Hollow widow

 We went in a warm (hot) place. I couldn't but look at every woman's guessed nakedness. Their clothes were light, I could often see through, some of them weren't wearing bra (oh, how I like that idea!). As always, I couldn't brush my wife.  On the coming back (a long night trip, all of us in a van), she wasn't well and took off her panties and bra. I remember her doing something similar, a lot of years ago, to welcome me home. And I remember how that excited me. Actually, it excited me again, this time. But... she has become forbidden land.  And I've driven for hours, knowing that my beloved woman were nearly naked next to me... and I couldn't touch her...

 I've discovered the scent of sex at 30 y.o. Quite late, actually. I hadn't ever been careful about scents, till then, I think. But that one is unforgettable.  I miss it. I miss someone else fingers on my hard cock. Or even those bodily fluids which glide out of female lips (upper or lower ones). I'd need my skin wetted by kisses and open lips. And if they're those labia who want to kiss me, even better.