My Late Wife Ch. 02

In Chapter 01 I told you how my recently deceased wife, Lynn, was pimping for me. Well to be slightly more precise she reappeared as a ghost, or spirit, or whatever (she didn't provide a good explanation of her status other than she was still very much dead) and expressed a concern that I was not getting enough sex (which was very true; as in none). Then while we sat watching each other masturbate she suggested that I proposition my golf partner's wife, Linda Calevino. According to my late wife her good friend Linda had wanted to seduce me for years but had refrained only because of my wife's request. In addition according to Lynn there would be no objection from my golf partner, Louie Calevino, because he and Linda had a very open marriage and each of them had any number of extra-marital sex partners in our town. Lynn had said all I had to do was ask.

Needless to say I found this whole event more than a little strange. I was far from convinced that having a deceased wife who would mysteriously appear and then, while we engaged in mutual masturbation, tell me who I should have sex with was not a sign of good mental health; or a reliable bit of advice. Notwithstanding my doubts I wound up having almost 18 hours of glorious sex with Linda while her husband was out of town. She turned out to be a very aggressive sex partner. There wasn't really much need to ask for sex with Linda. All I had to say was, "Okay."

In a subsequent ghostly reappearance Lynn asked for details about my seduction of Linda Calevino and then after expressing satisfaction gave me the names of several other women in our town that would also be happy to go to bed with me if I would just ask them. Then as in my past encounter she masturbated herself to satisfaction and faded into nothing.

As satisfactory as the sex with Linda had been there was a host of good reasons for not telling anyone about my experiences with Linda or with my late wife. I figured even my therapist would conclude I needed to be locked up with a story like that. I didn't even tell Linda about my conversations with Lynn's ghost. Yes Linda and I had a couple of additional afternoon motel room assignations after our first overnighter. Still, as good as the sex was with Linda, I remained worried about Louie finding out and taking his nine-iron to the back of my skull.

That concern was eliminated during an afternoon round of golf with Louie. We were sitting in a cart on a hot afternoon waiting for the foursome ahead of us to clear the green when he spoke up. "Tom I've been meaning to ask you. How was my wife?"

"What?"

"How was the sex with my wife. I knew you were coming for dinner the night I had to go to Syracuse to deal with my flaky relatives."

"Yes, you invited me as I recall."

"That's true. I did. But when I got home I asked Linda how it went. She said you fucked her silly until noon the next day."

"Oh. She said that, huh?"

"Yes she did, my friend. She said you were a great fuck. That's no small compliment from my horny wife. Not many men can keep up with her."

"Uhh... So does this mean you are going to take a 9 iron to the back of my head now?"

He laughed. "I admit some men might take it wrong to invite you to diner and then have you fuck their wife when they have to go deal with a family emergency. But not me."

"Not you?" I asked still concerned.

"Don't be silly Tom. I fuck who I want and Linda fucks who she wants. We have an open marriage. She told you that didn't she?"

"Ahh... Yeah sure. But you never know whether to believe a woman who tells you that."

Louie chuckled. "That's true. I've gotten burned that way a couple of times myself. But you're safe with Linda Tom. She wasn't going to tell anyone but me and I wasn't going to object."

"So I see. And it's okay that she and I have had a couple of afternoons together since then?" It occurred to me as I said that that I might have gone to far. Suppose she hadn't told him about our additional trysts.

"Yeah I heard about those too. Not a problem for me and I guarantee you that my wife has been enjoying them too. She thinks you are quite a catch. There are several other women in this town that she thinks would be jealous of her if they knew."

"Good, I think? But what 's this about other women?"

"Tell me Tom who else have got going on the side. A man with your talent as I hear it described by my wife should have other 'friends with benefits' lined up."

"Well no, not really."

"Oh you're missing out Tom. Variety is the key to an exciting sex life. Women. They are all different and they are all fun. I can suggest a few other likely candidates if you like. Being a divorce lawyer I know lots of good looking ladies who aren't getting any now that they are divorced."

My god I thought. Everyone wants to pimp for me. First my late wife and now the husband of my late wife's slutty best friend Linda who I've been fucking. I suppose even Linda would have a list for me if I asked her.

Later over beer he gave me the names of several likely candidates. Just remember Tom, all you have to do with these ladies is ask. Not surprisingly there was some overlap between my late wife's candidate list and Louie's list.

The most interesting name on the list was Chrissy Richardson. Chrissy was the owner of the insurance agency where I worked. It was an asset she had gotten in her divorce from her very rich and now ex-husband. She wasn't my boss. She acutally never came near our office. The business was run before the divorce by my boss and he was still running it after the divorce. Chrissy kept him on and just collected the profits as she did with several other businesses in our town that she had gained ownership of in the divorce. Once a year she threw a party for everyone who worked for her up at her big house on the hill. A couple of weeks after my conversation on the golf course with Louie happened to be the night of Chrissy's annual event.

