My Late Wife

I was devastated when my wife of 15 years was killed in a car wreck. For me she was the kindest, most helpful and supporting, and most beautiful and sexy, experience in my life. We had met in college and immediately discovered we were perfect for each other, not just in bed but we were a perfect fit in all other respects. She was my other half and I was hers. If ever there was a way to describe love, it was our relationship.

My boss at the insurance brokerage where I worked gave me plenty of time to try to recover and I found a counselor who helped me regain my focus on life. Within a year or so I was fully functional at work again, I had moved into a new smaller home alongside the river that ran through our town (I couldn't take staying in the home Lynn and I had shared), I had established a regular exercise program (it helps a lot with depression), and I had become a regular with a group at my golf club. I even found a men's book club to join.

There was one important part of my life with Lynn that I had not replaced. That was the abundant sex life Lynn and I had enjoyed. We were both virgins when we met in college but we were fast learners and the internet provided a never ending source of creative ideas for us to consider and try. Frankly we were both very horny people. Both of us nearly flunked out of college when we first met because we couldn't see why time that could be spent screwing should be spent sitting in dull lectures or reading dull books. As with any couple our pace slowed down a bit over 15 years of marriage, but we were still very active and thoroughly enjoying it when Lynn was killed.

Now don't get me wrong, we did have a monogamous relationship. We weren't swingers and we didn't cheat with others or at least to the best of our knowledge we didn't cheat. You never know for sure on that issue do you. You just have faith. Frankly we both had very active dirty minds and were happy to use each other's sexual imaginations as a starting point for much of our sex.

My counselor had told me that I would also be able to replace that aspect of my life but I shouldn't rush it and it might turn out to be different than the sex life Lynn and I had so lustily enjoyed. Her advice was to remember that every couple's romantic life is derived from the interplay of their individual sexual interests and levels of sex drive. When the combination results in great chemistry, it cannot be automatically recreated when one half of the couple is gone. "Take your time and look around," she said. "But don't give up on sex. It really is one of the good things in life."

Now part of my problem was that it had been a long time since I had any experience with the dating scene. Lynn and I skipped that part of growing up and gone directly to bed. I had never felt I missed anything, but now I was lost. Lots of my friends had advice, most of it only slightly less out of date than my experience was (I had a lot of happily married friends). I tried some of the computer dating services but I couldn't make those work for me.

And then an old friend showed up to help me solve my problem. The old friend was my late wife. I was sitting on the porch behind my new home drinking a beer as I watched people float down the river behind my home in rubber rafts, canoes, inner tubes, and anything else that can keep you afloat for a casual drift down a cool river on a warm sunny day. I was well into my third beer (it had been a long, warm, round of golf in the morning) when I heard a voice come from the chair to my left.

Now my counselor had warned me that I might hallucinate conversations with my old wife but I shouldn't use that as a crutch. I needed to live without her. I had not had any such experiences. And I was pretty sure I wasn't that drunk on three beers. But the voice I heard was so strikingly like my late wife's voice that I had to look. I turned my head quickly to the left and saw Lynn slowly fade into existence sitting in a patio chair near me. The woman in the chair looked exactly like my 35 year old wife had looked the last time I saw her alive. Different clothes of course, but they were clothes I knew she had owned and liked to wear on a hot summer day. She was sitting in the chair with her long legs crossed and the short skirt riding well up above her knees. It was a blue skirt and a white, short sleeved, top; a combination she had always favored.

I shook my head in silence as I stared.

"Relax Tom. You're not hallucinating. It's me. There are things in this world that no one learns about until they're dead."

I continued to stare.

"Go ahead Tom. Ask me a question only I would know."

"How did I propose to you?"

"You didn't," she responded. "We were both very drunk one night and had been necking and grouping each other in the center of the darkened college football field and I said, 'I accept.' You said 'What?' I replied, 'I said I accept your proposal. Yes I'll marry you,' and you said, 'Oh, okay,' and then you rolled on top of me and we fucked until the cops ran us out of the stadium. After that we both told everyone we were going to get married and we did."

I looked at the apparition sitting next to me and said, "Okay." I knew only my late wife would know that story and it was true story.

She laughed. "Tom, that word, 'okay,' seems to have been your standard response to me when we weren't quite in agreement on something. That's why I loved being married to you so. I always got my way; and of course because you were a great fuck with a really dirty mind."

I chuckled and held up my beer in toast. "As were you my dear--a great fuck with a very dirty mind."

"We were made for each other," she said.

"I know."

But then I paused. "How can you be here. I know you were killed. The police made me identify your body."

"I saw you. You cried," she said.

"So you weren't dead? Whose body did I identify? It even had that cute little mole on your left breast."

"Oh you mean this one. "She pulled her t-shirt over her head tossing it aside to expose her naked breasts (I was learning. Apparently dead people don't wear undergarments).

"Oh I was dead all right, but just because I was dead didn't mean I couldn't watch you. I told you a few moments ago there are things in the way the world works that no one understands until they are dead."

