My Fantasy Wife

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,

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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.