There was a big crowd at the party most of whom I didn't know. Our little insurance agency was only a part of Chrissy's empire. I was surprised when I came in the front door to be greeted by Chrissy with a warm hug. I had skipped her party since my wife had died. I didn't expect Chrissy to even remember who I was.

"Oh Tom you came. It's so good to see you." She then handed me off to someone else of significance in her little empire who hustled me into the bar for a drink while Chrissy continued to greet her guests. Once everyone was assembled Chrissy, who is fairly short, stood on a coffee table so she could be seen and made a brief speech thanking everyone for attending and for all our hard work since our last gathering. "Your bonuses will reflect your success but we won't dwell on that tonight. Now is just a time to have a few drinks and congratulate ourselves on our success. I see the bar is open so enjoy yourselves. And if you over indulge, feel free to take an Uber home. You can expense it."

As I stood listening to her comments I was struck by what a beautiful woman Chrissy was. She was about my age, short and round in a most delightful manner with thick blonde hair that she kept clipped just below chin level. Her eyes were a sparkling blue and everything about her was just... so cute; and sexy, I thought. I drifted through the party chatting with a few folks I knew and others I met about business and everything else that comes up at a cocktail party. I was about to leave, feeling a bit drunk and not wanting to get fully drunk as I had a ways to drive to get home. Before leaving I stepped out on the back porch for a bit of air and to finish my drink. I was leaning on the stone wall that surrounded the large patio when I felt someone warm step close to me. It was Chrissy.

"Hello Tom. I'm so pleased you could make it."

"Oh thank you Ms. Richardson. It's a nice event you throw each year."

"Really Tom call me Chrissy. I only go by Ms. Richardson... oh when I talk to bankers I guess." She sounded a little drunk I thought.

"Tom it's so good to see you again. We've all been worried about you since Lynn passed. Such a tragedy. Lynn was a friend of mine for years you know. We were in the same book club." Her round hips felt warm leaning against my thigh.

"But what about you Tom," she asked. "How are you doing." She rubbed her hip against my leg.

"I'm making great progress. The therapist you folks paid for has been really helpful."

"You are important to us and you were my close friend's husband. Getting you healthy was important. Who were you seeing?"

I told her the name of my therapist, Amy Bishop.

"Oh she's great. I went to her during my divorce. My lawyer, Louie Calvino, recommended her." She giggled for a moment. "Louie told me that Amy would tell me to get laid." Another giggle. "And she did."

"And did you?" I asked. I couldn't believe I asked that question. Too much to drink. Maybe I shouldn't drive home after all.

"Oh Tom you naughty boy. Did Amy tell you to get laid?" She was rubbing her hand on the back of my thigh now, her fingers feeling around to the inside.

"No, but Louie did." Her hand was slowly working its way up my thigh now. I could feel my prick starting to grow.

"And did you?" she asked.

"Yes. And did you?" I said repeating my question as she continued to work higher on my thigh.

"Absolutely. I won't tell you who because... well you know some of them might have spouses who would object." I turned toward her and her hand rose up and began to stroke my cock.

"Oh yes that feels good," I said.

"And what I'm feeling feels good to me. It's nice and hard and it feels big."

"Some women think it is. None of them have ever complained."

"I would love to find out, but I really should be back inside with my guests."

"What a shame." I put my hand around behind her cute little round ass and pulled her in closer, but not close enough to interfere with her rubbing my cock which felt delicious.

"Some of my guests will be disappointed if I don't go back soon." She was rubbing her tits against my lower rib cage.

"Yes and someone might see us," I said. I had begun to fondle both of her breasts and she was continuing to stroke my cock.

"That's what makes this exciting," she responded. "Just follow me to the end of this big patio. We will have to be quick. Can you be quick Tom?" When we got to the end of the patio we stepped around the corner of the stone wall of the house. There was light coming from inside the house through a tall window right behind us, but the gauzy curtains would keep anyone inside from seeing us.

"Can you fuck me now Tom?"

"Okay." She leaned forward her elbows resting on the rail and her cute little round ass pointing at me. I grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her hips. She was naked beneath it.

I began using my fingers to stroke her pussy lips which quickly became wet and slippery. "You are naughty Ms. Richardson. Where have your panties gone?"

"I like to be naughty. That's something else I learned from Amy. When I was married it was my husband who was the naughty one, especially with other women. Amy taught me that I should be naughty too." I slid a finger into her cunt. It was warm and wet.

"Oh fuck that feels good Tom. But use your cock. Get your cock out and put it in me. We don't have all night you know."

