“Mike died,” his wife, Shelly Carter, informed me over the phone.

“Oh no! Shelly! I’m so sorry, hon.” It wasn’t a surprise, his cancer had become very aggressive in the last year. Still, it was difficult news for my friend. Shelly and I were work friends going back almost thirty years. She was "Auntie Shell" to my kids. She knew things about me no one else in the world ever did. Ten years my senior, I still had the hots for her when I met her when I was twenty-five… 

Seems like yesterday, but it was long ago…

I was the whiz kid who knew everything about computers back when they were new and I was brought in to help her company get up to speed with some of the first generation laptops. That healthcare company had some legendary sales meetings. This was the early nineties when "Political Correctness" was just getting started but hadn’t really caught on at our company. I went to all the sales meetings to help the reps learn computers, and Shelly was by my side every step of the way. We got very close due to all the time spent on long airplane flights and being together for weeks on end as we traversed the country doing training. In those days, remote computing hadn’t been invented. We used dedicated phone lines to communicate, and those were way too slow to have any kind of video conferencing, so there were no Zoom meetings; you had to train people in person, and you had to update software in person, too.

Shelly was kind of like everybody’s mom, except she was also absolutely gorgeous. Her husband, Mike, treated her and the kids alright over the years, but he was a rather self-absorbed alpha-male type guy. Shelly was always attracted to that, but she missed out on someone who would listen to her and pay attention to her. That was me. I listened, I felt, I helped, and I fell in love with her. Yes, I was married at the time and Shelly had two kids and was ten years older than me, but none of that mattered. I was fully in love with her. 

After I knew her for about two years, I made my big move at one of the sales meetings. We were drinking at the evening event when one of the reps said he needed his computer fixed. Shelly and I went to the suite where they kept them and dug it out to prepare it for him for the next day. We finished setting it up and we’re about to go back to the party when I reached out and held her hand, spinning her back towards me.  

“Joseph… what…” She looked like a deer in headlights, terrified and excited at the same time. “I… can’t… you know I can’t.”

“Shelly, just one kiss. That’s all. Just one.”

She looked very torn. “Oh… alright. Just a peck, though.”

I smiled at her and slid my arm around her waist, pulling her close to me. I moved in close and stopped just an inch from her face.

“What?” she whispered. 

“I’m just breathing you in, you smell so good.”

“Joe, are you… going to kiss me or what?”

“Oh, so now you want me to kiss you, huh?” I teased.

She started to pull away from me but I closed the distance, our lips connecting. A second passed, and then another, and we were kissing more than just a peck. Our lips moved together, and our little kiss became an open-mouthed wet kiss. My hands moved across her lower back, and she moaned softly as my tongue caressed her lower lip. Then her tongue found mine, and I moaned.

My mind went into overdrive when she gently bit my lower lip, my hands wandering lower over her bottom, cupping and squeezing her ass cheeks. She pressed her body against mine and she ground her pelvis against my bulge. 

The party theme for this night was “The Wild West”, so we were both dressed in denim jeans and cowboy boots, while I wore a cowboy shirt and she sported a cute little red blouse. I slipped my hand up inside her top, finding her small breasts trapped in her bra. She moaned desperately when I slipped my hand under the elastic and touched her bare breast, her nipple hardening under my fingers. 

She expertly undid my belt and slid her hand inside my jeans, her warm and soft on my cock. I pulled back to undo my pants so she could get a better grip, and she did, but then quickly her mouth took me in. I moaned as her lips closed around the head of my cock, my mind spinning as this was the culmination of so many of my fantasies. 

You’re so beautiful, Shelly, and I can’t believe we are about to fuck! I’m going to eat you and make you come so many times… fuck I can’t wait to taste you and—

She stopped. With my cock almost in her throat, she stopped. 

“Are … are you okay? Shelly?”

She quickly withdrew, strings of drool hanging from her lipstick-smudged lips. 

“I can’t. I’m so sorry but I just can’t.”

I was stunned. “But, I was going to… I was going to make you come… and…”

Her eyes pleaded with me, and I knew it was a lost cause. “You gotta, um, fix your face a little.” She found her purse and began touching herself up as I buckled up my pants again.

I saw her pull out her lipstick from her purse but I stopped her. “Wait. I need… I need one more kiss.”

“No, Joseph. This is wrong, and I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to lead you on… I’m so sorry—“

I closed the distance and kissed her again… gently, softly, lovingly, and she kissed me back… for about half a minute. I felt her stiffen, and I stopped, and I pulled away slowly. I reached down to pick up her lipstick case she had dropped on the ground.

“I’m sorry, Shelly. I… shouldn’t have pushed you… but… I love you.”

“I know,” she said, a small tear leaking from the outside of one eye. “Under other circumstances, I would love you, too. You’re… perfect for me.”

I sighed heavily. “Perfect? But…”

“But it can’t happen. Ever. I’m so, so sorry.”

- - - - - 

In the movies, they always have it rain at the funeral. But in Southern California, that rarely happens. And so the sun shone gloriously on the lovely spring Saturday afternoon that we gathered to pay our respects to Mike.

“Will you sit with me, Joseph?” Shelly asked, looking very regal in her stylish black dress and swoopy hat. For being almost sixty, she looked incredible today. “Or, I’m sorry, will Annie mind?” 

I looked around to see if my semi-wife, Annie, had even arrived yet. “Of course I will sit with you, sweetheart. Annie can sit in the back. We don’t seem to be talking this week.” Our separation was mostly amicable, but we had our moments and this particular moment had stretched on for five days. 

It was a big honor for me to sit with her family. She had her son Dakota on one side of her and her daughter Ashley on the other. I sat next to Ashley while Mike’s brother sat next to me, then his wife and various other distant relatives. 

