First thing to know about me: I'm a widow.
Second: I've always had a painfully high sex drive. When I lost my husband, the only man who could keep up with me, I looked forward to a toned down libido. But, to my dismay, not even crippling grief could stop my need for a good fuck.
Masturbating to memories of us having sex, started to become painful after awhile. Knowing I could never be with him again drove me mad, so, I had to think about other people to get off. Then, two years later, getting myself off was no longer enough. I became desperate for the feel of a man. Hard shoulders, strong arms, and hopefully in amazing shape. That's where my brother in law Andrew came into focus.
He is the classic hot in law. Never out of shape, always ready to play with my boys, even after a long day at a construction site, and kind. After my husband died, he made it his life's mission to come over 3 days a week to play with them.
One particularly hot day, he worked up quite a sweat playing in the yard. He asked if I could wash his shirt, and I said yes. Anything to see his body. Perfect abs, strong shoulders, and just enough chest hair to be sexy. His brother was similar. Man, I have a type.
While I was in the basement starting the machine, the phone rang upstairs, and he brought it down to me. He had a new shirt on. (Damn.)
I took it from him, and said "Thanks hun, love you." Exactly the same way I spoke to my husband. The break down was instant. Thousands of memories flooded back to me, I thought I'd drown in grief. Luckily, Andrew had seen me lose it a lot by then, and knew to just hug me until it was done.
Very suddenly, my feelings switched. From crippling grief, to extremely horny in two seconds flat. I realized my hands were on his chest, and that his pelvis was perfectly lined up to mine. He smelled amazing, even though he was sweaty earlier. His hands were wrapped gently around me, keeping me still. One hand was on my lower back, and the other on the back of my head.
Before I could stop myself, I slowly moved my hips against his crotch. I heard a rough moan come from him. The room must have gotten 10 degrees hotter.
The hand that was on my lower back went even lower, and he gently pushed me against him. I could feel him start to harden against me, which made me breath a lot heavier. I lifted my head up slowly, and lightly kissed his neck, which made him moan again. He twined his fingers in my hair, and pulled my head back a little to look in my eyes. "I want this, do you?" he asked, at the same time he pushed harder against me. That last thrust almost brought me to my knees.
At this point I was truly blind with lust. I heard myself say "You can bend me over this washer, and don't bother being gentle." In less than a second he had me turned around, his hands went under my shirt, and they were instantly on my tits. While he was pinching my nipples, his mouth was on my neck biting, and kissing the whole time. I practically came from that alone.