This story is the third chapter of a story first posted as Tom and Carolyn concerning a pair of widowers who meet and recover their sex life. It will likely be helpful to have read the first two chapters before reading this Chapter 3.
It was Friday night and Tom and Carolyn were once again sitting at opposite ends on her couch. She had laid another joint on the table but they hadn't started it yet. They had skipped going to the apartment complex's free mixer this week. For the last few minutes since Tom arrived they had engaged in small talk about how their respective weeks had gone. Tom had been in the upper Midwest all week calling on customers with the sales associate primarily responsible for each account. Carolyn had spent the week in counseling sessions at the VA hospital trying to help veterans just returned from the Middle East deal with their PTSD. Their time had been spent pretty much as each had predicted just before they had gone to bed together the preceding Saturday night.
Carolyn tiptoed up to the real question each wanted to ask saying, "So did you feel better this week?"
"Feel better?"
"About the things we talked about last weekend."
"Oh those things. Yeah, I did." He laughed. "You know I remembered a something an old friend had told me."
"Which was?"
"Air travel is always better in the summer because the girls wear less clothes."
She laughed. "And you noticed? You noticed how much clothes the girls were wearing?"
"And not wearing. It's much better flying to Minnesota in the summer than in winter when everyone is buried in parkas that come down to their ankles. I haven't noticed that since Elaine died, but I did this week and I enjoyed it.
Elaine was Tom's wife of twenty years who had died of Covid two years before pushing him into depression. Carolyn's long time husband Matthew had died in a car crash about the same time and pushing her into depression also. Up until the prior weekend both had been suffering from a loss of libido that was the last remnant of their depression. After a shared joint and a good deal of wine they had spent the weekend in debauchery. The question left hanging at the end of the weekend was whether each of them was now cured of the last remnant of their depression."
"So you think you're cured? Cured of your loss of libido that came along with the depression after your wife's death?" Carolyn asked.
"Yeah I think so. There were other signs beyond just ogling the girls in the airports."
"Such as?"
"I was horny all week. I was even lusting after one purchasing agent's tits while she was chewing me out about late deliveries.
"But what about you?" he continued. "Were you horny all week?"
Caroline laughed. "You're pretty direct aren't you?"
Tom blushed a little. "Sorry. When I was walking over here from my apartment all I could think about was your tits and how much fun I had with them last week."
"You mean these?" she asked as she pulled up the sweat shirt she was wearing to expose her big soft tits.
"Yes. Those.
But what about you?" he repeated. "You didn't answer my question."
"Fuck yes. That's why I'm not wearing a bra and that's why I got another joint from my friend; just in case you need to be loosened up again this week. I even wore my lacy undergarments to work and to my counselling sessions at the Club, just because I could and I wanted to feel that way." She had pulled her sweatshirt on over the top of her head tossing it to the side. she sat staring at him as she rubbed her swiftly growing nipples.
"The joint is unnecessary," Tom said as he opened his jeans revealing his erect cock. "We can smoke it later."
"Oh my," she said as she dropped to her knees between his legs. "It's just as big as I remember it from last weekend." She reached out and gripped his cock with both hands. Leaning forward she dragged her engorged nipples across the cock's head drawing a gasp from Tom.
"Did you like that titty fuck last weekend?" she asked as she sat back on her haunches staring up at him as her hands massaged his shaft.
"Yes, but right now I want a blow job just like last weekend." He flexed his cock as he spoke.
"Oh you do, do you? And what will I get in return."
"Well last week I covered your face and your tits with my cum. You seemed to enjoy that."
"God yes," she agreed. She leaned forward and began licking his cock. First up and down the shaft. Then holding it with a hand she let slip and slide about the now well lubed shaft she began to lick the head, caressing the sensitive flesh behind the head and slurping the precum leaking from the tip.
"Oh fuck that's good, but suck it now like you did last week. Suck it and make it cum." Tom was feeling a real need to climax. He had been horny ever since boarding the flight home.
She ducked her head farther forward and let the head and then more of the shaft penetrate her mouth, using her tongue to massage the underside. When the head bumped against the back of her mouth she pulled back sucking as she did until the head released from her mouth with a pop. She began to repeat this simple cock sucking effort and Tom dropped his hands to her head gripping it and her hair so he could treat her to a real face fuck. Before last weekend he had never imagined doing such a thing.
She didn't want him to blow immediately so she pulled back and began to use both hands to stroke his well lubed shaft with a twisting motion as she stared with lust at his gleaming cock.
"Oh fuck,'" he said. "I dreamed about this all week."
"So did I, she responded. "While I was sleeping and whenever my life got a little boring during the day. Nothing helps a dull staff meeting like day dreaming about sucking your cock."
Then she inhaled his cock again and letting the head push obscene bulges in her cheeks between her sucking withdrawals.
"Oh god. I'm not going to last much longer," he groaned.
"Good." She hopped up and sat on the couch holding her naked tits out to him. "Stand in front of me and jerk your cock. Make it cum all over me. Watching you squirt on me is part of what I dreamed about all week."
