I was married for 15 years before my husband suddenly died. We got married at age 20 and I would have told you that our sex life was great. We had sex three times a week and while I can never remembering having an orgasm, I was completely satisfied. My husband of 15 years was the only guy that I ever loved and ever shared my body with. He was the only penis I ever saw, at least up close. There was a time or two that I saw my older brother when he came out of the shower, but that doesn't really count. After all he saw my naked breasts far more times than that. I was never overly cautious about walking around my bedroom naked and rarely completely shut my bedroom door. Looking back, maybe I was a bit of a tease but while I would have denied it, I did secretly enjoy showing my brother my body.
I fell in love with my husband back in high school and he was a year older. We kissed and made out at the drive-in and we even felt up each other but never exposed ourselves to each other until our wedding night. Again, looking back, that was my boyfriend's/husband's idea not mine. A girl who lets her brother get glimpses of his sister naked would probably have been an easy target for any boyfriend to at least expose her breasts as they made out, but it never happened. Our sex life transformed into a three time a week love session which almost always ended with my husband on top in the missionary position coming into my vagina after about 15 - 20 minutes of lave making. He never "went down" on me or I him. But, as I said, it was very satisfying to both of us and we never felt like we were missing anything.
Then the shock on my life came the night a police officer showed up on my doorstep late one Wednesday night and told me that my husband was killed in a very violent car accident. I never even got to see him again even at the funeral as the violent accident was so violent that it had to be a closed casket. I really regret not being able to see him one last time and say goodbye before he was buried and gone forever from my life.
For the next two years I was so very, very lonely. We never had children and my only living relative, my brother lived a thousand miles away. My friends tried to be there but their lives kept them busy and I didn't want to trouble them with my problems. One night I decided to go for a walk in my small central Ohio town and the local bar had a song playing that I really liked. It seemed harmless enough so even though I was not much of a drinker, I entered the bar and tentatively took a seat in the corner at a small table. Ordering a white wine, I guess I looked like what I was - a lonely vulnerable woman in the prime of her sex life. I immediately attracted unwanted attention. I was about to leave right after the third guy approached for to ask me to dance. He had one drink too many and wouldn't allow me to leave without making an unwanted advance. Suddenly a white night appeared and ran interference for me and the guy was sent to another part of the bar to potentially bother someone else.
My white knight asked if I was ok and I said yes, but I just wanted to go home. He offered to walk me home and while I was on guard, he seemed nice enough, so I allowed him to walk me the 6 or 7 blocks home. His name was Tom and I told him my name was Helen (I lied). When we got to the house, I thanked him and quickly turned and went behind the gate and started up the sidewalk. "Helen!" he called. I didn't immediately turn around because that was not my real name. "Helen!" he called louder. I turned around and he looked so handsome and yet vulnerable staring at me when he asked my phone, I gave it to him without thinking. Then, as I turned to go in my house, I felt guilty about lying about my name so I turned around and said, "By the way, my real name is Kathleen."
Looking confused, he said, "Ok, Kathleen, I'll call you tomorrow if that is ok."
"Yea, that's ok. Please call me tomorrow and ask for Kathleen, ok? I smiled and I think he understood what just happened. At least he never asked about it again. I went into my house and feeling strangely excited, I put on my sexist nightgown and climbed into bed. After about an hour of reliving the last two hours of my life, I finally fell asleep but Tom never left my mind. The proof was in my dreams. I have never had a dream as real as I had that night. Handsome Tom was sleeping beside me naked and somehow my dead husband was in the room. I cuddled to Tom in my sexiest nightgown and felt his hard erection pushing into my belly as I laid my head on his shoulder. I wanted to reach for his penis but instead reached inside my own panties and felt an unexpected wetness on my fingers. When I touched my clitoris, I jumped awake and just like in my dream, my hand was in my panties and sure enough, there was an unexpected wetness that greeted my now awake fingers.