"You mean like heaven and hell and all that?"

"Oh let's not get into to that. That's a whole 'nother subject. That's not why I'm here."

"Okay." I could feel my cock growing in my golf shorts as I stared at that beautiful pair of tits I used to so love sucking on and fondling. "So why are you here?"

"I'm here to help you with your sex life Tom. You don't seem to have a sex life anymore; which is a shame because you used to be so good at it."

"You mean you're here to fuck me?" I asked.

"No Tom. I'm not here to fuck you. I can't even touch you. They won't let me do that."

"They?"

"Oh sure. Just because I'm dead doesn't mean there isn't still a 'They' that makes rules about what you can and cannot do. I think that's a basic law of physics. There is always a 'They' that won't let you do fun things you want to do and requires you to floss and brush your teeth."

"Physics," I laughed. "Wasn't that the class we used to cut and go to the library so you could give me a blow job in those creepy old stacks."

"Yeah and you would finger me to an orgasm that was so strong I used to bring a sock to stick in my mouth when I would scream as I came."

"That was fun; Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at 10:00 a. m. for a whole semester."

"It was also the reason we flunked physics," my late wife said. I reached down and adjusted my shorts to make room for my growing cock. Just talking about our college sex life was giving me an erection.

"It was okay. I never needed physics to sell commercial insurance and you didn't need it to sell real estate."

"Yeah, but these helped." She lifted her ample tits and let them bounce and jiggle on her chest.

What the hell I thought. If she can be comfortable so I can I and I started open my fly (Okay, I could feel the three beers, but they couldn't be enough to hallucinate my late wife).

"Tom you are still a horny bastard. You can't do that here. All those people floating by on the river will see you and call the cops."

"Oh yeah," I said as I stuffed my engorged pecker back inside my pants. "But what about you. Can't they see your naked tits?"

"The only person who can see me right now is you. She stood up and released her skirt letting it fall to her feet leaving her dressed only in flip flops. "It's one of the rules 'They' have. I can only show myself to one person at a time." She sat back down and spread her legs apart and so she could slowly stroke her pussy.

"So are you here just to torture me by showing me how you used to masturbate for me while I can't do anything to match you?"

"No I'm quite sure you can still masturbate. Your cock looked pretty healthy when you pulled it out a minute ago." She was sliding a finger in and out of her cunt now. "No Tom I'm here to help you get laid. We've been watching you and we think your lack of a sex life is a waste of great talent."

My cock flexed as I watched her masturbate. "And who is 'we' that has been watching me. Does that involve the mysterious force of physics you call 'They'?"

"No 'we' is just me and a few friends. We have been watching you and think you should get laid. There's no need to go through this search for a life partner nonsense with the dating sites and everything. You don't need a life partner. You are living fine on your own. You've even learned to cook. You just need to get laid, regularly and with variety."

"And what about you," I asked. Are you getting laid, regularly and with variety?

"We won't go into that now. Things are different when you are dead."

"Yeah I suppose they are." I paused for a long pull on my beer.

"And you're here to tell me how to be a kind of male slut?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Really, Tom now that you are no longer married there is no need to worry about this monogamy bullshit. I know plenty of women in this town who would love to have a 'friends with benefits' relationship with you. They used to tell me so and I told them to stay away from you."

"But first I want you to turn your chair around so your back is to the river."

"Okay" I moved my chair as she suggested, positioning myself so my back was to the river.

She moved her chair so she was facing me and the river.

"Now get it out Tom. I want to see if it still works like it used to. I can't touch you but I used to love it when we watched each other masturbate." She sat down in the chair, spread her legs widely, and we began to masturbate.

"Really Tom you have all the skills and characteristics needed for a successful male slut. You're handsome; you have money (that was a great settlement you got from the trucking company that ran over me); you have a really dirty mind; you flirt well or at least you used to; you have a beautiful cock; and you are a great fuck. There is just one thing missing."

I was slowly stroking my cock as I listened and watched her masturbate, but I retained enough presence of mind to ask, "And what is the one thing I am missing."

"You just need to ask for it Tom. If you ask women to go to bed with you Tom you will be amazed at how often you get laid. And if you do it right, even the ones that say no will be flattered that someone as beautiful and charming as you asked. I can name half a dozen women in this town who would be quick to have sex with you if you just ask."

"Really. This town is a lot looser than I realized." I was stroking my cock smoothly now and fondling my balls. There was precum leaking from the tip. I could hear squishy noises coming from Lynn's pussy as she finger fucked herself.

"Oh fuck Tom. This is so good to watch you doing this. I can't stay too long but I want to watch you squirt. You were always a big cummer."

"And who are some of these horny women I should proposition," I asked her.

"Oh yeah; that," she replied. She was breathing hard now as her own climax approached. "I better tell you because if I cum I have to leave."

I was using my palm to smear my precum around on my cock as a lube. I could feel my climax building up on me. "Anybody I know?" I asked.

