The Widow

The wake was over. Lily stood by the door hugging people she'd never met before today and would probably never meet again. She thanked them for coming, for the flowers, for their condolences. It was a ritual she participated in numbly, just as she had gone through the rest of the sad, tiring day. One by one the "mourners" filed out of the house, leaving Lily standing there in the hallway feeling exhausted. A widow at 33.

Jimmy would be the last to leave. He approached, face creased with sympathy, and hugged Lily tight.

"What are your plans for tonight?" Jimmy asked once the embrace was broken.

Lily blinked as her grief-addled brain scrambled to process the question.

"I think I'll just go to bed early," she finally answered. "I'm really tired."

Jimmy grimaced.

"What if I stay here tonight? You shouldn't be alone, and my motel is awful anyway," he said.

The offer caught Lily off guard. Jimmy had been her husband's best friend, but Lily hadn't spent much time with him one-on-one. They had met only a handful of times, mostly when she and Rob had been visiting Rob's hometown. Usually they had played board games because Rob found that nostalgic, so there had never been any deep conversations. All she really knew about him was that he was an ex-soldier that Rob, her husband, had known since high school and that he hated to lose at Monopoly.

Lily thought for a second; she didn't want to inconvenience anyone, but she did agree that, after the long day she had endured, a human presence might be comforting, and her guest room was much nicer than any motel.

"Yes, that would be nice," Lily said.

Jimmy smiled warmly and began helping to clean up. He washed glasses and then tidied up the living room while Lily absentmindedly wandered around the house, picking up things that Rob had once cherished, his favorite mug or his worn-out sneakers left by the back door. Mundane things seemed to carry greater meaning now. Lily's dog barked, and she wondered if he was grieving too.

"I'll take Fletcher for a walk," Jimmy said, patting the German Shepherd's head and reading Lily's mind.

Lily nodded appreciatively and watched as they both disappeared through the back door. It was nice of Jimmy to be so attentive without making her feel pitiful.

Lily fell onto the couch and pulled off her heels, feeling grateful that she didn't have to play hostess anymore. She sat and thought about nothing in particular, twirling a lock of her blonde hair idly. She didn't cry; she'd already cried enough for a lifetime.

She wasn't sure how long it had been when Jimmy returned with Fletcher. Long enough that the dog was sleepy now, more relaxed and content, and it made Lily smile.

"How are you?" Jimmy asked, taking off his suit jacket and sitting beside Lily on the couch.

"I'll be okay," Lily replied. "It hasn't fully sunk in yet."

Jimmy nodded sympathetically. He didn't offer any reassuring cliches, but Lily had heard enough of those and knew that he meant well.

A silence settled around them, punctuated only by the occasional snore from Fletcher or the distant hum of appliances. Lily didn't find it awkward because Rob had never been much of a talker, but she could sense Jimmy's growing discomfort in the way he kept correcting his collar.

"Would you like a drink?" Lily asked, making a move towards the kitchen.

"That sounds great, thanks," he replied.

Lily grabbed two wine glasses and a half-empty bottle of red from the rack and poured them each a generous serving before returning to Jimmy and handing him his glass. Their eyes met for a moment and Lily tried to hold his gaze in order to wordlessly communicate her gratitude and acknowledge their shared pain before sitting back down. She didn't know if it had worked.

"To Rob." Jimmy suggested uncertainly, raising his glass an inch.

"To Rob." Lily echoed, and they both took a very large gulp of wine.

The alcohol soothed the rawness of Lily's sadness, like moisturising a sunburn; it was still there, but the edge was dissipating. She resolved to allow herself to forget the weight of her loss for a moment and she sank deeper into the couch, tucking her slim legs beneath herself and resting her head against a cushion.

"Rob was always afraid of you getting hurt in the military," Lily said, trying to find something to talk about.

Jimmy's lips tightened for a moment and then relaxed, as if he'd been pricked with a needle, and Lily realised that, for Jimmy, Rob's passing was possibly just the most recent of a series of wounds carved into his heart.

"You must be tired," Jimmy said, changing the conversation.

"Yeah, my feet are killing me,"

"Pass them here," Jimmy offered, patting his lap invitingly.

"Why? Are you going to rub them for me?" Lily laughed for the first time in two weeks.

"Yeah, of course," Jimmy chuckled, patting his lap again.