Masturbation never entered my mind my entire life. The only time I ever felt my vagina was when I took care of my daily washing and, of course, my daily trips to the bathroom. This was different and very foreign but I didn't remove my fingers either. I felt my hard clitoris for the first time of my life. It felt good, very good, to feel that hard button respond to my soft unintentional touch. That unintentional touch turned intentional as I slowly explored this new feeling. My stoking because more serious and more intense as I applied more pressure to my middle finger as it moved a little faster over my now very hard clitoris. I closed my eyes and envisioned Tom sleeping naked next to me with his hard penis pressing into my side. As my legs opened involuntarily I moved my finger down to the vaginal opening and felt my womanly juices flowing freely from the hole and I dipped my middle finger tentatively into the cavity and jumped and the unexpected pleasure that evoked. My finger was very wet and I let it slide deeper into the hole until it was as deep as I could reach. My whole body bucked and my back arched as I wantonly accepted my own two middle fingers. My nipples ached for attention so my other hand went to the right nipple and the increased pleasure that resulted from that touch somehow made my two fingers now deeply inside me, violently attack my deepest recesses and I squirted for the first time ever. Embarrassed, I removed my fingers and retreated to the bathroom to clean up the mess I made. I even changed the sheets and put on my flannel nightgown because I was too embarrassed with my immoral actions. Little did I know of the changes that were soon to come when I would gladly sleep on my own juices?
* * * * * * * * * * * * Being a Saturday, Tom did call me about 11:30 the next day. I ran to answer the phone for the first time since I was a teenager, that time, Ironically also anticipating a call from my only boyfriend I ever had call me. Tom's voice was soft yet strong as he asked for Kathleen. "Speaking." I answered.
"This is Tom, you know Tom from last night?" He sounded unsure of himself which endeared me even more by his vulnerability.
"I remember, Tom. How are you?" I tried to sound welcoming but not too anxious.
"Fine, how are you?"
"Wonderful," I replied a little too eagerly. I regretted my response but it was now out there.
"Kathleen is such a pretty name. I like it! I couldn't get you off my mind last night and couldn't wait to call you this morning." His openness scared me a bit but I listened as he went on. "Listen, I know this might be moving a little fast but I need to see you again." I listened intently but trying to manage my inner feelings which wanted him here, NOW! I was regretting my choice on wearing a light blouse and no bra as my nipples hardened as I listened to his voice anxiously anticipating his every word. It was uncomfortable but exciting at the same time. Tom continued gratefully bringing my attention away from my hardened nipples, "Are you busy tonight? Maybe some dinner or a movie?"
"Dinner would be great!" I answered which somehow caused my jeans to feel a bit too tight as the seam now rubbed my clitoris. That also felt strange, rough and wonderful all at the same time! My hand involuntarily went to my upper thigh near the point of the sensations coming from between my legs. The response to his voice was amazing and scary but I continued on not wanting for those feelings to end. "7 o'clock - no 6 would be better, if that works for you?" I couldn't wait to see him which is why I changed the time but immediately regretted that decision as it seemed too anxious.
"6 works for me." He answered. "Same place as last night, right?"
"Right."
"Kathleen, right?" he asked
"Yea," I giggled, "Kathleen works."
"See you then." He said.
"Ok, see you then." I stopped myself just in time as I really, really wanted to say, "I love you." I hung up the phone and looked down to see my hand even closed to the seam of my jeans which seemed to be digging into my vagina. Going to the bedroom to change my pants to a bit more comfortable clothing, the rubbing against my clitoris was even more intense. I found myself panting as I lowered my very tight jeans down to my ankles and stepping out of them noticed my panties were wet. I removed them as well and out on loose shorts without replacing the panties. Now without any panties or bra, I felt naked all day waiting for my white knight to arrive and I felt freer like I have never felt in my life.
At 4 o'clock I was so eager, I jumped into the shower to start getting ready. I took off my only two pieces of clothing which seemed a bit too quick, but being naked felt so natural, I wasn't even embarrassed to see myself so exposed in the mirror. Instead I stopped to check out my uncovered body. As with all women, I was too critical of my appearance and noticed every flaw. My 38C breasts were sagging a bit and my hips seem a little too big but I was hoping Tom wouldn't notice. My nipples were very hard and they stuck out like erasers from the middle of my breasts. Looking down, I noticed, my pubic hair which was, of course the same auburn color of my hair, was a bit overgrown and even though Tom would never see that tonight, I decided to trim it up a bit. Getting the scissors, I started to pull my pubic hair out a bit to clip it off without catching anything important. I found that sensation alarmingly exciting as I remembered back to my upsetting actions the night before.
