Bob and Sally

Beth, my wife of nineteen years, died almost four years ago. I stayed by her hospital bed. I stayed with her while she was in hospice; I held her hand and kissed her as she passed from this world; I stood by her casket, looking at her beauty; I stood at the head of her grave and placed a single red rose on her casket before being lowered into her grave.

I didn't cry when her cancer was found, only holding her, letting her tears wet my shirt. I didn't cry when the doctors said she was terminal, allowing her and our children's tears wet my shirt.

I didn't cry during her funeral, nor as her casket settled on the bottom of the hole dug to hold her until the sun expanded, engulfing the earth.

I sat in my car at the cemetery. I placed my right hand on the seat she sat in again, finding an empty seat that would be empty for the rest of my life. The simple act of my hand resting on her leg, her hand covering mine, was gone forever. All the tears I'd repressed came flooding out of me.

I was crying as my family touched my shoulder, as friends expressed their sorrow, and the preacher asked if I needed anything. I said, "I needed my wife."

I returned to work a week after her funeral to a sad office.

No one knew what to say, so they said the wrong things.

Sally, my secretary, hugged me one day. No words, just human touch, a hug held a little longer than necessary, a weak smile on her face; she let go of me, tracing her fingers down my arm before returning to her duties.

I watched Sally as she left my office, seeing a caring woman. She gave me the one thing I needed: no words, no questions about my health, just human touch.

I soon returned to my routine at work, the drone of conversations returning, my reports filling my time, pushing my sorrows further inward.

Sally walked into my office one Friday afternoon. She laid a small stack of papers on my desk.

Sally said, "Bob, you need to look these papers over." "Sign them if they meet your expectations, or return them if you have any issues."

She said these words every Friday then asked, "Bob, how are you doing?" "It's been two years since Beth passed."

I looked at her. I said, "I guess I'm doing fine." "The house is empty, but I'm managing."

Sally asked, "Do you want to have dinner tonight?" "I don't want you to be alone on her anniversary."

I looked at Sally. This woman, my right hand, looked stunning. At just over five feet tall and well-proportioned, her makeup was always perfect, stirring something in me. Something I hadn't felt in a long time.

I said, "Sally, I appreciate everything you've done for me." "But I'm your boss." "I think it would be inappropriate."

Sally handed me another page. Looking at it, I saw she was leaving the company. She had typed her resignation and said, Bob, I'm quitting," knowing I'd say no.

With Sally standing before me, I placed her resignation in the paper shredder and said, "I didn't see anything, and I'd love to have dinner with you."

Six months later, the office was buzzing with talk about Sally and my relationship. We tried to keep our dating quiet, but...

I expected some resentment the day I introduced Sally to my children, but they surprised me by accepting Sally into the family.

Sally sat at my dining room table a few days later, looking at me over the meal I'd cooked, and said, "Bob, I want to fuck you."

I chuckled; the wrong reaction, I know, but the only one I could think of.

I said, "Sally, I've wanted to get you in bed the day you gave me your resignation letter."

We didn't make it to the bedroom. I stood from the table, offering Sally my hand. Smiling, she took it. I pulled her into an embrace, kissing her deeply. She tasted divine, our tongues playing in each other's mouths, my hands on her ass, pulling her into me.

When we broke our embrace, we both gasped with desire. I removed Sally's blouse and fumbled over the buttons, as Sally did the same with my tie and shirt. I pulled her blouse down, keeping her arms in the sleeves, trapping her arms at her side. I leaned down, kissing her chest, just above her bra. Lingering above her breasts, kissing her mounds, I said. "It's been a long time."

Releasing her arms from her blouse sleeves, her hands reaching for my belt, I unzipped her skirt. My pants fell to the floor, joining her skirt in a pile at our feet.

I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants. I picked Sally up and set her on the table. I laid her back and removed her bra, amazed at the shape of her breasts. Kissing her again, I felt her squirming out of her panties and then the pull of my boxers being pulled down.

Kissing her, letting our tongues play with each other, my left hand on her right breast, my right hand moving towards her sex. I felt her stiffen as my fingers slid down her vagina, finding her clitoris. Rubbing her nub, her hand stroking my cock, I wanted to be inside her.