Lily wasn't sure that he wasn't joking, but the deepness of his voice was reassuring, and the weariness in the soles of her feet was overpowering. She swung her legs over him and plopped her feet onto his lap. Jimmy took them and started kneading her arches with his thumbs. It was bliss. Lily closed her eyes, feeling the pain in her feet begin to flow away. His hands were rougher than Rob's had been and larger too. The pressure was a little heavier than Lily might have asked for if there had been a dial or a remote control but she quickly got used to it.

"That feels really good," Lily murmured, leaning her head back against the couch.

Jimmy smiled and continued his assault on the soreness in her feet as Lily luxuriated in the relief and sipped her wine, making appreciative sounds whenever Jimmy's thumb pressed into a particularly tight spot.

"Where did you learn to do this?" Lily mumbled.

"I had a few girls in my unit who insisted that I learn," Jimmy said.

Lily made a mental note to thank them later. She could see how Jimmy would be attractive to women; he had quiet confidence, kind eyes, huge biceps, and she was jealous of his tan. He wasn't the sort of man Lily had ever chased before meeting Rob. Not that Jimmy was obviously dumb, but she had always liked guys who were obviously smart, and he really was uniquely shit at board games.

"I bet you were popular with the girls?" Lily teased.

"Sometimes," Jimmy said, without looking up from his work.

"Are you seeing anyone at the minute?" Lily asked, finding relief in asking about someone else's life.

"No," Jimmy said as his hands moved confidently to Lily's ankles and back to her feet and then smoothly up her calves and back again. "But I think Rob's sister might be into me."

"Oh," Lily breathed, part curiosity about her sister-in-law and part indulgence in Jimmy's warm hands massaging her calves.

"Do you run?" Jimmy asked.

"I used to," Lily said. "Why?"

"You have nice legs," Jimmy said.

Lily didn't know whether he was being sincere or just trying to make her feel better. She did know that having her body complimented right now should have made her feel uncomfortable but Jimmy had said it with a nonchalance that seemed to make it alright, like he was commenting on her scatter cushions. Besides that, Jimmy was right; she had been a long-distance runner in college and she knew that she did have great legs. Rob always liked to see her in short dresses to show them off; he had never minded the way other men would ogle them.

"Thank you," Lily said, feeling a subtle smile tugging at her lips. "Do you do neck and shoulder massages too?"

"Of course, if it'll help you relax," Jimmy replied.

Lily's eyes fluttered shut as Jimmy put down her feet and moved around the back of the couch.

"How do you know Steph likes you?" Lily asked, bringing the conversation back to her sister-in-law while pulling her long hair over her shoulder to give Jimmy access to her neck.

"She's been sending me a lot of messages asking to meet up," Jimmy said, casually moving the cap sleeve of Lily's black dress down her shoulders as he spoke.

Lily let her head loll forward as she felt Jimmy's grip on the base of her neck. The strength of his hands reminded her how she'd sometimes have to be the one to help Rob open jars. She bet Jimmy never had that problem. He squeezed out a knot and Lily sighed in satisfaction.

"How does that feel?' Jimmy asked, driving his thumbs into Lily's shoulders.

"Just right," Lily exhaled, relaxing.

"Good," Jimmy said, and Lily could hear that he was smiling.

"Do you like Steph?" Lily asked.

"She can be a bit bitchy," Jimmy said as the fingers of one hand traced the curve of Lily's exposed collarbone and the other kneaded the muscles between her shoulder blades.

Lily snorted a laugh.

"Yeah, she can," she agreed.

Lily had never really liked Rob's family because they had never really liked her. Steph was the worst of them all, always making snide comments about her being too skinny or having small breasts or not wearing enough makeup. Lily had always been too polite to say anything, and Rob had pretended not to hear it. A smugness settled over Lily as she realised that Steph would probably quite like to be where she was now; sitting in the dim with Jimmy massaging her neck.

"Did Rob ever give you massages?" Jimmy asked.

"Not really," Lily said.

"He was missing out," Jimmy said, and Lily thought it sounded like flirting.

"Oh, you're enjoying yourself?" Lily tested.

"Maybe a little," he admitted, definitely flirting.

"I'm sure you'd much rather be doing this with Steph," Lily said, partly as a joke and partly to fish for compliments.

"I don't think so," Jimmy said.

"Why's that?" Lily asked.

"You're nicer than Steph," Jimmy said, his hands coming over her delicate traps. "A lot prettier too."

