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The Widow
By
Sven the Elder
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This story contains words of a sexual nature and should not be read by
juveniles. If this means you, go away and read something else; you
shouldn't be here anyway. This is a work of fiction and in no way
portrays real life - if you can't hack that, go lie down in a dark
room; the bad feelings will go away.
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The widow lived across the road. She didnıt fit the image. She
was my age, smart, kept herself trim. She had a pleasant but not
overly exciting figure, the sort that left you wondering what it
looked like naked. She was vivacious, lively, had a smile which
lit everything up and she had never remarried. It didnıt appear
to be for want of suitorıs - there wasnıt a string of men or even
a queue to the door. In fact she didnıt go out a great deal, but
if she did go there was always a handsome man. They just didnıt
last more than a few months before she tired of them.
We have a tradition round here that certain neighbours have
always had little drinks parties at different times of the year.
These are the people that have lived here for ever - well since
the houses on this road were built thirty years ago anyway. They
know everybody and everything, yet they do it without being
nasty. We felt honoured to be involved right from the start when
we moved in. Yet even they didnıt know much about the widow.
She kept herself to herself, there wasnıt even gossip, you know -
sheıs a dyke or whatever. She just kept her own council as they
say in these parts.
We met socially very occasionally - I must admit my wife and I
liked her, she was very pleasant company. Sheıs a toucher.ı
Our family, on both sides, have always been touchersı as well -
weıll put an arm around someone when we meet, touch their arm as
we talk, often brush cheeks as we greet. I donıt know why - I
guess itıs not everyoneıs bag, but we just do it. We get more
positive responses than negative so it canıt be too bad! We met
the widow first at next doorıs Christmas eve do.ı Itıs actually
our neighbours birthday as well so itıs a bit of an excuse for a
celebration.
Iıd gone in early, my wife would follow later she said,
preparations for the big dayı and everything. My wife, Janet,
enjoyıs Christmas - the planning - the food - the little
surprises - everything just so.
The widow slipped next door to have a quick chat with her - I
followed a few minutes later to see when wifey was coming in.
Nobody bats an eyelid anyway, we all come and go during the
evening. As I got to the door wifey turned and said to me ³Go
across with Yvonne she needs to borrow you for a few minutes,
Jack has let her down and she needs a man to help her with some
preparation.²
Now I have to say this surprised me, Janet is a little wary of
these situations. ³Well I mean you canıt be too careful - can
you² is one of her favourite sayings. Anyway I followed Yvonne,
I always do as Iım told! Yvonne chattered, as she does, as we
made our way to her house. My mind off at a tangent - thinking
what a lovely backside she had. Mentally I slapped myself down
and shook my head. We went into Yvonnes house - the doors are
slam locks so once shut unless put on the snib they canıt be
opened from the outside - ours are the same. She didnıt put the
snib on. We wouldnıt be disturbed - but then I though donıt be
stupid - to coin a phrase donıt shit on your own doorstep,ı and
that applied to her as well as me.
³Sven - can you wait here a second I must just pay a visit²
Yvonne said. So I stood in the kitchen and waited. The calendar
on the cupboard was a Chippendale one - I grinned to myself -
³nothing wrong there!² ³Perhaps a little out of character
though?² As she came back through the door I bloody near stopped
breathing and had a heart attack - she was totally stark naked!!
³Did Janet tell you what it was I wanted to borrow?² she asked.
The ambiguity vanished totally as she sashayed across, felt me up
and started undoing my trousers. She was gorgeous. The figure
was far better than it had any right to be at her age - my dick
recognised the fact by becoming instantly totally and achingly
hard. Youıve heard of Rudolph the red nosed reindeer - the end
of my dick was so red it was in danger of becoming a hazard
warning light.
I lost at least two shirt buttons as it came off, shit I didnıt
care even though God only knew how Iıd explain them to wifey.
Staid wifey. Stay at home wifey. Missionary position wifey.
Friday night is fucking, sorry loving,ı night wifey. Not here
wifey.
Christ Yvonne was hot and now so was I - forbidden fruit and the
widow flashed across my brain for about - well not long anyway -
it was replaced by pure lust. Love, forget it! This was Lust
with a capital L.
Yvonne took me in her mouth as we sank to the carpet oblivious to
the world - she scooted round and presented me with the most
beautiful sight - one open wet ready vagina - you couldnıt call
it a cunt it was just too beautiful! I sank my face in it and
the taste and smell was overpowering - coupled with Yvonnes
exquisite tongue at the other end I started to come almost
instantly. Yvonne screamed round my dick as she came too.
Noisily eating each other to death.
God what a beautiful way to go I remember thinking as I blacked
out from overload of the dick. I came round to find Yvonne had
changed ends and I was getting wonderful sticky kisses flavoured
by the taste of my cum. I was surprised at the taste - I had
never been interested in trying my own, in hand to hand sessionıs
and wifey - remember her - had never eaten me like this. Not all
the way and swallowed with the obvious joy of the widow.
She sat a little upright and my proud erection, (so soon?), slid
easily into that wonderful opening - she took me all the way in
one glorious, sliding ride of ecstasy that made me wince it was
so good, then the widow leaned forward and put her right tit into
my waiting mouth - total heaven. We moved, slowly at first, to
the most shattering climax I have ever had - we both passed out
for a few minutes from the intensity. When I came to she was
gently cleaning me off with her lips and tongue - it hurt it was
so good. She moved round and without thinking about it I cleaned
her off with my mouth. I had never done that before, but the
mixture of our juices was so heady it just seemed right.
She spoke the first words in almost an hour ³Thank you for my
Christmas present - weıd better go back, theyıll think were
being naughty.² And she grinned. ³You go to your house first and
then come in with Janet.²
So I did.
Yvonne has had a Christmas present from me for eleven years now.
For the rest of the year we pass each other by - well we used to
anyway. THIS year was different. You see we must have got
careless because wifey walked in on us. I nearly shit myself - I
think Yvonne did! Then Janet said to us both - ³well I always
told him he could have a mistress as long as he kept both of us
satisfied - so when you two have finished itıs my turn,² and she
got undressed and joined in. I ended up totally shagged out over
the best Christmas I have ever had, well what bits of it I
remember. As I write this Yvonne has just poured a whiskey for
the three of us and Janetıs about to come out of the shower - Me
oh I feel great - 40 going on 90 - Iım sure Janet has planned
something with the insurance pay out, but what the hell, I donıt
care. Itıll be a great way to die!
Copyright Sven the Elder Sept ı96
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