I opened my trousers and let them fall, along with my boxers, to my feet. Adjusting my height by bending my knees a bit I began stroking my cock between her pussy lips. She was so wet I felt lubed up quickly. I positioned myself at her opening and pushed to enter her.

"Oh shit," she whispered "You're big." She wiggled her hips and my cock slid in, just the head. "Oh fuck yes. Now slide it all the way in but slowly. You're too big to just ram it home."

"Okay" (my standard response to instructions from a horny woman). She pushed slowly back and I pushed it in and we were soon fully coupled; with Chrissy leaning forward over the stone rail, her dress pulled up over her waist so her hips were naked to the world and me still wearing my coat and tie with my tie hanging, the end laying on her naked ass, and my jacket split open so I could fuck properly. My pants and undergarment were in a pool around my feet. We were fucking slowly and steadily, both of us hoping no one would walk around the corner of the porch but neither wanting it to end. We both knew we could rush to a finish or simply pull out and abandon this lewd and irresponsible conduct. But why bring a delicious fuck like this to an end any sooner than necessary?

I was slowly sliding my cock in and out of her, with Chrissy pushing back each time and her cunt quickly stretching to accommodate me. "That's it now fuck me. Fuck me good and hard and reach around with one hand and diddle my clit while you do it. Make me cum Tom and fill me up with that hot cum of yours."

"Really? Are you in a hurry Chrissy? This is feeling really good to me."

"Oh fuck yes," she agreed. "But I really need to get back inside."

"Is that need or want Chrissy," I asked.

She groaned in response and continued to match my casual pace.

What a nasty way to fuck I thought. but Chrissy was right, even though she didn't want to be. We really did need to wind this up so she could get back inside and so no one would catch us. I picked up my pace and began pounding her. This is absurd I thought. I am standing half naked on the back porch of the richest woman in town fucking her while her annual employees cocktail party is going on inside. I was silent and Chrissy was mewling almost silently obviously doing her best to choke off the noise her body wanted to make. As I picked up my pace she responded in kind.

It didn't take us long. We came at the same time, right after I slapped her ass once. I could feel my cock squirting shot after shot of cum into that warm slippery cunt as its muscles tried to crush me. We both slumped forward and lay gasping but she quickly recovered and slid from beneath me. "Oh shit," she said. "Look at the mess you made of me." She was holding her dress above her waist and in the dim light coming through the window I could see dribs of my cum running down her leg. I reached in the breast pocket of my coat and handed her a handkerchief.

"Thank you. You are such a gentleman. This will get me to the ladies without embarrassment. If you will come up here about three on Thursday afternoon I will have it laundered for you and we can do a better job of fucking. But it was good trying it like this. So nasty." Then she hurried off to resume her hostess role. I decided I would have another drink and take an Uber home.

Over the next few days I spent some time thinking about my experience with Chrissy on her back porch. Why had the richest woman in town decided to seduce me while her annual employees cocktail party was going on just inside the building? What did she see in me? Could it be that my late wife and my golf partner were correct in their advice that there were numerous women in this town who would like to go to bed with me. Or fuck me on their back porch during a party? Should I take her request to come by on Thursday afternoon to pick up my handkerchief seriously? Was there more to it; an invitation to have more sex? It seemed like it, but why me? Was the invitation just a figment of my imagination? I didn't have answers to any of my questions but I showed up at Chrissy's front door at three o'clock on Thursday fully expecting to be humiliated for taking my perceived invitation seriously and feeling very insecure about the whole thing.

When the door opened after my knock I became instantly aware that my insecurities were misplaced. Chrissy was standing there wearing much more casual clothing than I had seen her in a few days earlier. It appeared to be a single garment: a loosely fitting white T-shirt with a low cut neck that nicely draped her ample breasts and hung down barely to her thighs. She looked unbelievably cute. As she led me into the house I could see that the T-shirt, dress (whatever?) was falling short of the bottoms of the round, cute, cheeks of her butt.

"Come in Tom and let me fix you a drink. Beer, wine, whiskey. What will it be?"

"I'll have whatever you're having."

"That will be wine then. Have a seat here while I get you a glass," she said. Apparently there were no servants to bring drinks in this big house. Not at all like the recent party I had attended here. Her little butt cheeks jiggled beautifully below the end of the T-shirt as she left the room.

Returning with a glass and a mostly full bottle of wine she set the glass on the end table alongside the chair I was in and filled it from the bottle. Then she walked over to a chair facing me where she refilled her own glass, leaning forward as she did. Her back was to me and most of her naked butt cheeks were exposed as she refilled her wine glass, confirming my assumption that she wasn't wearing undies. She perched in a chair facing me, her short legs tucked under her. After a long pull on her wine she set the glass down and said, "Tom I hope this means you are here to pick up where we left off last week?"