Lily leaned back into Jimmy's touch, and his fingers naturally slid lower, over her collarbone, skimming the upper slope of her breasts. Lily felt her pelvic muscles clench pleasantly. An unmistakable shiver of excitement spread through her limbs, and then she stiffened in panic. What was she doing? She was supposed to be mourning, crying, in despair, not flirting with another man. Guilt punched her in the stomach.

"Sorry," Jimmy said, and his hands moved back to her shoulders.

"Thank you, Jimmy," Lily said softly, replacing the sleeves of her dress to her shoulders and gently nudging Jimmy's hands away. "It's getting late; we should probably get some sleep."

"Yeah, you're right," Jimmy said as he stretched out his arms, and Lily noticed how it made the fabric of his shirt strain slightly over his broad chest. "Do you mind if I get a shower?"

"No, of course not," Lily said. "There are towels in the cupboard next to the bathroom."

"Thanks, good night," Jimmy said with a warm smile before walking down the hall to the bathroom.

Fletcher had wandered off at some point while Lily had been enjoying Jimmy's attention and was now curled up somewhere in the kitchen, so Lily sat alone for a moment. She wanted to think about Rob, to take the last few moments of the day to remember him. Instead, she could hear her heart beating softly in her chest as the memory of her own, brief, arousal replayed in her head. Maybe it had been grief or the alcohol. Probably both, but, she told herself, it had been an accident, an innocent lapse. No harm was done. She had, maybe, even been hasty in stopping Jimmy; he was only trying to be supportive and make her feel better. But it was time for bed.

Lily rose from the couch and padded barefoot toward her bedroom. She was surprised to be able to hear the sound of water hitting tile from the shower; she hadn't usually been able to hear it whenever Rob was in there. Then she saw why. The bathroom door was ajar, steam curling out like a lure. She paused.

She could close the door, so as not to keep letting the steam out. Quietly, so as not to embarrass Jimmy for the error. That made sense and she was glad she had thought of it. She crept closer and reached for the door handle. She didn't want to look through the gap, except that, suddenly, inexplicably and inescapably, she did. Just a peek, to satisfy her curiosity.

Jimmy was just getting out of the shower and reaching for a towel he had placed on the counter, his back to her. His skin glistened with water droplets. It was the definition of his back muscles that Lily noted first; they reminded her of armor, tough and protective. She peeked at his naked ass, wide and firm, and then his legs, powerful, toned pillars. Despite the palpitations in her chest, Lily found herself smiling at the view.

Jimmy moved to turn, and Lily swiftly leaned back away from the gap for fear of being seen. Of course spying on him was wrong, but some perverse force was urging her to look again. Lily had never thought of herself as a woman who was easily impressed by physicality, but it was impossible to deny Jimmy's attractiveness.

It would be risky. Lily took a deep breath and with a trembling hand sidled back up to the gap to look inside again. Jimmy was sideways on now; his muscles flexing as he dried himself with the towel. Lily couldn't stop her eyes from following the droplets of water running down his body until her mouth fell open in astonishment.

Jimmy's cock hung, heavy and proud just in front of him, bobbing slightly with his movements. It was huge. Even in its unaroused state, it was surely bigger and thicker than Rob's hardest erection. She didn't mean to compare them, it just felt inevitable and er pelvic floor clenched again.

Lily looked up from Jimmy's cock to admire his chest, but her movement changed something in the lighting or in the air that caught Jimmy's attention. He looked around, and their eyes met. She was caught.

Lily jumped back, her heart jackhammering against her ribs. The bathroom door was still ajar, and steam still curled out, but it seemed ominous now, like it was mocking her.

"I'm sorry, Jimmy," Lily called, her voice cracking slightly as she cringed at herself.

Jimmy didn't respond, and Lily weighed up the possibility of running to her bedroom and locking the door to hide in shame until the morning. She opted to try to make an excuse instead.

"I, I was just checking if you needed anything," Lily lied.

The door swung gently open, and Jimmy stepped out of the bathroom, the towel wrapped around his hips. His eyes were bright and refreshed.

"Could I borrow some of Rob's clothes?" he said, as if nothing had happened. "I've only got my suit with me."

Lily felt her face flush. It was almost worse that he wasn't questioning her about her behaviour.

"I, I didn't mean to," she stuttered, but Jimmy just shook his head.

"It's fine," he said calmly. "I just need to find something to sleep in."

"Uh, yeah," Lily said, clearing her throat. "His clothes are in our room."