Mike and Shelly were very popular, it was one of the largest funerals the mortuary had ever seen. As Mike’s ex-boss began telling humorous tales about Mike, Ashley reached over for my hand. Surprised, I nonetheless held it gently and placed my other hand on top of hers. Turning to her, I smiled even though I was choked up with emotion; yes I tried to fuck his wife so many years ago, but he was basically a good guy and his kids adored him. Over the years, our families had gone on many vacations together, shared many holiday dinners, and celebrated tons of birthdays together. 

And it was all on the up and up; nothing untoward ever happened, no stolen kisses or even longing looks. I managed to stop being in love with Shelly and tried to focus all my energies on Annie. The fact that my marriage didn’t work out wasn’t Shelly’s fault at all. 

So I was rather surprised when Ashley not only held my left hand, but she also squeezed it. Her fingers moved delicately in between mine, never stopping, and her thumb rubbed the back of my hand too. After a minute or so of this, I turned to look at her again. Ashley’s face, her beautiful face, looked radiant even as her red eyes wept occasional tears. But the way she looked at me, with such deep sadness but also with… I couldn’t make out her expression, exactly. I’m one of those people that aren’t super social so I don’t read other people well, but if I had to use a single word it would have been longing. Yes, she looked at me longingly.

When the service ended after about an hour, everyone stood up and Ashley just hugged me for a solid two minutes. The mortuary had thoughtfully planned ahead and placed a lot of tissue boxes around and I managed to grab a large handful. These helped keep my suit fairly clean as she cried softly into my shoulder. Then she broke with me to hug her mother and older brother. I stepped back to give them their space and besides, a line had begun to form of well-wishers wanting to express their condolences.

“Well now you can make your play for Shelly,” Annie commented, quietly enough so nobody could hear. “Just like you always wanted. But using her daughter to get to her? That’s pretty low, Joe, even for you.”

I sighed, stepping further away from the bereaved and pulling her with me. “If you ever need a reminder as to why I’m divorcing you, it’s because you say stupid shit like that. I am just here supporting my friends, our friends.”

At that moment, Ashley turned around, seemingly looking for me. Her face lit up for a brief second when she saw me, then she looked crestfallen as she saw who I was talking to. A friend touched her arm and she returned her attention to the attendees. Of course, Annie saw all of that.

“Well aren’t you just the good friend, huh? Did you see that look she just gave me?” 

“Annie, stop it,” I hissed. “Nothing is going on with me and Shelly or Ashley, and you’re some kind of stupid for even suggesting that. Ashley is like part of our family.”

“Uh-huh, sure. I suppose you’re going to their house after this?”

“Well, yes. It seems like the right thing to do. I take it that you aren’t?”

She just gave me a disgusted look. “I’ll give them my condolences here. There’s only one way to properly console a widow, and I don’t have the proper equipment.”

- - - - -

At Shelly’s house, I sort of accidentally volunteered for kitchen duty, probably just so I didn’t have to talk to everyone. Ashley brought me a beer now and then but the guests kept her pretty busy. Shelly came in several times and thanked me, very nearly in tears every time. 

Eventually, the crowd dispersed and only Shelly’s sister and Ashley remained, along with Shelly, of course. 

“Joe,” she started as I put away the last glass. “I, I can’t even begin to tell you what you mean to me. And I don’t mean just today. I mean, for the last twenty years, you’ve always been there for me. Always!”

She began to sob and I pulled her close to me, her body melting into mine. Her sister Cindy walked in but made a quick exit when she saw our embrace. Eventually, she cried herself out. “Joe, I hate to impose, but could you take Ashley home? I’m wrecked, and Cindy is going to stay with me tonight.”

“Shelly, of course. It’s no trouble. Whenever you’re ready for us to go.”

“Okay, thanks. Ashley might … need someone to talk to. I wasn’t much help to her today and her brother was busy with the twins, you know.”

“Yeah, he sure had his hands full today. I’ll listen if she wants to talk.”

“Thanks, Joe. She, umm … she thinks a lot of you, you know. Next to Mike, she liked you better than any of her blood family.”

I kissed her on her forehead. “I’ll take care of her, I promise. And… I love you, Shell.”

Her eyes teared up again. “You’ve always been so good to me. Sometimes I wish we… that night in Phoenix… you know… well I had to make a choice. And I almost chose you. It took all my willpower not to stay with you that night. And… sometimes I wish I did.”

I didn’t say anything, this was pretty awkward; her reminiscing about our near tryst on the day of her husband’s funeral. I just hugged her again and told her everything was going to be alright. 

Eventually, after more tears, Shelly’s sister took her upstairs. I collected Ashley and we left the house for my car parked down the street a bit. I put my elbow out and she rested her hand in it, then laid her head against my shoulder as we slowly strolled to my car. I opened the door for her and helped her slide in. She broke the silence after I got the car started.

“Joe, can I ask you something? It’s kind of… personal. You don’t have to answer, but if you do, you have to be honest.”

“Sure,” I responded as we left the well-to-do neighborhood. “Ask me anything, it’s fine.”

“Well, I was just wondering… cuz you and mom always seemed so close… did you two ever, you know, like… hook up?”

I tried not to react or look too shocked, but I wasn’t successful. I jerked my head and looked at Ashley as she stared at me sweetly. I returned my attention to the road. “Well, that’s an interesting question, especially on a day like today. The answer is no. And I’m being totally honest. No, we never slept together.”

“Bullshit. She loves you, I can tell. And you act like you love her.”

I sighed. “Okay, but we didn’t… make love. Ever. I tried once, though.”

