The Photograph

I have a truly happy marriage. My wife, besides being a doll, is smart, educated, and very active. Her erotic imagination is something indescribable. Unfortunately, due to her work, she is often abroad for short periods of five, six days at most. This time, however, two weeks have passed and she still hasn't returned from the Netherlands. And I miss her! It's not just her laughter and our fantastic, long conversations, it's not just her beautiful smile that lights up our house. Above all, it's our rich sex life, the unbridled passion with which she gives herself to me, and the incredible tricks she invents each time, leaving me speechless and often catching me unprepared. The mere thought of her gets me hard.

Someone might tell me, why don't I go to some bar to find a random chick and get some relief. Come on, in the worst case, and because I don't want to cheat on her, let me get a phone number, one of those with many digits, and have a beauty from Russia, the Czech Republic, or wherever else it may be, blonde, brunette, white, black, or Asian... come to my house, at whatever hour I want... But come on, I don't do those things! And it's not only because I don't like paying for sex, nor that I don't want to betray my wife's love. For someone to understand me, they must have felt what I feel. You see, my mind, my entire senses, completely block at the thought that I could fuck someone other than Rita. I belong to her completely, she circulates in my blood, how else can I say it!

But come on, my dick has a mind of its own! This morning when I woke up, I saw and felt it had turned into a steel rod and was protruding two hand-spans from my underwear. Oh, the things I said to it to calm it down, the slaps I gave it to get it in line, nothing worked. It shook its head high and moved it negatively side to side, at least that's how it seemed to me. You all know that morning boners are the worst. And to be all alone in the big double bed and my wife to be on the other side of the world! My age and my position don't allow me to jerk off. It's been years, almost since the end of adolescence, that I stopped jerking off. Not because it was bad, but since there was always pussy available to me, why would I do it! Of course, in this specific case the circumstances were different, but I don't know, I was probably ashamed.

I started thinking about various other topics, related to my work, but nothing happened. You see, it's Sunday, the office is closed and there's no current case to occupy my mind. I picked up yesterday's newspaper to read and distract myself, but without result. I threw it angrily onto the nightstand and heard the noise it made as it knocked over the small frame with my wife's photo onto the floor. I picked it up immediately from the ground and looked at it with infinite love and nostalgia.

What was I to do now! My cock jumped against my stomach and I caressed her beautiful face over the cold glass with my fingertips. I looked at her mouth with particular attention. Her perfect, curved, as if painted lips, full, sensual, smiling at me foolishly through her lifeless photograph. I remembered the unique way she has of wrapping them around the head of my cock and her tongue working non-stop. Her soft, velvety kiss on the tip of the glans.

In my mind, the memory of that first time came alive, when we were on vacation together that first summer of our acquaintance on the deserted beach we had discovered. We swam naked and did long dives, one under the other's legs. When I went to pass under her, she closed her thighs and trapped my head between them. She let me go at the right moment, just before I suffocated. Then it was her turn, but I, of course, did not intend to do the same to her. She, however, had other things on her mind. When she got close to me, instead of passing underneath, she came to the level of my dick and slowly pushed it into her mouth. She gave me an amazing blowjob in the water and the fucking that followed was unforgettable.

All the time I was thinking about our past lovemaking, my hand had gone on its own, completely unconsciously, to my balls. I caressed the pubic hair and my fingers wrapped around the base of my cock. I started moving my palm up and down, thus relieving my unbearable erection. I looked at her big brown eyes and in my mind came the look she gave when she lifted her head out of the water that day. Since then, I've seen the same look many times every time she licked my cock and balls, just before she herself guided it to her eagerly and eternally hungry-for-fucking pussy. I wet my middle finger and touched it to the tip of my cock, in the slit of the urethra.

A shiver went through me and my dick jumped in my palm. It reacted the same way it always reacts when Rita playfully touches the tip of her tongue to the same spot. I squeezed the shaft of my cock tightly and moved my hand up and down a few times, making sure to leave the swollen mushroom-like cockhead uncovered. The first drops of sweat appeared on my temples. My breath started coming out short and heavy from my lips. I focused my gaze on the deep red, thick lips of my beloved. I felt them tightening around the base of the cock and pulling upwards, with her cheeks puffing out, while her tongue didn't leave a single spot unlicked.