She gestured in the direction of her bedroom and started toward it a little faster than intended. The floorboards creaked under Jimmy's weight as he followed behind at a more leisurely pace.

Lily turned on the light as they entered what had been her and Rob's bedroom, but was now just hers. Their queen-sized bed sat in the center, topped with rumpled sheets because Lily hadn't had the motivation to make the bed this morning. The bedside tables were adorned with quaint nik-naks from vacations Lily and Rob had shared, and above the bed was a large wedding photograph of them, Rob's arms wrapped around Lily's tiny waist.

Lily walked over to the walnut dresser where most of Rob's clothes were. On top of the dresser was a mirror, and, as she approached, Lily couldn't help glancing through and seeing Jimmy following behind her. She hadn't expected to see his head tilted down, looking at her ass, but that's what he was doing. When she pushed her hips out to exaggerate her perky bottom, it wasn't on purpose, it was instinctual, a natural reflex to exhibit herself that she hadn't had in years. Jimmy was checking her out, and that made her feel less guilty about her own indiscretion.

"I'm not sure Rob had that much that would fit you," Lily said, pulling open the top drawer of the dresser and hastily searching through the layers of clothes. "You're a lot bigger than him."

Lily looked back up into the mirror and thought she saw the beginnings of a smirk play across Jimmy's lips. She only 5'2", and she hesitated as she realised how much he towered over her, how close he was, how the scent of his fresh, soap scrubbed skin was now all she could smell. Her mouth was dry, and she swallowed hard.

"Are you okay?" Jimmy asked softly, and Lily felt his breath on the back of her head. "You look tense again."

"I'm okay," Lily said, but her hand was shaking in amongst Rob's old t-shirts.

"Let me help," Jimmy said as he stepped forward behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

Lily felt the terrain of his bare torso press against her back as Jimmy began to rub her shoulders again. She released the clothes she was holding and let her head fall back against one of his gigantic pecs. His hands were just as strong and confident as in the living room, and Lily's embarrassment and anxiety about the bathroom incident melted away.

As Lily watched their reflections, their eyes locked. Jimmy's gaze was focussed, but he smiled at her through the mirror. Lily smiled back. He clearly didn't care that she'd seen him getting out of the shower. After all, what did he have to be shy about? It must have taken a huge amount of discipline and hard work to look the way he did, to look so godly.

"How does that feel?" Jimmy asked, eyes still locked through the mirror.

"Perfect," Lily sighed. "You have strong hands."

"You like that?" Jimmy said, sliding the sleeves of her dress off of her shoulders without breaking eye contact.

"Mhmm," Lily hummed.

"I guess they're a bit stronger than Rob's, huh?" Jimmy said.

"A lot stronger," Lily sighed.

She was aware that Jimmy could easily overpower and do whatever he wanted to her, and yet staring into his eyes was like looking through the window of a cozy home in winter, tempting her in with its warmth and protection.

"Thank you," Lily said.

"What for?"

"Looking after me, making me feel safe,"

"Rob didn't make you feel safe?" Jimmy asked.

Lily shook her head, remembering all the times she and Rob had been out at night and some creep had wolf-whistled at her. That wouldn't have happened if she'd been with Jimmy. Nobody would have dared antagonize him.

The way Jimmy moved his hands was so controlled; somehow he seemed to know exactly where to touch her to make her forget everything else, and she began deliberately pumping her own pelvic muscles in response to the growing dampness between her thighs.

Almost unconsciously, Lily maneuvered and twisted her arms to free them of the loops of the dress' sleeves so that it was held up by only the swell of her small breasts and the friction of the fabric against her skin.

"Is this okay?" she asked, nervously.

"Of course," he said, and Lily felt Jimmy's hands move down her back to where the sleeves had obstructed him before. "You look great in that dress."

"Do I?" Lily asked, coyly.

"Yeah," Jimmy assured her. "I was always telling Rob how much he was punching above his weight."

"No, he wasn't," Lily protested unconvincingly with a grin.

"Of course he was," Jimmy laughed. "Look at those gorgeous blue eyes."

Lily looked into the sky blue eyes of her reflection.

"And this little body," Jimmy said, taking his hands off of her shoulders and grabbing either side of her waist.

"You really think I'm prettier than Steph?" Lily asked earnestly.

"Definitely," Jimmy told her.

"Good," Lily said, turning her head away from the mirror to look up over her shoulder at him. "I don't think I'm going to find anything of Rob's that will fit you."