“Ah ha-a-a! I knew something happened somewhere along the line. Spill it.”

I was half-hoping a drunk driver might hit us and I wouldn’t have to talk about this to Shelly’s daughter, but we passed cleanly through another intersection. 

“Where do you live again?”

“You’re stalling. Turn right at the next light. Then another quick right.”

“Okay, well… after we’ve stopped, then. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about your mom.”

“Fair enough.”

After we parked at her apartment complex, she got out of the car and started walking to her place.

“Hey!” I called. “I thought we were going to talk?”

“We are. Inside. Quit dawdling, old man.”

I shook my head and followed her to her apartment. 

“Nice place, Ash.” Her apartment looked like it was professionally designed, it wasn’t just some IKEA put-together stuff. 

“Thanks. Mom helped a little, but it was mostly me. Come on, start talking, I want the whole story. Or, do you need a drink first? Pour yourself a glass of the red and I’ll be right back out, gonna change.”

I went to the kitchen and found an open but corked bottle of Justin Pinot Noir. This gal’s got good taste, I thought as I poured a large glass.

“You want some?” I hollered back to her.

“Just pour a big glass, okay?”

“Already did.” I took a large sip, then prepared myself for what I wanted to tell Ash.

She came out about a minute later wearing just a long sleeve light blue t-shirt and small, thin, and somewhat loose grey shorts. Her hair, previously tied “up” in a gorgeous do, now hung freely. It was apparent that she wasn’t wearing a bra, which made me wonder if she wasn’t wearing panties, too.

No! Stop it! Just tell your story and go!

She pointed to the couch, indicating I should sit in the corner. She sat down next to me, crossed her legs, and then faced me. 

“Go.”

And I told her everything, almost. I told her how I loved her mom from when I first met her, how we got along so well even though we were both married to others, and I even told her about the sales meeting, but I left the cock sucking part out, Ashley didn’t need to know that. I left the rest of it in, though; the kissing, the fondling, my declarations. I also told her how I raised my kids, how we all hung out over the years and nothing else ever happened. 

Ash listened patiently, occasionally asking for clarification here and there, sometimes drinking from my glass. But to her credit, she didn’t make any annoying gasps or throw out any judge-y comments, she just took it all in.

“So, in the end,” I looked at my empty glass, “your mom was a good girl and never cheated on your dad. I swear.”

“You know, I think I believe you. Stay here, I’m getting us more wine.”

“No, that’s not… I’ve already drunk…” She kept going, seemingly having inherited her mother’s stubbornness. 

“Tell me about your wife,” she called from the kitchen as she poured.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Keep pouring, then.”

She made some more noises in the kitchen while I wondered what the fuck I was doing there, spilling my guts and drinking her expensive wine. I had been having a few drinks here and there throughout the day and this amount of red wine wasn’t going to be good for me.

I looked up as she strolled back into the lounge area with a fuller glass of red wine and a small charcuterie platter of three different kinds of cheeses and some assorted meats.

“You’re… kidding me? How did you whip this up so fast?”

She sat down next to me again, but instead of facing me like before, she sat alongside me and rested her head on my shoulder. “Didn’t you see me swipe this from Mom’s house? Anyway, what’s up with you and Annie? You’re separated now, right?”

I took a big gulp of wine. “Yeah. She was cheating on me for a few years with a neighbor friend and I found out about it recently. She got mad and blamed me for causing her to cheat.”

Ashley handed me a nice stack of cheeses and salamis. “So, what was the problem? Money… or sex? I bet it was sex.”

I almost choked on my bite. “Christ, you don’t pull any punches do you?”

“So, it was sex, then. Tell me. Was she a nymphomaniac and you couldn’t keep up?”

“Oh, you think you’re funny, don’t you.”

“Yes I do, I’m very funny.” She piled up another stack of cheese slices and salami but, instead of handing it to me, she put it in my mouth. Her fingers went inside my mouth a little as I closed my lips. 

“Ash,” I said with my mouth full. “Why are we talking about all this stuff now? I mean, we just buried your dad, I thought you would be… I don’t know… Upset or freaking out or… something.”

“Daddy and I made our peace a few months ago. This… illness… it’s been happening over three years, you know. And he was really suffering, they couldn’t keep up with the pain and keep him conscious at the same time. Yes, I’m sad, but it’s also a relief in a way. Does that make any sense?”

“Yes, actually it does. Your mom said something very similar a few days ago.”

“I miss him, and I love him, but he’s been… leaving for so long… now that he’s actually gone it’s… not a shock. I’ve already grieved so much, there… isn’t much left in me. In fact, I feel guilty for not feeling worse.” She reached for the wine and took a big gulp. After she handed the glass back to me, she sat up a little straighter so she could put her arm around my shoulder, her hand resting lightly on my neck.

“So,” she continued, her fingers playing in my hair in the back of my head. “Your wife isn’t a nympho, I take it.”

“Yeah, not quite. She’s vanilla cake, with vanilla frosting. And a small slice at that, without even any vanilla ice cream to go with that. She cheated on me because she was dissatisfied with my ability to keep up with the Joneses; she thought she could do better with Phil. Then, when all that Bitcoin money came in, she was suddenly interested in me again.”

Ashley chuckled as her fingers lightly caressed my ear. “Gotcha. So, no chance of reconciliation?”

“None. Zero. I’m so not interested. I stayed for the kids’ benefit, but they’re old enough now.”

“What about Mom? Are you going to make a play for her now?”

I cleared my throat. This girl gets right to the point. “That… actually occurred to me, but only briefly. I’m not in love with her anymore, although I feel love for her like I would a sister. But I don’t have that… romantic feeling, you know?” I thought for a moment. “Why do you ask? Has she said anything about me?” I was hoping that she hadn’t, that I wouldn’t have to let her down.