Then I imagined her taking a dive downwards and her nose tickling my pubic hair as my cock hit her larynx. She slowly raised her head and with a wet sucking sound let my cock pulsate on its own in the air. She squeezed my balls in her fingers and then started licking them and gently biting the pubic hairs almost one by one. She ran her tongue along the length of the central swollen vein of my cock and when she reached the tip of the glans she moved it wildly back and forth. She had made it hard as wood and to make sure even better, she pressed it downwards and then let it spring back and hit my navel.

She leaned her body on the bed with her hands and pulled herself up slowly and sinuously like a playful kitten. She reached close to my face and kissed me quickly on the mouth. I tried to grab her lips but she moved away. She continued the same tune until I grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved my tongue into her mouth to taste my own cock's flavor. I looked down and saw that I was jerking off like crazy. No matter how hard I tried to imagine it was her hand stroking my cock, it was impossible. So I turned my gaze back to the photograph. Suddenly her smile changed. At first I thought it was ironic, then I realized it was in agreement with what I was doing—now that she herself was far away.

I lay back more comfortably, closed my eyes, and continued the fantasy right from where I had left it. After our wild, passionate kiss, she opened her legs and climbed on top of me. She took my hard dick in her hand and rubbed it against her thick pussy lips. With a simple motion, she guided it into her hot cunt and impaled herself sharply onto the depths of her wet pussy. She began to move slowly, very, very sensually on my cock, and I thrust my pelvis upward. I could stay inside her forever.

A deep groan echoed in our bedroom, and I looked around to see where it had come from before realizing it had escaped my lips. The mere thought of her hot, sweet pussy was enough to make my dick stand up to the ceiling and become hard as stone. I didn't even need to move my hand, as I discovered, since I was already clutching the frame with Rita's photo to my chest with both my hands joined together. My cock was twitching on its own, fucking the air.

I closed my eyes again, and the image of her firm, round tits flashed before me. She leaned forward, and her nipples brushed against my lips. I knew what I had to do. I grabbed them with my mouth and sucked on them. My hands embraced the tender flesh around her little breasts and squeezed, making them jut out. I bit and licked them until they hardened and swelled just right. I buried my face in the cleavage of her breasts and rubbed my nose there until I was breathless. I pulled back, and my lips sought hers while my thumbs rubbed her hard nipples. Our fucking took on a wilder rhythm, and orgasm wouldn't be long now.

So she began to rotate her pelvis in circles, increasing the pleasure and prolonging the moment of the final explosion. I understood her signal and slowed my pace, harmonizing it with hers. I tried my hardest to hold on until she gave the sign for us to come together simultaneously, as is fitting for two lovers who become one during sex.

With that in mind, I began to caress my cock more, rather than just jerking off. Besides, since I was a little kid, that's what I enjoyed most: the arousal itself, the stimulation, and not so much the final result. This often had disastrous consequences, like staining the sheets or my underwear and my mother finding out and me getting the usual scoldings, sometimes even punishments. Of course, now I had nothing like that to fear, but still...

No matter how hard I tried to delay ejaculation, the big moment had arrived. I sat up and, holding the photo at some height above my legs, began to slowly pass my palm over the elongated shaft of my cock. I increased the speed, and the rhythm became faster. I felt my dick swelling between my fingers, closed my eyes, and imagined my wife again, on her knees this time.

I was taking her from behind and saw her round ass cheeks slapping against my stomach with force, and I felt my balls slapping against her tender pussy lips. A thick fountain of hot cum shot out from the slit of my cockhead. I let out a loud groan and opened my eyes, drenched in sweat. The first thing I saw was the photo bathed in semen. One drop even seemed to be hanging from the edge of her lips. I couldn't help but smile at that image.

"What are you doing there?" I heard a familiar voice. I looked toward the bedroom door and saw Rita standing with her suitcase resting on the floor next to her feet and her bag still in her hand. I grinned sheepishly, apologetically, finding nothing to say to justify myself. She approached and saw her photo in my hands, covered in cum. She looked at me questioningly.

"I missed you," I told her simply, and a smile lit up her face. She leaned down and licked the cum off the frame. Then she milked the last remnants of semen from my cock. But she continued to lick for quite a while longer, until it was ready for action again. And then, well, you should have seen what happened next...