Wanting to see what I looked like last night, I tentatively touched between my vaginal lips with my middle finger. It was wet as I expected but seeing myself touch myself in such a way buckled my knees and I just had to plunge two fingers deep into my vagina. I fell to my knees as I violently massaged my insides with my two middle fingers. Feeling the wetness start to drip onto my bathroom floor, I lifted myself onto my hands and knees with my fingers still deep inside me. My husband installed full length mirrors directly across from each other to allow us to see out back and front at the same time to make sure our clothes fit properly which allowed me to see for the first time, my open vagina with my two wet fingers go in and out of the gaping hole. I couldn't take it anymore and I collapsed is a gasping, wanton heap on the bathroom floor. It took me several minutes to gather my composure as I climbed into the shower to clean the mess that resided between my thighs. Still very sensitive, I cleaned myself thoroughly and did my hair. It was now 5:15 and I couldn't decide what to wear. Conservative floral knee length, high cut dress or sexy thigh length low cut red dress. Neither seemed appropriate so I choose my green button up dress which I have the option of loosening a button here or there to match the mood of the dinner. Nice bra which is cut just above the nipples to allow for some cleavage and panties to match. One button open on the bottom and one on the top, I thought my choices seemed right.
I waited until 6pm and no Tom. 6:05 - no Tom - no phone call. 6:17 - phone rings - it was Tom. He had an accident and had some injuries that required medical attention. He was an outpatient at a local hospital and didn't have a working vehicle to come later. I volunteered to pick him up and 45 minutes later we were on our way back to my house. Tom had a few bandages and bruises but seemed fine. He wanted me to take him home, but I insisted that he come to my house for a simple dinner that I could make quickly.
Spaghetti with marina sauce and Italian sausages was ready in about 30 minutes and with the pain medicine, no wine - just iced tea and coconut cake I had in the freezer. It was surprisingly good and we settled onto the couch at about 8:15. He fell asleep on my couch and woke up about midnight. By that time, I was in my nightgown and robe watching him sleep and NCIS on my dvr. When he awoke, he was soooooo apologetic but I really didn't mind - I just wanted him to be fine. He wasn't fit to be alone, so I settled him in my double bed and went to the couch for the night.
It was there that Showtime after Dark came on and I sometimes liked watching the sexy but not explicit "love stories". The problem was that it reminded me that I was wearing my sexy red nightgown and no bra. Panties were red to match and like the nightgown was semi-transparent. Watching the sexy show, my hands drifted to my thighs and I slowly stroked the inside of my left thigh. My robe was on the chair across the room so I was a bit exposed when I was shocked to hear Tom come down the hall behind me. No time to dive for the robe, so I tried to cover up as best I could. Tom asked me what I was watching and it was hard to deny the sexy show as the woman in the show was naked except for panties with her husband and another guy in their living room. Soon a threesome was going to develop.
"You like that stuff?" Tom inquired.
"Not really, I mean I've never done . . . ." I nervously replied.
He gave me some room and eased my embarrassment by changing the subject. "Look, I'm very tired and need to go back to bed, but I feel guilty with you out here while I am in your bed."
"Well, if you promise to be good . . ."
"I promise." He stated flatly. "There is plenty of room on the bed. I'll stay on my side if you promise to stay on yours."
I smiled "I promise." And with that we headed to bed. An hour later he was sound asleep as he kept his promise and I remembered back to just last night when I dreamed that I was in bed with Tom and I cuddled against his hard masculine body. I decided what could be the harm. It had been over 2 years since I was in bed with a man and I missed the secure feeling of having a capable man protect me from all harm. I laid my head on his shoulder and put my right leg over his thigh and my right arm across his chest. I broke my promise and fell asleep quickly in the arms of a guy I met less than 36 hours ago.
