I will always remember my late wife's last words. "Go out and find someone to love and who will love you. I love you, but please don't forget me."
My wife, Catherine was the most beautiful woman I had ever met or likely to meet. She was as tall as me, had a slender figure and eyes so blue they reminded you of the sky on a summers day. Best of all she was vivacious, kind and gentle. Everyone she met fell in love with her, men and women. Her smile would light up a room and she was the centre of attention whenever we went to a party.
We met on the first few weeks of university, my first real girlfriend. I was rather jealous the first time I took her to a party. She was soon surrounded by men and women. While I was stood in the kitchen with a drink in my hand wondering how long our relationship had to last. I soon had an answer. She came back to me and her lips were on mine. "If you want to stay here we will but I'd rather you took me to bed." She told me after that she was a virgin and saved herself for the 'right man'.
"Now Mr Right you better make an honest woman of me. The day we graduated she proposed.
That was then and now she is dead. This was our death us do part. Cervical cancer took her from me before we could do the things we wanted to do together.
All my fault. I was too busy running a very successful light engineering company to notice that my wife and lover was in pain. She found out too late that a terrible disease would end her life and mine. She would never have children, watch them grow and become a grandmother. All the things she deserved now gone. I wanted to die with her. I didn't, I sat by her side and watched her fade away.
I was down and felt like ending my life. Some days I cried and cried. I pulled myself round and arranged all Catherine's affairs.
Too soon it was the funeral. I said my 'good byes' and watched her coffin disappear behind curtains.
Jean and Dave, our best friends were the only ones left after the wake.
"Leave everything, don't bother packing you are coming with us."
An hour later I was sat in Jean and Steve's house drinking wine and reminiscing about the good times we had when Catherine was with us. By bedtime I'd drunk half a bottle of wine.
I'd closed my eye and was trying to sleep when I heard the click of the door. I opened them to a still blackened room. Not so black I couldn't make out a figure moving around the bed. I knew it was Jean from the shape. She pulled back the covers and slid in beside me.
"You know Steve we just want to make you happy."
Her hand slid to my crotch and she took hold of my limp cock. At the same time she moved over me and kissed me on the lips. Her tongue was in my mouth. I put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her away.
"What about Dave?"
"He knows, his idea, at first."
"You sure?"
"Sure, you want me to go and get him to tell you?"
"No, it's okay," I said not wanting him in here with his wife by my side holding my now hard cock.
"Now shut the fuck up and lay back and enjoy."
She kissed me again and I opened my mouth to let her in. Her hand was gentle stroking my meat and it felt like it would explode. Lucky for me it didn't. She let go and I moaned. Her hand found mine and she moved it down to her crotch. I could feel she had a landing strip and below, a very warm and very wet slit. I fingered her for the next maybe ten minutes. First one finger and she moaned into my mouth. Two fingers in and she pressed herself against my hand. She spread her legs and I tried three fingers. I thought I'd done the wrong thing when she broke the kiss.
Still with my cock in hand she slid down the bed. First she kissed each of my nipples then my belly. She pulled back my foreskin and kissed the head of my cock. I moaned as I felt her warmth enveloping my head and then her lips were on my shaft. My hands went to here hair and I gently massaged her head. Oh hell I could feel my glans so painful as her tongue circled under the hood. She bobbed and I could feel the back of her throat. I was near cumming when she slowed and held me in her mouth. I was in agony. I needed to cum, the first time since Cath got sick.
"Please," I said, "Please let me."
I made out a "nu, nu." as she held herself above me. I bucked up into her mouth. She held my hips, all her weight holding me down. It seemed an age before she moved and her tongue circled my head. Then she went to town on me, bobbing up and down while her tongue rasped against my head. I tensed and then it happened. Something started in my toes, that sensation of all my muscles twitching. The wave of pleasure flooded up my legs and seemed to aim for my cock. I held on trying not to spurt. Too late as a month's worth of red hot cum shot from my cock into her waiting mouth. The sensation was unbelievable. I lay fixed on the bed with a beautiful woman sucking the last of my offerings.
"I love you Cath," I said and then realised where and who I was with.
She came up the bed and kissed me. Her tongue in my mouth and with it a load of my cum. I swallowed and she broke the kiss. She moved down a little and pulled the duvet over us. She rested her head on my chest.
"I'm sorry. I called you Cath."
Even in the darkness I could see she looked up at me.
"I'm flattered you should compare me with Cath."
She rolled away and lay on her side with her back to me. She found my hand and pulled me on to her. I spooned behind her, my hand on her substantial tit. I fell asleep with my hard cock pressed into her back asleep.
I woke, alone in the bed. The thoughts of the night before running around in my head. What the fuck was I going to say to Dave. What the fuck was I going to say to Jean.
"Thanks for the blow job." Oh ye, that was going to go down really well. I froze as the door opened and Jean came in.
"Thought you"d like a nice cup of coffee. You sleep well?"
I came up in the bed.
"Fine thank you," I said looking at Jean.
Her dressing gown, a thin silk and not too long garment, was open and hanging on her shoulders. It was quite apparent she had nothing on underneath.
"Hope you enjoyed last night as much as I did?"
"Yes wonderful. Thank you very much."
"You drink your coffee. Breakfast in half an hour. I've left some clothes for you on the bathroom seat. Take your time," she said kissing me on the lips.
As she leaned down her gown came away and I could see her tits hanging in front of me.
I showered and put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that had been left for me. I walked hesitantly down the stairs.
"Dave's had to go into work but he said he'd be back before lunch."
Jean closed on me and and she kissed me on the lips. I pulled back.
"You absolutely sure he's okay with what we did?"
"Of course. We sat and discussed this at length. He's happy and so am I, hope you are?"
"More tha happy, surprised but very happy."
Dave came back in the afternoon and we sat and ate lunch.
"Sorry I missed you this morning, work and all that. Sometimes the guys need their arses wiped."
"Dave, no need for that." said Jean.
"Look, I've been lumbered with writing a report and it has to be in by the end of the week so I'm not going to be much fun. Why don't you and Jean have a drive around and get some fresh air this afternoon?"
