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The Widow
by Sven the Elder
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This is an adult story written for adults by an adult, if you can't hack
that go lie down in a dark room. The feelings will go away quite quickly.
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The widow lived across the road. She didn't fit the image. She was my age,
smart, kept herself trim. 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 didn't appear to be for want of suitor's - there wasn't a
string of men or even a queue to the door. In fact she didn't go out a
great deal, but if she did go there was always a handsome man. They just
didn't 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 road was 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 they didn't know much about the widow. She kept herself to
herself, there wasn't even gossip, you know - she's 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. She's a 'toucher'. Our family, on both
sides, have always been 'touchers' as well - we'll put an arm around
someone when we meet, touch their arm as we talk, often brush cheeks as we
greet. I don't know why - I guess it's not everyone's bag, but we just do
it. We get more positive responses than negative so it can't be too bad! We
met the widow first at a next door's christmas eve 'do'. It's actually her
birthday as well so it's a bit of an excuse for a celebration.
I'd gone in early, my wife would follow later she said - preparations for
the 'big day' and everything. My wife enjoy's christmas - the planning -
the food - the little surprises - everything just so. The widow slipped
next door too 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
"Go across with Yvonne she needs some help for a few minutes, Jack has let
her down and she needs a man to help her with some preparation."
Now I have to say this surprised me - Janet my wife - is a little wary of
these situations. "Well I mean you can't be too carefull - can you" is one
of her favourite sayings. Anyway I followed Yvonne, I always do as I'm
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 check they can't be
opened from the outside - ours are the same, she didn't put the check on.
We wouldn't be disturbed - but then I though don't be stupid - to coin a
phrase 'don't shit on your own doorstep', and that apllied to her as as
well as me.
"Sven - can you wait here a second I must just pay a visit" Yvonne said. So
I stood in the kitchen and waited. The calendar on the cupboard was a
Chippendale one - I grinned to myself - "nothing wrong there!" "Perhaps a
little out of character though?" As she came back through the door I bloody
near stopped breathing and had a heart attack - she was totally stark
naked!! "Did Janet tell you what it was I wanted to borrow?" 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. You've 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 didn't care even
though God only knew how I'd explain them to wifey. Staid wifey. Stay at
home wifey. Missionary position wifey. Friday night is fucking, sorry
'loving', 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 couldn't call it a cunt it was just too
beautiful! I sank my face in it and the taste and smell was overpowering -
coupled with the Yvonnes exquisite tongue at the other end I started to
come almost instantly. Yvonne screamed round my dick as she came to.
Noisely 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 session's 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 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 "Thank you for my christmas
present - we'd better go back, they'll think we're being naughty." And she
grinned. "You go to your house first and then come in with Janet".
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 wifey walked in on us. I nearly shit
myself - I think Yvonne did! Then Janet said to us both - "well I always
told him he could have a mistress as long as he kept both of us satisfied -
so when you two have finished it's my turn," 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 Janet's about to come out of the
shower - Me oh I feel great - 40 going on 90 - I'm sure Janet has planned
something with the insurance pay out, But what the hell, I don't care.
It'll be a great way to die!
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(C) 1996 Sven the Elder
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The account you have just read contains acts that may not be appropriate
for everyone. In fact, some may be dangerous. The author does not advocate
the practice of these acts and in our times recommends that care be taken
when any sex act is performed. Protect Yourself!
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