FOR OUR WIDOWED FRIEND
I asked her if she would be willing to give our widowed friend what he hadn't had for five long years, and she nodded, smiled, and said she would be happy to. I let her take care of it herself, going to him, letting him know she wanted to give him what he'd been missing, and staying with him for three lust-filled nights.
I asked if she would tell me about it and she agreed. "I called and asked Ben if I could stop by, and he agreed," she said. "I think he knew, or at least hoped. When I got there we sat in his kitchen and chatted at the table. He seemed relaxed, but I could see gratitude in his eyes, anticipation and need and hope. I finally asked him if he wanted it on the couch, the floor, or was there any place that he didn't want it because it was too sensitive and painful a memory. He simply shook his head.
"He asked if we could shower first, because that is what they always did. I told him I would do anything he wanted, absolutely anything. He thanked me and led me to the shower stall. I undressed him, as she would, and soaped him up when we were under the shower head. Then I let him soap me completely, washing my pussy, my breasts, and my legs and bottom.
"He dried me and I did him, and he toweled between my legs and kissed each nipple. He said it was 'their' routine. Β Then he led me naked to their bed and pulled ack the covers and said she loved cowgirl and he got on his back and helped me straddle him. If she liked it I would do my best to live up to that. I lowered myself down on his erection that was pointing straight up and ready and had long been ignored.
"I squeezed it in me and bounced over him until he came and I let him fill me. It is long past time I had to worry, so I let him spew his semen into me without concern. When he was done I got off of him and knelt next to his hips and took his flaccid dick in my hand and put my lips over the end and sucked the tip, running my tongue over the knob, around the fleshy bulb, down his shaft, and then I took him to the back of my throat and held him there, sucking on his erect penis until he began to throb.
"When he started to come I held him in my mouth and swallowed every bit that shot from his spouting cock, letting him feed me his semen, allowing him to empty his balls down my throat, hoping he was loving it.
"When he finished we rested, and he asked if I would let him eat me on the kitchen counter and I willingly agreed. He sat me next to the sink, still naked, and then parted my legs and licked the foam from my pussy, then he put his tongue deep into me and sucked on my clit until I screamed and came. He licked what flowed from me like sauce. He licked my showered ass and stuck his tongue as far in as it would go.
"Then we went back to the bed and cuddled and slept. We must have been asleep for hours, because when I awoke he was smiling down at me. "You look so beautiful," he said.
"Then he asked if I'd let him do me doggy, from behind and I said, "Of course." I got on my knees, right on the bed and he got behind me, greased me up with lube and put his dick at my backdoor. I leaned back against him and he pushed, forcing himself into me. It was slippery and it went right in. At first it hurt, but then my sphincter relaxed and he began moving into me, in and out, slow then fast, and we went on like that for awhile.
"He probably fucked me for an hour, because I got sore, but I wouldn't ask him to stop. After he had fucked my ass for quite some time he pulled out and began kissing and licking my anus. He was amazing. Five years of abstinence had kept him from sex long enough to make him ravenous and insatiable. After he ate me and I slumped on the bed, he began kissing and licking my bottom like a wild man.
"I must have fallen asleep after that because before I knew it we were in a naked heap and he was sleeping across me. He awoke and we started kissing and got into missionary and started slowly fucking again, leisurely and intimate. We had fucked but this time it was making love, and I believe he was doing it to his wife. He called me by her name and I let it pass. We went like that until he started to cry and I let him go on and relieve himself of the sorrow he felt and had held in for five years.