"Uhh... Yeah several." She was panting now. "Why don't you start with Linda Calevino. She has wanted to fuck you for years."

I stopped jerking for a moment in surprise. "Linda has the hots for me?"

"Yes.... Oh fuck I'm getting close."

"But she's my golf partner's wife. I can't fuck her."

"Sure you can. Lots of other guys in this town fuck her. And her husband fucks a lot of women other than Linda."

"Well I knew about that or some of it. Louie has bragged about his other women for years. But I didn't know he and Linda had a reciprocal deal."

"Neither one cares about who the other one fucks and they don't make much of an effort to hide it from each other."

I was getting close and having trouble staying focused on the idea that my golf partner's wife was a slut who wanted me.

"Are you almost there Tom. I want you to go first because I want to see it and when I cum I will have to leave. But before I disappear, trust me Tom. Just ask Linda and you will get laid."

"Okay, I'll do it. Now I'm going to cum." Later on it would occur to me that I had once again succumbed to a debate with my wife by simply saying 'okay;' even though it was my wife's ghost or spirit or something I was talking to.

I really hadn't cum very often of late and there must have been a lot bottled up in me because I groaned and felt stream after stream of cum fly up my shaft and shoot into the air before me in one pearly rope after another. It was an enormous amount of cum. There was even one squirt that hit her shin. That set her off and she tripped into a long climax that shook her whole body and was accompanied by a scream and groan after groan as each wave tore through her. And then she was gone. There was no one in the chair and nothing before me except splotches of cum on the stone patio surface and one on the chair leg behind where her shin had been. My cum apparently had gone right through her.

What the fuck was that I wondered? I thought I was gaining control of my psyche following all the guidance the counselor gave me and then this? I went in to get one more beer. As I sat on the back porch savoring my fourth beer for the day I tried to analyze what had just happened to me. First my late wife had made an appearance, something that most M. D. s would tell me wasn't going to happen.

Perhaps some of the more flexible shrinks might start out saying it wasn't my wife but they would then flip to an idea along the lines of, 'when someone you love dies their essence remains alive in your brain. It isn't physically them the argument goes; it's your brain's recollection of what the deceased person was like and what he or she would have said or done under the circumstances your own personality is struggling with. I had always thought the idea a little to 'woo-woo' for me, but after this afternoon's experience perhaps... At least it was easier than believing that I had actually been talking to Lynn's ghost. I wasn't ready to buy the ghost theory; but if it was my subconscious using my detailed memories of Lynn to formulate what she would have advised me if she could have; yeah, possibly. But did that mean I should totally ignore my counselor's advice about looking around and go ahead and seduce my golf partners wife? Even phrased that way the whole idea seemed absurd. When I finished the last beer I decided to forget the whole thing and go take a nap. Eighteen holes of golf, four beers, and the strongest orgasm I had experienced in months had made me decidedly sleepy.

I did my best to ignore the whole experience over the next couple of weeks and then something happened that brought the issue front and center. I was invited by Louie Calevino, my golf partner, to join him and his wife, Linda, for dinner at our country club. Without thinking anything about my bizarre 'conversation' with my late wife about Linda, I agreed to join them. It was a pleasant, but unusual, dinner.

Louie and Linda Calevino were a handsome couple; about the same age as me, still in good shape, charming and talkative and both quite successful in their occupations. Louie was a divorce lawyer, one of the most successful in town. He specialized in representing women and if the gossip mill was to be believed he bedded more than a few of his clients. When I kidded him about that he just smiled and said, "Only the good looking ones." He was aggressive in court, on the golf course, and in bed according to what Lynn told me she had learned from Linda.

Linda was a few minutes late so Louie and I sat at our table having a drink and discussing mundane stuff like what we thought of the club's new pro and Louie's new driver until Linda arrived a few minutes late apologizing because of a client who needed to look at a home one more time before deciding whether they would make an offer. Linda was a gorgeous woman. She was tall with a narrow waist and hips broad enough to give her an hour glass figure but not so broad as to suggest a fat flabby butt. I have to confess to having wasted an inordinate amount of my life trying to imagine what her sexy looking butt would look like when shorn of the tight dresses she wore. Like Lynn she had round full breasts that stood well out from her chest. Both women laughingly maintained that having attractive jugs was essential to a successful real estate sales practice. Linda had a lean, almost chiseled, face with high cheek bones and sparkling blue eyes. The whole package was finished with long, thick, gleaming, black hair that hung nearly down to the middle of her back. As Linda walked rapidly toward the table it was obvious she was still dressed in her work clothes wearing three or four inch heels and a snug fitting dress that covered but did nothing to disguise her amble breasts and stopped just above her knees. Even this late in the day her hair and makeup were still perfect, or camera ready, as some people would say. Over all she made a stunning appearance as she walked through the club's dining room and quickly reclined into a chair next to me. Louie flagged the waiter for a drink for her and another round for he and me.

"Make it a double," Linda said. "This has been a long day."

