my inner walls would contract around his cock like a fist, massaging him until it squeezed the cum from his balls. I think he was ready to leave his wife. I like it when they say that." "It's not really fair to the guy's wife. There's no way she can fuck him like you do. She can't be as insatiable as you." It was true. She just plain loved to fuck. He knew first-hand her body was custom-built for it. Perfectly adapted to pleasure. And not only her body, her mind was geared to think about giving and receiving sexual pleasure. She loved to spend time thinking about fucking. She wanted to feel good and wanted him to feel good. "I'd take you down right now it we had the time. I can wait until afterwards." He knew she'd still be floating on an orgasmic cloud. He loved it when she was like that. "You're sweet to say that. I hope he's as ready for me tonight as I am for him. I'm gonna need him pumping me with that piston. Then I'll want you next. " "I'll definitely be ready. How big is he," I asked, trying to imaging what she considered big, and whether she would consider Alex big, or not. "Not gigantic, but substantial enough I'm not gonna miss it going deep. Maybe 7 ½"-8" and nicely thick." I knew then that she would love Alex. I had to see the look in her eyes, so I added coyly, "Do you think you could find somewhere to bury a solid 10"+, Jimmy Dean breakfast sausage-sized horse cock?" "Don't toy with me David. You know how I am. Just thinking about a pussy mauler that big makes me throb. You'd better not be fucking with me. Where would you get this 'sausage'?" "No. 'Fucking with me' and 10"+ don't go together. It's just an idea right now, but we can talk afterwards. You said it won't be too late." "OK. I need to get ready. Just don't forget." Later that evening Sandi stepped out of the tub after a particularly enjoyable fuck session with a "regular". Dave stepped into the super-heated bathroom and assumed the duty of drying her off. He adored her body with his hands, tenderly attending to her perfect breasts. He lowered his face to her chest, extended his tongue. Her nipple melted against his tongue like sugar. He moved to the other one and polished it as well, with long, loving licks that left her gasping with desire. She let her fingers stroke through his hair as he venerated her body. He embraced her in his arms. The heat of his erection warmed her belly, and the hairs on his chest tickled her nipples, hardening them further. Between her thighs she began to ache longingly. The lips of her pussy became swollen and warm. His loins filled with molten fire. He backed her to the bed, turned her. She fell to the mattress face first, her ample, full, round ass rising from the bed like a mountain height begging to be conquered. He spreads her legs slightly and lay on top of her. With one plunge, he filled the cave on the mountain side. She moaned his name. She was still sexually activated from her earlier session. Her body was still alive and responding aggressively. He moved in and out. She raised her ass to meet the smooth thrusts. Each one taking her breath, but she couldn't deny herself the fantastic sensations they provided. It was like being bathed in warm vanilla pudding when he exploded deep inside her. He turned her over onto her back. Cupping her head in his hands, he scanned her face, taking in every familiar feature. His lips plucked lightly at hers playfully. "I'm glad I didn't lose you. This is so much fun." "We're much better now. And I like it, too. We can just enjoy each other without the pressure." She felt compelled to reach up and softly kiss him on the mouth. Their hands entwined between them. "You forgot, didn't you," she said, snapping briefly out of her euphoria. "Actually, I didn't have to remember. Once I mentioned a 10"+ cock to you, I knew I wouldn't have to remember anything. You'd never forget something like that," he turned to her, with a gleam in his eye he says, "You wanna see it?" "See it? How can you do that?" "You wanna see it or not?" "YES!! Gimme, gimme, gimme, " she said with all the giddiness of a school girl. "Let me get my laptop." He got out of bed quickly and retrieved his laptop. He navigated to his friend's website and loaded his friend's picture, turning the screen so she couldn't see it, hiding it for maximum effect. He wanted to build up his friend in her eyes so she would be so excited she couldn't say no. He was preparing for a real sales job, then he thought, "Wait a minute. 'Anytime, anyplace, anyone.' And this 'anyone' had a bazooka between his legs. She'd be begging HIM to get it for her. Sales job? Yeah, right. He slowly turned the screen around to her. Dave focused on Sandi's face as the huge salami came into view. He wanted to see her first reaction. Her eyes flew open wide and her mouth formed a silent "O". The photos were a side shot and a frontal shot. Both showed the massive cock in all of its erect glory. "Ooh," she said to herself. "Where's that bad boy been hiding?" "Inside his wife exclusively." "Lucky girl." Then something occurred to her, "But you said I can I have it? Is that true?" "Do you want it?" "Fuck, yea, I want it. Is it too big for his wife or something?" "Not exactly." "Why would she NOT be impaling her pussy 3 times a day on that boner?" "Well, that's the problem. She died a year and