My Fantasy Wife SeXStoRY

My Fantasy Wife I can't find a woman to hold, much less one to marry. Whatever the cause, it is humiliating. So I have a fantasy wife instead: Every day her name and ethnicity change, As well as her whole appearance, But underneath the skin she remains the same: A field scientist for the EPA, local head of the Atheist Alliance, and a professional photographer too. She comes home tonight as a Hindu goddess with shining brown skin and black hair that falls to her knees when undone. Her mouth is full and wide, with lips so kissable I could become an addict. Her breasts burst out of every garment she wears. She wears no underwear and sits opposite me with open legs as I serve her favorite curried dish for supper. I ask her how her day went, and she analyzes the office politics and asks for my advice: not because she needs it, but to let me feel important in her life. While I clean up she slips upstairs and puts on a see through teddy and a bra with open spaces for her big black nipples. When I come upstairs she's warming up with a dildo and tells me to suck her clit with enthusiasm. How could I not? At close range I watch the dildo collect sweet and salty juices and inhale her unmistakable fragrance, eau de pussy. I ram my nose into her lips, licking them too. They cling tightly to the surface of the dildo. Each time she draws it out, her lips stretch a little more, 2 and her clit grows too, now two inches long. She grabs my head and screams. After panting stops she says lovingly, “Danny, I love you so much. You never fail to please me. I feel happy, kiss her, and whisper something in her ear. A photographer herself, she know why I like posing. She hops up on the long dresser with the big mirror on the wall. She drops her clothing and poses so that every position shows her doubled – four titties, her cunt reflected, her gorgeous face reflected, her ass too shown to best advantage. At last she comes back to me, her heavy titties bouncing as she walks; and then she leans over me. I have my mouth on her nipple as she sits astride me, the penetration slick and heavenly. I am inside you again, my love, you are my harbor and my refuge, my Goddess; inside you I belong. Her cunt is very strong, in minutes she's drained me while neither of us seems to move. Afterwords she showers, and then we go to bed, I spoon with her, a heavy breast in my hand, Just like it should be. She'll be gone when I awaken, And once again I will be nothing, A nothingness with memories.