My wife and I had an adventurous sex life when she was still alive. We appeared as any normal married couple in our mid thirties. Louise my wife, was an attractive woman with cute facial features and long blond hair that went down passed her shoulders and she had blue eyes. She was a natural blonde with her pubic hair the same shade of blond as the hair on her head.
She was about five-foot-six and about 125 pounds with a nice upside down heart shaped butt and a good slender shape with C cup breasts and wore a 36C bra. She did have nice breasts with a slight natural hang to them but still proudly stood out. She was 36C-25-36. She had a Scandinavian look as her family heritage was from Scandinavian countries.
Louise and I both exercised regularly and stayed in fairly good shape. I am five-feet-ten-inches and usually bounce around 175 pounds. We would do mostly cardio exercises for health and also. We would do push ups, pull ups and dips between two chairs. We did not have the proverbial six or eight-pack abs but did have flat stomach areas.
We would also do walk/runs that were on decent weather days, which the walk/runs would start out with a brisk walk turning into a jog and increasing to a run then slow back down to a jog and then to a walk again. We did this at a local park and it would be for what we figured was about two miles. We did buy treadmills and stationary bikes for bad weather days.
Although we had normal sex and oral sex with each other, anal sex was as much a part of our sex life. We were both receptive to anal intercourse and I would fuck her in the ass and at other times she would strap on a dildo harness with a seven-inch dildo and fuck me in the ass. We mostly had normal sex in the missionary position with me fucking Louise.
Sometimes we did our walk/run with butt plugs inserted in both of us and also with Louise having a dildo up her vagina. There were times that she had to stop for a minute during our walk/run because she was having an intense orgasm. She would bend at the waist like someone that had to stop to catch their breath and her breathing was heavy. She could not make the same noises out in public like she did at home when having an orgasm. To people watching she was just like someone who got winded from running, even though she was having an orgasm.
She would always be nude when she stepped into her dildo harness and we were both naked during sex most of the time. There were times that, just for fun, we would tie down the one that was going to be fucked anally. Face down, spreadeagled on the bed with a pillow under the hips of the one being tied down to push their butt upward. Their wrists and ankles would be secured to the corners of our queen size bed. We just left the restraints tied underneath to the legs of the metal bed frame and pull them out when in use and push them under when we were not using them. Louise and I were both very sexual and loved our sex life.
Her life ended on a day she was crossing a street legally on a green light and had the walk signal when a speeding, intoxicated, and texting irresponsible driver ran over her in the crosswalk. He ran right over the top of her! He slowed a bit when he realized what he had done but quickly sped off. Now this SOB was a hit and run driver also. I was a half block away on the sidewalk as I saw my wife lose her life right in front of my eyes. I felt so helpless as I could do nothing for my wife as I ran to her. My wife and I had been very much in love with each other and felt we were perfect together.
Someone immediately called the police and that person did get the color, make, model and license plate number of the car. It was just a matter of minutes before the police brought him back to the scene and I tried to get to him to rip him apart but two officers held me back and told me to let them handle it. The officers were sympathetic to me and understood what my emotion was at the time.
Well the SOB is still in prison as far as I know and to add to his list of crimes that day; which was manslaughter, DUI, speeding, texting while driving and hit and run, he was also driving on a revoked license. This was a life changer for me. I also wanted to do his attorney harm that seemed like he was trying to get the SOB off with as little punishment for his heinous crimes as he could. The only consolation that I had was that I hoped Louise passed instantly and did not suffer.
My wife’s older sister, Jean was also devastated with my wife’s death and after about a week she would come over and we would mourn Louise together. Jean was a little over a year older than Louise but they were close enough in age. They were raised together and the only two offspring from their parents. As they got out of high school and on into life they only grew closer as sisters with each depending on the other.
Jean had been a waitress and food server in restaurants most of her life but became disabled because of problems with her feet and could no longer work shifts that involved a lot of walking and being on her feet for long periods of time. Other than that, she could do normal things like just walking around and shopping but just could not be on her feet for hours which was required for a waitress, and just about any jobs that required her being on her feet for long stretches.
She did get a check for disability but it was not enough to live on and she had to go to food banks and get food stamps to feed her and her nineteen-year-old daughter Daphne. The disability check just barley covered the utilities and did not leave much for gasoline for her car or clothing. Jean had a land line for a telephone that she could just make local calls but with limited long distance service. She could receive long-distance calls but could not send them out.