a half ago of cancer." "No. Poor guy. Friend of yours?" "Yeah. We work together. I've talked to you about him. Since she died, he can't get over her. He's been with other women, but can't get his wife out of his bed." "What a waste of such prime fuck meat." "Let me show you the problem and see if you can't come up the same solution I did." He turned his laptop back around and located the images of the wife. He turned the laptop back to her and clicked on the first image. "Oh. My. God." "Yeah, that's what I'm saying." "It's like looking in a mirror. The resemblance is uncanny. She could be a body double. We are built almost identical. Wow. Do my tits look that good?" "Every bit as fuckable and suckable. I thought you guys were twins, or something." "I can see the resemblance, but what's that got to do with me? I hope you've got a plan to give me that horse cock to play with." "Sort of a plan. Here's the deal. He's having trouble getting back in the sex game because he can't get her out of his head when he's with another woman. Evidently, they really had a special bond, sexually. He'll never get over her if this continues. My idea is (and was confirmed when I saw her pictures) to have you fuck him, helping him forget his wife." "That's all there is to it? Just fuck him? "Well, you would have to use your acting skills and pretend to be his wife. Fuck him like she used to, then guide him from her to you, then on to other women. It's a chance to help him bridge the gap from his wife to other women. A chance for him to experience his wife one last time, hopefully helping him to move on. Meanwhile, you get to rut that pecker till you can't walk. What do you think? Could you sacrifice your cunt to ride that?" "Are you kidding? I'd give an Academy Award winning performance to get a chance to pump that pogo stick. I can feel the burn already. Plus, the best part is, I actually get to help someone else, instead of it just being for me. When do see this happening?" "He doesn't know about you yet. I'll have to tell him. I wanted to ask you first. I figured you'd jump all over that, but I wanted to ask you first. Who knows, he may not want to do it under these circumstances. I'll talk to him and let you know." "Please, please, please get it for me," she begged in her little girl voice. "Don't hold back, Sandi. Tell me you REALLY feel. You're such a slut," the sarcasm thick in his voice. "Alex," he continued, "I may have something that may help you with your 'female' problem." "Dave, it was embarrassing enough talking about it the first time, and painful. You only got what you got out of me because of the liquor." "I know. I know. I feel bad for bringing it up. I could see how it made you feel. I figured I owe you something." "It's OK. It's bound to happen. It is what it is. So many things we did together over 30 years. I'll never be free of her memory." "Well, forgive me for continuing to interfere, but I really think I may have stumbled onto a way for you to ease back into the saddle with no pressure." "C'mon, Dave. Once was enough." "Well, you felt it was important enough to discuss it with me before. I took that confidence seriously. What you shared with me will die with me. I'd never discuss it with anyone else. I know how difficult it was for you to share." A Friend's Dead Wife "Thanks, Dave. You said you may have some help. What kind of help." "Well, before I start I wanted to tell you I checked out the website you gave me." "And...," his eyes brightened instantly, "She's hot isn't she. I told you." "Oh, yeah, she's hot alright. I was in love. I can understand how you could fall in love with that. She's totally gorgeous." "Now you know why it's so hard to move on. She's perfect. No one else can be that perfect." "Well, you gotta think about this. No other woman will ever replace your wife, right. She was a prime specimen. But, just as you enjoyed learning her body with all of its intricacies, you get the chance to do that all over again. Except this time you have a much better idea how and where to look, thanks to her sharing herself. Things will be different with another woman, but you are at least familiar with the landscape now because of what you two did together." "I never thought about it like that. It's another gift she left me. She's still giving. Still taking care of me. But is it enough to get me to the next wife? I can only hope. Thank you." "I hope it helps. But I had a little more in mind than just words. Something a little more tangible. Something a little more familiar." "Now I'm really confused." "What if I could offer you a way to transition to the next light of your life? A way to learn with no strings attached and no judgment? You could consider it Spring Training. A way to practice without any negative consequences. With a coach who's a good friend. Sound tempting?" "I have no idea what you're talking about, Dave." "That's OK, Alex. You don't have to commit right now. I have only one important question." "OK, I'll bite...What?" "What would you give to fuck your wife again?" His face turned red as he exploded, "Fuck, Dave, " He couldn't believe what he just heard. "Is this some kind of sick joke to you? To make fun of my loss?" