A Widow's Tale

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Her mourning passed, Maggie's libido returns.
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Updated 09/22/2022
Created 01/05/2007
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I didn't expect to be a widow at age 38. Gerald was a few years older -- 43 -- but he was vital and healthy. At the time, the doctors told me that sudden death was often the first (and last) symptom of heart disease. It was no consolation.

Gerald had been the bedrock of my life. About halfway through the second year of our marriage he came tome with flowers and a confession: that he yearned above all else to see me bound and helpless, under his complete control. We had always enjoyed a vigorous sex life, and I was eager to indulge his fantasies. Gradually, dominance and submission became our lifestyle. He was never unduly cruel or unfair. The punishments I earned were given lovingly, but also pushed my limits to their outermost edges. As time passed, things I would never have considered previously became tolerable, then enjoyable. I thrived under his instruction. I trusted him unconditionally. He was, in all respects, my Master.

His death was utterly devastating. His partners at the law firm made settling the estate as easy as it could be. Of course, they had no idea about the double life that Gerald and I led. The funeral came and went and finally I was alone. My grief seemed bottomless. Months passed before I was able to part with his things, and it was longer still before I could look at the harsh implements with which he had brought me so much pleasure. But inexorably a scab formed over the wound, and new tissue grew underneath it. Twenty months after his death, the scab started to itch and loosen around the edges. For the first time, I started to think about enjoying life again. My libido returned. Although Gerald left me well-off, I decided to take a part time job as a way to get out of the house.

Randall's was a more up-scale shoe retailer that I'd shopped at many times. The job offered about the number of hours I had in mind and a generous employee discount. Women and shoes, right? Many of our customers were regulars. I had even seen one or two of them when I had been a customer, before Gerald's passing. I was no over-achiever at the store; I had no aspirations beyond being a part-time clerk, but I quickly learned that I enjoyed helping customers find that thing of legend -- the "perfect shoe". In its own way, it was entertaining. Some people were matter-of-fact, in and out of the store within a few minutes. Others would gush out their life story as they tried on shoe after shoe after shoe. And then there was Eric.

Eric looked to be a twenty-something. He was always very pleasant and perhaps even flirtatious, but frankly I thought he was probably gay. Always well-dressed and impeccably groomed, he could be counted on for needing new shoes on an oddly frequent basis. I had comical visions of an apartment filled floor to ceiling with shoe boxes. I turned out to be both right and wrong, but I get ahead of myself.

Eric was handsome if he was nothing else. Lean but not skinny, he was athletic and graceful. Neatly styled white-blonde hair crowned the most brilliant green eyes I had ever seen. This young man had spent large sums of time and money on his appearance. Nature didn't make teeth so straight and white, and Caucasians in Illinois weren't so tan without tropical vacations or UV beds. He was tall enough, and his voice was satiny smooth. I had just passed his credit card through the scanner for the second time in a week. Claire, my co-worker, had just come back from her break.

"Hey Maggie, I'm back. Your turn."

"Thanks Claire. I'll finish this up and get out of here."

A sales receipt spilled out of the cash register. Smiling, I laid the receipt and a pen on the counter in front of him. He spoke as he signed for his purchase.

"You know, it just so happens I was on my way to lunch also. Thought I'd stop in at the deli a few doors over." He handed the receipt back, his sparkling green eyes making contact with mine. "If we ate lunch together, then neither one of us would have to eat alone."

"Ummm, well, " I stammered. I felt like I'd just been thrown into the middle of a cold, deep lake. It wasn't that I didn't want to go. In fact, I had grown terribly curious about this youthful man. It was just that I hadn't expected his invitation. Eric was looking at me, his bright smile gleaming. Claire was looking at me, silently mouthing "go! go!". I feigned resignation and agreed to lunch. I felt a drop of dew gather at the entrance of my sex.

We didn't say much on the way to DiAngleo's. Eric insisted that I order first, then told the kid at the counter to put both meals on his ticket.

"I can pay for my own lunch. Really."

"Maggie, your expert knowledge of wing-tips is worth at least one meal, don't you think?"

