The Widower

She had started the rumors. Whispering into her girlfriends' ears. "He's hung like a horse." "I'm so sore, he wouldn't let me rest last night. He fucked me for hours." "He may look gentle, but I love the way he dominates me." "We never make love. He just fucks me hard and I love it."

And of course the girlfriends whispered too. And, the rumors took on a life of there own. He could tell by the stares when they came into his lumber and building supply store or when they ran into him at the local market or country club. They flirted with him constantly and their innuendo was quite clear. "We want that big dick."

But, he never strayed. He loved her with all his heart. He loved their life together and their family. They were an All-American couple in public and at home. They were very different in the privacy of their bedroom. He had the perfect life.

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A few clapped when he walked into the banquet hall. The men shook his hand and slapped his back. Their wives hugged him and kissed his cheek in welcome. He arrived two hours into the annual football booster's dance. It was a blue-collar affair...BYOB and BYO appetizers. The DJ, a high school kid, played dance music. Empty beer bottles lined every table. The appetizers had turned cold, the men drunk and the woman were dancing with each other on the dance floor. Typical.

They had begged him to come. "It's been five months." "You need to get out and have fun." "The children are adapting and you should too." He hadn't been to a dance alone, in thirteen years. Tonight would be different.

Someone handed him a bottle of ice-cold beer. It was gone in thirty seconds and a second was thrust into his hand. "Better slow down," he thought. "The kids have practice at 8:00 in the morning, which means I have to wake up at 5:30 and get to the gym early."

He had let himself slip after her funeral. He missed two months at the gym, but had since made up for the short time off. The hard workouts helped him forget. He was proud of his body. He was 5'10", 175 lbs with a 44-inch chest and 32-inch waist. He didn't have six-pack abs, but a two-pack was okay for a 41-year-old man.

Cassie Martin spotted Christopher from the dance floor. The only reason she noticed him was because he was talking with her husband Bill. "I'll be damned," she said out loud. "I didn't think he would come." The girls in her group turned and saw Christopher and Bill talking. Well, Christopher was talking, while Bill, in a drunken stupor, nodded his head. They watched for a minute as Christopher moved from group to group and wondered, "are the rumors true?"

Cassie made her move thirty minutes later. Christopher was by himself. He was watching the women dance. She smiled and walked toward him. She was the biggest flirt in town. He loved the way she teased him over the years. Her blond hair bounced on her shoulders as she walked. Her short sundress showed the cleavage from her 38-inch C-cup. And her legs and hips filled out her five foot eight inch frame to perfection.

"I'm glad you came," Cassie said, as she leaned in to kiss his lips. Her breast pressed against his chest and her hips into his crotch. He felt a quick hint of her tongue. He always thought Cassie was sexy and decided he would tease her back.

They made a silent toast, his beer bottle against her plastic wine glass. She kept her hand on his waist as they turned side by side to watch the crowd. They both noticed that Cassie's husband was in a drunken discussion with a few other equally drunk men.

"Have you decided on the replacement windows yet? The Lance windows are still on sale," Christopher told her.

"Money's a bit tight right now. I don't want to put it off, but I have to wait a few more months."

"Cassie, you've been such a good customer over the years. I'll honor the sale price beyond the end of the month. Just tell me when your ready."

In thanks, she leaned in and kissed his cheek. Then she took his hand and led him to the dance floor. They found a spot in the middle of Cassie's girlfriends. Christopher had to admit, this was exciting. Dazzling smiles, bouncing tits and swaying asses. For a bunch of 30 something year old married women, they were hot and they looked horny.

And speaking of hot, the banquet hall was a steam bath. After two songs, Christopher's shirt was soaking wet and his pressed khaki pants had lost its starch. His semi-hard cock ran down his left leg and he noticed the women staring at it.

The group laughed as the DJ played the next song. It was the 70's hit "Stairway to Heaven", a ten minute slow dance.

The girls started walking from the dance floor, but Cassie grabbed Christopher's arm and gave him a questioning look. "You don't think Bill would mind," he asked? With a sad smile, Cassie shook her head no.

It felt good to have a woman's body pressed against his as they swayed to the song. It had been too long. As Cassie pressed into him, he started to get hard. The dance floor became crowded with other dancing couples. Luckily, it was impossible to see Cassie grind her pussy into Christopher's cock. He got even harder.

She looked into his eyes, gave him a wicked smile and whispered into his ear, "I know the rumors are an exaggeration, but you do feel pretty big."

"What do the rumors say," Christopher asked?

"Eight inches and thick," Cassie responded with a laugh.

After a short pause Christopher responded. "The rumors are wrong," he whispered back. "I'm ten inches and very thick." She gave him an unbelieving smile, laughed again and continued to dance.

"You don't believe me?" he continued, as he pulled her tight and pressed his cock into her pussy.

When Cassie moaned and breathed heavily against his neck, he said, "We should make a bet."

"What kind of a bet?" she asked with a glazed look in her eye.

They danced for a short while longer before he responded. "If I've lied and I'm not ten inches, I will give you the replacement windows for free," he offered.

Cassie smiled and asked, "And if you haven't lied?"

"If I haven't lied, you will order the windows at full price. And," he teased.

"And what?"

"And, you'll give me a blowjob," he said as his hand slid down and quickly cupped her ass.

When she didn't object, he slid his second hand to her ass and massaged her cheeks for the rest of the song. Her ass was firm and tight. He could feel a small thong disappear into her rear crack. With her pussy pushed firmly against his dick, Christopher started a slow steady bump and grind.

