The Merry Widow Ch 03

I wasn't surprised that I woke before she did. She had been pretty exhausted when we finally went to sleep. I eased out of bed, went into the bathroom, peed, and then washed my hands, letting the water run to get hot while I went downstairs and got one of her mixing bowls out of the kitchen.

Back upstairs, I filled the bowl with hot water and put a washcloth in it. I figured I'd need to at least wash her eyes when she woke.

I slipped back into bed and watched her sleep for a while.

Oh my goodness, she WAS a mess. Her hair was matted with dried semen and her face was covered in a crust of it. Patches of the white crust were on her boobs and her belly. Her pussy was still leaking a little and I couldn't help but chuckle when I saw the crust on the top of her feet. Her mouth was open slightly, with a faint smile, and she was snoring. The line from the Willie Nelson and Merle Haggard song flashed through my mind - your breath as hard as kerosene.

I was mildly surprised at how quickly I sprang erect.

I wanted her. Hell, I wanted her very badly. But I let her sleep, enjoying watching.

She was still deeply asleep, though, so I snuck out of bed again and padded down to the kitchen, fired up the Keurig machine, and made a couple of cups of coffee.

I passed the steaming cup under her nose, letting the aroma of fresh coffee wake her.

When she started to stir I got the warm, wet washcloth out of the bowl and began gently wiping her eyes, first to soften the crust and then to clean it.

She pulled away from the cloth but I cushioned her head in my palm and said, "easy, it's me, honey, relax, let me get your eyes clear."

She stopped pulling away, and I continued to gently clear her eyes.

When they blinked open and met mine she smiled.

"Thank you," she said.

I grinned and kissed her crusty lips.

"You're quite welcome," I said.

"See," I said, "I told you they'd all love you."

Her giggle turned into laughter, a bit hysterical I thought.

"David," she said when she got herself under control, "that wasn't love."

I chuckled and said, "well, okay, I told you they'd all lust after you."

She grabbed me around the neck and kissed me, hard, almost desperately.

"Thank you," she said, very softly, almost a whisper, "thank you, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou."

So I kissed her again and said, "you're welcome."

"David," she said, "I never IMAGINED anything like that."

I kissed her again.

"Did you like it, then?" I asked.

"I ADORED it," she said.

She rolled out of bed showing that oddly athletic ability she sometimes did, avoided my grab, and headed for the bathroom.

So I followed her and kissed her while she peed.

She grinned and reached up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me, hard, while the smell told me it was more than peeing she was doing.

She held me like that, and she had all the leverage, I had no chance of getting away without hurting her and I wasn't going to do that, so I held the kiss, enjoying, as they say, the inevitable.

She giggled when she was done and released me.

"You're right," she said

"About what?" I asked.

She flashed that feral grin she did sometimes, and said, "it IS a very special intimacy."

She leaned back and spread her legs.

"Now wipe me, honey, front to back," she said.

I chuckled and did it. It IS a very special intimacy.

"Now," she said, standing, "I'm going to brush my teeth and take you to bed."

She stopped in front of the vanity mirror and just looked.

"Jesus," she breathed very quietly, her fingertips tracing the crusty mask of her face, touching the patches on boobs and belly, lifting her stiff hair and letting it fall.

I put my hands on her hips, nuzzled her neck, and whispered, "you're gorgeous."

She picked at the spot of crust on her breast, just above the nipple, staring at herself.

"Don't hate me," she said, as she had last night.

"Marie," I said, my hands very light on her arms, "I love you. I'm proud of you. Hell, I'll marry you if you'll say yes. Anndddd, I'll take you back to the Corps any time you want."

She held my eyes for a moment in the mirror and then loaded her toothbrush and carefully brushed her teeth. She was quite proud of the fact that they were her own teeth and she worked hard to keep them.

"Please don't make me shower," she said and I laughed.

"And here I was thinking I wouldn't allow you to shower today," I said.