"Don't worry about it," Jimmy said, looking down at her.

Jimmy reached forward and shut the drawer of Rob's clothes with a thud. When he brought his hand back, he placed it beneath Lily's chin, tilting her mouth closer to his.

"You could stay in here tonight, if you wanted," Lily whispered, rising up onto her toes to close the gap between them. "I think it would take my mind off things."

"I'd like that," Jimmy said.

Lily wasn't sure who made the final move to press their lips to the other's, but it didn't matter. The following seconds or minutes were a blur as Lily immersed herself in the intoxicating back and forth of kissing somebody for the first time. Jimmy hooked his thumbs into the bodice of her dress and Lily groaned her consent into his mouth. He wasted no time peeling the dress down to her waist, exposing her braless chest and midriff.

Jimmy's hands came back up to cup and squeeze her conical breasts, his fingers digging into her shallow cleavage. Lily broke their first kiss with a sharp gasp in appreciation of how hard he squeezed, a little pain cutting through the excitement.

"Fuck," Jimmy said as they both turned back to the mirror, and he evaluated her nude torso.

Lily had always been gifted with a slender frame. She watched him scan her flat stomach and the faint stripes of her ribs beneath her skin before he released her tits so that he could see her pink, pea sized nipples.

Lily pushed her dress down over her hips, then let gravity do the rest. The dress she'd worn to her husband's funeral pooled at her feet, revealing the thin black lace panties that she'd chosen that morning only to avoid any visible panty lines.

An instant later his hands were on her again, roaming deftly over her body. One slid up her ribs and across her breasts. The other down her waist and over her thinly covered pubic mound and around to her ass. Lily allowed him to explore her freely, her breath catching in excitement when his palm brushed her nipple or his fingers grazed the damp lace of her panties. There was so much more intent in his handling of her than Rob had ever shown, so much possessiveness and desire. She didn't want to intervene, even if she could.

Lily reached behind her back and tugged at Jimmy's towel. It fell away from his hips and in the mirror she saw the unfiltered glee in her own wide smile as the weight of Jimmy's massive, hard cock sprang up against the small of her back. She blindly grabbed for it with both hands, her fingers wrapping around the thick, heavy shaft with a desperation that surprised her. Jimmy hummed in approval as she groped at his unbelievable length with an unfamiliar enthusiasm.

"Were you checking me out in the bathroom?" Jimmy whispered into her ear, with amusement in his voice, before kissing just behind it.

"Maybe," Lily admitted.

Jimmy's hand slid down her abdomen, and Lily found the dense base of his cock.

"Did you like what you saw?" Jimmy questioned.

"Yes," Lily breathed.

Jimmy's fingertips teased the hem of her panties, and Lily began to flick her wrists up and down, her fingers tightening around his cock.

"What did you like?" Jimmy asked.

"Everything," Lily said, croaky with anticipation.

Jimmy's hand slipped inside of her panties. and Lily stroked up the veined length of him with both hands.

"Seems like you like my cock?" Jimmy said.

Lily bit her lip and nodded at him through the mirror. She really liked his cock.

Jimmy's fingers brushed through her trim pubic hair while Lily ran her hands over the domed head of his cock, relishing in the collection of his pre-cum on her palms.

"You like how big it is?" Jimmy asked.

"God yes," Lily confessed with a breathless laugh.

Jimmy's fingers reached the puddle of wetness clinging to her inner thighs, and he dragged them up through her folds, threatening to push inside of her. Lily used the lubrication of his pre-cum to glide her hands up and down his long cock.

"Did Rob know you like big cocks?" Jimmy asked, with one large finger taunting Lily's entrance.

Lily's throat tightened with a mixture of guilt and exhilaration. She should have been mourning, should have been numb.

"No," Lily gasped at the sudden, tingling pleasure as Jimmy's finger edged inside of her.

"Is that because he had a small cock?" Jimmy mocked, pushing his finger knuckle deep into her saturated insides with ease.

Lily wasn't sure why Jimmy wanted to ridicule Rob's size, but she didn't care, not when his finger was curling inside her while the heel of his palm rubbed on her clit. The words should have stung, but they only made her wetter.

"Yes," she panted, still fondling Jimmy while his pre-cum oozed over her hands and wrists. "He had a small dick."

"You deserve a big cock, don't you?" Jimmy pressed, adding another finger inside her, stretching her gently.

