It has been a year since Sylvia died in that car crash that sent my life into a tail spin where nothing seemed to matter and I could see no future for myself. In that year with the almost unfailing support of my family and friends I have broken out of my tail spin and started to rebuild my life. I say "almost" because there was the occasional, darkly muttered "Oh for fuck sake! Grow up!" and which surprisingly helped to propel me forward. The exception to this support was my in-laws who somehow managed to shift the blame for the accident onto my shoulders despite the fact she was alone in the car at the time of the accident. Sylvia's Aunt Chloe was the only notable exception, keeping in low key contact, always concerned, always supportive.
At the end of the year Aunt Chloe suggested a dating site to find a new partner, saying "Temporary! Short term or even one night stand. Go for a cougar! Fourty-something. They don't yell, they don't tell and they don't swell." And as a murmured afterthought "And they are as grateful as hell."
"Speaking from experience?" I wonder to myself. Aunt Chloe is a rather sexy cougar, but she is my mother-in-law's sister and that is far too close to home for me.
Whatever the background noise, I got a dating app and specified an older woman. I was surprised that I got a number of contacts almost immediately. I have subsequently heard that my experience was not unusual and within a week I had a morning coffee date with Nora, a blonde powerhouse, full of opinions and curiousity. We clicked immediately and overran our 30 minute date by an hour. Agreeing, when we parted to a walk in the local botanical garden on the next Saturday afternoon. At 7 pm we are ushered out of the gates by a very patient security guard.
"Don't be good now." he says as he locks the gates.
"Or be good at it." I swivel to look at a smiling Norah. "Well?" she says, "I don't want this day to end and we do need something to do till supper time, so how about coming home with me and helping me make my bed springs creak?"
Thirty minutes later, I am balls deep in Nora, her legs are wrapped around my hips, her fingernails tracing red scratches down my back and her bed springs creaking furiously as I plough hard into her hot, wet pussy. She is a really noisy lover and I am amazed that the neighbours are not banging on the walls to complain. Norah's powerhouse attitude to life extends to her sexuality. Energetic, inventive and quite prepared to collapse from laughter or orgasm, she is the best lover I have ever been privileged to make love to including Sylvia and I find myself grateful to Aunt Chloe for her advice.
The weekend flies past and on Sunday I reluctantly go back to my flat in preparation for the coming working week.
A Harley snarls past, dragging me from an erotic dream which leaves me with a massive erection. I listen as the growl of the big bike fades in the distance. Then I could hear soft breathing next to me.
Tentatively I reach out feeling first the warmth, then the soft touch of skin on my finger tips. I follow the curve of the skin forwards, finding the curve of a waist. I slide my hand across the warm soft waist, then down to the hip and over the hip to the belly that I know so well, slowly letting my finger tips explore the soft female curve eventually finding the pussy mound.
She sighs softly, rolls her hips towards me and presses back against me. I slide my hand over her pussy, sliding a finger into her wet warm slit.
"Yes!" She murmurs, "Yes!"
Encouraged I probe gently, finding her clit.
She murmurs softly in time with my rhythm.
I pull my cock out of my sleeping shorts and slide it in between her thighs, now wet with her juices.
Her fingers find the head of my cock, press upwards and with my next forward thrust I slide all the way inside her hot, tight and wet pussy.
She finds my balls, gently squeezing them and causing me to moan with lust.
"So full! So full! Fuck me hard, now!"
I hammer into her, my hands holding her hips, balls slapping against her naked backside.
"Come in me! Don't pull out. Fill me with your seed!"
Her words destroy my control.
I thrust deep and hard into her, I feel my cock pulse, pump, spray my cum into her. I hold her hard against me so nothing could leak out.
"Yes!" She murmurs.
My cock slowly shrinks and I slowly pull out of her and I fall deeply asleep.
I awake in the morning, the smell of sex strong in the bed and on my skin. There's a dried stain on the sheets. I am alone.
What happened? Who was it that I fucked last night? It couldn't be Sylvia because she has been dead a year.
Later that day Nora phones.
"I had a terrible dream last night! Your late wife arrived at my bedside, called herself Sylvie "So Rob will know" she said. She then said I would suffer the torments of the damned if I ever fucked around in her territory again. It was terrifying! Please don't contact me again."
Seconds later her contact details on my phone are blocked. I stare at her blocked number for minutes. She had been the really bright beacon of hope for a fully renewed life and somehow Sylvia had stepped in from the grave and destroyed that hope. You see, the name Sylvie was a very private pet name I used for Sylvia. No one else knew that name and, in fact Sylvia banned its use by anyone other than me. Nora using the pet name Sylvie was a frightening shock.
I stayed off the dating app for nearly a month before venturing back on at Chloe's insistence.
"Bad dreams! Never hurt anyone!" she said.