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, Alex. It's not a joke to me. Believe me. I can help you in a way no one else can. Are you free on Friday night?" His curiosity at what Dave had said calmed him for the moment. "I don't trust you." "This is on the level. Trust me, Alex. I can do what I say." "Well, now you got my curiosity up. It's what you probably wanted all along," he smiled. "If you're going to this length to help me, I guess I can be free on Friday. What is it, a blind date?" "Well, yes, and no" "There you go again. Can't you give me a straight answer?" "Just trust me. I only want what's best for you. I truly mean that as a friend who's concerned about you. Can you be at my house on Friday around 7:30 PM?" "Sure. As fate would have it, my schedule's curiously clear." "OK. You know where I live, right?" "Yeah, I know it. 7:30 right?" "Right." "Do I need to bring anything?" "Nope. Not a thing. I've already got everything you're gonna need. Just clean up good and look and smell presentable." "OK. See you on Friday." Dave couldn't wait to get home to tell Sandi he just got her a massive dick to stretch her out. Plus she would feel like she's really helping someone else while getting what she craves. It was a win-win-win situation. So, everything was set for Friday night. Dave got home around 5:30. Sandi was already getting ready for Alex. Over the past few days, she had studied the pictures on the website very closely to match his wife's features. She painted her fingernails and toenails the same color as the pictures. She trimmed and shaped her bush like the pictures. Fixed her hair the same and applied makeup to look like her. Dave had told her that she was a secret that Alex wasn't expecting. Dave had quizzed Alex on various aspects of their lovemaking habits and idiosyncrasies. Things she did to him that he liked. He didn't bother to tell Sandi about Alex's habit of cumming in his wife's mouth without warning. Dave was gambling that Alex would be so wrapped up in the moment that he wouldn't tell Sandi he was about to blow. He couldn't wait to see the look on Sandi's face when her cheeks filled with his cum, knowing she wouldn't say anything because of the situation. She would just have to swallow it, something she did not like to do often, because of Alex's feelings. It was a rich situation. The anal sex made it better also. He knew Alex and his wife loved anal sex. Hopefully, he would give Dave some pointers. Alex had no idea what waited at Dave's house that night, but Dave had said it would be a unique situation. He was curious. He knocked on the door. Dave answered a few seconds later. "Come on in. I have some Cabernet breathing right now. Let me get you a glass." "OK, sounds perfect. It'll help calm my nerves, since I have no way of knowing what you have for me." "Oh, I'm not going to do anything to you. That's up to your not-so-blind-date. She'll take care of you." "I can't believe you're going to all this trouble just to help me." "Oh, you'll believe soon enough." They talked for a few minutes, sipping the wine, giving Alex a chance to get rid of the butterflies. It was working. They were talking and laughing when Sandi came out of "the Room." She was completely naked except for the heels she wore. There were white with black polka dots, a red bow on the toe and a 2 ½" heel. Tall enough to highlight her thigh and calf muscles, but not enough to me dangerous or uncomfortable. Around her neck was the string of pearls Dave had given her for Christmas a few years before. And that was it. The way she had fixed her hair and makeup to look like the website, they could have passed for twins. Alex couldn't see her yet. Not hearing her come in, he was curious what Dave was looking at. Whatever it was, Dave couldn't tear his eyes away. He was about to ask what was so interesting when Dave stood up, nodded his head and said, "Alex, I'd like you to meet my wife, Sandi. But, really, I think you might already know her. Sandi stepped around the corner and walked, no, "walked" is way too tame - she sashayed over to Alex, hips swaying lewdly. Her eyes locked on his. Alex was stunned, unable to speak or even move. I thought he was going to spill his wine, so I stepped over and took it from his hand. Sandi stopped directly in front of him, her legs outside his knees, placing her naked crotch at eye level. She held out her hands, indicating she wanted him to move to the edge of the couch. He took her hands in a most reverent grasp and pulled himself up to a sitting position. I had told Sandi the name of his wife's favorite perfume, which she was wearing now. You could see that Alex was carried away to another place on the wings of a sweet memory. He closed the few inches between them and feathered his lips on the softness of her belly. One that he remembered well. Probably just like they had done countless times before - a well-rehearsed dance of love between two intimate friends. He moved his face around the area he could reach, doing nothing but smelling her scent, breathing her in as if she were bringing him to life with every intake of breath. He moved to where her breasts merged. It was like he was in awe of the moment. He raised his lips to the underside of her right breast, lifted his chin and dusted it with a kiss of remembrance, of honor, or tender memory. He slowly closed his moistening eyes. Sandi sensed what was happening. She was now transformed