My name is Tom and I am 43 years old. I live in a Mid-Western City, with no family close by. I was married for 18 years to a wonderful woman, but 2 years ago she was killed in a Hit and Run. We never had any children, and so I have been alone for what has seemed a long time.
For a long time during our marriage we would go to "The Farm" owned by my wife's cousin and her husband. We spent many Memorial days, 4th of July and Labor Day weekends, at the farm camping out. There was always a lot of drinking and fun work, but mostly just a great get together with a lot of friends and family.
It was a real farm, but most of the 200 acres, were leased by other farmers, and the Homestead was just 8 acres, with the older house, a small Barn where they raised some chickens, and a shed for all of the lawn and gardening tractors and tools needed for a farm. There was also a large fire pit, which ended up being where everyone congregated around every night when we had these parties. The farm is near a small town but about 2 hours away from where I live. The Farm is far enough from any other houses that we can make as much noise without getting any complaints.
Since this was my wife's family, and when I lost her, I felt a lot of pain initially; It hurt to have these very fond memories and eventually I kind of lost contact.
Around Mid-May I got a voicemail message from My Wife's Cousin, Sandy, she had lost her husband to Cancer several years earlier also. It had been a long and painful experience for her, but she had family and friends to help her get by. Sandy and Todd had one son Tad, who was now grown and out on his own. He was off working after graduating from college, so that left Sandy alone at the farm.
Sandy called and asked if I could come to the farm for their Memorial Day party. It had been a long time since I was able to face these people who I had considered family and friends, but it was time to get back into life. I called her back and gladly accepted.
That Friday I finished up work and backed my camping gear, a cooler full of beer and hit the road. I drove the two hours arriving just before dark. After many hugs and getting my tent set up, and gear stowed away, it was finally time to start the partying and we drank well into the night.
My wife had taken me to the farm and I had met Sandy and her Husband Todd Smith while we were dating 20 some years ago. I always thought that Sandy was very attractive, even though she was 8 years older than me. Not a classic beauty, but incredibly sweet, friendly, with a nice figure. She is blond, around 5'6" with a Farm wife figure, round Ass, with nice large tits. Even after 20 years, I still considered her very hot.
I never considered doing anything with her, as we were both happily married, but I did enjoy the view and the hugs when we came to the farm.
As the weekend evolved the guys went and played golf, and the girls went shopping, we hiked, played some cards, had a campfire, all of the normal things we had done for years. It felt great to get back to doing these "Normal" things with people I had missed.
During the weekend I noticed that some of the repairs and other projects on the house that had been in mid phase and just stopped after Todd got sick. Most notably one of the upstairs bedrooms was completely gutted as if waiting for someone, to insulate and drywall the room and get it back to being a finished usable room. I mentioned to Sandy that I was quite handy and had done similar work to my own home and if she was interested I could put in a couple of weekends to help finish this project.
I am sure she thought I was just being nice, but to my surprise the next week, I got a call from Sandy and she asked if my offer still stood to fix up the room. As my weekends were free, I told her I would love to pay her back for all of the good times we have had at the farmhouse. I told her I would come up that Friday.
I had tons of vacation days built up, so I took Friday off. I have always been an early riser, and with my tools already in the car, I left the house by 6 a.m. and was pulling into the farm just before 8. I guess she didn't expect me that early, because when I knocked on the door, she looked out the window and saw it was me and answered the door in just a nightgown. It was one of those floor length flannel jobs, about as sexy as a potato sack, but when she thanked me for coming and gave me a hug, I noticed there was no bra holding her large tits in place and I could feel their softness pressing against my chest. Her hug lasted a couple of seconds longer than just a "Hi" hug. I was starting to get light headed as blood rushed to my lower head and to my upper head as I started to Blush. I had to break contact before I really got embarrassed.