She threw her arms around me and kissed me.

"Take me to bed and fuck me like a whore and then take me to breakfast," she said.

And here I thought I was beyond being surprised.

"Take you to breakfast?" I asked.

She giggled and said, "well, we'll need to go a few towns away of course, but yes. Show the world what you've made me."

"I see," I said, "and in your fantasy, what kind of whore are you? A well-compensated companion or a streetwalker trying to turn a dozen tricks a night?"

She smiled up at me and said, "only a dozen?"

I laughed then and said, "no need for a bed then. Down on all fours."

She got down on the floor of the bathroom then, on all fours, back arched, ass wiggling.

"Dealer's choice, baby," she said.

She was still leaking semen from her pussy and her asshole after last night. So I got down on my knees behind her and took her, swapping holes with each thrust, pussy, ass, pussy, ass, enjoying her soft grunting sound each time I entered her anally followed by a softly hissed "yesssssss" when I entered her vaginally.

This wasn't making love, as we often did. This was pure fucking. I normally have good control and since it had been less than six hours since the last time I had ejaculated I lasted nicely this morning.

But she didn't.

She was cumming within a couple of minutes and then cumming in waves.

"Marry me," I said.

"No, baby," she said, well, she sort of grunted.

I had a double handful of saddlebags and I was thrusting hard by then.

"Marry me," I said again.

"No, baby," she said, "you'll be wanting children and I can't give them to you."

I kissed her and laughed.

"Well, will you at least wet nurse my children," I said and that made her laugh too.

"Of course, I would," she said.

Something about that image, married, with a baby, but Marie as a wet nurse and available for, well, "other services" got to me.

I came, hissing my release and she dug her fingers into the rug, kicked her legs, and came right along with me.

"You really want me to take you out like this," I asked, my fingertips tracing the crust on her cheek and in her hair.

"David," she said, meeting my eyes and holding them, quite serious now, "are you ashamed of me?"

I kissed her again and said, "Marie, I'm proud of you, always."

I played with her tits for a while and added, "I'm just surprised you want to show off."

She smiled and said, "wellllllllllll, I'm starved. I used a LOT of energy last night."

I touched her belly and said, "and this morning too," making her giggle.

"Okay," I said, rolling out of the bed, "let's go to," and I stopped and thought, "Bennett for breakfast."

Bennett was another small town, about 40 miles away, with Flagler, another small town, between it and us. I figured that would be enough distance to protect her reputation.

I peed and brushed my teeth, washed my face, sprayed on some deodorant, and went to the closet to see what she had that would be appropriate breakfast wear.

I selected yellow as morning wear.

This was the first outfit I had bought her, and it remained one of my favorites. The top was more "bib" than "blouse." A two-inch wide turtleneck was held by two buttons. Her front was covered completely by the bright material with two strings, one at her waist and one at her shoulder blades. A pair of panties of a matching color was mostly a net material with a small triangle. The skirt was almost knee length with a contrasting very red fringe that hung past her knees and swayed nicely whenever she moved. Yellow pumps, not exaggerated stiletto heels but simple pumps, completed the ensemble.

When she was dressed I had her do a slow turn and inspected her.

Her hair was thick with dried semen, making it hang lank. Her face was covered, only her eyes and lips clear, the crust cracking when she smiled or laughed. When she turned I saw where they had cum on her back, leaving a thick puddle low on her back between the big ridges of muscle there, disappearing under the beltline of the skirt.

She looked exactly like what she was, a 72-year-old woman who had been the entertainment for a lot of men the night before.

I liked it.

I found a clean shirt and clean shorts, pulled on last night's pants, socks, and tennis shoes, and said, "all right then, let's go eat."

She hesitated at the door and I thought for a moment she had been running a bluff and would call it off. But she took a deep breath, pushed it out in a quick huff of breath, and stepped through.

