This is a fantasy about my secret desire to suck a cock and how my wife, who didn't even realize that I wanted to, masterminded a plan where I was forced to suck off a complete stranger. All characters are at least 21 years of age and are not meant to depict anyone in real life.
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My name is Bob Turner. I am 55 years of age and a widower. My wife died 10 years ago when she was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer that claimed her life in less than a year. I really loved Nancy and I missed her so much that I decided I never wanted to go through the pain of losing a spouse again so I stayed single. She left me a large sum of money in our estate that enabled me to retire from the work force and live out my life wishing she was still here.
I just figured I would enjoy retirement alone and go off into the sunset dreaming of all the wonderful times I had with her. But something changed my life forever and I really had little to do with it.
I had become a pretty darn good cook, if I have to say so myself, since I had to make my own meals since Nancy was gone. But it did get lonely at times eating by myself and cleaning up after afterwards. So sometimes I would 'treat' myself to meals at a restaurant. It was at Conway's Roadside Stop that my life began to change.
It was a Saturday evening about five years ago that I went to Conway's for dinner. There weren't any good college football games on the tube so I just figured it was time to dine out. I had eaten at Conway's before so I knew the food was good.
As fate would have it, I was seated in a corner of the dining area, which I didn't mind since I had become somewhat of a loner since my wife died. I really still missed her but there wasn't much I could do about it. Damn cancer!
When the waitress came to my table to give me the menu, I was off in another world, reading the advertisement placemat in front of me, and I didn't notice her at first. When she asked me if I would like something to drink I had to look up at her. She had the nicest voice I had heard in a while. I could hardly believe how pretty she was and therefore I couldn't speak at first! With a big, beautiful smile she asked me again if I would like something to drink and it snapped me out of my daze.
"Sorry!" I said. "I was in a fog. I would just like a glass of ice water please." I was so stunned by this woman's beauty that when she asked if I was ready to order I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind, a T-bone steak! Still smiling and looking like someone out of a magazine, she asked me if I wanted a baked potato with that and I said yes. I also asked for the vegetable mix and she said thank you.
As she walked away to place the order I couldn't help but notice she had gorgeous legs under that short dress with a hem that stopped just above the knees. She sure would make a nice girlfriend, I thought to myself, but a woman that fine HAS to be married or at least seeing someone.
She was one of the friendliest people I had ever met. I estimated her to be about 5'9" tall, which would have made her two inches taller than me. (later I found out she was actually 5-11) She was not only charming but very beautiful. She served me as if I was her best friend even though we just met!
Later on as I was almost finished eating my steak she approached my table with the check. She explained to me that her shift was about to end and that her feet were tired, so I asked her to sit down and join me since I was almost finished anyway. The restaurant wasn't very busy so to my pleasant surprise she accepted my invitation and told me she'd be right back after she finished up a few things. When she came back I arose from my seat as all good gentlemen should do and helped her to her seat. She was carrying a glass of iced tea and a piece of apple pie.
We sat there talking for almost two hours until she realized the restaurant was closing. I told her about my wife passing away a few years ago and she seemed very compassionate. She told me how she was married but her husband cheated on her and she divorced him, to which I responded by saying, "How can any man in his right mind want to cheat on YOU?"
I apologized to the woman who was cleaning up for being there so long and then we left the building. I walked her to her car and she asked me to get in with her. She spoke with a cute southern accent, which wasn't too unordinary since we both lived in Southern Virginia. I learned her name was Ashleigh Turner, which resulted in laughter since we had the same last names. I also learned (she offered, I didn't ask) that she had just turned fifty years of age, which really surprised me since she looked more like mid-30's. "Ashleigh, there is NO way you're 50! I would have bet a lot of money that you're more like 35! But seriously, you're FIFTY?"
"Yes, I just turned fifty two weeks ago. Boy Scouts honor!" she said.
"Boy Scouts honor?!" I said, and we both laughed over that too. So she even has a sense of humor, I thought to myself?
We sat in that car for over an hour talking but it was getting late. Time just flew by as we were enjoying each other's company so much. So I asked her if she would like to go out to dinner some night and she happily agreed. Of course we didn't go to Conway's but instead we went to a very nice restaurant that was known for its great food and dancing. It felt so good to be in the company of another woman after such a long time alone. I thought to myself that even Nancy would approve of it if it made me happy.
That was the first date Ashleigh and I had, but there were many more after that. We fell in love and became a twosome, and even though I thought I would never be happy with another woman after a great marriage with Nancy, nature had different ideas and Ashleigh and I made plans for marriage in the fall a year later. And even though neither of us were virgins anymore we made a promise to each other that there wouldn't be any sex until our wedding night.
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We drove to the beautiful Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania for our honeymoon. We spent some time driving around looking at the beauty of the changing of the autumn leaves that was breath taking, but my thoughts were getting my wife in bed to consummate our marriage. The weather was gorgeous and Ashleigh wore short shorts for our trip and I couldn't keep my hands off her great legs.
As we prepared to snuggle up together for the first time, she said she wanted to use the bathroom to tidy up a bit before getting into bed with me. So I slid into bed and just lay there patiently waiting for my wife to come to me. When the bathroom door opened and she walked out I was stunned to say the least. She was wearing a short light blue baby doll nightie with matching panties and the sexiest smile I had ever seen. She must have paid a small fortune for the outfit because as I was soon to find out, it was pure imported silk.
Now Nancy was lovely and I really enjoyed her great body, especially her fine legs, but (and no offense to her) Ashleigh's legs were unbelievable! Her blue panties were very short and even two sizes too small and they covered almost nothing. And since I am a leg man my eyes automatically went straight to her thighs. They were nicely tanned and silky smooth and very shapely. Ashleigh told me she once was a track star in high school and that she still worked out regularly, but I never in my wildest dreams thought this woman would be this hot!
"Ashleigh, I think you lied to me," I said to her as my dick became the hardest it was in several years.
"I DID?" she said as she came over to the bed and sat down. "How did I lie to you, Honey?"
"You told me you just turned 50. There is NO WAY a body like yours can be 50 years old! As I said before, I think you look more like 35!"