“No, she hasn’t. And quit hogging the wine!” I handed her the glass so she could drink. I was enjoying her fingers in my hair, after this very long day it felt wonderful.

“Are we done with the interrogation yet?” I joked.

“Not yet, I need to extract more information from you,” she joked. “Now, tell me about your dating life right now.”

“Oh gosh! Well… it’s not going quite how I thought it would… oh you finished it?” I spied the empty glass in her hand. “Shall I open another bottle?”

Ashley turned and leaned over my lap, stretching so she could set the empty glass on the end table next to the couch. Her entire body was right there, inches away from me. I could see the bare skin on her back from where her shirt pulled up a bit, revealing that patch of skin just before her little shorts began.

As she was basically on all fours over my lap, her scent wafted over me from her hair, her perfume, her body’s natural aromas… and she seemed to stay in this position much longer than she needed to set a wine glass down. I couldn’t help it… my hand rose all by itself… and I rested it comfortably on what was in front of me… her bottom.

My palm landed in the cleft of her ass while my fingers surrounded her right cheek. Ashley moaned softly as my fingers lightly caressed her ass cheek through her thin little shorts.

“Joe, you were telling me about dating.”

Her ass felt so warm under my touch, even through her pants. I pulled my hand across her cleft so that I cupped her left cheek. “I was?” I asked as I squeezed gently. My hand drifted down her thigh onto her bare skin. “Your skin is so soft, Ash, it’s incredible.” 

I slid my hand back up, but instead of staying on the outside of her shorts, my fingers slipped underneath the light fabric. This was so… forbidden… touching the daughter of the woman whom I once loved. Her round bottom was so soft, so warm, so smooth and so… young. My cock easily reached its maximum hardness, turned on by this gorgeous creature in front of me. Her raw sensuality just… fuck… I pushed my hand up further and found the crack of her ass again, only this time there was nothing between her skin and mine. My fingers pushed in between her cheeks, eliciting a low moan from Ashley. 

Still leaning across me, her knees on the couch and her forearms resting on the arm, she gently undulated as I massaged her bottom. 

“Joe,” she whispered. “I need to get something off my chest.”

And with that, she sat back on her haunches and smiled at me as she pulled her long t-shirt up and over her head, baring her lovely breasts. A full C-cup, I supposed, or maybe even D’s, they swooped down her chest and up to her coral pink nipples, then curved back to her chest 

“I’m… glad you got that off your chest… very fucking glad.” I reached for her and pulled her back across my lap, twisting her so her back lay across my legs as I cradled her in my arms. Her right breast mashed into my chest as she smiled up at me. 

“Joe—“

“Ash—“

We both laughed as we began speaking at the same time. 

“You first.”

“No, you.”

“Ladies first, I insist.”

“Okay. Joe… I’ve kinda had a crush on you since, like, well… not quite forever, but definitely after high school.”

“Really? What happened back then, what did I do?”

“It was my eighteenth birthday and graduation party, remember?”

“Oh yeah!” I exclaimed, remembering back to that day. “You were so pretty, all grown-up and everything, a real woman. That was a fun party! That band was crazy and you and I danced… oh… right…”

“Yeah… ‘oh right’ just about sums it up.”

My face turned a light shade of pink. “You were just eighteen, and I was what, thirty-five? You had… fully developed… and you were wearing that flowered dress, without a bra…”

“And you got a hard-on.”

“Yes, I did,” I admitted. “Because you kept putting your legs In between mine and bumping my cock with your thighs! And then…”

“Yeah, and then they played a slow song, and I didn’t let you leave. I made you slow dance with me.”

“And you danced very close.”

“It turned me on that I made you hard. I liked how you felt on me as we moved across the dance floor. I liked… I wanted you to like me. What can I say? I knew you were married but I was just a love-struck kid.”

“Do you remember your mom watching us?”

“Yes! Thank god Daddy was getting the second keg hooked up. He wouldn’t have been too happy.”

I slid my hand from her bare back around her front so I could cup her bare breast. “And here you are now.”

“Mmmm yes… feel me, Joe… like that… I love you touching me… I’ve dreamed of you for so long.”

Really? I had no idea…

“I fucked my wife about four times that night after we got home. I wanted it to be you, Ash. I wanted to… make you a woman… if you weren’t already. I would have killed to be your first.”

“Yeah, well, I fucked Billy Kingsley that night, wishing it was you.”  

I stared into her hazel eyes even as my fingers played with her stiff nipple. 

Ash, what are you doing to me?

“I just… I never thought you would be interested in… well I’m a lot older than you and—“

“Shhhh…” Ashley put two of her fingers to my lips. I let go of her breast and brought my hand up to cover her fingers, and I kissed those fingers. She pushed them inside my mouth an inch or so, I kissed and licked them. 

“No more talking,” she whispered. “Only kissing.” And she rose up to meet my face.

With my hand gently on the back of her neck, I guided her such that our lips would touch… and when they did… the world fell away. Slowly, sensually, our lips moved together in a gentle rhythm. She locked her arms around my neck, her long light brown hair falling forward over us, tickling my ears.

Our tongues met and slowly entwined… and I felt honest-to-God sparks throughout my body. I pulled her closer, tighter so that her breasts mashed into me. Our breathing increased and I felt my blood coursing through my veins and of course through my cock. 

This is how a kiss should be, how it should feel…

That thought kept running through my mind. I couldn’t remember if I ever felt like this when kissing my wife, even way back when, certainly not in the last ten or fifteen years. And definitely not with any of the gals I had dated lately. This just felt right. I relaxed my grip on her and brought my hand to her face so I could caress her cheek while we kissed. I wanted to own Ashley, possess her, make her mine from that moment on. 