into someone else. It was an odd feeling. Her body was being consumed in a most sacred way, but she knew it was not her in his brain at this moment. She was a surrogate to a familiar place, and she was OK with it. She kept trying to sneak looks at his crotch. He continued caressing her breasts flicking kisses against her skin. He was so enclosed in the mist of memories. He knew he had to slow down. As if, when he finished, the clock would strike midnight, and she would die all over again. He longed to lose himself within her body, but more than that he wanted the so-familiar merging of their hearts as well. His breath touched her first, followed by his lips, whispering words of love. Sandi held his head in place, like it was going anywhere in the foreseeable future. This could go on all night at this pace. Neither of them seemed inclined to go any faster. She was enraptured with the reverence with which he touched her. It was something she had longed for, but had never experienced it at this level. She loved her husband, but there had always been something in the way of this kind of intimacy. She suddenly felt both filled and empty. Filled with the feelings of love Alex was giving her, and empty, regretting what she had missed by ignoring these very same overtures from her husband. She felt as one with two men in that moment. She pledged to herself that their life would be different from now on. He placed his hands on her shoulders and turned them around, gently suggesting she sit on the edge of the couch. He rolled his shirt up and over his head. He undid his trousers, but it was Sandi's hands that pushed them down over his ass, along with his boxers. She was playing her part, watching his reactions for clues as to how she should proceed. His hands guided her lips to his semi-erect cock, which was still pointing down. Her eyes got big as she circled that huge missile with her tiny fist. She lightly gripped it at the tip and ran a full stroke down its length expanding at the root and circling his balls, then bringing her hands back to the tip. She circled the tip and held it, bringing her lips down and tickling the exposed head within the circle of her fingers. It had begun to weep out, filling the cup made by her fingers. She lowered her lips to the pool and drained it dry, then placed her lips at the tip where they contacted the circle around the head and pushed the circle down until the head was completely consumed by her warm, familiar mouth. She sucked in, increasing her intensity. She was pushing the right buttons. His head was back, his eyes closed. He was mumbling something that could have been his wife's name. At that moment he was not there. He was with her somewhere else, at some other time. He began pumping in and out of her mouth. Sandi got a panicked look in her eyes, like she wasn't sure where, or how far he was going. I think she was hoping his wife hadn't deep-throated him - he was huge. But he didn't go too far, just about half its length in her mouth. She could handle it like that. His thrusting increased. It seemed his thickness increased with his speed. He settled into a quick rhythm intent on his goal. She was hoping he would let her know soon when he was ready to fire. She had never liked the idea of a cock shooting in her mouth. She had only swallowed her husband twice in their 33 year marriage. Neither time was a cherished moment. She was concentrating intently on bringing him to completion; her fingers stroked his cock just beyond her lips all the way to the root. She was listening closely for his warning, when his cock swelled in her mouth. He stopped and froze. She knew instantly what was happening. She tried to pull off his cock, but was prevented by his hands on the back of her head, easing her mouth even further down. His cock lurched, filling her mouth with his liquid love. She managed to swallow it without shooting it out her nose. It was either swallow or choke on it. The next shot came out when the tip of cock was just inside her lips and was more easily contained. She kept it there as he continued to empty his bloated balls. She thought it was 6 or 7 times. It must have been a while since he had ejaculated; the volume was tremendous and very thick. To her surprise, it tasted wonderful. Not unpleasant at all, like she had imagined. She felt as if she had accomplished an important achievement. The exhilaration of giving him such pleasure made her feel more powerful as a woman. He had used her mouth as a sperm receptacle; the feeling of being used like this excited her. She thought to herself at the time, "So this is what love tastes like." When he was finished he pulled her up bringing her face up to his. Her lips were parted, damp with his seed, and he matched his to them. As his mouth moved over hers, he separated her lips in preparation for the plunder of his tongue. There was such intensity between them. She was caught up and transported with the first touch of his mouth. His urgency was increasing rapidly. He whispered in her ear, "Where can we love, baby?" She took his penis in her hand, stroking it lightly, leading him to "the room." They had forgotten all about Dave. He had left minutes before and slipped into the AV Booth and was working the cameras. When they entered the room his eyes were locked on hers in