Daphne had a cell phone that would just make and take phone calls and was the type that the user/owner had to buy the minutes so she was very conservative with her minutes. The only thing Jean bought brand new was the underthings (bras and panties) and socks for her and her daughter and shoes from discount shoe stores. The rest of their clothing that was second hand came out of thrift stores.
Their dwelling was a small unfurnished one-bedroom apartment that had twin beds in the bedroom. The only appliances they had for entertainment was an older TV set that was in the living room that got reception from a rabbit ear antenna and got about seven local channels and they had an AM/FM radio that also played CDs and audio tapes.
Jean was married once but her husband turned out to be a severe alcoholic and could not hold a job and he passed on because of liver damage. Therefore Jean got no financial support for her daughter after she had turned eighteen. Before that, Jean did get assistance from the county welfare office. Louise and Jean were about the same size except Jean had more of a light brown hair and hazel eyes but they were built about the same. Daphne had picked up a part time two day a week on also on call job at a burger and taco joint, and the money was to pay for her phone and gas for her car and also her school supplies and costs.
Louise and I helped Jean out as much as we could. Jean was getting enough food from the food banks and also from food stamps. Her and Daphne each had their own car. Daphne was attending the community college and needed her own car, which was an older Volkswagen bug. Jean had an older small Toyota sedan.
I was an experienced light duty mechanic that had worked the garage at a full service gas station. Not anything major like engine or transmission work, although I was capable of doing some of that but replacing starters, alternators, batteries, fan belts, changing tires, oil changes, tune ups and general maintenance. I did have auto shop classes in high school plus a few years later I took a night class at the community college for basic auto repair but it was an advanced class from high school classes. I kept Jean’s and Daphne’s cars in good operating order and they had good economical cars with four-cylinder engines. I had all the tools I needed for mechanic work plus other tools in an attached garage of mine and Louise’s house we lived in.
We also took Jean and Daphne around in my pickup to thrift stores, yard and garage sales to help them with some furniture. We helped them get what furniture they had, which was a small dinning table with two chairs, sofa and chair for the living room along with two end tables, for their bedroom the twin beds and a chest of drawers for each. The apartment was unfurnished but did have a refrigerator and cook stove but for one Christmas we bought them a small microwave, coffee maker, toaster and blender.
After Louise had passed on, Jean and I started getting fairly close and she became a frequent visitor to my house occasionally spending the night. The house that Louise and I shared is a small modest house that suited mine and her needs. It had a twelve-by-sixteen-foot living room with a separate kitchen with dining area and the bathroom had two enter/exit doors, one for the living room and another for the bedroom, and also the attached garage that had an entry/exit door going into the living room. Our house sat on a lot that was just a little over acre.
Louise and I both liked to get stoned on weed and our house sat far away from neighbors that nobody knew our business or what we did but smoking weed is now legal in our state and it can be legally purchased from dispensaries. What I was worried about with Jean was the condition she would be in sometimes and it was not a good idea for her to try to drive home after sharing a bottle or two of wine and also smoking some weed. So she would sleep on the couch but that couch was not a comfortable place to try to sleep.
Jean and I would grieve for Louise together and we would many times cry together. We did start holding each other for comfort and a few times we each fell asleep while sitting up and holding each other. I did start offering Jean the bed and I would take the couch and that was how I learned the couch was not a comfortable place to sleep. We had joked about how the couch was great for sitting on but was terrible to sleep on. We came to the conclusion that the queen size bed in the bedroom was big enough for both of us to sleep on and we would sleep with our clothes on.
Originally our relationship did not involve sex. Well, we tried that and it did not work but for a few times at the beginning. At one point Jean and I rolled together and automatically put our arms around each other. The closeness made us a bit more affectionate with each other and soon we started kissing and the kissing became passionate French kissing. It had been a long time that I have had sex and much longer for Jean and years for her even before her husband died. Her husband, with his alcoholism, could no longer perform sexually.
She did not resist as I reached down and undid her jeans and worked my right hand down inside them. We were both very relaxed from the wine and plus we were both pretty stoned from the pot. At first, I kept my hand outside of her panty and rubbed it over her covered vulva. She let out a low moan as her arms were around my neck and my left arm was around her holding her closely. Her moans turned to whimpers as she got more passionate and I pulled my hand up that was inside her pants and put my fingers under the waistband of her panty. Now my fingers were sliding down the inside of her panty and I could feel her bare flesh and on down to her pubic hair. My hand cupped over her vulva.