I laughed. "Ok, ok." Off in the far corner of the deli one very small table remained. It was really only meant for one person, but we managed. Eric was the picture of gentlemanly conduct, mannerly and chivalrous. I wasn't exactly surprised that he was so couth -- he was always exceedingly courteous at the store -- but it was his genuine sincerity that was so compelling. Our proximity at the little table tantalized my skin and played on my erotic imagination.

"So, Eric, " I ventured. "What's the deal with all the shoes? You buy a lot of them."

"The only pair I actually needed was the first pair you sold me. The rest were just because I wanted to see you."

"Oh, c'mon. You're probably 15 years younger than I am and could have anyone you wanted."

He took my hand and brought it gently to his lips, kissing it softly. "Don't underestimate yourself, Maggie. You are a powerful woman." His green eyes seared into me. This man had expectations and seemed accustomed to having them met. I couldn't help but be reminded of the way Gerald used to look at me when he knew he was approaching a limit of mine. We chatted as we ate, and I became quite comfortable. Honestly, it was hard not to feel comfortable around Eric. He was so completely self-assured that he just swept everyone around him into the same relaxed space.

Lunch passed far too quickly. I told him as much as I wanted him to know about Gerald. He was understanding and sympathetic, but at the same time pleased that I had accepted his lunch offer. In turn, I learned that he worked as a model and lived with his brother, Todd, in an apartment not far from Randall's. By the time we finished our meal, I had agreed to see him again, that evening. He'd send a cab, he said, and we'd go anywhere I wanted.

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The cab had arrived. I took a final look at myself in the mirror. Aside from a few faint lines at the corners of my eyes, I didn't look my age. Gerald and I had decided against having children before we married, and I had always taken good care of myself. My long auburn hair cascaded over my shoulders in waves that were, for the most part, natural. The simple dress I had chosen flattered my figure without revealing too many of my feminine charms. Smoothing my hands over my soft hips, I felt pretty and sexy. I didn't know how it would be to date again, and I was surprised to be so at ease. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but wonder what sort of lover Eric might be, or how his body would feel on top of mine. I had already decided that if he were to make such advances I would accept them. Gerald would never have expected me to put away my sexuality so early in life.

Eric watched as the cab pulled into the parking lot and walked out to meet it. He opened the car door for me and took my hand, helping me to my feet.

"My God, you're beautiful. Thank you." He kissed my hand again, then paid the cab fare. A dozen salmon-pink roses and a bottle of wine were awaiting my arrival at our table. Eric was so wonderfully skilled at the art of dining that any traces of trepidation I might have had melted away like snow in springtime. Tentatively, I brushed my leg against his under the table. He brushed mine back in response but coolly betrayed no other acknowledgement of being touched. Our legs played a subtle game of cat and mouse under the table as we ate an exquisite meal. My arousal steadily increased.

"Maggie, you are such a beautiful woman. I don't understand how you've been alone so long."

"Gerald was a huge part of my life. It was hard to learn how to be in charge of myself again. That and opportunity, I guess. The friends we had were all married. No one really knew what to say to the poor young widow, so they didn't say much of anything. But I could ask you the same question. Why is such a handsome young man still single?"

For the first time, Eric suddenly looked uncomfortable. Placing his napkin on the table, he poured more wine in both of our glasses then drew a long drink from his.

"I, ah, I've been alone for a while also. Not quite as long as you."

"You don't have to talk about something you'd rather not, Eric."

"Not talking about it is why I'm alone. In fact, I thought about not going through with seeing you tonight."

"Ok. I'm intrigued."

Eric sighed as he reached across the table for my hand. His fingers were strong and warm and I wanted them to touch me everywhere.

"My work -- the modelling. It's really just a side job." He stared at our intertwined fingers as he spoke quietly. "My brother and I run an escort service. I provide companionship. Professionally." He looked up at my face, expectantly, warily.

"So you have some weird fetish for lonely widows then?"

He smiled, laughing softly. "No. Getting a date with one of those takes more work than that." His hands squeezed mine gently. "I didn't intend to mislead her, Maggie. It's just that by the time I figured out things were getting serious it was too late. I lied too many times to ever be able to make it right."

"Did you tell her, or did you just disappear?"

"I told her. And I promised myself that I'd never put myself in that position again. I'm not ashamed of what I do, and I won't live a double life."

I nodded. "I know something about double lives."

"Mmm. Now I'm intrigued. But you may prefer that I tell you a little more before you go sharing secrets with me."