adoration. The music playing softly was some of their favorites. There was a look of love in his eyes. She sat on the edge of the bed, pulling him down beside her. He laid her on her back; parting her creamy, velvet thighs and centered himself between them. He captured her mouth with an electric kiss, thrusting into her tight, wet pussy, just as his tongue thrust inside her mouth to join with hers. When he was fully lodged inside her, his face twisted in pleasure. He moaned, pressing his forehead to hers. "Oh, Christ." He entered her over and over. She received him hungrily, her face hidden in a mask of ecstasy. She wanted him, all of him. God, she loved that feeling of having her pussy stretched to the max. She was fully engrossed in her character and had become his substitute wife. She couldn't stop the feeling of assuming her personality, absorbing the thickness meant for her. She returned his love with equal passion. She was no longer pretending. Her hips rose in rhythm to meet his. She felt like they were being merged into a single entity. They were experiencing identical feelings at the same time. She would not have considered it strange if, at that moment she had ceased to be an individual and been absorbed into a new entity consisting of only the two of them. Their pleasure began to abate. He moved off her, buried his face in the pillow, sobbing softly. She didn't know if it was a good idea to touch him or let him come out on his own. She didn't want this to end yet. So she reached across with her arm and did the most loving, comforting thing she could think of, hoping it would help him get hard again. She rolled over and laid her breast on his back. She wanted him to feel its warmth, and transfer it a few inches lower. He felt it. He turned over and she folded into his shoulder her breast now on his chest. She looked up into his tear-filled eyes. But the look in them was not what she expected. His hand stroked her shoulder. "Are you OK?" she asked finally. "Yeah. I am. Unbelievably." "Why unbelievably?" "I think you know, you felt it, too." "I felt something...more than just the physical, if that's what you mean." She wasn't exactly sure what he was talking about, because she had never before experienced it herself and she wasn't sure if they were talking about the same thing. In physical sense, SHE was talking about the feeling of that giant cock pounding into her, stretching her repeatedly, but also of another strange sensation, familiar in a more ethereal way that she couldn't feel with her body. That soul-join she had felt. She realized now, that she wanted both, the first with this man, and the other with her husband. But, for now she would continue to play the part she was here for. She knew that, right now, she wanted some more of this cock in her. Later, after he left, she would have the other. "That's a familiar feeling to me. We felt it every time we were together." "What a wonderful thing." "I thought when she died, any chance to feel it again died with her. Over the last few months I gave up the hope that I'd ever feel it again in my lifetime. " "You WILL feel it again with someone else. It's too wonderful to give up searching for, burying it with your wife. It might be a slightly different feeling, but it's just as powerful and just as fulfilling. I'm grateful you shared it with me. You gave me a glimpse into something that was special between you and your wife. She was a lucky woman. The feeling and the nucleus for it rests in you. It isn't a goal in itself, but something you hold in your heart. Share it with the women you meet and invite into your bed like you've shared it with me tonight. You'll know sooner which one is the one to share it with for a lifetime." She smiled, a glint in her eye. "Could you love her again tonight?" "You are so sweet, Sandi. It's not too weird, is it?" "It might be to some. But to me, not in the slightest. I just want to feel that love for her pulsing inside me one more time. It opened my eyes. I think it would help you, too." "You are so much like her, I could stay here forever and never need anything else. Just to feel that completeness we both felt would be enough. If it's not too much trouble, I want to feel it one more time. I want to imprint it on my heart and that will last me." "I'd like that, too, Alex. But I need to get you ready again," she said, stroking his huge cock. "That won't take long. You touch me so much like she did. I can feel the love in every caress you give me. How can you do that? I thought she was the only one who could. Maybe there is hope to find someone who can love like she did. I found you, didn't I. Well, Dave did." They lay facing each other. He longed to nestle his erection in the cleft of her thighs. The feel of her body, much smaller, softer than his, her bare legs rubbing against his, her hands clutching, her lips, moist and yearning. It was all too much. He was consumed by raw desire. Although she wasn't looking at him, she felt his eyes moving over her. Her skin tingled, as though his gaze were actually touching her, leaving brush strokes of heat. Breasts, belly, sex, thighs, all were touched by his eyes. Sandi wanted him in the purest, most undiluted sexual desire she'd ever experienced. His lips tasted salty with sweat, but she couldn't get enough of them. It