Sleep was sweet and I awoke first as daylight penetrated our room. Something hard was pressing into my side and as I reached to move it, I realized it was Tom' now erect penis. When I realized what it was, I quickly removed my hand and backed off a little from Tom so as not to feel his erect and hard penis. Shortly after that, Tom awoke and looked a bit confused that he was in bed with me. Clearly he didn't remember our agreement for 5 seconds and then when he remembered, he said softly, "Hi, I forgot you were here." He reached out to me to come back in against his body and when I did, he seemed to realize about his early morning condition and jerked back a bit so I wouldn't know of his erection. In a rash decision I moved in to cuddle his chest and allowed his erection to press into my side. I pretended to ignore it but my body was doing everything else but ignoring the seemly long and very hard protrusion. I pushed my vagina in closer to his thigh until I felt the contact with his muscular thigh against my womanhood.
"Wow," he said, "someone is breaking the rules." I started to slowly grind against his thigh and the heat began to rise between my legs. My nipples hardened and I could feel his muscular chest try to crush my nipples. He looked me in the eye and slowly approached my mouth with his lips until he made tentative contact. That is when all hell broke loose.
His hands found my left breast and as he started feeling me up, his tongue snaked into my willing mouth. I lost all control and started to grind my wet and willing vagina against his thigh very aggressively. At the same time, my hand went down to his erect penis and found its' way into his boxers. I felt for the first time another man's penis other than my dead husbands and I was really turned on. Tom's hand snaked into my soaked panties and he found the opening into my vagina fingered me until I shook all over and almost fainted. Tom then ripped off my top and my breasts were set free from any encumbrance. He sucked my nipple and then the other and slide down my body. I didn't know what was about to happen, but too soon for me to stop, my panties were ripped off and Tom did something I have never experienced. He stuck his tongue deep into my willing hole and sucked on the overflowing juices. Another wave of sexual excitement took over my body and I shook like never before as I came on his tongue. I've heard of orgasms but never experienced one before but I did know what just happened.
Tom came up for air and moving up kissed me on my mouth with the juices from my orgasm all over his face and tongue. I sucked on his tongue and took it into my mouth juices and all. I was so horny, I was ready for anything. Anything except what happened next. Tom kneeled above my chest and removed his boxers releasing his hard manhood right in front of my face. It sprang free so quickly and violently that I ducked a bit to avoid getting hit by the damn thing. It dangled before my eyes and Tom asked me to taste him. He actually said, "Want to taste my cock, baby?" I never heard such language except on Showtime after Dark and other similar programs. I didn't know what to do, so I stuck out my tongue and allowed his "cock" to touch it. "Lick it, baby, taste that cock. I know you want it . . . ." and before he could say anymore I did what I had heard is the right thing to do. I opened my willing mouth and sucked him in.
As I was sucking his cock I began to feel my pussy respond to the invasion of my mouth and I relaxed and started to enjoy this more and more. I took the beast a bit deeper until it touched the back of my throat. Tom made sure not to push too hard but let me have control of the depth and the speed of the penetration. Then he did something I never in my life expected or experienced. He started talking to me.
"I love watching a beautiful woman taking a cock into her mouth. It is so sexy." I was a little scared as I didn't know where this might be going, but I continued to move up and down his hard phallus. He continued, "Especially when she is underneath the man just like you are. She is ready for her man to take her mouth and she trusts him to do it without hurting her. I will never hurt you, Kathleen. You can trust me. I just want the best for you and when we are together, I will always try to be aware of what you need and want." He moaned as I could feel his penis getting harder in my mouth. I didn't want him to cum but I wasn't ready to stop tasting his manhood.
He started again this time just a little naughtier. "Do you like my cock, Kathleen? Does it taste good? Is your pussy getting wetter? Are you going to fuck me Kathleen? Take that cock up your wet and ready sweet pussy?" I nodded my consent and he thrust a little deeper into my mouth. I opened my mouth a little wider to accept his offer. The talk turned a little darker. "I have watched a dozen women in your position, Kathleen." I was uncomfortable. This was not what I expected and I almost stopped taking him into my waiting mouth, but he pushed a little harder and started fucking my mouth. "Relax, Kathleen, I will never hurt you." I trusted him so I did relax and he continued his story.