"Mhmm," Lily nodded, adjusting to the addition.

"You want to fuck my big cock don't you?" Jimmy demanded.

Lily tried to answer, but her words dissolved into incoherent panting as Jimmy's thick fingers started pistoning in and out of her dripping pussy. Lily dropped his cock as her knees buckled and she braced herself with her hands against the dresser. Looking up into the mirror, she saw Jimmy's determined expression. Her own reflection was nothing like a grieving widow, her face contorting with each new jolt of pleasure Jimmy's fingers fucked into her, stretching her open.

"F-fuck yes," Lily whimpered, her hips jerking uncontrollably in full support of Jimmy's exertions.

His spare hand gripped her throat firmly, tilting her head back against his shoulder, and her panties threatened to snap while his fingers worked her pussy with vigorous strokes. Wet, slapping noises filled Lily's ears, and her hands trembled against the dresser as her panting evolved into loud, dirty moans.

Lily groaned in protest when Jimmy withdrew his fingers abruptly, but before she could beg him to continue, he spun her around and lifted her on to the dresser with an ease that made Lily giggle. She was suddenly perched on the edge, legs dangling, face to face with him. The reality of what she was doing, what she had already done, pricked at the back of her mind.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Lily said, lifting her ass off of the dresser to assist Jimmy in pulling off her panties.

"No, we shouldn't," Jimmy agreed, as he slid the black lace down her legs and tossed it aside carelessly.

Jimmy spread Lily's legs and stepped between them. She clasped his face between her hands and pulled it towards her own. Their lips crashed together in a zealous kiss.

"Rob never told me what a loud moaner you are," Jimmy joked as Lily bit his lip.

That was probably because Rob had never made he moan like that. Jimmy had fingered her with a constant, relentless tempo that had broken her morale compass and that Rob would never have been able to maintain. Sex with Rob had always been disjointed, hesitant, disappointing. It was frustrating how he'd run out of steam so quickly. Lily considered telling Jimmy as much, but the thought faded away as her tongue dived eagerly back into Jimmy's mouth.

It was Jimmy who broke their second, more prolonged kiss. Lily leaned back against the cool surface of the mirror as his lips left a trail of wet heat down her body. There was only one place he could be going.

"Oh F-u-uck," Lily stuttered as Jimmy's mouth closed around her clit, his tongue flicking over her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Lily tried to clamp her thighs around his head to manage the potency of it, but Jimmy held her legs open as he sucked and lapped and mouthed at her clit in a melody of unforgiving stimulation. There was no way she'd be able to overpower him, so she tangled her fingers into his hair and pulled him in harder.

It started with her toes curling.

"Jimmy," she moaned.

Then cold crept up her calves.

"Oh Jimmy," she moaned.

For a second, she thought about how she was getting one over on Steph.

"Oh fuck, yes Jimmy," she shouted.

She concentrated on the sensation of his tongue pressing on her clit.

"I'm going to..."

Then the momentary numbness of no return.

"Oh f-u-u-u-uck," Lily cried out in ecstasy, her back arching off the mirror, stomach sinking, ribcage bulging as her body seized in a violent, shuddering climax.

Her thighs trembled, her fingers clawed at Jimmy's scalp, and her vision whited out for a heartbeat before she collapsed back against the cool glass in shock.

"Oh wow," she squeaked.

Her body was still shuddering when she felt Jimmy pick her up again, his hands firm and sure under her ass as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently, and they fell into another kiss, slow and sultry and affectionate. Lily could taste herself in his mouth as she tried to express her gratitude with her tongue. Jimmy's hulking frame hung over her, blocking out the light from above, and she loved the way it made her feel small and protected. Their lips uncoupled and reunited with the synchrony of two people who had been together for months, taking in turns to slide their tongues in and out of each other's mouths until Lily recovered from her orgasm.

Lily knew what would be next, what she needed next, but first, she had to see it. She pushed upwards on Jimmy's chest, and he seemed to understand her request, rising up onto his knees. Lily looked up in awe, from her marital bed, at Jimmy's mammoth cock. It had grown even longer and fatter and more incredible than she had imagined when she'd seen it un-erect. It was double the length of Rob and three or four times the circumference. The thick veins on the underside of his shaft were pulsing with blood to keep the torpedo head engorged.

"Shit," Lily breathed, and her legs fell open.