"Sell anything?" Louie asked her.

"Nothing new, but we closed the Simonsen deal today. That will be a nice commission. And if this couple that caused me to be late can just make up their mind... well that could make this a good month. They're prepared to pay all cash so it would be a quick close."

The drinks arrived and Linda took a long pull on hers followed by a sigh of relaxation. "I do love good Scotch," she said. But then she turned to me touching me softly on the arm and said, "My god Tom. It's so good to see you. I haven't seen you since..." she paused refraining from finishing the sentence with 'Lynn's funeral.' Leaving her warm hand on my forearm she quickly recovered, saying, "Well I mean you boys play golf every weekend but Louie never brings you home and well we all get so busy and..."

I cut her off before she could dig herself any deeper into the hole saying, "I'm doing well Linda. Really well. I'm back to working full time now; I have a new place to live; a regular workout schedule; hell I've even joined a men's book club."

"Oh is that one where you boys read all the dirty books?" Her fingers stroked my arm lightly as she spoke.

"No we read books on politics, finance, technology, sports, and so on. No romances and no porn."

They both gave me a skeptical look in response.

She laughed and then returned to her original topic, "Well I'm so glad to hear you are recovering Tom." She removed her hand to take another long pull on her drink. "We've been worrying, haven't we Louie."

Louie snorted. "I've been worrying that if his golf gets any better I won't be able to beat him anymore. Then I will be buying the beer in the 19th hole."

We all laughed. And mercifully the conversation moved to topics beyond Tom and his late wife. We had one more round of drinks and then enjoyed a delicious meal (our club has a great chef) accompanied by a bottle of wine. It was a good wine that went down easily so Louie insisted on ordering another bottle. The conversation ranged as it will among longtime friends over a range of topics from the condition of the businesses the three of us were engaged in, our frustration with the city's new mayor, Linda's view that the golf course should have more flowers (which Louie thought would be akin to adding more rough); Louie's frustration with his dysfunctional family back in Syracuse where he had grown up; and long list of other topics, all carefully avoiding Tom and his late wife Lynn, while still gently probing at my well-being.

Midway through dinner when the drinks and the wine were really beginning to catch up with us I felt Linda's foot stroking my ankle. Louie was oblivious, talking at length about the failures of the new mayor and waiving his hands as he spoke. I moved my foot a bit and quickly felt Linda's foot return, her bare toe pushing my slacks' cuff up and softly massaging my lower calf. I looked at Linda but she was staring calmly at Louie who was continuing his rant about the new Mayor.

"Of course, of course Louie," she said joining the conversation. "But is she any worse than her predecessor? He was trying to destroy the housing market. I would starve if he had stayed in place." That started a debate which I watched in interest, not because I cared much about the issue of the new versus the old mayor, but because Linda was continuing to caress my calf with her foot while she kept her husband across the table from us engaged in obsessive debate.

That immediately reminded me of my late wife's advice about getting Linda Calevino to go to bed with me. I had been skeptical but... her footsie game and the way she was keeping her husband distracted; well it did seem that Lynn knew what she was talking about even if she was dead. An odd thought.

Near the end of dinner Louie's cellphone buzzed and he made a distasteful face when he saw the caller's name on the screen. "Excuse me I have to take this," he said rising from the table.

Linda had eased up on her footsie by this time, but as soon as Louie walked away she turned to me and put her hand on my forearm again. "Really Tom how are you doing?" She sounded a bit drunk but then so was I and, based on the wobble in Louie's walk as he left the table, he was that way also.

"I'm doing well Linda. Really well."

"So are you getting any Tom?"

"Excuse me?"

I could feel her foot beginning to stroke my calf again. "Oh you know what I mean. A man as handsome as you shouldn't be doing without. We all have needs." Her hand was stroking my forearm now while her toes gave similar treatment to my calf. "Tom, Lynn and I were close friends. We shared everything."

"Everything?" I asked a bit concerned but also a bit drunk and suddenly becoming a bit horny.

"Yes everything. We used to get stoned when you guys were out golfing and we would tell each other about our husbands. About... well you know about our sex lives. I even told her I would like to try you out, but she told me to stay away."

This didn't come as that much of a surprise. Lynn had shared some but not all of the confidential information she had learned about the Calevinos' sex life. And her ghost or spirit or whatever had shared more.

I looked at her and said, "I see. Yes I understand. Well somethings take time you know Linda. Some changes are harder to adjust to than others."

"That's what I thought. But you really shouldn't do without Tom. Life is short and there are things to be enjoyed while you can. I understand. A man like you has needs. If you need any help... getting back on your feet, so to speak, I would be glad to help." I was beginning to think that what she wanted was to have me off my feet and between her legs. Yeah. I was getting drunk enough to let myself pursue that thought.

Louie returned swearing a blue streak about a client that had gone off the rails and wanted a reconciliation with her about to be ex-husband. How am I supposed to make money if people can't make up their god damned mind. Either they want out of a marriage or not. We were going to start a three day trial about the financial split. Shit."

