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Young Widow CH05

After our quick - and separate - showers, we dressed hurriedly and emerged from our rooms just about on time. No-one could guess that I had just woken Tom with a sensuous blowjob. But I had slept in his bed after a great evening of sex. So far it was looking like a nice business trip. We were working with different groups at this company, so we weren't together all morning. I was just finishing lunch in the company cafeteria when Tom came in to eat. We found a chance to talk alone, but tried not to act like lovers. "You certainly are looking radiant," he told me. "You just think that because you've had great sex," I said, teasing. "That is certainly true," he answered.

Young Widow CH02

My date with Doug was not the first sexual experience I had since my husband had passed away. The first with another another person, yes, but you know, there are other ways. I had become a widow at age 28 after a 10 year marriage. Two months after that I was still in a cloudy haze, not sure of anything. People had been so very wonderful to me, but after a few weeks everyone seems to think it is time to move on. "Accept what happened and move on," they say. But it doesn't work that way. Not with a spouse, especially. I didn't understand that either, until it happened to me.

A Birthday Surprise

I pulled the note out of my pocket and read it again. Kendra, I'm sorry that I've hurt you. What we had was great. But, we both know that it's time to move on. I hope that someday you can look back on this and not hate me. M That was the tenth time that I've read the note this past month. Each time I read the note, there were less tears and more anger. I worked my ass off at the Sugar Shack for low wages and crappy tips. To make matters worse, I had come home to find Mike fucking Amber, the slut from down the hall. That night, I had closed the diner early. With the new restaurant across the street sucking up all their customers, there was no need to stay open late anymore.

Alarm Call

Very slowly, consciousness overcame me, as I woke up, my head trying to absorb the reason why I had awoken. It was still dark, my brain registered that much, and therefore far too early for my alarm, fighting the fog in my head, I started to drift back to sleep, the sort of wonderful relaxing sleep that comes from knowing that I did not have to get up just yet, that I could snuggle back down in the covers, against your softness curled into my back. Gradually I heard myself moaning softly, and felt myself begin to push myself back against you, but my head still wasn't in gear, so it took a while for me to register what was happening.

Strap-on Empowerment

Jill and I were always very open to one another about what turned us on, but there was one thing that I hid from her. I had let one of my previous girlfriends to use a vibrator on me while giving me a blowjob. I guess I was just still unsure if this was ok or if it was something I should keep to myself. I knew one thing, and that was that I did enjoy it. Early on in our relationship we spent a good deal of time talking online and on the phone. It was in one of the conversations that the topic of vibrators and dildos got brought up. I can't remember now who brought it up, but it was most likely me. I was always interested in sex and thought about it a lot.

Peehole & Urethra Stretching

Let me start at the beginning and introduce myself! Hi, my name is Kate, and sex with my husband Mark has been pretty good. Considering that we have been married for a few years and one gets into a certain routine and things get a bit predictable. This does not mean that our sex got boring, as both of us made sure of that. We both love sex and we both like to experiment with each other. We have tried just about any position and in any orifice, possible. Sex toys, like different vibrators and dildos have been a part of our "Toy box" for a long time. It must have been about two years ago, when Mark mentioned a woman called "Ty" to me. I think he must have seen some pictures on the internet.

Kitchen Duty

Amy put the keys in her door and walked into her world. Her home was her "paradise." She was a recently divorced systems analyst, who had had enough of her husband and his missionary attitude. She was also fed up with the bar scenes and with the usual meeting crap. Amy was by no means the typical well-built model of perfection you always read about. That is not to say that she didn't have special attributes, she just wasn't a super model. Yes, she had a large bust. Their weight made them sag a little and they started from under her arms. She also was about 30 pounds over weight for her 5'7" height.

Sweet Ecstasy

Kara planned everything out carefully and collected all the stuff she was going to need to execute her plan. She looked in the mirror as she got ready and studied the reflection looking back at her. She was about 5'6" and a slight 115 pounds. She had a nice size chest, 34 D. Sam loved them and couldn't get enough of them. She had curves in all the right places, which she was currently accentuating with a rhinestone studded thong and matching bra. Pulling on a simple pair of jeans with a belt and a blue button down shirt of her husbands, she brushed her sun streaked brown hair out of her face. Her long lashed green eyes studied the unassuming outfit. Perfect!