I grinned and followed her, surprised at how good she looked walking in front of me. She truly had an ass that deserved being looked at.

In the car she sang along with the oldies station, a nice soprano voice actually. She seemed to know the words of every song from the 1950s and 1960s and none made more recently than that.

Bennett was big enough to almost qualify as being a city. At the outskirts, where motels and restaurants were found beside the used car lots, we found a Denny's.

Again there was that instant of hesitation as I opened the door for her.

But she got out and we walked hand in hand to the restaurant's door.

Inside, the hostess looked up and I could see her eyes to go Marie's face and then look away.

We were led to a booth where the waitress had the same reaction when she came and asked what we would like to drink. We both ordered coffee, black for me, cream, and sugar for her.

"I had expected more reaction than this," she said.

"Me too," I said, "but I think I understand what's happening."

"Oh?" she asked, the question clear in her voice.

"They think you have some sort of a skin condition," I said, "and all of this," and I reached across the table and brushed her cheek, "is some sort of medication for it."

"Oh," she said, and the crust on her forehead cracked a little as she frowned in thought.

"Well," I said, "it IS a good skin conditioner. Very high in protein I understand."

She giggled at that.

It was kind of anti-climactic actually. We ate our breakfasts, drank a couple of cups of coffee, and left.

She was clicking on her cell phone and said, "turn right."

"Where are we going?" I asked and she giggled and said, "turn right."

She gave me turn-by-turn directions through the city until we came to that place all cities have where the once-prosperous commercial section has been abandoned to less honorable businesses as things changed and the commercial area migrated.

"Pull over," she said and then, "wait," as she opened the door to get out.

I waited, watching as she walked down three storefronts and entered the one with a bright yellow sign with red lettering reading "Adult Toys and Gifts."

I listened to more oldies for long enough that I was getting ready to go check and see if she was okay when I saw her coming out. I had to chuckle. Her purchases were in the classic "plain brown wrapper" of things from such places.

I got out and opened the car door for her.

"Soooooooooo," I said, "whatja get me?"

She gave me her Cheshire cat smile and said, "just you wait until we get home bucko."

I chuckled again at the turn of phrase she used from time to time.

Back home, she asked, "will you clean me up now?"

I brushed my fingertips across the crust of her face.

"I'm not sure," I said, "I kinda like the look."

"Then this is how I shall look," she said, reaching up, putting her arms around my neck, and kissing me.

"If I clean you up will you show me what you bought?" I asked.

She kissed me again and said, "I'll show you now if you want, but I'd prefer to surprise you."

I chuckled and said, "I think I'll clean you up so we can start fresh, then you can show me your surprise."

She smiled that delightful smile, making her 30-something for an instant, and said, "done."

I undressed her, enjoying as I always did freeing her body. I had to smile at the various places where semen had crusted. She had been VERY busy last night.

In the shower, I did the normal face-hair-body sequence. I was gentle on her face as the hot water sluiced over us, letting the crust soften before attacking it very gently with a soapy washcloth. I had to shampoo her hair three times before I could run a comb through it without snagging. I enjoyed doing it. Her body was relatively easy. The water had softened things and the soapy washcloth got down to skin quickly.

I did love her shape, so perfectly female, the way her belly was round, her thighs heavy, her ass a bit of a bubble butt with very clear dimples above her hips.

She giggled and took the soap and washcloth from me and started on my body. She was very thorough, giggling when I would squirm when she squeezed my balls a bit too hard or when she was washing my ass and found my anus in the process.

I liked it, as I always did when she embraced me so we were standing under the water flow together, just holding each other as we rinsed.

Finally, clean, we dried each other.

She kissed me and said, "Now you go on, get yourself a beer, play some of your silly game, and I'll show you what I bought in a few minutes.

So I did. I went into the kitchen, grabbed a beer, started my xBox, and started killing giant robots in Titanfall 2.