"Exactly," Linda echoed. "It's just like that house today. Either they want to buy the house or they don't but if not, they should say so and let me find someone else who does."

These two were even drunker than me I decided. "Well folks it's been a great dinner, but I think I need to get home. And I'm going to Uber my way there. No point in spoiling a lovely night like this with a DUI."

"Exactly," Linda said. "I got a DUI once. That judge was mean."

Louie chuckled. "Yeah he is. I see him almost every day. In fact I guess I have to go see him tomorrow and tell him my client has changed her mind so he can take our trial off his calendar. He won't like that. He doesn't like sudden changes in his calendar, even if caused by a loving couple deciding to stay that way."

Linda had her hand on my thigh now. "I know," she said. "Let's share an Uber. All three of us. We can drop Tom off on our way home."

"Okay, whatever," Louie grumbled. He was clearly going into depression about losing his client for his scheduled trial.

Taking the others at their word I quickly grabbed my phone and ordered up an Uber. We stood out front waiting for the car for about five minutes. As we waited Louie stood on one side leaning against me to avoid falling and Linda stood on the other side occasionally fondling my ass. When the car arrived Linda told Louie to take the front seat. She and I slid into the back seat. We were barely moving before we could hear Louie snoring in the front seat. The driver had head phones on so we had no idea what he could hear or not hear but I guess we were too drunk to care. It was almost fully dark with only an occasional flash of light from street lights and traffic signals. Before we were a block from the Club I heard the click as Linda's seat belt released. "We don't have much time," she whispered as she reached for my belt. I was impressed with how quickly she could open my belt and trousers and expose my half erect cock to the occasional flashes of passing street lights. A lot of experience there I thought. She maneuvered herself about and inhaled my cock into her mouth. I achieved full erection in less than a block. It had been a long time since my wife had passed and this was the first time anything but my right had had done the honors.

Linda maneuvered a hand inside my trousers and used it to fondle my balls as she sucked my cock in and out, caressing it with her tongue while the other hand was stroking whatever portion of my shaft wasn't buried in her mouth from moment to moment. It was a fantastic experience. Not to say that I had never had a blow job before. My late wife had been quite skilled. But it had been almost two years now.

"Let me know when you are about to cum. I want to swallow it," she said.

It didn't take long before I could feel my nuts tightening and my load about to soar. "Cumming. Soon," I gasped.

Linda kept sucking and making sure my cock was well into her mouth. When I came it was with groan that could easily have been heard in the front seat, but for Louie's snoring and the driver's head phones. I shot stream after stream into Linda's mouth and down her throat. I could feel her working to swallow it all. When I finished she kept her mouth in place to clean up the last few drips. She sat up and refastened her seat belt. Looking at me as I stuffed my still partially erect cock back into my pants and zipped and buckled, she said, "Good we are almost to your place."

"You have a little bit of uhh... stuff on your cheek," I told her as I saw her in the street light as we approached my home. She wiped it off with a finger which she stuck in her mouth and sucked on apparently not wanting to waist a single drop.

"Lynn was right. You are a big cummer."

That was when the driver spoke up, "Here's the first address. Who's getting out here?"

"Tom is," Linda replied. "You can take sleeping beauty sitting next to you and me to the next address."

As I got out Linda said, "That was nice tonight. Don't be a stranger Tom."

They drove away leaving me standing in the street before my house. I was a little drunk but feeling very relaxed after the closest thing to sex I had experienced in two years. Okay I thought, maybe it was just sex, not 'close to sex'. Either way it was good and I could feel myself getting hard as I thought about what I would have liked to have done with more time and no husband sleeping immediately in front of us.

* * * * *

Louie invited me for dinner at their home on the following Friday. There was no reason to find this extraordinary (aside from the blow job his wife had given me on the way home from the club, but he was asleep through that event). Before her death Lynn and I had dined with the Calevinos on a regular basis, at their home and at ours. I could have made up some lame excuse for why I couldn't come, but that would have violated one of my counselor's prime edicts. When old friends invite you to socialize you take them up on it. So I accepted the invitation and tried to put the notion of seducing Linda Calevino out of my mind; way out. Of course there was always the possibility that seduction wouldn't really be necessary given her interest shown in the Uber on the way home. Still, Louie would be at dinner tonight so... " No, not another blow job from Linda Calevino or anything else," I told myself.

When I arrived at the Calevino's home it was Linda who answered the door. She appeared to have just returned from work.

"Oh Tom," she gushed. "So glad you could make it." She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me for a not so brief hug. I thought nothing of it as it was a characteristic part of Linda's style. She almost always greeted me with a hug that mashed her big boobs against my chest. My wife had given up being jealous about it years before.

Linda stepped away and pulled the door closed behind me as I stepped in. "Unfortunately Louie will not be able to join us tonight. He had to fly to Syracuse."

"Oh what's up in Syracuse?" I asked.

