My husband was killed in an auto accident 19 months ago. I missed him terribly until three weeks ago.

While hanging a valance over my bedroom window, I saw my neighbor working outside in his bathing trunks. I am no expert, but I could not believe the size of him. I thought about him later in the evening, and had to relieve myself with my vibrator. In the past I had only used this vibrator as a muscle relaxer, but thinking of the prick of my neighbor had me all steamed up. He’s a widower and his name is Charlie.

A week later I was unloading groceries when he came over and asked if he could help carry them into the house. When we’d done that, I asked him if he would like a cold drink. We sat down at the kitchen table, and talked about our loneliness and about how we missed our spouses. We seemed to be getting along pretty well, so I asked if he’d like to come back later for dinner. He said he couldn’t pass up a home-cooked meal.

When Charlie arrived later that night he had a bouquet of flowers in hand. I thanked him with a little peck on the cheek. After dinner we put the plates in the dishwasher and sat down in the living room. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Charlie’s crotch, and at times wasn’t hearing what he was saying because of this. He said, “You must be tired. Your mind seems to be elsewhere, so maybe I should go and let you get some rest.”

But rest was not on my mind. I said, “Let’s have some dessert.” I started toward the kitchen, but Charlie headed for the front door, saying he had better go. When I moved toward him, he reached out, pulled me toward his chest, and hugged me. I grabbed his crotch and fondled the bulge there. He felt much bigger than he looked. He kissed my neck and patted my rear end. I grabbed his belt, unbuckled it, then unbuttoned his slacks and pulled them down while he unbuttoned my dress. I was on fire. I pulled off my dress and he stepped out of his slacks.

We went to the bedroom and the bed. With our hands, we explored as much of each other’s body as we could reach. Charlie took off his shirt and undid my bra; I finished taking it off for him. He kissed my breasts, tongued my nipples, and caressed the insides of my thighs. My nipples got really hard. He worked his way down my body, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses. He kissed and sucked on my nipples again as he worked one of his hands inside of my panties to touch my clit. I just couldn’t hold back; suddenly I had a tremendous orgasm. I grabbed his penis, pulled it out of his shorts, and began pumping it with both hands. Charlie worked my panties off and licked my clit with abandon. My husband had never done this. It was a first-time experience for me, and I loved the sensation. It was unreal. In no time at all I had another orgasm.

“When I moved toward him, he reached out, pulled me toward his chest, and hugged me. I grabbed his crotch and fondled the bulge there. He felt much bigger than he looked.”

As I held on to Charlie’s penis I knew for certain that I hadn’t underestimated it. The thing was very large and hard as a rock. He slid it up and down my vagina from top to bottom until his dong became coated with all my wetness. He tried to work it into me, but I couldn’t handle all of him. He continued working slowly in and out, in and out, until he had about half of his cock in me. Finally we got into a rhythm with each other and really made love. It felt so good. He pumped in and out and kissed me at the same time. It was wonderful. Then in a flash, he pulled out of me and came all over my stomach. I had never seen anything like it in my life. His come just seemed to pour out of him, and there was so much of it. With my husband there’d been two or three large drops and then three or four smaller drops of come. It never poured out as was happening here.

Charlie moved from on top of me and lay down beside me. We stayed there, hugging and kissing each other for a while, then got up. I headed toward the bathroom to shower. I saw Charlie move toward his clothing. I called and begged him to please stay a while longer and take a shower with me.

We got into the shower and I turned it on. I grabbed a bar of soap and washed his penis. He grabbed the soap from me and washed my twat. We both got excited. I felt his penis getting hard again as I worked up a fine lather. We rinsed off the soap and kissed and held each other under the spray. Then he turned me around. I felt his hard penis against my ass cheeks. He asked me to bend over a little and brace myself, then he parted my pussy and guided his penis inside it. He pumped in and out. I had another orgasm, and felt so weak that I thought I was going to faint. I told Charlie how I felt, and he asked me to hang on because he was almost there. Suddenly it felt as if he’d sprayed my entire insides with come. He pulled out of me, turned me around, and kissed me. As he held me tightly I felt his come run out of me.

We finished showering and went to bed. I slept through the entire night. When I awoke in the morning Charlie was gone, but we now see each other almost every day.