"All right. I haven't fainted yet."

"All of my clients are men."

"You do throw a hell of a curve ball, Eric, " I paused, pressing my leg against his, "but I'm the best catcher in the league." I would have fucked him right there on the table. I had had plenty of sexual experiences with women myself, and found nothing unappealing about men loving men. Rather, the rawness of it excited me. I was growing more and inflamed. Eric signaled the waiter.

"The dessert they serve here isn't the kind we want."

"Cab?"

"No. I drove."

Leaving cash for the waiter, Eric whisked me out of the dining room. He was boldly erect as we strode through the parking lot to his car. He'd taken off his jacket as we walked and tossed it into the back seat. His car smelled of leather and men's cologne. He didn't even close the car door before touching me. His mouth fell upon mine, open and eager, our tongues exploring urgently. My skin was on fire beneath his strong hands, my sex damp and hungry. My legs parted as he kissed down my neck and over my collarbone. Every part of my body screamed for his touch. He loosened his tie.

"We can't go to my place. Todd's home. We can get a room somewhere."

"My place?"

"Only if you're ok with that."

"Let's just get there."

The car slipped quietly past street lights and side streets. Eric unfastened his belt, at last allowing me access to his tantalizing erection. Freed from the restriction of his trousers, Eric moaned, shifting in his seat. We were on the expressway; there was time to know the taste and scent of him. I enveloped his stony hard cock in my mouth. He stroked my soft thick hair and I consumed him as a ravenous she-wolf would devour the fox. His cock touched the back of my throat. Opening it, I bore down deeper still. The thick smell of man filled my nostrils, feeding my desire, driving my lust. Eric's hips lurched upward and his cock was fully inside my mouth. His hand tightened in my hair, urging me upward.

"When I get you home, I'm gonna undress you real slow. Real slow." He released my hair, firmly stroking my neck and down into my dress. My nipples stiffened with arousal, yearning for the feel of his skin. His fingers toyed with the edges of my bra, driving me mad with wanting.

"You're teasing me," I whispered.

"Not for much longer." We were driving on side streets again. Eric shed his tie and tie clip, then cuff links, dropping them into the car's unused ash tray. "We're getting close, aren't we?"

For just a moment I was disoriented, but quickly recognized my own neighborhood and directed him to my house. Pulling into the drive, he carefully buttoned and zipped his pants, his belt neglected in haste. He snagged a small duffel bag from the trunk as he came around to open my door. Hurrying, we approached the house. My fingers flew over the security pad, thoughtlessly keying the entry code as my body screamed to move faster, faster.

The door closed behind us. I reached for his shirt, already partially unbuttoned, and drew him toward me. He covered my hands with his.

"I'll be happy to slam-fuck you some other time, but not tonight. Tonight I want to touch and kiss and taste every inch of you." He brought my hands to his face and kissed at the tender inside of my wrists. "In the bedroom. Not on the sofa."

I led him upstairs to my bedroom, my sanctuary, my pleasure temple. Erotic images graced the walls, enhancing rich brocades and sensual textures. Deep dark reds predominated -- sex and blood, ecstasy and death springing from the same well. A dim accent lamp burned in the corner. I lit the cluster of candles perched on the armoire before blotting out its light. Hawk-like, he watched my every movement intently. I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck and the tug of my zipper as it slowly opened, exposing my bare back. His mouth grazed across my shoulders, nudging my dress until it fell to the floor. His hands brought strong caresses as they explored my belly and hips and breasts. They deftly parted me from my bra. I leaned back against his body. His cock was stiff and potent, radiating heat that burned into my flesh. Fingers caught the edge of my panties, inching them downward over the tops of my stockings. I wanted to beg for his cock but his silence was inviolate, holding sacred our carnality. I stepped away from my clothes as he led me wordlessly to my bed.

Eric stood over me, eyes transfixed on mine, as he undressed. "The moment I saw you I knew." Flickering candlelight revealed his muscular frame. He knelt and took the shoes from my feet, kissing the tops of them softly. He peeled one stocking away and then the other, pausing to kiss at my knees. Sliding over my nude body, he paused again to place a kiss at the level of my womb, and again at my breasts, and finally at my mouth. I wrapped a leg around him, bringing his cock maddeningly close to my cunt. He nestled in closer, finally breaking his lingering pace. His hand dipped between my legs to find my flesh wet and ready and wanting. My clit was swollen with unsatiated desire and I gasped when he brought it to bear under his fingers. Slick with my own juices, he traced around and around it. The tide within me started to swell as the rest of the world fell into nonexistence.

