There's Just Some Comparison

The dim lighting of the bedroom was still enough for him to nudge his way through. Dante unsteadily made his way to the bed, swaying slightly as he pulled the covers back. Grief was all encompassing at first, but he's found the courage of bourbon and medical marijuana made life worth living again. 42, fit, strong and a widower. His wife and daughter were stolen from him months ago by a drunk driver, Dante was trying to find his way in life.

Tonight his sister in law Tonya had come over to visit and remember Claire with him. She'd brought Woodford Reserve and a pair of edibles from her favorite shop. Dante was sure her husband was going to be a VERY lucky man later, as she'd called an uber and with a smirk and a wink disappeared after hours of drinking and reminiscing about Claire.

Tonya's parting word to Dante still rang in his ears... "Sooner or later you will have to try again. We will never forget her, but you have to try and live again." The way she'd said it and licked her lips made Dante very conscious of her. Claire had rocked Dante's world from the minute he'd met her through the courting well into marriage. To discount Tonya though would be a mistake. Younger by 14 months, and body doubles, Tonya was a sluttier, nastier version of Claire's housewife demeanor.

Naked, laying in bed, Dante started to think of his dead wife and how their bedroom had always had one rule - No judgment. When Claire had announced that she wanted to try - maybe just the once - being slapped around in a fantasy rape, Dante had firmly established a safe word and gesture, and they'd played out many a night after that to Claire's delight. Bruised, swollen but satisfied, his wife had praised him for weeks after their first foray. It empowered Dante to ask for the watersports event he'd dreamed of. Having his wife spray him with her warm urine had simultaneously disgusted and aroused him. Having her cum while she did it made him love her, and trust himself, even more.

He drifted off to sleep, thinking of their fun and the great times holding her and laughing.

With tears in his eyes, he slowly came to, imagining her warmth spooned behind him, tickling his nipple. Her warm breath in his ear, whispering "you smell so fucking good. all I could think about all night was wondering if you smelled this good outside your clothes, what you'd smell like wrapped around me. I saw your bulge and the way you looked at my tits... And I want you to, Dante... I want you to take what you want, because I am so fucking sick of offering it and not having it accepted."

Dante slowly became aware of the fact that his sister law was the one behind him, in his bed, slowly tracing circles around his nipple and rubbing her tits into his back. He tried to push away, but the THC, bourbon, and intense pleasure just kept him glued to the spot. He mentally chastised himself for his growing erection, but there was no denying nature.

"Claire said it was huge, but when I saw it in your pants tonight I realized she meant it. When Claire said you would bruise her diaphragm, I thought it was just her teasing me. It's going to hurt so much when you get past 4 inches... I'll probably cry for a while... Will you still love me if the crying is really me masking a long drawn out orgasm?"

Dante started to roll away from Tonya, but she held him firmly and wouldn't let him move. "Shh, just listen for another moment. Roger is a great guy, but a terrible husband. He's been distracted, distant and "tired" for months, so I asked him flat out if we were over. We're not, but we are. He's moving in with his college girlfriend, and I am getting the house and alimony. I am not asking you to take his place, but I am asking you to take your place between my legs. I can do things for you that you don't even know you want done. Like right now, Dante, I can feel how backed up you are and how much you need a release."

Tonya's hand had left his chest and was working its way to his waist. Dante, embarrassed, managed to say "Tonya, I can't... You're too much like her, and... ooooohhhh ffffuuuuucccckkkk" his words trailed off as her hand found her prize.

"Shit, you're not kidding," Tonya whispered as she snaked her fingers around his shaft, "It's fucking huge...You have got to be ten inches, babe."

"Uh, oh fuck, it's 11 inches, uhhh, Claire used to measure iiiiiiiittttttt." Tonya's hand was sliding around his swollen head, the purple crown was as large as her palm and he was already drooling into her grip.

"I'm going to have a hard time getting this fucking thing in my mouth, but I want to feel it. Claire said your rebound time was still amazing, can you shoot in my face and still fuck me like the slut that I am? Can you break this bitch? Hm, babe?"

With that Dante rolled to his side, meeting his lovers caress with a stroke of his own. "it's a lot, it's embarrassing, Tonya, I drool OUNCES and cum in CUPS. I didn't know it was unusual until college when I made out with a girl and she freaked out on me. This is not a delicate, easy situation. I'm your brother in law and you look just like my dead wife. Part of me wants to fuck you into submission and the other part of me knows that I should turn and run. You got me hard, you teased my nipple and you turned me on to this point. I am going to make a mess of you, Tonya, and I'm going to enjoy it."

"Promises, promises" she whispered as she slid to his crotch. He grabbed the back of Tonyas head guided his cock to her face. A thick stream of precum was drooling from the tip of his head and he wiped the head across her face.