was her turn for him to be someone she loved. He pulled her into his embrace. One of his hands was on her leg, being guided up inside of her thigh, and the other was being pressed against that tight, hard nipple which was bared to him. His fingers made her wild with heat, caressing the nub protected by her soft curls until she was moist again with desire. His thumb teased her sensitive nub again and again until the sweet torture threatened to consume her. The tension was unbearable as the fire rushed through her body. She called out a name with a ragged moan when his fingers penetrated her, then she tried to push his hand away. His arms closed around her. His hand on her ass, he drew her up and into him. He entered her, she received him. They moved as if they had rehearsed a script, his incessant strokes hurling her over the precipice. Her orgasm was long and strong and more than he could endure. Memories of love play with his wife now sent heat surging through his loins. Allowing himself to cum, he buried his face in her neck and drew a patch of her skin against his teeth. He'd only enjoyed one woman like this. Physically, they were a good fit. Sandi had matched him in passion and skill. He hadn't expected her to be so sexually liberated. "Thank you for being her," he finally managed. "It's a very generous thing to offer someone else." He turned to Dave who had joined them at the side of the bed. "You were right, Dave, of all people, you knew what I missed. I'm overwhelmed by your generosity. You can't know what this has meant to me." "This was the only way that would be meaningful to you. But really, Sandi did it, didn't she? Until you meet the next Mrs. Alex, if you need some help again, I'm sure Sandi would welcome that huge cock back inside her anytime" A Friend's Dead Wife "Anytime," she agreed. Alex collected his things and made his departure. After he had gone, a few seconds passed before Dave finally turned and asked Sandi, "This was different. You're different." "At first, I thought he was here for us to help him. And he was. And we did." "You knew that." "But I was wrong." Tears welled in her eyes and she began to sob softly. "What's wrong, hon? Why are you crying? Do you regret it now?" "No...no regrets." She searched his eyes for some way to describe what she was feeling. "The only awful thing about it was when I realized that this is what's missing from us." "But, I don't..." "Baby, I can't deny that I like the feeling of a big cock. I can't. I'd be lying if I said I did. But this was so far past the feeling of my body being stretched. My heart was stretched, too." She didn't really know where she was going with this, but she had to try and explain. "I don't want to wait until one of dies, then share this kind of love with someone else. This is real. Isn't this why we got married in the first place? Maybe I've always been looking for it in somebody's pants. But I can still feel it, without a dick in me. I feel it looking in your eyes. You have it too." She was right, but he didn't know what to say. "How did I miss it for so long?" She paused, then a light turned on in her head. Their eyes were locked. She continued quietly, "THIS is why you gave me this gift, isn't it? You hoped that somehow I'd find what was already in you. I can see it now. It's always been there, just waiting to burst out all over me." Her thoughts raced, then she stopped, "This wasn't for him, was it?" "No," his eyes stared at the floor. "This was for YOU...for us. Oh, Dave." She struggled to find the words, feeling with her heart for the first time in many years. "I've been such a fool. It must have been so hard on you, knowing you had what I was looking for all along, and not being able to give it to me. But...You know me so well" "Sandi..." "It was me all along." They waited to see which one would be brave enough to ask the next question. "So, what now?" He paused, thinking of where to go with this. He knew that she still had needs that he couldn't fulfill physically, and that wouldn't change. The difference now, her heart was his alone. Could he live with that? Would it be enough? When he thought back, this was all he had ever known. He had always struggled for her heart, which had remained hidden and reserved. He never understood why. Who was she saving it for, if she wasn't giving it to him? So now, she had caught a glimpse of what he had wanted for them. It was not offered with a price, but by faith in him. Faith that now held a value in her eyes. But it wasn't a blind faith - it was a guarantee of himself. Someone who had been rock-steady all along, waiting for this day. It truly made all the difference. "My gift still stands. I don't want to take that away from you. But now it means something else. It's something I'm giving, instead of you taking. From now on, I know it's only physical and I don't feel like a failure." She nodded her agreement, reaching for him, just to hold him close. They held, no, clung to each other. They were together. After what seemed like an eternity (and in some ways it was), they separated, still staring into each other's eyes. Then, at the same moment they were enflamed with passion. For the first time in a long time, they made love all night, not able to quench their fervor until the rose colored morning spirited away the darkness.