Linda shook her head, "Poor man. There's always a new problem with that family of his. Now his sister wants to divorce her husband because he cheats on her and she is demanding that Louie come to Syracuse and help her hire a lawyer."

"I assume Louie is smart enough not to take that case on himself. Representing your sister could have a bunch of downsides."

"Yes," she agreed, "especially given that he isn't licensed in New York. And then there is the incest problem."

"Incest?"

She laughed. "You know Louie. He always says that he only sleeps with his good looking clients. His sister certainly is good looking... but she is his sister."

"Yes I can see where that would be a problem."

"Let me fix you a drink Tom. The caterers should be here with dinner in a few minutes. Plenty of time for a drink." Nothing surprising here. The Calevino's were both so busy making money that they rarely did anything resembling cooking or house hold maintenance. Louie didn't even grill steaks and of course lawn mowing and the like were out of the question. We walked into the kitchen where I sat on a stool and I watched her make a couple of gin and tonics. Drinks finished she perched on a stool next to me crossing her legs and causing her dress to slide well up on sumptuous thighs. Linda does have great legs I thought as I looked at them. She inhaled about half her drink and then looking at her watch said, "Oh the caterers will be here soon. Let me go change out of these work clothes before they get here." She tossed the rest of the drink down and walked from the kitchen saying make yourself another if you need one."

When she returned a few minutes later she looked at my near empty drink and said, " Tom, you let your drink go dry. Let me help you with that." Her afterwork clothing choice consisted of a short skirt (much shorter than the work dress had been) and a loosely fitting T-shirt made of a soft cotton fabric that draped her breasts perfectly. I was speculating about whether she had a bra on under the T-shirt when she reached across me for my nearly empty cocktail glass briefly caressing me with a very soft breast. Nope, I thought. No bra.

The caterers came and Linda bounced about the kitchen telling them where to set things up. I sat quietly watching the delicious jiggle of her breasts that her movements were showing me. This was about the time I again remembered my late wife's advice that I should try to seduce Linda. "Nah. Terrible idea. I'll get slapped and need a new golf partner. Well maybe not so terrible. She did suck my cock in the Uber not long ago. "Yeah but she was drunk then," I told myself.

The caterers gone Linda perched on the stool next to me again, showing even more tanned, smooth legs than before. She finished the second of her drinks and said, "Let's see. Everything for dinner is a cold dish. These folks make a great ceviche and there's smoked salmon and other goodies. It's all stored in the fridge for now. Let's take this tray and go out on the patio for one more round of drinks. Tom you carry the hors d'oeuvres tray out while I freshen up the drinks. I'll be right out."

I was seated on a patio chair next to a low table with the hors d'oeuvres when Linda returned with the third round of drinks. She leaned forward as she set my drink down. The loose fitting T-shirt billowed open at the top giving me a brief view of her perfect tits, or at least a large part of them including obviously swollen nipples. They bounced beautifully when she sat down in a chair facing me. My late wife's recommendation that I seduce her friend Linda popped into my head again. It was getting harder to banish, but it remained a bad idea. Still, her tits were gorgeous and her legs, even better.

Linda sat picking at the snacks, occasionally sucking on a finger that she apparently thought had retained some part of a tasty food bit. I could tell I was getting drunk, and a bit aroused because the way she did it made me think of her sucking on a cock. My cock to be specific.

"So tell me Tom," she said as she crossed her long legs and let one of her fancy flip flops dangle from a toe. "How are you doing these days. Are you getting back to your old self with Lynn no longer with you?"

"It hasn't been easy," I said, "But I've gotten some excellent help from Amy Bishop, my counselor, and I'm feeling much better now."

"Oh Amy. Yes, she's great. Louie sends some of his female clients to her for help." Linda giggled. "She always tells them to get laid. I suspect that my husband may help them out with that problem. Did Amy tell you to get laid, Tom?"

"A number of people have," I said.

"And have you?"

"Well getting back into dating when you really never started is a little challenging, so... "

"Oh Tom, that's a waste. You're such a good looking man I know a lot of women who would love to do it with you. All you have to do is ask, Tom."

This conversation was beginning to have a Deja vu feeling. Linda was sounding just like my late wife.

"Hmmm." I said as I looked at her over the top of my cocktail. "Do you have anyone in mind?"

"Well I might," she said. She took another long pull on her drink and then set it aside on the table while she tugged the T-shirt over her head and tossed it aside leaving her naked from the waist up (and mostly below the waist as she tugged her short skirt up and spread her legs apart revealing her naked pussy).

I could feel my rapidly engorging dick flop over as I stared at my now nearly naked hostess. "Do think this is a good idea Linda?"

"Oh Tom, I've thought this was a good idea for years. It was just that Lynn told me not to and she was my best friend. But that no longer applies does it?"

"No it doesn't, does it? But what about Louie. I don't think he would approve of this."