She did have a nest of pubic hair down there covering her snatch but she was much like my wife Louise and kept herself trimmed. I massaged her clitoris with my fingers, which got her squirming and making muffled noises as our mouths were locked together. I collected some of the wetness from her moist vagina on my finger tips to use as lubricant on her clit.
She was ready to explode from all the years she did without sex in her life and my middle finger from the hand that was bringing her intense pleasure easily slid up her very moist vagina. I know where a woman’s G spot is located and it on only took seconds after using the tip of my finger on her G spot before she exploded in a very intense orgasm just firmly finger fucking her.
She had to pull away while she was orgasming and was making loud whimpers, moans and was almost crying. She felt to me like Louise and so it was like being with Louise. I said to her that I thought that we had too many clothes and she agreed and we both jumped up on our side of the bed and started peeling off our clothes until we were both stark naked.
Louise and I had six candles around the room and also had four lava lamps for conducive lighting for sex but they had not been used since Louise had passed and that was almost a year ago. The only light in the room now was a small wall outlet night light but in the dim lighting Jean looked just like Louise when she was naked. They were the same height and about the same weight with boobs about the same size and areolas about the same size. Jean and myself were both were wanting to fuck and we did.
My seven-inch erection was standing straight up as I lay on the bed. The thickness and girth of my manhood is in proportion to its length. Jean went straight at my my erect member with her mouth, kissed and licked up and down it a few times before taking it in her mouth and sucking on it. She was very greedy with the way she sucked wanting to consume all of my throbbing penis. She sucked all of it in her mouth and Jean had been very sexually active before she got married and pregnant with Daphne and therefore was experienced sexually.
Not having any sexual relief for a long I did not want to cum to quickly in Jean’s mouth so I pushed her up off from my erect throbbing manhood and onto her back. I scooted down between her spread legs and pushed my face and open mouth down to her vulva. It was like a bolt of electricity hit her as soon as my moist lips and tongue made contact with her clit. Her hard orgasm was instantaneous as this was her first sexual contact for a long time and I did not have to work very hard on bringing her to orgasm. She had such an intense orgasm that she placed her hands on my forehead and pushed my face away and told me that if I continued on her clit like that she might pass out because it was so intense.
She reached down with her hands and put them under my armpits as if she was gesturing me to get on top of her and I did, slowly working my way up with my lips and tongue up her tummy between her breasts. I stopped to kiss and lick each of the breasts and suck on each nipple and then up her throat, and then our mouths met.
At the same time, I entered her vagina with my erect manhood and I did not have to reach down with my hand and place the head of my penis at her opening. It just found its way right up her vagina and slid into her like a hot knife through soft butter. She was so snug as her vagina held my penis inside it. It was an incredible sensation for me as it had been a long time since my penis had been encased inside the snugness of a warm moist cunt.
I started off just slowly screwing Jean in a grinding motion and she was grinding back with me and matching my motion. It was just shortly after that my grinding became thrusting and I was increasing my tempo until I was slamming into her. She was enjoying this as much as I was and her moaning, whimpering, squealing and at times sounded like she was crying but her crying was out of intense pleasure and not pain.
After I shot my load inside her I rolled off and she cuddled up beside me and laid her head on my chest. She told me that I made her cum twice during intercourse. I did not last as long as I wanted to that first time and I filled her with my semen but we did have sex twice more that night and I was longer lasting each of those times.
Jean and I became lovers after that and we would talk on the phone just about every day. She started coming over more often and we would have sex. There was one rainy night that I was expecting Jean and it was kind of a regular night for us and we referred to our regular nights as ‘fuck nights’. Jean pulled up in the driveway and she came to the door wearing a long yellow raincoat.
She smiled at me as she kicked off her shoes and then unfastened the raincoat and let it drop to the floor as she pulled her arms out of it. She was totally naked under the raincoat and also she had shaved her pubic hair and told me that I was getting an extra treat that night. That was an instant erection for me and I took her hand and led her straight into the bedroom and the bed.
She did want me to perform oral sex on her bald womanhood that night and I did before intercourse and made her have a strong orgasm. We had agreed to be faithful to each other. Fucking Jean was just like fucking Louise, they were that close and similar to each other. I found out that Jean was not practicing birth control and I suggested using a condom but she said that she would take the risk and wanted me to cum inside her.
