From Griever to Hot-Widow

"Widow in a Veil"

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From Acceptance to Moving On With Intimacy

This is a slightly embellished telling of a recent real-life interaction. Names have been changed for the sake of the deceased and bereaved.

I first met Sami on a dating app. She is a mature widowed woman and me a septuagenarian. We got into lots of very sexy talking about what we would like to do with each other. It was her way of coming to terms with her needy feelings for intimacy, without actually committing to really doing it.

We got to the sensitive question of whether we would fuck ‘raw’, ie. uncovered. I explained that I normally played safe and it had been years since I had enjoyed the beautiful feeling of a naked pussy enveloping my cock. She returned that it had been two years since she had any sex at all with anyone, since her husband had died of cancer. She really wanted to have that intimate warmth again.

So our conversation moved out of the fantasy world, to the very real issue of grief after loss. Having done some counselling myself and experiencing a different sort of loss (a dead bedroom for 20 years because of my wife’s health issues), I was able to discuss the grieving process with her in depth.

Of the five stages of grief, the last is Acceptance. A big part of Acceptance, is coming to terms with ‘Moving On’. And the last and hardest part of Moving On after the loss of your loved one, is moving on with your intimate needs. Sami explained that it had been 2 years of ache. She had relied on her toys to satisfy herself, but she felt she was now ready for some real life hot man-meat. 

But she had this constant little guilty nagging in the back of her head of “What would Danny (my husband) think of me fucking another man?”.

Well we did finally get to meet in person. When she opened the door, it was like the flood gates opened. She flung her arms around my neck and was passionately kissing me as she dragged me inside. The silken robe that draped her body did nothing to cover her waiting nakedness underneath.

“I’m so glad you came” she weeped. “I want you so much. I need you”, she continued.

She pushed me back onto the lounge settee, spread her legs and sat on my lap. Her hands were rubbing all over my chest, starting to unbutton me. Her two years of aching waiting desire were unleashed. Her hands were all over me, running through my hair, pushing my shirt off my shoulders, whilst her passionate kissing plundered my mouth, sucked on ear lobes, kissing around my neck, every erogenous zone she could reach in this position.

I was just able to reach down and undo the flimsy cord around her waist and I pushed the loose robe aside so my hands could caress her beautiful breasts.

She leaned forward, pushing her orbs into my face. “Come on honey, suck on these babes. It has been so long. I’ve been touching and rubbing them every day for a year now. But I need a man’s hot mouth, NOW!!!”

As I relished licking and sucking around and across each breast in turn, my hands were on her arse and I slide the robe up off her hips so I could feel the warm smoothness of her buns, a good handful each.

With her arousal rising, she was now grinding her pussy against the growing hardness in my trousers. I think I even detected a small wet patch where her love juices were already flooding onto me. The heady scent of her sex filled the air. Our mutual desire was running red hot.

I couldn’t wait any longer. With my hands around her arse cheeks, I held her to me as I stood up. She instinctively put her legs around my waist and went back to deep passionate kissing — our tongues were now doing the Tongue Tango.

Without a word, she pointed toward the corridor and bedroom, so I carried her over the thresh-hold of her new sexually free life. Her grieving was now officially over.

I placed her on her feet and she immediately finished helping me strip. With a shrug of her shoulders her robe dropped off and she pushed me onto the bed on my back. She crawled over me until pussy was positioned right over my face, then she pushed down onto me grinding her clit against my nose and her love lips spread over mine, almost Deep French Kissing. This was all as she had described in her fantasy of what she wanted.

I could taste her arousal on our lips. But she was looking up, unable to look me in the eye, as if she still hadn’t quite come to terms with have sex with a new man.

Her arousal was reaching a plateau, when she suddenly turned around and lent down to take my semi-hard cock in her mouth. As she licked and sucked, round and round, up and down my man-hood, I could feel myself thickening and hardening and getting hotter and more sensitive under her ministrations.

Meanwhile, in my new position, I lifted her hips a little to give me good access to lick up and down her slit, sucking and twirling on her clit. As she came to her first orgasms, I said to her, “Can you hear Danny? He’s up there watching and cheering you on. Come on honey, you can do it, cum for me and Tom and for yourself. You are free now for your own pleasure!”.

Sami swung around planting a big kiss on me, saying, “Thank you Tom, for that message from Danny. It has really help me. I am ready now to go all the way. Please fuck me now. I need to feel you filling my cunt”. With smiling eyes, she looked deeply into mine. We had crossed the line.

With a wriggle of her hips, she had her labia spread across my hardness. She proceeded to slide up and down me stimulating her clit further against me. With her hands on me chest, she pushed herself up to maximise the pressure on her clit. I reached up and caressed her breasts, tweaking her engorged red nipples. 

Suddenly she went into another almighty convulsing orgasm and her torso lifted off me. Then as it subsided, she pushed back down on me and continued her wonderful pussy slide, faster and more vigorous grinding then before, until at the end of her stroke, my glans was court in the very opening of her love nest. With a further little twist, she slid right onto me. 

“Oh fuck yes! This is what I’ve been needing all these months. Cum with me darling!”.

So we fucked ourselves silly until she had another wild orgasm, a deep gripping vaginal orgasm this time. As her orgasms finally subsided, she collapsed on me, stilling hold her prize of my cock in her.

“God, I needed that. I’m well and truly fucked now”.

We rolled apart and cuddled back into each other kissing gently and lovingly.

I finally kneeled up and spread her legs. I bent in and proceeded to lick up her slit up to her clit, then across her clit in the sign of a cross. I explained to her, “This is the final message from Danny. God bless this cunt and all who fuck in her”.

“Oh you are a darling. You’re welcome to come back and fuck in her any time”.

As we slowly swung our legs around and started to get cleaned up, she said to me, “I would love to have you stay for dinner and give you round two for dessert. But I have to go and pick the kids up from basketball. I don’t think they are ready to meet Uncle Tom just yet”.

“Good bye my love. Thank you for helping me discover my new life as a Hot Widow! Do cum again and often”.