With the sudden crash of plates hitting the floor, silverware scattering across the table, and the wetness of our wine running across the table, I entered her. My cock touched her pussy, her hands on my ass, pulling me towards her.

I slipped inside her pussy easily, her wetness letting me enter her depth, the velvety smoothness of her inner walls driving me toward an orgasm.

I started rocking back and forth, slowly slipping my cock in and out of her. Our mouths glued together, both my hands on her breasts, I felt like a king.

We fucked, and made love for an unknown amount of time. Years, decades later, I felt her stiffen, her wetness increase, her fingers digging into my ass, her orgasm consuming her. I unloaded four years of cum into her. Our bodies inner-twined, and we continued to kiss as our orgasms subsided.

Looking up at me, she said, "I've loved you for years." With my soft cock resting inside her, I looked at this woman. The one person left on this planet who knew everything about me, I said, "I love you too."

As we pulled apart, touching each other, not wanting this closeness to evaporate, I said, "Stay there. I'll get you a towel."

I walked, naked, into the kitchen, wetting a dish towel, wringing it out, and returned to Sally.

I said, "Don't worry about the mess; I'll clean it up."

Sally finished wiping her pussy with the towel; she wiped my cock clean, and together, both of us, still naked, went about cleaning the table and floor.

With every stroke of the broom, I reached out and touched her ass.

Laughing, she said, "If you keep that up, we may make another mess."

We went to the bedroom and lay in bed, kissing and discussing our future.

I was amazed that this woman wanted me, desired me, and couldn't keep her hands off me. Not that I minded. Her touch had me ready for round two.

I had my mouth on her nipples, alternating from one to the other, my fingers playing in her pussy, feeling her wetness; I rolled over, resting my upper body on my arms, and leaned down, kissing her softly; I entered her pussy again.

Taking my time to enjoy this woman, I slowly fucked her, rocking back and forth, her arms wrapped around me as we stared into each other's eyes. I watched her eyes roll back and felt her shudder again, and another orgasm rocked her body, demanding my cum. I gave her myself again, cumming deep inside her again, kissing her, not wanting this moment to end.

I collapsed on her, exhausted after two rounds with this woman.

Sally and I talked about my house. She said, "Bob, I don't want you to lose your home, but I don't think I could live here knowing Beth lived here."

I realized that Sally wanted to be with me long-term, possibly forever.

I said, "Sally, I can rent an apartment and lease this house out for a passive income.

She asked, "What will your children think about you moving out?"

I looked in her eyes, her passion evident, and said, "I think they would be fine with my move." "Besides, I'm not selling the house." "I'll ask if they want anything else. Pictures, Knick knacks, clothes."

Sally asked, "Why haven't you said anything about Beth?"

I rolled off her, looking at the ceiling, and said, "I loved Beth the moment I first set eyes on her." "But, her disease ravaged our relationship." "Her funeral ended my love for her." "I hated her disease, her funeral, the emptiness of the house, and cried when I thought I hated her." "I realized I hated my loneliness."

Sally rolled onto her side, propping her upper body on one arm, and looked at me.

After a few minutes, she said, "I don't want to take Beth's place." "I want to be with you." "Do you think you can leave Beth behind?"

I lay, looking at the ceiling, closed my eyes, and suddenly started crying. Sally placed a hand on my chest, letting me get my emotions out, and when I calmed down, I said, "Sally, I haven't been able to hold anyone for years." "You're offering me a second chance at love." Pulling her down to me, I kissed her again. "Sally, I think I'll sell the house." "I need to stop pitying myself."

We walked into the office together, the drone of conversation slowly drifting into silence as the office watched us walk to my office. It was a daily routine, but the smiles on our faces told everyone everything they wanted to know.

Sally and I were businesslike all day, only touching each other when we were ready to leave for the day. I received an email from my boss during the day. He wanted to know if I was taking advantage of my subordinate.

Taking advantage of her, I think she took advantage of me.

I asked Sally to respond to his email. I don't know what she said. Her response didn't include me, but I received a second email wishing me well in my new adventure.