We broke the kiss after a minute, or five, I don’t know how long it was. Wordlessly, our eyes communicated our desires, our emotions. Simultaneously, we silently agreed that the time was now and that the couch wasn’t the place for something as important as this. We slowly got off the couch and I scooped her up into my arms like she was my bride. I headed down the dark hallway, carrying my woman, and found her bedroom. 

Ambient light from outside bathed her room in soft shadows, giving me just enough light to make my way around. I set her on her bed and backed up so I could get my clothes off. Once I was naked, I turned my eyes to her. She lifted her bottom off the mattress and she slid her tiny shorts down. Seductively, she opened her legs, showing me the most intimate region of her body. Her large breasts rose and fell with every labored breath that she took. She had, dare I say, a perfect hourglass figure accentuated with a tapered torso and full round hips. Her vagina was shaved smooth and I saw the moisture that had already formed on her puffy red lips. Keeping her eyes on mine, she pulled the covers back for us and I slid into bed with her, feeling her warm naked body as we melded together. I rolled on top of her as we kissed passionately, her legs opening and giving me room.

“Ash,” I whispered breathlessly. “I want to do a million things to you, but…” My cock lay right on her slit, her wetness evident as it sank between her lips.

“Joe, I know. Me too. But I need you inside me like right now.”

I reached down and grabbed my cock at the base and slid it up and down the wet lips of her vagina, splitting them. Once the tip was covered in her juices, I pushed into her opening, feeling the heat emanating from her pussy. She moaned in anticipation, and I claimed her mouth with my own.

As our tongues played sensually inside each other’s mouths, I lowered my body and pushed myself inside her. The pressure on my tumescent cock could only be described as sublime, her velvety pussy gripping me like a glove. Ashley moaned again as I penetrated deeper inside her, opening her, filling her with cock. 

I let my body weight fully rest on her, I wanted her to feel pinned down as we made love. She wrapped her long legs around me, pulling me in as far as I could go. She kissed and gently nibbled on my neck and sensually licked the little droplets of sweat that had begun to form. My chest was erotically crushing her breasts as we moved together in perfect unison, as one. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my head towards her and we exchanged another hot, passionate kiss. 

“Just like that, baby, long and deep strokes, you’re getting me there,” she cooed. 

Her breathing became ragged and shallow as I kept the steady, rhythmic pace and felt her body begin to convulse beneath me. The muscles in her vagina spasmed around my shaft as she released and it took everything in my power to hold back my impending orgasm. A few seconds later her eyes once again opened and met mine and she passionately kissed me. “I’m on the pill, when you’re ready, I want you to come inside me,” she whispered. 

I wanted this experience to last forever. However, I could feel my orgasm begin to build and I knew that was an exercise in futility. Then she shifted her body beneath me which slightly changed the angle and instantly, her breathing changed again and I knew she was once again climbing. 

“You’re big cock feels so good, take me there again with you,” she moaned. 

I picked up the pace and she sexily bit my shoulder. Just as she began to moan and whimper, my orgasm overwhelmed me and I shot long thick spurts of semen into her womb. Her pussy trembled as did her body and we both moaned into each other’s mouths. As I was beginning to recover, I discovered that I’d collapsed on top of her. I slid to her side, facing her,  and pulled her tight against my body. I was breathing so hard it was difficult to talk, but I wanted Ashley to know just how much this meant to me. After a full minute, I’d somewhat calmed down. 

“You gonna be okay, Joseph?” Ashley teased. “Come on, relax, you did great!”

I laughed, “Yeah? I did good? I was… Jesus… I was trying to.” I rolled over onto my back and Ash crawled up onto my chest.

“But we gotta work on your cardio, buddy.”

“Duly noted.” I kissed the top of her head as we both rested for a little while. 

“Ash, thank you.” I was going to say more but I got cut off.

“Thank you? Joe, this wasn’t a mercy fuck or something like that. Did you think it was?” She looked at me, her face concerned.

“No hon, nothing like that. I just meant… you gave me the gift of yourself and… well I don’t take that lightly. This… we made love, right? It’s been so long for me, making love… I’ve basically… forgotten what it’s like. But you’ve reminded me.” 

“Did you feel it too?” Her glassy eyes made her look so vulnerable as she looked up at me. She crawled up my chest and kissed me softly, then whispered, “I was making love to you, honey.”

I hugged her tightly as our kiss intensified. I had a million questions for her about us, about this, about everything. And all those questions and concerns evaporated from my mind as she kissed me harder. It was good she was on top of me, slowly grinding her body against mine, or I might’ve floated off into space. I sucked her warm tongue when hers came exploring, holding on to it for dear life.

Presently, I released suction and she withdrew, laughing with me. “What were you doing, you goof?”

“I like your tongue and I wanted to keep it.”

“You’ve got it, you’ve got all of me to keep.”

I looked at her, taking a deep breath for a moment. “Ashley…”

“Yes, Joe.” She leaned her forehead against mine.

“Ash, don’t… make me like you more than I already do if you aren’t serious because—“

“Joe, stop right there.” She rose up so I could see her clearly. “I have been dating for fifteen years. Fifteen years. I know what I want, I know who I want, and now he’s available. I am not playing around, I’m very serious.”

“Ash… I’m fifty, I’ve had a vasectomy, and I can't give you children. Honestly, I don’t really want any more kids.”

“I’m thirty-three and I don’t want any kids either. What else.”

“Um, I don’t have the sex drive I used to have. Sometimes I need a little medicinal help because things don’t always, umm, go according to plan.”

She giggled. “They went according to plan today, right? Did you take a viagra?”