As always, I kind of lost track of time when playing. I had the headphones on and was working with a team to wipe out the last of the other team when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned and looked and dropped the controller.

She was standing there, relaxed, natural in her own house.

I took off the headset and stood and just looked.

Her hair was up, done in that fluffy cap I found so attractive. Her makeup was perfect. The high-heeled pumps did good things for her legs. The pumps were black with white tops, I remembered when we bought them.

Other than that she was naked except for the stainless steel chastity belt she wore. And she wore it proudly.

She walked to me, confident, and handed me a tiny key. I could see that it would fit the equally tiny brass padlock that held the belt together.

"I am yours," she said, "to do with as you please, in case that was not clear before."

My hands were running up and down her back. My fingertips found the place where soft flesh bulged around the stainless steel waistband, locked so tight there was no question of her getting it off without the key. She shivered when I traced the line where steel met flesh.

I liked it.

"You see," she said, looking up at me with her eyes shiny, "I leave it up to you. If you want to keep me for yourself, okay. If you want to pass me around like candy, well," and she giggled, "it appears I like that too."

She kissed me.

"I am yours," she repeated.

"I accept your gift," I said, slipping the key into my pocket.

"Now," I said, "I AM feeling a bit horny but you're locked up," I set my chin in the web of my thumb and forefinger.

"Hmmmm," I said, looking her up and down, "what ARE we to do?"

She grinned up at me and lifted and pressed her breasts together. "Well," she said, looking up at me with a coquettish simper, "the girls are always interested."

"They do look good," I said.

I led her to the bedroom and had her undress me, a task I knew she enjoyed.

She finished, on her knees, smiling up at me, and holding her breasts together in invitation. I looked around and got the chair from her makeup desk and sat, so things would fit.

She smiled up at me as she knee-walked forward to close the distance between us, working her way between my knees, and then using her hands to guide her breasts to my erection.

She kept smiling as she used them to bring me along.

I enjoyed watching her.

She was using her thumb and forefinger on her areolas to hold her breasts together and with each lift, she would pull her long thin nipples. I was watching, as always, captivated by the image of my erection peeking out from between her heavy, soft breasts.

And I realized I was seeing a drop forming on her nipple.

I reached and touched it and then touched it to my tongue. It was thin and watery but it had just the faintest taste of milk.

I covered her hands with mine, holding them still.

Her smile was absolutely beatific.

"What?" I started, took a breath, and said, "How?" and I wound down again.

She rolled her hands over to cover mine, still holding my eyes.

"You said once, that you wanted my milk," she said, smiling, "and I always try to give you what you want."

"But how?" I asked.

She giggled and said, "Oh honey, I've known my doctor for a long time. I just told him what I wanted to do and he checked me over, said I was healthy enough, told me I was crazy," and she giggled, "not for the first time, and wrote me some prescriptions."

"Prescriptions?" I asked. I was too surprised and too curious to be witty.

"Yes, sweety," she said, still covering my hands with hers, "I've been overdosing like a crazy woman on prolactin and estrogen and progesterone for three months now. My body isn't happy with me. It thinks I went and got knocked up again."

I laughed at that one, a full belly laugh. She NEVER talks like that.

"Oh," and she said, giggling with me, "and Citrical by the handful. At my age, I have to be careful of osteoporosis."

"Pregnant?" I said again.

"Yes, baby," she said, "the hormones make my body think it's pregnant. I've been careful to hide the morning sickness from you but now that you know, maybe you could hold my hair out of the way?"

I laughed again.

"Anything you want," I said, "but now let me."

I caught her areolas and nipples between the first and second joint of my index finger and my thumb, squeezed, and started using her breasts to masturbate myself. She put her hands on my hips and looked up at me, smiling.

"God, I love you," she said, and the way she said it just defeated the last of my control. The jet of my ejaculate hit her chin, hanging in an interesting way like the drool from Hooch in that movie.

I cleaned her chin before I took her to dinner.