That evening, kissing each other in bed, I pulled the sheet down, exposing Sally's naked body. With my fingers playing with her pussy, I kissed her neck, kissed her chest, sucked on her nipples, kissed her stomach. As I kissed further down, she spread her legs wider, letting me kiss her pussy. Lightly biting her pussy lips, I spread her pussy with my fingers, playing with her opening with my tongue. I licked my way up her pussy, licking and kissing her until I hit her clitoris. Softly blowing and licking it, circling it with my tongue until she grabbed my hair, pulling my face into her. I kept licking, flicking it with my tongue, feeling the hard button suddenly disappear. Sally's legs clamped around me, her hands pulling my hair, as an orgasm raced through her.

Hearing her breathing hard, uttering a soft "My god," I kept kissing and licking her until her button was hard again.

Sally lifted my head by my hair, looking at me with desire, and said, "Fuck me."

I kissed my way back up her body, kissing her deeply as I entered her. Sally wrapped her legs around me. I fucked her hard, driving into her, making her head rock back against the pillow, driving as deep as I could, feeling her orgasm two more times before I filled her with my seed.

We lay in bed holding each other, her coming down from her orgasms, me trying to catch my breath from my exertion.

Sally asked me, "Bob, what kinds of sex haven't you tried before?"

I asked, "You want to know what Beth wouldn't do?"

Sally softly said, "Yes."

I told her, "I've never had anal sex. I would get a blowjob once in a great while, but I never finished in Beth's mouth; she never stoked me to orgasm and didn't want me going down on her.

Sally chuckled at the last one, "Who taught you to bring a woman to an orgasm with?"

I chuckled and said, "Porn videos."

Sally laughed out loud, "You can watch all the porn you want if you can make me cum like that."

I asked her, "Do you mind tasting yourself on my lips?"

She said, "I'm not a lesbian, but I could learn to like the taste if it's on you."

I said, "I had tried to initiate anal sex with Beth once, but she stopped me. She said it was dirty and would hurt." "I never tried again."

A couple of nights later, we watched a few anal sex porn videos, watching how the lube was applied to the woman's asses, how many fingers were used to get them comfortable, and the different positions both partners used.

I said, "I don't have anything to make it comfortable enough for you." "We can stop by a sex shop and purchase something tomorrow if you want to try it."

Sally kissed me, "Let's do that."

Sally was very forthright with the sex shop clerk, "What do we need to make anal sex comfortable?"

The clerk showed us the lubricant made just for anal sex, the hot water bottle, an attachment to clean her colon, and a butt plug to get used to being filled with cock.

After purchasing everything, we drove home. We immediately watched a video on how to use the hot water bottle. Sally used it and said it was erotic, filling herself with the liquid, expelling it, and watching the water run clear.

I realized that Sally was giving all of herself to me, causing me to make some decisions I'd been putting off for some time.

I told her I was considering starting my own company and would like her to be my partner. She kissed me and said, "I would prefer to be your secretary."

Sally kept her colon clean every day. Then, one day, Sally walked into my office near quitting time. She said, "I've been wearing the butt plug all day." "I'm so horny I could fuck you on our drive home."

That night, I squirted a dollop of lube on my fingers.

I said, "Sally, roll onto your stomach, lift your ass in the air with your knees.

When Sally was in position, she said, "You better fuck me good."

I pulled out the butt plug, applied the lube to her asshole, rubbing it around, watching her use her fingers on her pussy.

She stopped when I inserted the first finger into her asshole, pushing it in until my knuckles touched her ass.

I immediately started stroking in and out with my finger until any resistance left her rectum. Adding more lube, I inserted two fingers into her. I was pushing in, letting her become comfortable with them before stroking them in and out of her, again, only stopping when any resistance left her.

With more lube, I inserted three fingers. This time, I slowly pushed them inside Sally's ass and, once in, started stroking immediately. I could feel her clenching on my fingers, her hand working her pussy again. Her resistance eased, telling me it was time for four fingers.

Applying more lube, I slowly pushed four fingers into her. Hearing a soft whimper, her hand still working her pussy, I waited for her to tell me to stop until all four of my fingers were fully inserted into her. Stoking my fingers in and out of her asshole, I could feel her relaxing.

Sally said, "Fuck my ass."

I applied lube to my cock, which was about as wide as my four fingers.

Rubbing my cock head around her asshole, pushing gently, backing away, pushing again, backing away again until my cock head was inside her. I heard a soft "My god" as I eased my cock further into her.

