I never said I was a saint.
Even though you see the things in my story where I mention about protecting my friends, trying to be the best husband to Marcie and suchlike, I am not perfect. There are times I have my private moments where I miss Missy. Missy was my wife for a while. Ever since after college, she was by my side and was there to encourage me, inspire me and other things before she passed. In my phone, I have many of the pictures we took together. Some of which were not meant for public consumption.
Then there's Marcie. Since we've been together, she has shared many pictures with me. Some were playful. Others were ones I took of her being Marcie. Then there's the ones she had used to motivate me to come home, if you know what I mean.
It was an afternoon while she was visiting her sisters that brings me to this story. I was alone. I was done with all my work stuff for the day, and I was sitting before the television, and I started thinking about Missy. It didn't take long for me to get emotional. I sat there on the couch crying like a baby remembering my late wife. When I finished crying, I grabbed my phone to look for solace in the pictures. I started looking at some of Missy's pictures. I was not intending on looking at the risqué ones. But I landed on one of her sexy pictures. There Missy lay on our bed with legs spread with that come hither look in her eyes.
I was already hard by that point. I walk into our bedroom and strip down to nothing before laying on the bed. I looked at the picture on my phone and remembered how hot Missy looked before taking my cock in my hand. I took some of the precum that eased out of my cock and lubricated my shaft so I could stroke. As I started to stroke, I flipped thru a few more Missy pictures. When I started to feel the buildup, I slowed down my strokes to edge myself.
Missy, unlike Marcie, had black hair that she kept at shoulder length. She was around the same height as Marcie. She also had a figure that was a bit curvier than Marcie only because she wasn't as devoted to the gym as Marcie. I missed her kisses, the way she would seduce me, the way she would call me Master. I smiled remembering how tight her pussy would squeeze my cock when she was riding me. I could hear the way she would moan when she was getting ready to cum.
I breathed for a few moments before I changed the pictures to Marcie. I flipped to the pictures she sent me where her girls were showing. I thought about how good they felt in my hands and how much she moaned when I would kiss them and play with them. I thought about how tightly her pussy would squeeze me whenever I slipped inside her. There was one picture I liked where she was looking back at me as she was on her hands and knees beckoning me to take her. I started stroking faster thinking about that. Again, when I felt myself getting close, I backed off.
I started thinking about when Marcie was going to be home. I looked at the clock and figured it would be in a couple hours. I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower before changing to a fresh t-shirt and shorts. I was working on some dinner when Marcie walked in. I turned to look at her. She looked a bit frazzled. I opened my arms, and she slipped right in.
"Is there a reason why I don't take you with me to see the girls?" she asked.
"I have no idea," I responded before kissing her on the forehead.
"Hmmm, this wasn't the same outfit you wore this morning when I left."
I looked at her and smiled.