"Louie? Louie has been amazed for years that I left you alone just because my friend asked me to. You need to understand Tom. Louie and I have a very open marriage. He fucks who he wants to fuck (mostly his clients) and I fuck who I want. The secret Tom is that you just have to ask."

"Okay. Can we?"

"Can we what Tom?"

"Can we fuck?"

"Are you telling me you want to fuck me?" She was stroking her pussy.

"Yes. I want to fuck you. Can I?"

"Yes."

"Here and now?"

"Yes. You are getting the hang of this Tom. Let's go inside. I want to start by sucking your cock. I love to suck cocks."

"I noticed on the ride home the other night. That was a great Uber ride."

"Oh, yes, I did suck your cock that night didn't I. It was too bad it had to be such a quickie. Your cock lived up to everything Lynn had told me about it." Linda smiled. "She told me you were a big cummer. You damn near drowned me. This time I want you to cum on my tits."

I didn't leave until almost noon the next day when Louie called and told Linda he was on his way home having engineered a reconciliation between his Sister and Brother in Law. Apparently Louie knew how to patch up marriages in addition to dismantling them.

* * * * *

I was sitting on my back porch savoring a beer after a morning's round of golf when I heard her voice again. "Well lover, how was she?" There was no doubt in my mind whose voice I was hearing. When you have been married to a woman as long as I was you immediately recognize the sound of her voice, even if she is dead.

I immediately began spinning my head around looking for her or her spirit, or whoever it was that had visited me a few weeks ago. "Lynn is that you?" I felt crazy asking that question. Talking to your deceased wife is not a sign of healthy mental conduct.

"Yes, dear. It's me. I'm right behind you."

I spun around to find my late wife slowly materializing in another of our patio chairs immediately behind me. She was wearing the same blue skirt and a white short sleeved top she had worn before. I almost spilled my beer.

"You're back again?"

"Yes. I hope that's not a complaint."

"No it's not a complaint although chatting with my late wife when she slowly materializes on my back porch is a bit unnerving. Not a sign of good mental health."

"Nonsense. Lots of people talk with loved ones after their death."

"Yes but they don't advertise it. Like I said. Not a sign of good mental health.... but screw that. I'm not going to tell anyone, especially my counselor."

"Good." She crossed her long bare legs.

"You're still wearing the same outfit," I said. "I always liked those clothes on you."

She smiled. "Thank you dear, but there were times when I think you liked them better off than on."

"Oh yes; well there was that."

"In any case I'm wearing them because it's pretty much all I have to wear. We don't bother much with clothing where I am now and I only put them on to come and visit you. Would you like me to take them off?"

I smiled in response. "I've never objected when you want to take your clothing off."

"I remember," Lynn said. As she spoke she quickly slipped out of the minimal clothing she was wearing; just a blouse and a skirt with no bra or panties.

"Tom, I didn't come down here just to flaunt my body at you. We all felt I should visit you and see how things went with my old friend Linda since I last saw you. You did sleep with her, didn't you? You told me you would."

"Oh Linda? Yes; but there wasn't much sleep involved."

"Oh really. Do tell. I mean tell me all the juicy details. First, how did you seduce her?"

"Hah," I laughed. "I don't think it takes much effort to seduce a woman who has been lusting after you for years. She started it by playing footsie at dinner at the club with her husband sitting across from me. Then when he got drunk and fell asleep in the Uber on the way home she gave me a blow job."

"And what happened next?"

"She and Louie were so drunk I had the Uber driver leave me at my house and take them on to their place."

"Oh how tragic. I thought by aiming you at Linda you would get laid for sure." My late wife had a pouty look on her face.

"Not to worry dear," I said. "I was invited back for dinner a week later."

"Oh great. Did you ask? Did you get laid? " She looked positively gleeful. How strange I thought; to have your wife looking thrilled at the idea of your getting laid by her best friend. Oh yeah, she's dead, isn't she. That changes things, I guess.

I shook my head laughing. "Yes I asked and given she had sucked my cock a week before I wasn't all that surprised when she said yes."

"So you got laid, right. How was it."

"How much of the next 18 hours do you want to hear about?" I asked.

She smiled. "Well I don't have time for 18 hours of detailed fucking. Just tell me about the good parts.

"Okay; just the good parts:"

Hmmm. Where do I start? You know Lynn when you haven't been laid in 2 years it's all pretty good.

We were on the back porch when she finally convinced me to say it: "Linda I want to fuck you." She was mostly naked by that time so I wasn't feeling too insecure about what her response would be.

She grabbed my hand and led me back into the house. I figured we were going to a bedroom but as soon as we got inside the kitchen she turned and threw her arms around my neck and began kissing me: a long lustful kiss that went on for I don't know 15 minutes; our tongues dueling; my hands groping her nice broad soft ass under the short skirt she was wearing while she smashed her naked chest against me; a really messy kiss with saliva all over us and bite marks on her throat and titties and on my neck; and somehow her little skirt and all of my clothes coming off and strewn about the kitchen, until we were standing naked with her backed against the kitchen table and my rock hard prick pressed against her belly with my hands cupping her ass where it wasn't against the table.

