Locked in Love Ch. 01
By Fantasizeandrealize
My wife, my High School Sweetheart passed away from cancer when we were only thirty-two years old. I was devastated and it took me almost a year to get things in order. There is so much red tape when a spouse passes, especially if you have bank accounts and property. We never had any children since she was always somewhat sickly and never got pregnant. After all the bureaucratic crap was completed, I started feeling lonely. I missed my wife's dependence upon me and joined a support group for widows and widowers.
At just thirty-three years of age, I was by far the youngest attendee of this group of almost thirty people. The vast majority were older women. There were only two other men.
The woman who sat next to me reminded me of one of those stern, no-nonsense Tag Agency ladies. At about sixty, she was tallish for a woman. Her grayish black hair was cut short in a butchy hairstyle and she was overweight. However, it was firm flesh and did not sag like on most fat people. Her skin was nice though. I was thinking that all the extra weight kept it stretched out and prevented wrinkles. My former wife was almost anorexically thin, so this was different to me and I kept glancing at her throughout the meeting. There was just something magnetic about those rolls, those huge tits trying to break out of her blouse, that big huge round ass and thighs, that left the confines of her seat, and almost rubbed against me.
When the meeting ended, she introduced herself to me. I learned that her name was Elizabeth, and I found out that her former husband also passed away from cancer two years ago. She had a ton of advice for me and was so easy to talk to, even though she was probably the most assertive woman I ever met.
Elizabeth was also an energy bomb and loved to talk. This suited me fine, after being in a dead silent house for the past year. It turned out that she lived in an addition two streets over from me, so we were only about a five-minute drive, away from each other. We swapped phone numbers and began doing stuff together.
Elizabeth invited me over to dinner at her house. Her food was amazing. We went to a Scotfest together and started watching movies together in the evenings. In the two weeks since I met her my life felt fuller than ever. My former wife was quiet and meek and just liked to watch TV. Elizabeth liked to do everything!
It was great to have a friend again. All my friends had dropped away over the years and were busy with their families. Elizabeth was always available and wanted to do something fun every day. Elizabeth was not a pretty woman but she did exude a confident sexual appeal. With her being twenty-eight years older than me, I never expected anything sexual to happen with her. I just enjoyed filling my life with her company.
It was a little over two weeks since I met her and we had been together about a dozen times already. This Thursday, when I came over to her house after work, she met me as usual at the door and let me in. We exchanged little pleasantries and had plans to go to an arts festival downtown. That would not happen.
Elizabeth pinned me against the wall, next to her front door and kissed me full on the lips. I was in shock but couldn't do anything because I was trapped by her bulk. She was just as tall as me and probably weighed forty pounds more than me. Her full lips felt so soft against mine and her tongue, which aggressively worked its way into my mouth was so big and juicy. I got hard instantly and wrapped my arms around her big waist and kissed her back. She was not passive like my late wife. She was aggressive and overpowering. It was so exciting. We made out, like teenagers, by her front door, for five minutes with me submissively pinned to her wall, by her bulk. It was new and exciting.
Eventually Elizabeth broke off the make out session and exclaimed, "I need you to fuck the shit out of me!"
Her straight forward no-nonsense talk turned me on even more. My late wife was so passive and never initiated sex. Elizabeth, despite being nowhere near as pretty, as my late wife, made me feel desired and I agreed immediately. Elizabeth grabbed my hand and almost dragged me to her bedroom. There she wrapped her thick arms around me and mauled my mouth again. Eventually she shoved me onto the bed and undressed herself.
I got the hint and tore my own clothes off as fast as I could. Elizabeth beat me to it and jumped on me once I had my pants off but not my shirt. She just straddled me and my cock went right in. I felt smothered under her bulk as she started bouncing on me and just loved it. We only fucked for a few minutes before I felt my shirt flooded by her squirt. This turned me on and I came so hard. It was the first time in almost four years that I had sex with someone and not my hand. It was glorious.
Elizabeth stayed on top of me after we both came and I could feel my huge load leaking out and sliming up my cock and balls. It was so nasty and erotic. She made out softly with me planting kisses on my ears, neck, cheeks and lips.
"I needed that so bad." She whispered into my ear.
I agreed, and replied that it was awesome, as my cock started getting hard again.
"What do we have here?" She asked, reaching a hand between us and feeling my hard slimy cock. "You are just what I need a strong, young virile man."
