Widow Sex Story

Widow Sex Story
I am writing a memoir and anti-advice manual on widowhood. I blog at http://www.thehungoverwidow.com and at The Huffington Post. My work has been published in xojane, Full Grown People and The Erma Bombeck Humor Writer's Workshop.
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I thought I was done with sex, until dating helped me rediscover the joy of life.
My current boyfriend was shocked when, after we first made love, I told him that all I wanted in a relationship (at the time) was a "friends with benefits" situation. It had been a year and eight months since my husband had died; my sex drive had recovered, but my heart was still hibernating.
I'd been my husband George's caregiver as he'd succumbed to cancer. Sex hadn't been a part of my life for a long time. I was too worried about him to think of much else. I felt like I had no sexuality.
After he died in 2013, I figured I was done with sex. He'd been my high school sweetheart, my first and only. If you'd asked me then, I would have said that I'm fifty, I have 32 years of memories, I'm not interested in sex. It's for other people. I thought I might get a cat, once I was ready to take care of anything again.
What I got instead was an unlikely best friend who'd helped me look after George. My friend was a movie buff, belonging to several film societies. He started asking me to movie screenings. He'd stop by my house some evenings "to avoid rush hour." A few months after George's death, things between us became physical.
My brain was still deep in mourning, but other parts of me were in overdrive, reminding me that I was still alive, healthy and up for fun. When I told one of my girlfriends about my new sex life, she said, "Good for you for getting back on the horse!"
Another friend said something I took to heart: that as women, we can claim our pleasure without shame, that our sexuality is a gift to be proud of. The idea that we "should" only have sex within the context of a serious relationship was an antiquated judgment to be disregarded. And I agree, despite being raised conservatively by a widowed father who taught me that nice girls say "no."
I eventually ended things with my friend. He wanted an exclusive relationship and I didn't.
Fourteen months after George died, I decided I was ready to date. My brain wanted a relationship that was emotionally fulfilling with the potential to be long-lasting. I would be a "good girl" again, finding someone I loved and who loved me back, getting into a proper relationship, and having sex only after an appropriate amount of time.
I missed my husband desperately. (I still do.) But, I realized that whatever I did couldn't affect him. He was gone. I owed it to myself and to him to be healthy and careful, but my private life was up to me. I became more open and much less judgy.
I went online. It was fun dating a few guys at once. I did what I felt like regardless of any potential for a relationship. I told the men I dated, "I was with my husband since my high school prom; these are my college years now." I did the experimenting I hadn't done in my twenties. For the first time since I was 17, I was single. I was just going through my single years later than most people do.
Even my dad was glad I was dating and having fun. He started giving me dating advice. His opinions on sex apparently varied greatly when speaking to a 50-year-old widow as opposed to his teenaged daughter. But when he jokingly suggested I buy new lingerie, I told him that was too much!
In November 2015, I started dating my current boyfriend. I was still seeing a few other guys, too, but I had started to feel different: I wanted to feel strongly about the person I was with. I was tired of having experiences for their own sake. Within a week I'd stopped dating anyone but my boyfriend. Now we've been together 15 months.
My reawakening since my husband died really surprised me. I went from expecting to be done with sex, to having an intense physical relationship, to experimenting in a way I never had when I was younger, and finally, to being with someone I love. But more importantly, rediscovering my sexuality helped me to be open to enjoying life again, and to look at new things with curiosity instead of judgment.
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Yesterday i went out to lowbed a combine to my yard. I went into the house and she came out of the bathroom with a towel on her wet hair and a button-in-front house coat.
She was a few steps up and leaned against the door frame. The light coming in from behind me did light up the place nicely and I could see side boob and curly hair.
In the moment I asked her if she would do me a favor. She asked what and I asked her to open the front of the house coat.
She did. Giving me a good look at her 70 year old body, then turned around and walked into the kitchen.
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For me, turning 40 was a real issue.
My friends were throwing me a big four-oh party and it kind of got out of hand there were a lot of people there. Many of whom I didn't even know. Let's just say that we passed small and intimate way back in the dust.
As I moved through the crowd, a woman who appeared to be about 45 caught my eye. She was one of the many people I didn't know. She was in shape and had a great body. I decided that at 40, I was allowed to chat up women who were 45. I move over to her and introduced myself.
She told me she was Linda. As it turned out, she was friends with a couple I knew and they'd invited her to the party. I asked if she brough her husband, and she replied that she was a widow having lost her husband a year ago. I expressed my sympathies. She said that it wasn't needed as she'd made it past the first three months and worked her head through it. He was gone and she had to move on.
"So, what's the hardest part now," I asked.
She leaned in and said, "No sex. I really miss that part."
"A good-looking woman such as yourself should have no problem solving that," I said.
"It's harder than you think. After all, you haven't offered now have you," she asked with a provocative smile on her face.
"Never let it be said that I have no manners. You have my offer to help in that area at any time," I said.
The room was crowded and everyone was on top of each other. Someone passed by carrying a couple of drinks and offering up a "pardon me". In the bustle of the room, I felt her hand rubbing the crotch of my pants. It wasn't an accidental bump against me, she was groping for treasure.
"Just checking to see if it were a valid offer," she said. "Seems it was very real."