Jimmy allowed her a moment to understand what was about to happen to her, then came back toward her, taking her wrists and pinning them down above her head. He lowered his hips and Lily felt his cock run along her inner thigh. It dawned on Lily that she and Rob had almost always used condoms to help him last longer; she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a man inside her without one. It was too late to do anything about it now, and she wasn't sure that she'd want to.

The head of Jimmy's cock passed between her wet, swollen folds, and Lily held her breath. The anticipation was almost unbearable. Jimmy's cockhead pressed against her entrance.

"Is this what you want?" Jimmy said.

Lily nodded.

Jimmy nudged forward slowly, the tip of his cock testing her tightness. That felt nice, erotic. He nudged twice more, and on the fourth go, he pushed harder. His cockhead breached her. Lily's jaw sprang open, and she let out a sharp, gasping squeal as she felt the thick ridge of his cockhead stretch the sensitive ring of muscle at her entrance. It wasn't quite pain; it was immense pressure, like how a balloon would feel on the verge of bursting.

Jimmy retracted, then pushed the head in and out twice more, loosening Lily's entrance before he pushed deeper again.

"Oh my god," Lily said, now through clenched teeth, trying to hold herself together. "You're so big, you might be... too... big."

Jimmy ignored her. Two more strokes, and then he probed further again. Lily saw the pattern now. He was working his way into her in sets of three, two shallow thrusts to stretch her, then a deeper one to press forward. He was methodically forcing her body to accept something so much bigger than it had experienced before, but he knew what he was doing. Lily wondered how many other tight, innocent women he'd opened out this way, though she didn't care how many; she was glad to be one of them.

Jimmy kept getting deeper and began to grunt with each effort. With each thrust the pressure towards Lily's entrance eased and was replaced by a growing sense of fullness and a primal, aching pleasure. She moaned in response to Jimmy's grunts, encouraging him to keep going.

When Jimmy's cockhead touched against her cervix, they moaned in unison, and both went in to kiss the other, Lily still pinned to the mattress. She could see that only about half of his cock was actually in her but the fullness was so much more thrilling than any memory she had of Rob,

"Fuck, you're tight," Jimmy groaned into her mouth. "I didn't realize how tight you'd be."

"You like my tight pussy?" Lily whispered against his lips while contracting her inner muscles around the thick shaft that filled her.

Lily had always wanted to talk dirty during sex, but Rob would inevitably make it awkward whenever she tried.

"I love it," Jimmy growled in response.

"Then fuck me," Lily urged him, then pouted. "Fuck me really hard."

Jimmy lifted his hips slightly, his cock sliding backwards until only the head remained inside of her. The feeling of his cock withdrawing relieved some pressure, but it also left her feeling empty now. Jimmy rolled his hips in shallow little circles, the head of his cock grinding just within the entrance of her pussy in a way that made her whimper.

Just when Lily was about to plead with him for more, he refilled her with one deep thrust. Lily shouted in shock and pleasure, her nails tearing at Jimmy's wrists. She could see in his eyes that he was taking pleasure from her noises, from her having to adapt to his monstrous size.

Jimmy pulled almost all the way out again and then slammed back into her, an obscene, soupy sound accompanying the plunge. Lily moaned this time, her body supplying even more of the necessary lubrication. He was so deep inside her. Too deep, not deep enough; she didn't know anymore.

"Yes!" Lily shouted when he did it again. "Is this why you offered to stay? Because you wanted to fuck me?"

Jimmy didn't answer but began a rhythm; it was slow at first but quickening. Each time he pulled back until just the tip remained before pushing forward again, making sure she felt every flex of his cock, every inch of his shaft dragging against her sensitive flesh.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Lily moaned time after time as Jimmy treated her to a continuous barrage of sensation, her pussy expanding and relaxing. "You're so deep!"

Lily lifted her legs, and Jimmy read the signal, releasing her wrists, hooking his arms under her knees, and folding her at the waist. Jimmy sank into her even deeper as Lily wrapped her arms around his neck. She could tell how much her pussy had had to enlarge for him; she felt proud of that, though she didn't know why.

Lily looked up at the wedding photograph above the bed as Jimmy rocked in and out of her. Her husband smiled down at them as she moaned and groaned and binged on the electrical signals and hormones that were passing through her body in response to Jimmy's ceaseless ploughing.

"I'm sorry," Lily's inner voice said to Rob. "You never fucked me like this. Why did you never fuck me like this? You would have finished by now. He's so big. I feel so full. He fucks me so much better than you. I'm going to come. You never made me come. HE'S GOING TO MAKE ME COME. ALL OVER HIS COCK. HIS HUGE COCK. I'M GOING TO COME ON JIMMY'S COCK!"

