She could not believe it was real. After years of using a vibrator and pillow by herself, there was something more substantial that had her attention. Something that would grow hard at the slightest touch of her hand and that she could conform her mouth around. It was as if he had a cock that was made for her alone.
For months he had promised her three days and she had imagined taking all his clothes and hiding them under the bed. She wanted that luxury of seeing him in all his naked splendor.
She was thrilled her child bearing years were behind her and she was able to give him something that her husband did not have. He could go bareback and not be afraid of an unwanted pregnancy.
She had always believed in hugs and what the skin to skin contact meant.
When her husband was ill, she noticed how many people were afraid to touch him. This angered her all the more. She went out of her way to touch him.
She even went so far as to tell the nurses her plans. Early one morning she went into his room and stripped to her raincoat. She flashed him. He smiled and scooted over. He needed to be needed and she need to give of herself. She could not allow a negative thought to enter her psyche.
The love she felt for him intensified.
It shattered on the last day of his life. She had gone into the room where he lay and got no response when she kissed his lips or squeezed his hand. All that was left was the formalities. She had no strength to stay for his last breath.
She never expected to live this long.
She cried. She knew that emotional memories had no time stamp. For the first time in her life she was alone.
She prayed.
She had forgotten that God answers prayers in His time.
She came across a name on the internet. They started a friendship that led them to this point.
This point where he lay in her bed asleep with the stirring in his loins.
She wasn't sure if he was real.
He looked so peaceful with his arm touching her. She couldn't resist and formed a small amount of saliva in her mouth.
She lowered her head and kissed the tip slowly opening her mouth allowing her saliva to moisten the tip as she slowly started to suck it and feel it grow under her ministrations.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the task at hand. His hand went to her head and started to massage her scalp as she smiled and sucked harder.
In all the years she was married there was no time for subtleties. The need outweighed the luxury of exploration. The need for him inside her far outweighed the desire for trying different techniques.
She had been sexually abused as a child, she had been called a slut behind her back in school. She knew what others thought of her and what she thought of herself for letting the assaults happen.
Only one man had made her feel special. That is until now.
This man in bed next to her, had made her feel the same way. This man who was responding to her ministrations had managed to see past her scars, emotional and physical.
He loved her without reservation and condition. He loved her despite and because of the flaws.
He saw something in her that she could not find without him, and vise versa.
He had no desire to have her kneel before him, but her mouth was doing such delightful things to him and he wanted to respond in kind.
His mouth wanted to taste her pussy and his fingers wanted to push inside her sugar walls. He wanted to see her expression of bliss.
