I've been a widower for twenty five years now, losing my wife to breast cancer at the tender age of thirty one. We never had children, though we considered adoption many times. We had a great marriage spanning the ten best years of my life. I miss Gloria dearly, never having a day go by that I don't think of her, some days even swearing I'd catch a glimpse of her, though impossible.
I've lived in the same house for thirty five years, buying it as newlyweds and never having the heart to let it go, fearing I'd sell my many fond memories along with the house. I never remarried, wanting to hold and cherish the memories of Gloria. Her closet is still filled with her clothing, her dresser untouched as well.
I'm still a young man of fifty six years, confined to a life of mourning until we are rejoined again in the afterlife. I've never considered pushing time forward in order to join her by doing anything stupid, but I have no fear of death, I'm actually happy the days, months and years are passing more quickly as I age.
I cherish our memories, her photographs practically paper the walls of my humble home, her scent is still present on her clothing in the closet. At mealtime, I always set a place for Gloria, knowing it's foolish and that she'll ever eat from those dishes but getting comfort knowing that she'll always be in my heart.
Many of my friends and relatives stopped dropping by the house for visits years ago, surely thinking I'd lost my mind, acting as if Gloria still lived here. They encouraged me to date other women, to no avail. I had no intention of breaking my vow to love, honor and cherish my first and only love until the day I die. The part of our vows saying 'until death do you part' meant nothing to me. I took it to mean until we both died, joining each other in eternity after our lives on this planet ended.
I have to admit, I've been tempted many times to venture out, seeking comfort from another woman. A man has needs and urges, sexually, but I chose to take care of those needs in the privacy of my own home, alone. Yes, I masturbate frequently, usually while looking through old photos of Gloria and I together. She was a beautiful, sexy lady. She loved to swim and lay out in the sun. Her bikini collection was immense, every style, color combination and fit you could imagine. She had more bikinis then most women had pairs of shoes. I had no problem rotating pictures of her to masturbate to, even finding a new one every now and then.
Gloria and I had a fantastic sex life filled with many adventurous interludes to recant. She loved making love in the open air, on a secluded beach, in a vast meadow, on our pool deck and even on a few hotel balconies. God, I missed that woman.
The years are flying by now, I'm so wrapped up in my business, working six days a week, twelve hours a day, building it into an empire worth well over seven figures. But money isn't the most important thing in my life, although it does make life a little easier. I would give every cent I've ever earned during my lifetime to have my dear Gloria back.
I spent much of my free time at home reading now, enjoying my solitude, occasionally pausing mid-sentence as I read, thinking about Gloria. I swear I'd feel a rush of cool air once in a while with no window open, sometimes I'd even swear I felt a soft, delicate touch on my shoulder or a brush against my cheek. I'd always pause and say hello and thank you to her, hoping I wasn't just imagining her presence. I felt her with me all the time, little things always happened to make me think she was still with me, in body and in spirit. These special moments are what kept me going, my need to keep her memory fresh even though twenty five years had passed.
One way I enjoyed passing the time and getting what sexual gratification I needed was by reading erotic stories on the internet, having found a website many years ago that fulfilled this need. Literotica, the site with erotic stories, announced an upcoming contest for Nude Day. Leading a sheltered life, I wasn't aware this little Holiday even existed. So, out of curiosity, I started reading a few stories in the contest.
It just so happened to be the actual day, July 14th, Nude Day. I was home alone, as usual, and figured I'd play along by staying naked for the day in my home. I wouldn't answer the door, not that I had many visitors anyway, or go anywhere other then maybe sit by my secluded pool since it was a picture perfect summer day. I slithered into my pool lounger, I decided to read a few entries in the contest.
Well, it didn't take long for the first story to get into the steamy details of a hot love making session. My cock reacted as any other mans would and was soon pointed skyward. I continued reading as my cock twitched and oozed as I read the good parts.
Then a slight breeze blew over the head of my cock, though there was no sign of a breeze. As my cock reacted to the cool air passing over the tip, I swear I could feel what felt like a tongue swipe across the tip of the head, the pre cum that had oozed slightly trailed into the air disappearing before my eyes. I touched the head of my cock with just my thumb as I grasped the shaft firmly. My cock swelled and throbbed when I felt moisture under my balls, as if someone's tongue was fondling them.
"Thank you, my love," I said, knowing Gloria was with me, though she had never had sexual contact with me since her passing.
I started stroking my cock slowly, my hand grasping it firmly, sliding up until the head was cradled in my palm, then sliding it back down coating it's length with my own discharge, now oozing an almost continuous flow.
My hand was pulled from it's hold on my cock, replaced by what felt like another hand. I had to be imagining this but it felt so real as I watched my cock expand and contract as being squeezed and stroked in mid air.
"I miss you Gloria."
My statement was answered by a sucking sound as my cock felt like it was being devoured by a moist, warm mouth. My cock was still visible to me, although doing strange things all by itself. It tilted from one side to the other, my foreskin lifted and receded as my balls pulled upward and settled back to my lap. I started moaning and grunting uncontrollably as my orgasm neared. My cock swelled before my eyes as the shaft filled with cum as it pushed upward, erupting in an intense orgasmic flow.
My semen jetted from the shaft, exploding into another dimension, disappearing as it left my body. My hips bucked upward, pushing my cock as it continued to swell and shoot my hot loads into thin air. As the final drop oozed from my shaft, it quickly disappeared as well by the moist sensation of a wet tongue.
