A little over a year ago a colleague of mine passed away. At his wake, I was standing in the receiving line waiting to offer my condolences to his widow, Carol. Carol is a thin, attractive, seventy year old woman with long blond hair and I'm ten years her senior.
In the line in front of me was a younger man maybe sixty years of age. He had no female companion with him. He was by himself. I tried to make conversation with him but he was not friendly at all. When he got up to Carol, he took both of her hands into his and he began telling her how sorry he was for her loss. He went on telling her that he would be there for her and he would call her from time to time. That he would take her out for a drink. As he rambled on, I thought to myself, "My God man, her husband's body isn't even cold and you're hitting on her." That was my impression of him.
On this day it was very stressful for Carol and I'm sure she doesn't remember that I was standing right next to them, listening to him trying to hit on her.
After a rather long time, he finally left and I got to offer my condolences to Carol. Four months later my wife passed away from a heart attack and Carol was there offering me her condolences. About six months later, I reached out to Carol just to have the companionship of a woman. There was nothing romantic between us. Carol is not my type but we would meet for lunch or go to a movie together. Having gone through the experience of losing our mates, we became very close.
One afternoon she invited me to her house for lunch. After lunch, we were saying our good byes when suddenly I was overwhelmed with the closeness of her. We took each other into our arms, caressing and kissing while we lowered ourselves down to her couch and stripping off our clothes. Here I went down on her and drank her nectar until she cried out in her orgasm.
Then I moved up on her and attempted to enter her but I had no erection. The feelings of needing to ejaculate were so intense and yet all I could offer her was a semi hard erection. It was not hard enough for penetration so I pushed my finger up into her vagina and I could feel her wanting body tighten around it, like her body was sucking on my finger. Oh how I wanted my penis to experience those sensations but I could not get a full erection.
My finger found her G-spot and I stimulated it until she had another shuddering orgasm. After a while she recovered and then she leaned over me and took my member into her mouth. It didn't take long for her sucking on my semi hard erection when I felt myself about to ejaculate. I warned her by saying, "Oh Carol I'm going to cum."
She continued sucking as I began ejaculating into her mouth. After I finished filling her mouth and my penis went completely soft, I watched her get up and spit my ejaculate into a tissue. I sensed that she really didn't like doing that. That she only did it to reciprocate the pleasures that I had given to her. In the future I would never let her do that again besides I want to be looking into my partner's eyes when I climax. It enhances the intimacy.
My wife had trained me to accept and enjoy hand jobs. Now I had to train Carol in the art of giving me a hand job. She was very rough at first and I learned that her husband was uncircumcised. I was circumcised so she had to learn that a circumcised penis, not having that protective foreskin has to be handled very gently. There was no foreskin to aid in masturbation so she had to learn to use a lubrication.
Carol and I have become close, so close that we have become friends with benefits only with one small problem. I have erectile dysfunction and I have had it ever since my wife passed away.
Now the reason for the dysfunction could be Carol because she is very thin which is not appealing to me. In fact I would say that she is skinny. When I was caressing her, she felt like I was caressing a skeleton. I like to feel soft puffy flesh. I find it be more sexy.
I have always been attracted to women who are on the plus size. My wife was a very sexual plus size. Getting back to Carol; Over these past six months we have developed strong feelings for each other. We would get naked and I would bring her to climax with my mouth or fingers. She in turn would masturbate me until my little, semi hard penis ejaculated into her hand.
We fell into a routine and we had these intimate moments once a week and only on a week day. Never on a Saturday or Sunday as Carol was always busy on the week ends. From the start I always suspected that Saturday nights she was out with the lover boy from her husband's wake. She is a single girl so I did not have the right to question her and besides I didn't care if she was with another man as long as I was getting mine.