“No, actually.”

“And you performed beautifully. And I bet you can go again in a few minutes.” She slid down my chest and pressed her breasts into my crotch, smashing them into my awakening cock. “What’s the youngest woman you’ve had since your separation?”

“Maybe about… forty-seven, forty-eight?”

“Maybe you don’t need a blue pill, maybe you just need a young Ashley.”

I think she may be on to something.

She rose up a bit and lightly dragged her hard nipples over my cock, up and down, then over each testicle. I felt the sensations in my cock as he began responding to her. 

“You like my breasts pressed against your cock, don’t you? You like when they… mmm… smash into your cock? I love your cock on them, between them, like this.” She settled lower, her breast flesh surrounding my nearly hard cock. I flexed my pelvis up, pushing my cock through her flesh and out the top where he stood proudly, hard as a fucking rock. 

“Ashley, I don’t know when I’ve last gotten hard again within fifteen minutes.”

“See?” she giggled. “Young Ash does it again.”

“Keep talking dirty to me, Young Ash, I love it.” My wife never did that, and my latest round of ladies barely did it either.

“Mmmm look at your cock, Daddy. “You’re fucking my tits.” 

Mmmm, she called me ‘Daddy’, and she said ‘fucking my tits.’ It’s like she knows what gets to me.

I just smiled at her through a lust-filled haze as she continued to smash her breasts all over me. Fuck, I loved it. But when I arched my back, trying to fuck her tits some more, she rose up.

“Uh uh, Daddy, no coming, not just yet. Settle back down.”

I groaned in agony at the sudden loss of contact, but then I groaned in pleasure when she took one of my testicles in her mouth. Very gently, she rolled it around in her hot, wet mouth before trading it out for the other. Her hand rested on my perineum, the base of my cock down past my balls. Nobody had ever touched me here before, but when she pressed into my hard root with my ball in her mouth… my head fell into the pillow and my eyes rolled back into my head. 

I thought I had pretty much reached the pinnacle of sensations until she licked that same hard part between my legs. And she wasn’t tentative about it, either. No, she pressed her nose into my flesh while she kissed and licked her way even further down. I vaguely became aware of how far she had traveled and I wondered how far she would travel. 

Naw, she wouldn’t go… down there, would she?

I raised my legs in disbelief when she asked me to, holding the backs of my knees and giving her full access. It felt very un-macho to be laying this way but, holy-fucking-shit, when her tongue touched my asshole I nearly lost it. 

Her warm, wet tongue slithered around my opening, and thankfully she didn’t touch my cock, or I would have come right there. When she pushed my legs further apart and forced her tongue inside me, inside my asshole… well I was completely fine with dying right then as I didn’t think my life would ever get better than this.

After perhaps a couple of minutes of this, Ashley crawled up my body, wisely not touching my cock, and I let my legs down.

“Let’s check your lingual dexterity, Mister Joe.”

“My tongue is yours, young lady. Bring me that pussy, little girl.” I was so ready for her, I wanted to please her like she just astounded me. 

She kept crawling up and over me, settling her thighs on the sides of my head as she sat on my face. I was engulfed by her damp scent, followed quickly by her wet lips. 

Heaven.

It was about this time that I noticed a different flavor… kinda salty. Then I remembered that I came in her about fifteen minutes ago and while much of it had seeped out of her, there were still remnants to contend with.

Fuck it. It doesn’t really matter, does it?

Her secretions flowed on and around me and I swallowed what I could but I couldn’t keep up. I licked, I lapped, I sucked, and I nibbled on everything that went by my mouth as I held my head still while she ground her sex on me. 

I licked her asshole, vagina, clit, and all the juicy, fleshy parts in between. Ashley rocked back and forth, sliding herself up and down over me many times before settling her clit on my mouth. I flattened my tongue to give her maximum pressure while my hands roamed in different directions; my left held her thigh to keep her planted on me while my right snaked and to hold her breast. Her hand covered mine on her breast and she squeezed hard, apparently showing me she wanted me to do the same.

I pinched and stretched her nipple, eliciting moans and groans, before I grabbed her entire breast hard and shook it. When I sucked her enlarged clit she just whispered “yes” about ten times in a row, so I sucked harder and played with her breast very roughly. In less than a minute she suddenly tensed, held her breath for several seconds, and then released in a frenzy of wanton abandon.

I felt something overly wet on my chin… is she pissing on me? No, it’s pulsing… she’s squirting on me! I drank what I could, but she sprayed my whole face, covering me in her delicious juice. She tried to roll off me but I held firm, not letting her fall off to the side. I pulled her back to my mouth and licked and sucked her throbbing clitoris even more.

Her screams sounded like someone in anguish, but she squirted more. Honestly, I thought squirting was a myth or a porno trick and it was really just pissing. But this was real, and it tasted spectacular. 

I finally relented, releasing her so she could collapse onto her back. 

She lay gasping for air, trying to catch her breath. I crawled on top of her, my face sopping wet and pussy juice dripping from my chin.

“What did I… did I just… oh my God I’m so embarrassed!” I kissed her so she could discover what she had done to me. She eagerly licked my cheeks and chin once she got a taste.

“I thought I had… peed on you or something. But it tastes like me, not pee.”

“I believe you squirted, darling. That’s never happened before?”

“No… I…  I can’t explain it. But it was incredible and… you will make me do that again, right?”

“Of course I will, my love. I will always…do that…” My voice trailed off as I realized I called her ‘my love.’

It’s way too soon for that, don’t you think, Joe? What the fuck am I doing?