Her inner voice shut down. Her whole mind did. She was plunged into an icy lake. She couldn't see anything, hear anything, feel anything except the rapid spread of chemical joy through her entire body. She erupted out of the cold into an overwhelming inferno of euphoria that dwarfed any orgasm she'd had before and sent her body into uncontrollable spasms, feet twitching, thighs quivering, ass twerking.

"That's it, come on my cock," Lily heard Jimmy say, between her triumphant, orgasmic screams, as he pounded through her clenching walls. "Yes, that's it."

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," Lily begged, as a second chill came over her, another orgasm on the horizon. "Oh my god, what the fuck!?"

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she grabbed her own ankles, pulled them back toward her chest and opened herself up even wider for Jimmy as the second orgasm coursed through her bones.

"Uggggghhhh fuck, I'm coming again, ye-e-es," Lily grunted deliriously.

Jimmy released her legs, and they fell back to the mattress with a bounce. Lily's body was limp, and Jimmy slowed to a stop, his cock still buried inside her. Lily tried to catch her breath; her face hurt from smiling, and her throat hurt from screaming, but she felt unburdened of all of the stress and sadness that had been pent up inside of her.

"You made me come so hard," she rasped. "I've never come like that before."

"You look sexy when you come," Jimmy said, leaning back over her and interlocking his lips with hers as he started a fresh, more patient rhythm with his hips.

"I want you to cum," Lily whispered before opening her mouth wide to invite in Jimmy's tongue.

"Where?" he asked after a few seconds of sliding his tongue over hers.

Lily's eyes flicked back to the wedding photo, her lips still parted in anticipation of another kiss. She now knew that for years she had been deprived by her husband's lack of sexual competency and reason gave way to a base, animalistic need.

"Inside me," she said.

Jimmy's tongue slipped back into her waiting mouth. He showed no signs of fatigue as the bed creaked beneath them in time with their bodies. Her hands ran down Jimmy's back, feeling the way his muscles rippled with each thrust of his hips, then dropped off the sides. She reached between her legs and began flicking a flat hand over her clit.

"Cum in me," Lily coaxed. "Cum inside me."

Her hips rose in time with Jimmy's dips, her body openly hungry for the seed he could give her like she was on the verge of extinction. Beneath her clit, she could feel the bulge of her insides each time that her pussy swallowed Jimmy's cock.

Jimmy shuddered, and Lily felt the first jet of his release deep inside her. Rob's insistence on using condoms meant that it was the first time in years that she was going to be filled with a man's cum, the first time in years she'd risked pregnancy. It was a risk she needed to take for Jimmy, and that thought made her want to laugh as the heat of his cum coated her walls. It was intimate, it was foreign, it was what her pussy was meant for, it was how sex was supposed to be, and it was incredible. A new orgasm took her by surprise.

"Fuck," Jimmy and Lily groaned as they came together.

Lily's orgasm was less explosive than the previous three, like sinking into a warm bath of satisfaction. Rob had rarely made her come, let alone four times in an hour. She could feel Jimmy's cock tensing inside of her, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into her.

"Oh wow," Lily said softly, her voice echoing with gratitude for her multiple orgasms.

Jimmy's body went limp on top of her and his breath was heavy against her neck. He pulled out, and his cum spilled from Lily's pussy onto her bed covers. She clenched around nothing, her body still vibrating with ticklish aftershocks. Jimmy rolled off of her and onto his back, and they lay there in a sweaty silence for a few minutes.

"Was that okay?" Lily eventually asked, suddenly uncertain that she'd done enough to satisfy him.

"Yeah," Jimmy said. "That was good."

It wasn't as effusive an answer as Lily had been hoping for, especially when, for her, it had been amazing. It would be too pathetic to ask for his affection or validation, but she was desperate to know whether she could have done more to please him. Doubt crept in.

She had let him stretch and fill and fuck her and she'd done it so recklessly, without protection, on the day of her husband's funeral. She had said things that denigrated Rob's memory. She'd been impetuous and rash, and now her pussy was starting to feel sore.

Lily looked up at her wedding photo again. Rob was still smiling, but there was something different in his eyes. Guilt and shame twisted in her stomach. She had betrayed him, she had enjoyed betraying him, and she could never take it back.