Why I Miss My Wife Pt 01

Before my wife died, we had what we believed to be a wonderful marriage. We deeply loved each other, we enjoyed working together, planning vacations together and we both enjoyed a very satisfying sexual relationship. Honest and open communication was the key to our enjoyable sex life.

We were both givers. She was sexually adventurous and fulfilled many fantasies for me. I gave her something she had never experienced; orgasms, every time we had sex. I have fond memories of certain times when she made me feel special.

Why I Miss Her Mouth

My mother-in-law lived two hours away from us, so we rarely visited her. She was a vindictive woman but I never knew why she hated me. She was verbally abusive and condescending.

One weekend, my wife asked me to take her to see her mother, and we endured the long drive on a lonely stretch of the two lane highway. The three hour visit seemed like three days but I was polite and tolerated my mother-in-law's insults.

As we started back home, we had only gone a couple miles when my wife spoke.

"Thanks for going with me to see my Mom today."

"That's okay, babe, I'd do anything for you; you know that."

"Yes, I know, you're my hero," she said sweetly.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned across the console, slipping her left arm around my shoulder. She softly kissed me on the cheek. Then I felt her other hand on the crotch of my pants and she whispered into my ear.

"Adjust your seat; I'm going to suck you off."

This was just one of the little sexual surprises we used to do for each other, so I was not shocked. I set the cruise control on five miles under the speed limit, and then slid the seat back until I could just touch the brake pedal with my foot if necessary. I tilted the seat back and she took the steering wheel while I peeled my pants and briefs down to my knees.

When I was ready, I held the steering while she dipper her head and when I felt her hair tickling my thighs I jerked and she giggled. Then she did one of her favorite things; she took my flaccid cock all the way into her mouth. She liked to feel it get hard and grow in her mouth.

It didn't take long, and then she kissed the tip and pressed her mouth down over the shaft as far as she could go. She squeezed her lips together on the way down and sucked as she pulled her lips back to the top. She did it slowly, because she knew it would drive me crazy.

Her mouth did the exact same thing, pressing on the way down, sucking on the way up each time, taking the same amount of my shaft in her mouth. She slid her right hand under my balls and cupped them in her warm hand. The thumb and index finger of her left hand formed a tight circle around the base of my cock, squeezing it tightly as her mouth fucked my cock, maintaining the same slow pace.

My fists gripped the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles were white. She sucked on me for forty-five miles before I lost control.

"I'm gonna cum, Babe...oh...oh...I'm cumming!" I groaned.

Her right hand gently pulled on my balls but her mouth never slowed down. She kept milking me with her lips until I was done. Her mouth kept going for a few minutes after I had come, still as slowly as ever. The warmth of her mouth and my cum sliding around on the tip was exciting. I wondered if she would continue until I could come again.

She sat back up and spit my cum into the palm of her right hand, and showed it to me.

"You're so sexy, Babe; I love you!" I gushed, still warm from the glow of my orgasm.

"I could tell; that was quite a load," she said with a loving smile.

She reached into the back seat and retrieved a small hand towel and wiped her hand clean. She always had anything necessary for sex in the car, either in the trunk on in the glovebox. A towel, flavored condoms and a small bottle of lube were always available.

When her hand was clean, she held the steering wheel again so I could pull up my pants and readjust the seat. She turned on the radio and we listened to soft music for a few miles. Then, without turning to look at me, she calmly said:

"You wouldn't believe how wet I am," she said.

"Do you want me to pull over and find out?" I asked, because she knew I would.

"No, I just want you to think about it for the rest of the way home."

Once we had parked in our garage, she leaned over, kissed me softly on the lips and said, "You owe me."

When we went inside, I paid my debt.

Whenever I think about her kissing me or sucking me, I miss her mouth.