But Ashley just wrapped her arms around me again, kissing me with renewed passion as my hard cock pressed against her lower abdomen. I couldn’t believe I was hard again, and staying hard. But Ashley made me feel virile, powerful, sexy, and… just plain fucking manly. I wanted to fuck her again. No, I wanted to make love to her again… with some hard fucking thrown in. I wanted her to know, really feel how much she meant to me. I began to slide down a bit, working my cock back down to where he belonged.

“Joe, stop. I don’t want you to fuck me… there.”

“Oh! Uh… okay. Well you’ve got me all fired up I just thought we could—“

“We can, and we will, just not there. Open the top drawer please?” She pointed to her nightstand. 

I climbed over her and turned on the little lamp so I could see the contents of the little drawer. I found eye drops and moisturizer and makeup removal pads and a small book of crossword puzzles and… and… a large bottle of Astroglide.

“I found some lubricant, I believe that’s what I’m looking for? Unless you need help with fourteen across.”

She smiled in the low light. “How do you want me, tough guy?”

“You’re an absolute dream, do you know that?” I popped the little spout and squirted a healthy glob in my hand.

“Lots of men think I’m a nightmare.”

“Lots of men are pussies. Get on your hands and knees for me, little girl, but turn around and face the other way. I’m leaving the light on, I want to see this.”

She giggled. “Kinky, I’m down.”

I stroked my cock with the lube, fuck it felt great. And the anticipation was killing me as she got on her knees and faced the foot of the bed. But she surprised me when she didn’t rest on her hands. Instead, she laid down on her chest but kept her ass sticking up in the air. Then, she reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart.

“Can you see me, Daddy? Can you see my bottom?”

“Fucking hell.” I could see moisture gathered on her pussy lips, and I saw her lovely little asshole winking at me as she contracted and then relaxed her muscles back there. Without thinking, I planted a big kiss right between her ass cheeks, right on her rosebud. I worked up all the saliva I could and deposited it on her crinkled little skin before I began licking it, savoring her musky flavor. When I pushed my tongue inside her asshole, her hands fell away and I felt her sag onto the mattress as she moaned. I massaged her clit as I tongue-fucked her bottom.

I can’t believe I am licking this woman’s asshole, Ashley’s asshole. And I’m going to make her come while I do it, too.

I withdrew my tongue for a moment. “Talk to me, Ash. My mouth is currently ocupado. Tell me what’s going on in that beautiful mind.” I resumed tongue-fucking her ass, faster this time, keeping pace with my manual ministrations of her pussy and clit. 

“Okay, Joe. Your… tongue is fucking my bottom and it feels mmmmm… so good… so good… I love how you play with me… and I know I’m going to come in about a minute or so… fuck… keep doing that, just like you are… just… yesss… I love the way you lick my bottom… Joe don’t stop… don’t stop… when you… when you put your cock in my ass, Joe, don’t… oh my God I’m almost there… don’t make love to my ass, Joe…  fuck me… fuck my asshole hard… fuck me like you would fuck a whore… oh Christ… yes… yes, yes, yes, yes yes yessssss Aaaaauuughhhhh!”

I held her so she wouldn’t fall over to one side as she came, when she seemed stable I grabbed the bottle of lube again and squirted some directly onto her slightly open asshole. With two fingers, I worked the lube in and out of her, stretching her and preparing her. 

I put some more lube on the head of my cock and prepared to mount her, but then I had an idea. “Ashley, put your hands on your back.” She complied and I took them and crossed them over her lower back. I pressed down with my left hand where her wrists crossed, effectively restraining her arms. With my right hand, I gripped my slick cock and placed it at her star.

“What do you want, Ashley?”

She whimpered and then answered me. “Fuck me there, Joe. Please fuck me? Fuck your little babygirl's bottom, Daddy.”

“As you wish, my little love.”

I pushed. My cock slipped past her ring piece with some resistance, but I wasn’t too concerned. 

My Ashley wants to get fucked like a whore? Who am I to decline her wishes? 

I pressed forward more, inching my cock inside her bottom. 

It’s so cute that she calls it her ‘bottom.’

I hadn’t had much anal sex in my life, but when I did, I went slow and gentle… to ensure that my partner was liking it and was ready for more. But with Ashley moaning “Yes… more… give it to me,” I didn’t want to hesitate too long.

I continued my advance, fucking back and forth, not just a millimeter or two, but a good couple inches each direction. She squealed in pain and her arms jerked when I sank my final three inches all the way in, but I held them in place and remained still for a moment to let her adjust. 

It only took a few seconds. “Go on, Joe. I’m ready, give it to me.”

My right hand grabbed her firm and meaty bottom cheek, squeezing hard for a few moments before I gave her a good hard spank!

“Ohhh, Daddy!” she moaned. 

“Does that hurt, babygirl?”

“Mmmm… a little, yes. But I want more, give me more.” 

Interesting…

I swung my hand back and spanked her hard again while I simultaneously sank my steely shaft back inside her mid-yelp. As I began furiously thrusting inside her, I delivered a few more crisp swats on her firm cheek. Ashley began pushing back on me during the downstroke. The friction became intense, but my cock held strong, being somewhat less sensitive this second go-round. 

I changed hands, holding her wrists with my right so I could spank her left cheek for a bit; I like balance. When I felt I had given her the same number of swats I picked up the pace, fucking her ass faster and faster. She grunted each time my thighs slammed into her luscious ass. 

“I’m fucking…” I growled, my own breath coming in rapid gasps, “I’m fucking your ass… fucking you like my… whore… are you… are you my whore, Ashley?”

“Ye-es… yes Joe… Yes! Fuck me harder… unh, unh, unh… I’m your whore… unh… I want to be your… everything, Joe… your whore… your bitch… your slut… I’m all yours.”