I felt my cock being squeezed as I pushed until I was entirely inside her. I didn't move, feeling the squeezing sensation ease. When I felt like she was ready, I started stroking in and out of her colon, butt fucking her.

I slowly increased my speed until I was slamming into her ass, creating a loud slapping sound, filling the bedroom.

I had butt fucked her for a few minutes when I felt her shudder with an orgasm. I kept fucking her, feeling her have another orgasm.

I said, "I'm cumming."

I filled her colon with my cum, hearing her cry a little. Fearing I had hurt her, I quickly pulled out. I started to apologize.

Sally said, "Those were the best orgasms I've ever had."

She said, "I felt so exposed, vulnerable, and loved." "Thank you."

She laughed when I said, "We aim to please."

My first blowjob was a disaster. Beth hated having my cock in her mouth and only went through the motions, giving up early, leaving me unsatisfied.

I woke one Saturday morning, feeling my cock rising, realizing Sally had me in her mouth. She started kissing my cock, using her tongue on my cock head opening, licking the underside of my cock head.

She copied what the porn stars did, taking my cock head into her mouth, and, while sucking hard, pulled her mouth off my cock, making a sloppy popping sound. Over and over, taking me deeper into her mouth each time. She started keeping me in her mouth, unable to take all of me in her mouth without gagging, bobbing her head, sucking, licking my cock, all at the same time. I felt myself getting close and asked, "I'm about to cum. Do you want to stoke me to orgasm instead?"

She looked at me, my cock filling her mouth, shook her head, and returned to giving me my first real blowjob.

I rested my hand on her head, letting her know how much I enjoyed her efforts.

Finally, I said, "I'm cumming." She stopped bobbing her head, leaving only my cock head in her mouth as I gave her my cum.

Most of my cum leaked out of her mouth, but she kept her mouth closed around my cock until I was finished cumming

Pulling her mouth off my cock, looking at my smile, she said, "You enjoyed that."

Sally lay at my side, her head close to my cock, stroking me, and said, "We could spend hours making each other orgasm."

She kept stroking me until I was hard again. Sally continued to stroke me, squeezing my cock, letting her palm rub over my cock head, driving my desire higher.

Sally's stroking increased in speed, stroking me as I played with her pussy, rubbing her clitoris.

Sally watched my cock, stroking me until I shot cum several inches into the air.

Sally's hand and my stomach were covered in cum; Sally said, "WOW." "You liked that!"

I placed my house on the market, wanting to sell it, and rented an apartment until we found the perfect home.

Two months later, we closed on a house a few miles away from my old house, which sold quickly.

We consecrated our new home by having sex in every room of the house.

We noticed a young man next door had a telescope trained on our house.

Sally said, "Let's keep the drapes and blinds open." "We can give him a show."

Sally stood in front of our bedroom window, the window the man had his telescope trained on. She slowly started removing her clothes.

I sat on our bed watching her with strip club music playing in my head.

Looking at the window, Sally removed her bra and turned in a full circle, massaging her breasts, her fingers rubbing her nipples.

Sally turned her back to the window, focusing her attention on me, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans; she slowly bent over, pushing them down her trim legs, her ass pushing out.

Sally stood back up, pushed her thumbs into her pantie waistband, and again bent over, her knees locked, her legs spread slightly, pushing them down her legs.

Sliding her panties under her feet, Sally spread her legs, rubbing her pussy.

Sally stood up, looking at me, lust in her eyes, and said, "Fuck me, Bob." "Fuck me now."

I walked to her, slowly removing my clothes. Sally's hands roamed over my body.

I removed my shirt; Sally rubbed my chest. I stepped out of my sandals while Sally unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. Letting them fall, Sally shoved her hands down my boxers, grabbing my cock.

I placed my hands on top of her head. Applying a little pressure, Sally dropped to her knees.

Sally pulled my boxers down, stroking my cock, kissed its head.

Sally kissed and licked my cock, sucking on my cock head, finally taking me in her mouth.

Sally gave me an aggressive blowjob, sucking hard with her hands on my hips.

Sally stopped moving, holding my cock in her mouth, leaning against me, moaning, shuddering from her orgasm. She pulled her mouth off my cock.

Sally looked up at me and said, "That was a good orgasm." "Fuck me."

I helped her stand and turned her around.

I said, "Lean over, place your hands on the chair arm."