"Kathleen, I have watched a dozen women below me sucking my cock. Some have taken it vigorously and some very slowly and sensuously. I have liked them all and I am loving you worship my cock." My sucking became more intense as he went on about his past lovers. This should have been weird, but somehow I found it exciting. It put pictures in my mind that have never entered before. I took him a little deeper which he interrupted (rightly so) as an encouragement to continue.
His talk got a little darker and dirtier. "Two swallowed my cum and 5 took it into their mouth but spit it out after they tasted my seed. They swirled it around and then slowly allowed it to seep out the corners or their mouth. I'm sure they swallowed some as they played with my jism before they allowed it to flow. The other 5 wanted me to withdraw and spray their face which I did. Some wanted to get cleaned up right away and some allowed the cum to dry a bit before they took the trip to the bathroom to clean up." By now his 7" cock was about 4-5" in my mouth and I sucked hard trying to decide what I wanted with his cum. I knew I wanted it before we went on, but I just needed to decide whether to swirl or have him withdraw and cover my face with his cum.
He leaned back a bit and felt for my vagina. His two middle fingers found their mark and he buried them to the hilt in my now dripping hole. He continued with his dialog. "Kathleen, you are among the best. Only two could completely swallow my cock! Julie was amazing. She swallowed my cock whole with little effort. Maggie struggled but once she came for the first time on my fingers, her efforts intensified and she was able to rub her nose against my pubic hair. Of course, her rather large nose helped but she still did it! Give credit where credit is due." These details along with the names made pictures start to form as to how each looked and made me even more determined to be the 3rd to swallow his penis. I reached behind with both hands and pulled him closer as another inch was now in my mouth and assaulting my throat.
He knew immediately what I wanted and he reached behind my head and pulled me forward. I fought the gaging response as he went deeper than I have ever had before and my nose felt its' first tickling of pubic hair against it. I came! He was too deep to allow my screams to reach the outside air, but my convulsing body betrayed my response. My decision was made for made for me as he pushed deep into my mouth and I felt his seed spurt deep into my throat. What did it taste like? I don't know. It hit the back of my throat and slid down into my stomach bypassing my tongue. I swallowed and swallowed as spurt after spurt shot into my wanting throat. Finally he withdrew and I got my first subtle taste of his seed which was a bit salty and bitter but I loved every bit of it. I had never tasted my husband's cum before so after 15 years of good sex, I tasted the cum of another man who I just met a few hours before.
I came up for air and laid by his side draping my leg over his and allowing my vagina touch his knee transferring the wetness and heat onto his manly thigh. I could feel my cum continue to drip onto his leg. This would have been embarrassing before today, but I just swallowed a penis and its' load, so I was already into uncharted territory, so I stayed allowing his thigh to rub on my extended clitoris and his knee to somehow find its' way between my vaginal lips and rub against my opening as it trying to climb deeper and deeper into my womb.
"WOW, Kathleen that was special. No other woman including Julie ever did that! I sprayed her closed mouth many times but never unloaded my balls into her throat. That was incredible!"
Without realizing what I was doing, I rubbed my clitoris against his knee. I wanted to hear more about his past lovers and the details were important. "Who was your best lover ever?" I asked.
"Well, Julie was the best cocksucker, until now of course, but overall Sam was the absolute best!"
"Sam?" I asked a bit perplexed.
"Well her full name was Samantha, but I called her Sam. I liked finding names for my lovers that was special that no one else called her."
"What was so special about her?" I inquired.
"She was a good cocksucker and loved the taste and feel of my cock, but she made me cum like no other. She loved it all! I ate her out as she sat on my face and when my tongue penetrated her willing hole, she would scream and squirt filling my mouth with her cum. It was sweet and some of the best cum I ever tasted. She loved being on top and we almost always ended with her impaling herself on my dick and riding it until she squirted again and again. But the best part about her was her willingness to stretch her boundaries. She did things I couldn't believe she would ever do."
That was all I could take for the night as I fell back asleep and dreamt about watching Sam and Tom make love all night long as I watched in the corner of the room.
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