By this time, she had a firm grip on my ball sack and my cock was swelling to full size. It was kind of fun. This had never happened before, even at drunken frat parties at college. Even college girls had been more discrete. By this point, she'd released my balls and was gently rubbing my cock through my pants. She rubbed it from end-to-end, slowly.
"Okay, you have my attention and a bit of pre-cum," I said in a whisper at her ear. She smiled.
"I want more than that," she whispered back.
The room had pretty much cleared. She stood in a corner, me facing her. Releasing my cock, she unzipped my pants and reached in grabbing my cock. She gave it a good tug and then fondling the head, said, "Yes, I see we do have a pre-cum situation." With that, she released my cock, zipped my pants and slowly licked her fingers which carried my pre-cum.
"You can call me for anything at any time," I replied.
With that she glided away and starting chatting with other guests. It was just as if nothing had happened. I was really hoping that she called. Then I remembered that we'd not exchanged numbers. Not-to-worry, I could always get her number from our mutual friends.
Sitting at my desk the following Tuesday, the phone rang. I picked it up and a woman said, "I'm in the market for some pre-cum. Would you be able to help me with that," she asked?
"Yes, Linda. I can absolutely help you with that. I'm in a meeting with my boss right now, may I return you call," I asked. "What's your number?" I jotted down the number and promised to call her back shortly.
I rushed the remainder of he meeting with my boss. As he left my office, I picked up the phone and called Linda. She picked up.
"Hello, Linda. What can I do to help you," I asked? I was sure she could hear the smirk in my voice. "Perhaps I could offer you dinner tonight."
"No dinner. I told you I was horny not hungry. Do you have any offers that don't involve food?"
"Perhaps I could come to your place and we could start with my pre-cum and take it all the way to post cum," I said.
"Take down my address. Let's say seven," she said. She proceeded to give me her address which I wrote down, shoving the paper with the address and phone number into my pants pocket. I didn't have to check anything. My cock was already hard in anticipation.
How refreshing to meet a woman who knew what she wanted and was not afraid to ask for it.
I arrived at her place, a nice house in the suburbs, promptly at seven. I didn't want to be a minute late for what promised to be a big fucking evening. I rang the bell and waited.
She opened the door with a big smile and welcome me in. I handed over the bottle of wine that I'd brought reminding her that she'd passed on food, but hadn't said anything about wine.
She got glasses while I popped the cork and pored the wine. We took our glasses to the living room, got comfortable on the couch. We covered the basic unimportant conversation: job, hobbies, likes, dislikes, nice house, how long you lived here, etc.
During the conversation, her hand had found my crotch again and was teasing me through my pants. I'd rested my hand on her knee and slowly moved up her leg. Finding her pussy without any panties. Using the first joint of two fingers, I slid them up and down between her pussy lips. She reacted positively. She squirmed a bit and I know it was exciting her so I continued to taunt her pussy. My finger found her clit and I started massaging it in a small circular motion. She let out a little sound that let me know that I had her full attention.
As I gently stroked her pussy, she had gotten really wet. I guess she'd been missing a lot of sex after her husband. Her cunt seemed ready to make up for lost time.
"What do you say to moving this to the bedroom," I asked.
I was a little surprised. She knew why I was here and she was sitting in a puddle of pussy juices. What's the deal?
Just then, I heard, "Mom, I'm leaving now." Down the hall came a teenage girl with a backpack. I quickly pulled my hand from under her dress before the girl could see what I was doing.
"This is my teenage daughter, Lilly," she said.
I offered Lilly my hand and said hello. She returned it with a smile. I couldn't read the meaning behind the smile. It could have meant "nice to meet you -- I have good manners" or it could have been "I know you're her to fuck my mom."
Lilly was a pretty blond, with a great slender body characteristic of teen girls. She had nice breast -- not huge, but she was not flat chested. Her tiny hips were covered by a short denim skirt. She looked athletic with a flat tummy and strong, but still girlish, legs. In short, she was a dish, just like her mom.
She said her goodbye, said she'd be home late and kissed her mom goodnight. In a flash she was out the front door.
"So, I'm guessing that is why we're not in the bedroom yet.
"Bingo. And, I wanted her to meet you. Sometimes after meeting someone she gives me our secret 'dump him' code."
"No, she liked you. You got two thumbs up."
"Glad that I passed! So, where were we? Oh, yes, I was wondering if you had a bedroom in this house, because I'm ready to fuck." I normally would not have said that, but Linda was proving to be an up-front lady.
She showed me to the bedroom and I took off my shoes and socks and tossed them in the corner. I drew her close and started to kiss her. She went right for the tongue. She was sexy as hell! She removed my shirt and dropped it to the floor. I fumbled with her top and when it was off, I released her breast from her bra.
I really like the feel of her tits on my bare chest. I focused my tongue on her tits and nipples. They responded quick; the nipples became hard. I had never seen nipples pop up that large and I couldn't resist sucking them -- first one then the other. She responded with low moaning.
Dropping to my knees, I removed her skirt. Now, her pussy was right in my face. My fingers went back to the exploration they'd started in the living room. She was still wet from earlier.
There she stood, naked. I looked up to see her holding her breasts and pinching the nipple
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