The Widow

I was asked to help out one day by a friend; it was at a widows house. We got around there to help clean the place up as her husband suicide at work and things were getting out of hand, it needed mowing and cleaning and a few patches around the house. We staid around for drinks to cheer her up, it had been a hard few month for her and she was showing how tired and desperately sad she had been in her face.

We all went home knowing that she was happier and her four kids knew everyone was trying to help out. A few weeks on I met her again at the shops; we talked and had a coffee, she was much happier and the kids were better and being kids again. I visited her a few more time with my kids and everything was sort of normal again except for the money that was being held back by the insurance company and her husband’s relatives.

One night, I just dropped past to give her some groceries that were going to help her for the next week. We sat down and had a talk and a coffee and put the kids to bed and talked some more. I think I got up to take the cups to the sink and when I bent over, she kissed me. I didn’t stop her, as she slowly got up together still kissing then hugging and well on and on for a while.

Thinking about it now, she hadn’t had a man for about six months and now she needed it. We got to her bed and cuddled and kissed under the quilt, “I need you” she said softly and rolled on to her back, I got on top of her and slowly penetrated her. She gave a quiet “umh” with every slow stroke I gave her. Nothing fancy, nothing hard or kinky, just slow and gently love making.

She climaxed a few times, with a bit of a harder pumping until what must have been nearly an hour I let go. She pushed her head back into the soft pillow and letting out another “uugh” while I quivered in her. I lay with her and gently fucked her a few more times and went home.

I’m sorry to say I fell in love with her and should have left it there , A few days later I court up with her at school picking up the kids, “How are you” I asked “, “fine “ she replied “ what’s wrong?” she asked, “ I’m in love with you” she turned quickly and walked away from me with her kids. It wasn’t long before her money problems were fixed and she moved away from Melbourne to a small town on the Ayer Peninsula SA, a thousand kilometres away.

The dumbest thing I did was tell her how I felt; because I’m sure I could have had her a few more times. But the top dumb thing I did was to fall in love with her and probably still am.