Call me Ishmael (or Mini-me) Part 2

The night we started the process of making a full sized replica of my erect penis resulted in several hours of some pretty intense sex in several rooms of the house. The next night I was really hoping for an encore as it is not all that often we get a lot of naked time together. Unfortunately my lovely Sweetie was a bit sore from the previous night’s adventures, so we had to start slow.

I was interested to see how our cloning project from last night had turned out, so I called my Sweetie into our dressing room where the creature awaited hidden from view, cocooned in a white semi-rigid gel in the clear plastic tube. I slit the plastic tube carefully down the side so that I could extract the finished fake phallus.

I wasn’t expecting much as I was severely distracted during the molding process while my lovely lady had taken her breasts in both hands and kneaded them until her nipples stood at attention, all within inches of my face. I had contorted myself so that I could run my tongue over those lovely buds, while at the same time, keeping the clear plastic tube filled with gooey silicone gel pressed up against my groin. Due to her very capable assistance I had no trouble remaining hard for the several minutes it took for the mold to set up.

As I removed the flexible white semi-solid gel from around my molded member I could see pink starting to emerge. My Sweetie was looking over my shoulder and asking me, “How did it turn out? I don’t think it is going to turn out, because you wouldn’t sit still long enough last night.”

The white material gave way easily and revealed a very detailed copy of my very erect member.

“Wow”, said my now impressed wife, “You can even see the cleft at the underside of the head!”

It was really quite taken aback by the form I held in my hand. I had held the real thing in my hand often enough, but this perspective was very different.

“It looks big”, as I turned to my smiling Sweetie.

“I told you that thing’s big, you don’t listen to me,” as she took Mini-me from me.
Without a conscious thought I immediately knew what we had to do for tonight’s activities. My little caveman brain had flashed to one of GG’s stories about a night she and her husband spent playing with their favorite toys.

“Hon, we gotta try this! You get to play with Mini-me while I’ll play with my favorite Sweetie substitute.”

My very real member took this idea and ran with it, quickly straining the fabric of my jeans, as it assumed the full-fledged posture of the phony phallus in my wife’s hand.

My Sweetie is still a little self-conscious about pleasuring herself in front of me. I’ve managed to talk her into it a few times, but she usually does it just for my viewing pleasure. When she is away from home she will send me text messages that to the outsider, might seem like technical lab reports, but let me know she had to take care of herself while thinking about me. Frequently there are a number of smiley faces at the end of text to let me know how well things went. I sent her a text one time that gave a detailed description of a “Drilling Report” that I had performed while thinking about her. Her response to me was that is caused a build-up of considerable pressure on her end and that she had had to open a “relief valve” on her end. The end of that text had six smiley faces attached at the end. Nuts, I wish I could have seen that.

She doesn’t have any problem letting her freak flag fly when she is mounting the real thing, even so I would love to have her tie me up in a chair and make me watch her tease me unmercifully. We’re still a work in progress, so maybe someday. I think she is self-conscious because she doesn’t think she looks very sexy after 40 years together and three children, but to me, 4 years or 40, it doesn’t make any difference to me, she my Sweetie. Considering my proposal for a re-enactment of GG’s playtime, she smiled, gave me a sideways glance and agreed to go along.

“Let me take a quick shower and then you can take yours and I’ll meet you and your friend in the bed.”

“Yes ma’am!” I responded and then turned to the bedroom to make the necessary preparations.

Take dogs out to pee – check.

Turn lights down, light candle – check.

Dig out my favorite soft pink sleeve, with the lips at the entrance, which my Sweetie bought for me – check.

Find lube; put it on night stand within easy reach – check.

“OK, showers yours”, my lovely wife called to me from the bathroom.

I dashed by her, jumped in the still running shower and made sure any and every body part was ready for her inspection. I was rigid with the anticipation of seeing my lovely naked Sweetie playing with me and Mini-me, so I dried off quickly and sauntered into the bedroom.

My Sweetie was lying sideways across the bed with my twin in her hand, examining the detailed features of my clone. I pulled my soft pink “Sweetie Substitute” off of the night stand along with some lube as my Honey asked

“How do you want me Mister?” somewhat nervously.

Coming onto the bed and kneeling beside her I was naked and hard. My cock was ready to cut glass as I dribbled a bit of lube on it and the pink sleeve.

Inserting my raging prick into the pink sleeve I told her, “I’m going to give you a show of what happens when you’re not here, while you take my little friend there and do whatever makes you happy. I want to see what happens when I’m not around and how I earn those smiley faces at the end of your text messages”.

I dribbled some lube on my substitute as she held my pink associate gently between her fingers. Lying on her back while I knelt by her side, she slowly rubbed Ishmael against her outer lips and my cock throbbed. I worked her little friend slowly over my full length, letting the head of my penis poke out at the end of each stoke, so she could see the effect she had on me.

Her hips rose and rolled as she slowly worked my doppleganger in and out of her sweet lips. The ache in my loins was exquisite, as I watched her naked form in the dim light. Her eyes were level with my hardened member and she watched as my swollen knob popped out periodically in front of her face. She tried to turn on the vibrator embedded in Mini-me without success.“Here let me see if I can help”, I said, not wanting to deprive her of all the advertised features.

There was some silicone that had covered the rotating switch at the base of it that I pried away and my creature came to life, (It’s alive!).

She re-inserted my pink replica back into her, squirming in front of me as the vibrations reached deep within. I moaned and thrusted into her stunt double, leaving my engorged head protruding well out of the sleeve for her to see. She reached up with her free hand and pulled me toward her open panting lips. I leaned forward slightly and she took the engorged head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. The view of two of me entering my Sweetie produced a profound aching. I moaned and with my other hand reached out to cradle a breast with a firm grip.

I love this lady and what she does for me. I would have been content to watch this for quite some time, but unfortunately, my Sweetie began to get sore and uncomfortable, due to our exertions from last night and she had to withdraw Mini-me. I was a little disappointed, but was very grateful for the experience, none the less.

I started to withdraw from our bed to get some hot towels to clean up my Sweetie, but she said, “Where are you going? You don’t have to stop. Why don’t you cum on my tits.”

The real me swelled with a renewed vigor. I put my knees next to her side and leaned over her as I worked her friend over my slick shaft. She smiled and cooed “What a nice big cock. I really love the real thing, especially the squirting part!”

She reached up and put one hand alongside of mine as we both worked the fake pussy along my hardened member. She looked at me and our eyes locked.

“Come on, I want to feel your hot cum on my tits!

I hope I give my wife as much pleasure as she gives me. She absolutely makes my day, month, and years worthwhile. Not just the sex, but the everyday encouragement. With her eyes boring into mine, I gave a guttural groan and released a torrent onto her. As the heat spread across her breasts and nipples, I shook and took in the sight of my Sweetie rubbing my cock against her breasts as she cooed and gave me the smile that is mine, all mine.

Love you Sweetie.