The pressure mounted inside me as I rutted inside her asshole, I tried to think of something else, anything that wasn’t sexy, but all I could do was slap her ass a few more times.

She tried to pull her arms free, moaning in frustration. “I want to come, Daddy! Please… please for fuck’s sake…  let me touch my clit… Daddy?”

I renewed my grip on her wrists, then I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “No! You can’t touch yourself.” I was trying to sound menacing, I think I succeeded. Ashley just moaned in frustration but she stopped trying to free her arms.

She listens, and obeys when I tell her to do something. Good to know…

But I was right on the edge and I wanted to take her with me. I released her hair and slid my hand between her legs, finding her dripping pussy. I began rubbing her clit while continuing to savagely rut hard inside her.  “Come now, little love.”

Within seconds, her body stiffened, and then she shook violently … she collapsed forward, her knees unable to sustain her position. I released her wrists and went with her, my cock staying inside her. 

“Touch yourself, baby,” I whispered as I lay on top of her. She worked her hand under her and I felt her fingers through the tight walls off her asshole. All I needed was just a few more strokes… just… a little more…

“Fuckkkkkkkk!” I roared in her ear. My cock throbbed and pulsed as I emptied my semen deep inside her bowels. Waves of pleasure swept through me as her vice-like grip massaged my sensitive cock head. I felt her pussy convulsing as her orgasms continued to wrack her body.

Both of us floated for a while… basking in the afterglow… I’m sure she could have gone for more but I was spent. My cock eventually withered and I slid off her so we could snuggle. As she rolled to meet me, I landed in a wet spot on the sheets. 

“Did you squirt again?”

“Yes, Daddy, I squirted even more this time.”

I kissed my Ashley, and she fervently kissed me back as our sweaty bodies entwined. I rolled us out of the wet spot and pulled the covers over us; we lay blanketed in warmth and comfort, basking in our post-coital glow.

We held each other, comfortably snug in our gentle embrace. Then Ashley squeezed me a little harder. I smiled at her in the dim light and squeezed her back. She squeezed me harder and put her face right in mine; we stared into each other’s blurry eyes… and she squeezed me harder still. I responded and we gripped each other close. Finally, she relented and buried her face in the crook of my neck. I heard what I thought was a sniffle.

“Ash?” I whispered. “Ash, honey, are you alright?” I stroked her hair gently, lovingly. 

She shook her head slightly and stayed where she was. I felt a little wetness where her face rested on my skin.

“It’s okay, honey. It’s been a big day… you just… let it all go, okay?” She gripped me tight again and I tried to wrap myself around her as much as I could. “It’s okay, let it all out. I’m here for you.”

I continued to stroke her hair and whispered little things to her which I hoped were comforting. After several minutes of some good crying, Ashley seemed to come out of it. She relaxed her grip and her breathing returned to nearly normal.

“I’m going to let go,” I warned her. “Just for a second so I can get the box of Kleenex on your nightstand, okay?”  

She nodded her assent. When I returned, we wiped up both of us…. but she seemed rather ashamed. 

“Ash, it’s okay, alright? A lot of things happened today.”

“I’m sorry. I know, I just… (sniff)… this isn’t how I expected our first time being together to go, me being in total breakdown mode.” She wiped her eyes some more.

“Sweetheart, please. It’s hard to predict how the day of the burial of a parent will go. I think you’re doing amazing.”

“It’s just… Dad is now gone and I know I said I was okay with it… but it’s kind of hitting me now.” She wiped her nose with a tissue and I managed to keep my mouth shut. “I’ve been with a lot of toads, you know? I kept trying to find my prince, but the only one who ever measured up to my Dad… was you, Joe. And now he’s gone and… you’re here, for now…”

“Ash, why today? I mean why did you wait until today to let me know how you felt?”

“Well, you were married and… Dad would’ve killed you!” We both laughed because we knew there was a lot of truth to that.

“Thank you for not putting my life in danger, Ashley.” We both laughed a little bit, easing the tension more.

“Joe… you said, you called me ‘little love’ when we were, you know…”

“Making love.”

“Yes, and when we were just fucking, too.”

“No, I was making love to you the entire time.”

She raised an eyebrow at me. “Sure… well anyway, I think you said it twice. But I want you to know I won’t hold you to it. It’s probably just something that you say when—“

“Ashley. Stop. You are my little love. I have always called you that, just not out loud. So maybe it slipped out tonight, yeah, but that’s because it’s always on the tip of my tongue.”

I saw her eyes get watery again when she spoke. “Joe, you don’t have to say that to try and make me feel bet—“

“It seems like you’re looking for another spanking, are you? Do you want Daddy to give you another spanking? Otherwise, you’re talking nonsense.” I was hoping she could tell I was teasing her.

She smiled weekly at me. “I’ve told you how I feel about you, sort of. But what I really feel is so strong it scares me. I don’t expect you to feel the same way but maybe we could, you know, date, or whatever you want to call it.”

“Hmm… does ‘dating’ include you putting your tongue inside my ass once in a while?”

“Oh Jesus,” she snickered, as a deep red blush broke over her face. 

“Cuz if so, heck yeah, let’s date.” I loved seeing her smile and her eyes sparkle, and knowing that I caused that to happen. “Seriously Ash… I have been so… this isn’t easy to admit. Annie and I just weren’t right for each other. I’ve been so lonely… for so long… so lonely it hurts sometimes. And to hear that you want me is… incredible… impossible… and magical. And I want that. I want this magic I’m feeling with you right now, okay?. I don’t want it to ever go away.”

A tear welled up in her eye and fell down her cheek. 

“Little love, come here.” And she did, and we kissed like our lives depended on it, because maybe they did.

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