She added that if she got pregnant that she would love to have my baby and it would be ‘our baby’. If I did get her knocked up then marriage plans would be being made. Even with a baby not involved we were still considering marriage anyway because we got along so well. Performing sixty-nine during our foreplay became a regular practice and I also introduced her to anal intercourse and was doing it to her sometimes. She loved it especially if I got her stoned on pot.
Daphne knew that her mom and I were fucking cuz Jean explained to her that we were now a couple and we were giving each other what we so badly needed. Daphne was still a virgin and did not realize the importance of sex. But Jean and I learned later on that Daphne was masturbating and also having lesbian sex with a couple of her close girlfriends that were about the same age as her.
Jean and my wife Louise were both very much party girls in their past lives. I was also very active myself in my younger years working as a bartender in nightclubs, casinos and upscale cocktail lounges. Louise was a cocktail waitress and that was how we met. I was a bartender and Louise was a cocktail server that worked with me.
I still had all of Louise’s stuff left. I had left it just as it was so I told Jean to come and look through Louise’s clothing and other feminine items. What she did not want we would donate to thrift stores or just toss. Louise did have a lot of good and fairly new clothing that would fit Jean and also Daphne. There were also women’s products. I did not think to go through any of Louise’s drawers or cabinets before Jean came over. Jean had come across the strap on dildos and a few other sex toys and lubes that were in the nightstand drawer that Louise used on her side of the bed.
A wide-eyed Jean was startled and surprised by her find when she held up the strap-on by the harness that Louise had used the most. She turned red in the face from embarrassment, and I was also very embarrassed. There were only two explanations; either Louise was having a lesbian affair with a woman or Louise was using it on me. So now it was time to confess a secret part of mine and Louise’s sex life. My brain was scrambling trying to figure out how to explain this. I said, “Louise and I had a secret part of our sex life that others did not know about.” Jean kept looking at me, stunned, but she had figured it out. We had a discussion as I explained about Louise and I both submitting to anal sex with one another.
Jean was loaded with questions. I had already done anal on Jean and she did enjoy it after we smoked some weed but Jean had already had anal done to her a few times before with a couple of different men, one being her husband before his condition got too bad to perform sexually. She had never stepped into a dildo harness and had only been on the receiving end and taken a penis up her butt.
After about an hour of discussion, a red-faced Jean said she would like to try it. She had never thought about doing anything like that before so it would be a brand new experience for her. She came right out and asked me, “Will you let me put this on and fuck you?” I was excited at this thought but I did not want to damage our flourishing relationship. I asked her when she wanted to try it because it was in the middle of the day but she answered, “Now! Right now while I am in the mood and excited about this. Do we both get naked or what?”
Louise and I each had our own douche/enema bags and I told Jean that I needed to get cleaned out first or else it could get messy. I went into the bathroom and dug out my own bag and equipment from retirement and started the process of getting myself cleaned out.
I walked out of the bathroom nude and Jean was already nude lying on the bed and was wearing the harness with the seven-inch dildo jutting straight upward. She already figured out how to buckle and adjust the harness straps so it was securely attached to her hips without any looseness. The dildo did have a base designed to bring the woman wearing the dildo pleasure while thrusting and had a little soft latex attachment that went over clitoris to bring the wearer pleasure during the act of strapon fucking. We both agreed to smoke a little pot before we did this and got stoned. We normally did not smoke during the day and would usually only do that at night after the day was done and before sex.
This day was different and our excitement was mounting. I laid on my stomach face down in the position that Louise and I did it in. Jean got on top of me and just seemed to know what to do just from her own experiences with men as we lubed up and she got the dildo deep up inside me. Her thrusting increased and got stronger and faster as the friction on her clit became more intense. She had a strong orgasm as she fucked me and yelled out, “Oh my gawd I am cumming,” and collapsed on top of me pressing her bare breasts against my bare back, which was a very pleasant sensation.
I loved the feeling of her on top of me with her nude body and the soft feminine texture of her bare flesh. She lay on top of me for only a few seconds before started thrusting again. She whispered in my ear, “You seem to be enjoying this too much for me to stop now. I’m gonna fuck you good.” It lasted about a half an hour. This became a regular sex act for us and we picked Thursday nights for this. This did strengthen our relationship even more because we were fucking each other in the ass.
Part 2 coming soon.