"Oh god yes fuck me Tom." She was stroking my cock. "Take this big hard shaft and jam it into my cunt."

As you may have learned over the years Lynn when I am faced with a demand from a horny woman, I say, 'Okay'; and that is exactly what I did. I picked her up and set her down on the table. She spread her legs apart still telling me, "Fuck me Tom; put your big hard cock in my cunt; fill it with that creamy cum of yours; do it Tom; do it now."

I lined myself up and slid my cock into her and it was delicious. She was so wet; no problem getting into her at all. After two years it felt so unbelievably good to have my cock encased in a warm, wet cunt. And then we fucked, wildly and noisily with me pounding away at her so the kitchen table was jumping and moving across the floor and Linda screaming obscenities until she came in a roaring climax that shook her whole body and set me off. I thought my climax would last forever as I pumped shot after shot of cum into her hot grasping cunt. It wasn't a long fuck, but god it felt good after two years with nothing.

"Wow. and that went on for 18 hours?" Lynn asked.

I laughed. "No of course not. You know me better than that Lynn, but we did continue to fuck off and on until Louie called just before lunch time the next day. We might have even got in a couple of hours of sleep somewhere along the line, but I'm not sure of that. Louie called to tell Linda he was on a plane back from Syracuse. Having patched up his Sister's marriage he was on his way home and wanted to get laid as a reward."

"Oh poor baby," my late wife said. "You got run off by the husband. What kind of libertine are you?"

"Hey," I said. "He is my golf partner." I paused for a moment. "Besides," I said. "I was running out of ideas and energy to keep Linda climaxing again and again. I had eaten her pussy to so many climaxes my tongue was exhausted, my fingers were beginning to cramp from all the obscene things they had done to get her off, even my prick was tired from fucking her. We had fucked all over the house over the preceding 18 hours. Even the lipstick she had smeared all over my cock while sucking on it early in the evening was long gone.

"And how was Linda?"

"Hah," I laughed. "She looked positively radiant. Her makeup was smeared to the point it was damn near gone, her hair was a tangled mess, she had bite marks and splashes of dried cum all over her. Some women just look gorgeous with that just fucked look. She was going to need all four hours of Louie's flight time to clean up but I was confident that Linda would be ready to reward Louie for saving his Sister's marriage when he got home in four hours. I don't think that woman could ever run out of sexual energy. I was going to go home and sleep.

"My my," Lynn said shaking her head. "Well I did tell you to go out and get laid. And we are well past the 'until death do us part,' of our marriage vows so I can't really complain."

"Yes, and it was you who suggested Linda," I reminded my late wife.

"That's true. That's true. My friends are going to love hearing this story."

By this time Lynn and I had been slowly masturbating as we discussed my seduction of Linda Calevino. I wasn't on the edge of an orgasm and as far as I could tell neither was Lynn, but we were both feeling quite good about the situation. Really, slow steady mutual masturbation with a woman you care for is a great way to spend an afternoon.

She paused for a moment, putting the gleaming finger she had been using to fuck herself on her lower lip in thought. When she finally spoke it was, "But I have one more question I am almost afraid to ask: Was she better than me? Was she a better fuck than me?"

I answered quickly, not wanting to appear I was thinking about it (actually, not needing to think about it).

"No. Perhaps a bit more exciting than you were, but not better."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. You have to remember Lynn that I was in love with you. When we made love and drove ourselves to an exhausting climax we just laid there being in love while we gasped. There was no lying next to Linda being in love with her. That's a difference that matters to me."

She stared at me with tears in her eyes. After sniffing a couple of times, she said, "Thank you it makes me feel wonderful to hear you say that."

She suddenly brightened up with a mischievous smile. "Okay dear. One more question. Are you going to do Linda again?"

I shrugged. "Maybe, if the occasion arises. Do you have any other suggestions?

After that she named several other women from our social circle that I had known for years.

"All of them," I asked.

"Yes," she said with a lascivious smile. "But try to keep it to one at a time. Now we need to finish what we are doing here so I can get back where I belong. I want to watch that big cock of yours squirt Tom. It will make me cum so hard to watch that and I can return so satisfied."

We were both silent for the next five minutes or so, slowly but seriously masturbating as we each brought ourselves nearer to a climax.

"Oh fuck, I'm getting close," she said. "Are you almost there Tom? I want to see you squirt before I have to leave."

I was massaging my balls and stroking my cock with energy as I watched my late wife play with her tits, finger fuck herself and stroke her clit and I listened to her moan and groan as she approached her climax.

"Now Lynn. Now," I groaned. "Here it comes," and I came with a growl as I shot several streams of hot cum towards my late wife.

"Oh fuck," she responded as her climax took her and she shook throughout her body. As the shaking stopped her physical presence dissolved into a mist and then she was gone, leaving me sitting gasping in my lawn chair with my slowly shrinking cock lying on my leg.