"Oh God, " I panted.

Delicious dirty words spilled out of his lips and into my ears, urging me on. He entered me with his fingers, stirring and coaxing my rapture. I teetered at the brink of orgasm; tenderly he nudged me and I fell over the edge. Control abandoned me, leaving my body and my voice to function of their own accord. Wave after wave rolled through me, drawn out by this powerful, enigmatic man. At the very height of my pleasure, Eric penetrated me, filling me with his ample, feverish cock. My cunt spasmed wildly around it as he pressed against my clit with his body, rocking slowly. Gradually, my climax subsided. He was smiling.

"I could watch you cum forever."

Eric scooped me up into his arms and helped me sit, impaled on his rigid shaft. He fondled my breasts, rolling one nipple between his fingers while licking and sucking the other. He was too gentle. Sharply I pressed my fingers down on top of his, pinching my nipple until the sensation was heavy and biting.

"I'm not made out of porcelain. You won't break me."

"Mmm. You like it a little rough, huh?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"What else does Maggie like?"

"Everything, Everything nasty, everything dirty, everything forbidden."

"Oh that's good because Eric has become a very jaded man over the years."

Abruptly I felt Eric fingering around my asshole. There was no resistance to his probing. Annointed with my own abundant juices his finger readily slipped into my ass. It was joined by a second moments later. I was cumming again. Hard. He fucked both of my burning openings, alternately thrusting his cock into my pussy and fingers into my ass. Overcome by bliss, I clung to his shoulders as a drowning woman would cling to a life raft. Lowering me to my back once again, he fucked me with wild abandon. Endless orgasm rolled on and on deep inside me as he assailed me with his raging hot cock.

"Have ... to ... cum," he growled just before he was washed over by his own ecstasy. His cock throbbed furiously as his cum flooded the depths of my sex. Eyes closed, nostrils flared, his upper lip curled exposing tightly clenched teeth. Tiny beads of sweat gathered along his hairline. The tempest of his orgasm passed. I traced my fingertips lightly down his spine; a broad grin broke across his face. His eyes sparkled mischievously.

"Tickling's no fair."

"Who said anything about fair?"

His cock was still buried inside me, its stiffness not yet waning, as he faintly ran his fingers up my ribs. My hips swayed with my laughter, further stimulating him. We tickled, and giggled, and laughed like long-time lovers. He remained erect. Our giddiness faded away and the room was silent but for our breath. I brought my face to his, urgently needing his mouth on mine. Instead, he placed a finger over my lips.

"Shhh. Something else first."

Eric eased his cock from my body. He dragged his open mouth down my belly and settled between my legs. He parted my vulva as one would reverently open a holy book. My sex was drenched and heavily fragrant, a feast of comingled nectar. His tongue flicked over my labia before diving deep into my cunt, probing and lapping greedily.

"Now I'll kiss you." He sealed his mouth over mine, allowing saliva and cum to flow over my tongue. My own tang was mellowed by his strong muskiness. His cock found my entrance and slipped inside me. I sucked his tongue as though it were a second cock while he fucked me slowly, distracted by feverish kisses.

"I want to fuck your ass, Maggie."

"One condition."

"Anything."

"You have to cum in my mouth."

"Gods, yes." He departed my cunt once again and turned me over, bringing me up on all fours. I felt his hand blanket my exposed slit, smearing juices upward over my ready asshole. His stiff tongue probed at my ass, leaving behind spit but finding no resistance. Eric lodged the engorged head of his penis right on top of my anal opening and pressed forward evenly, hands firmly grasping my hips. Mad with lust I thrust myself back against him, forcing the entire length of his shaft up my ass.

"Holy fuck," he groaned, then took up the work of feeding both of our depraved appetites. We sounded like animals tearing at meat and fighting for more.His fingers dug deep into the flesh of my hips as he fucked me with all force he could muster. Spasms rocked my cunt and my ass in almost explosive orgasm. He roughly grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back.

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