When the song ended, he kissed the teasing Cassie on the cheek, thanked her for the dance and went looking for a beer. "That should teach her," he thought, as he walked from the dance floor.

He was surprised that he was having such a good time. Perhaps his friends and neighbors were right. He did need to get on with his life.

Another hour passed before he saw Cassie again. He noticed that she was staring at him from across the room. She had a serious expression on her face. "She must be pissed at me," he thought. "Oh well." And he stared back.

He was surprised when she walked to him. "There's a supply closet in the back of the basement. Meet me there in ten minutes." She turned and walked away. He noticed her ass was swaying in an exaggerated motion.

He finished his beer and casually made his way to the restroom hallway. He found the stairway to the basement and started down the dimly lit stairs. The basement was musty smelling. He followed his way through the maze of boxes, stacked chairs and tables until he reached the supply closet. Light filtered from beneath the closed door.

She was leaning against a workbench along the opposite wall. He stepped into the closet, closed the door and leaned against it. He folded his arms across his chest and stared at her.

"There are other rumors," she offered.

"Like what?"

"Like, you are very dominant," she admitted.

Christopher couldn't believe what he was hearing. This was to good to be true. He made a decision and acted on it. He reached down and smoothly pulled his golf shirt over his head. He kicked off his loafers, unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor. He continued to stare at her as he stepped from his pants. Then he dropped his boxers and his ten-inch monster was standing free.

Cassie was so shocked that her hands covered her mouth. His cock was huge. It was magnificent. He slowly walked the few feet across the room. Her mouth was open and her eyes were wide. He could see fear and anticipation.

Her nipples were poking out of her dress. He reached out and took her right nipple between his thumb and finger. He squeezed hard and heard her pant and moan. In the same way he reached out with his left hand, grabbed her other nipple and painfully squeezed. Cassie moaned and gasped again.

Christopher pulled her top down. Her red nipples stood out an inch, as he roughly grabbed her full breasts and mauled them with his hands. He pushed her tits together and grabbed both with one hand and continued the workout. Cassie just stood in place. She groaned, squealed and whimpered. It surprised Christopher that she was such a submissive slut.

With his other hand, he reached under her sundress and roughly cupped her pussy through the wet fabric of her thong. He grabbed, squeezed and rubbed her hairy slit through the sexy lace.

"Oh God, your killing me," she whined, as he continued his assault. Her tits were on fire. Her cunt was a swampy mess. She needed to cum and was getting close when he stopped the assault.

He looked her in the eye and simply said, "You lost the bet." Then put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down on her knees. She obeyed when he told her to put her hands behind her back. He reached out with one hand and grabbed a fist full of blond hair. With his other hand he grabbed his cock and started rubbing it over her face.

He ground his dick and balls over her face. Then hit her face with his club. She was panting like a slut as he beat her cheek and lips. "Open your mouth, slut," he ordered. With her red lips wide, he jammed his cock down her throat. Holding her head with both hands, he pushed all the way to the bottom. Cassie couldn't breath as he held her face against his washboard stomach.

Christopher had a hand on both sides of Cassie's head. He started to slowly fuck her mouth. He pulled his cock all the way out, let it bob freely in the air as Cassie gulped a breath and then slowly slid it into her mouth and down her silk throat. Tears filled her eyes as he continued the throat fuck. Saliva drooled out of the sides of her mouth. Christopher kept pounding away.

Her jaw ached and her throat was on fire, when he grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. Christopher smiled when they were face to face. Cassie's make-up was smeared and running.

Without saying a word, he turned Cassie around and pushed her over the workbench. He kicked her legs apart, pushed her dress up her back and pulled her thong from her ass crack. Her pussy was dripping wet as he pushed 10 inches into her hole.

He ignored her scream as he hit bottom. He roughly grabbed each hip and started a hard steady fuck. He reached around her and pinched her clit. Cassie exploded in orgasm. She clawed the workbench and screamed incoherent words. "Ahhh...Fuck me...ummm pound my ...fill cunt."

He looked down and watched his cock stretch her cunt. Her ass was gorgeous. He slapped her ass, leaving handprints, as he continued to pound her. Then pulling her cheeks apart, he roughly slid a thumb into her tight asshole. Cassie exploded again in another orgasm. Time stood still for her as he pounded her two holes.

With one hand, Christopher grabbed a hand full of hair, pulled her head back and said, "Time to finish the blow job." He easily turned her until she faced him and pushed her back to her knees.

She was dizzy from the abuse and barely opened her mouth before his meat filled it. "If you do a good job, I'll let you have my cock again," he offered. As if possessed, Cassie grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him into her raw throat. She sucked him deep.

"Play with my balls and finger my asshole," he ordered. She obeyed, grabbing his nuts in one hand and snaking a finger into his tight asshole.

It had been almost six months since a woman helped him cum. The first blast of cum fired into her mouth and chocked her. As she coughed and gagged, he pulled from her mouth and let the rest spray her face and hair. Then using his cock, he smeared his cum over her face, throat and tits.

He pulled a disoriented and satisfied Cassie to her feet and kissed her deep. She had no energy left and didn't respond. He wiped the cum with his fingers and pushed it into her mouth. Her face was a mess.

Christopher dressed Cassie and made her as presentable as possible. He walked her up the basement stairs and to the women's room. He left Cassie to clean herself, but before he left, he whispered, "Tell the girls that Christopher is back."