"Yes," I said with a chuckle. "At least I was hoping there was more to your invitation than just returning my handkerchief. I have an ample supply of those."

"And I'm looking forward to seeing the cock that was fucking me that night." It appeared she was not a person who minced words.

"I can accommodate you," I said. I opened the slacks I was wearing and pulled out my mostly engorged cock. It had gotten that way on my drive to the house. Hope springs eternal and now it sprung from my trousers.

"My aren't you forward Tom." As she spoke she rotated in her chair to sit with her legs spread to either side of her chair showing me her sex. Like mine it was gleaming with arousal.

"Show me your tits too," I said. This was the most aggressive I'd ever been with a woman other than my late wife. But I knew Lynn. She loved it when I got aggressive before our lovemaking. My experience with other women was more limited. A lot more limited.

Chrissy smiled and then tugged her T-shirt over her head leaving her completely naked. Her tits were beautiful. Not at all like my late wife's and Linda Calevino's tits, both of whom had large, round, full breasts that covered most of their chests. Chrissy's tits were smaller, but she was far from flat. They stood out from her chest with the tiniest bit of sag. Her pale brown areolas were obviously swollen and made her breasts extend even farther from her chest. They were capped with dark brown nipples that were likewise aroused and stood even farther from her chest. She reached down and lifted her breasts, holding them out to me. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes," I responded as I similarly lifted my quickly hardening dick and held it out to Chrissy. "Is this what you wanted? Is this why you invited me to come back?"

"Yes." She squirmed a bit in her chair, spreading her legs even wider.

"After all I could have just had the laundry service return your handkerchief to you, but that cock felt so good the other night and I never did get to see it." She was slowly stroking her pussy lips. "I wanted to meet the man who had the courage to fuck me on the back porch while there was a party for 200 people going on just inside."

"Yes that was exciting wasn't it. But today I'm hoping you want to do more with my cock than just look at it," I said. I was slowly stroking my now fully erect prick. We each used our free hand to sip a bit more wine while we watched each other masturbate in silence.

"Chrissy, do you often masturbate with men you don't know very well."

"Well no this is a first for me. And it feels delicious. What is it about you Tom that you entice me into the nastiest activities?"

I smiled continuing to masturbate. "My late wife used to say that also. She said I had a really dirty mind."

"She told me that about you. She and I were close friends before I married my worthless ex-husband. We were in the same book club."

Really, I thought. So that's how she came to be on both lists. Louis Calevino handled her divorce and she was in Lynn's book club. "I hope she didn't share the details of my dirty mind with you." As I spoke I smeared a drop of precum about the head of my cock.

Chrissy giggled. "Well sometimes. But if there too many people around, Karen would object to anyone getting explicit about sex.

"Karen?"

"Karen O Conner, the deacon's wife. She is very starched. Won't even let us read racy romantic novels."

Interesting I thought. Karen O Conner was on the list too. If she wouldn't let the book club read racy novels why would my late wife think I should be able to seduce her by just asking? I put the thought aside for later consideration.

"So tell me Tom, what are some of the nasty things you and Lynn used to do?"

I took another sip of wine while I thought and then proceeded to tell her about an evening Lynn and I had spent with her parents a year before we were married.

I smiled as I thought about what I was about to tell Chrissy. Yes this story would be nasty enough:

Lynn and I were visiting her parents for Thanksgiving. It was the first time I had met them. Her mother had arranged separate bedrooms for us the night before and we had been busy with family things all day. In those days Lynn and I had barely discovered sex and we were exploring new ways to enjoy it at least a couple of times a day and more frequently if possible. We were both horny as hell but we were on our best behavior for this 'meet the parents' visit.

Lynn and I were sitting side by side at the dinner table opposite her parents. Midway through dinner I dropped a fork to the floor. When I bent down to pick it up and was shocked to see that Lynn's mom had her hand in her father's lap obviously stroking her his cock. Returning to the table I laid my hand on Lynn's thigh and began to drag her skirt upward. She didn't stop me. By that point in our relationship Lynn had adopted a policy of never stopping me, but she did give me worried look.

I noticed we were out of wine and I asked Lynn's father whether I could open another bottle for him. He said, "Sure why not. Let's open the second bottle. It's in the kitchen. Lynn can show you where the cork screw is." I think he was too busy enjoying his wife's hand job to think that my request for more wine was inappropriate or maybe he just wanted to get Lynn and I out of the room so he could molest his wife as she was him.

When we got to the kitchen Lynn said, "All right Tom. What's up?"

"Your Mother is giving you father a hand job."

"What?"

"When I was retrieving my fork I saw her hand in his lap stroking him."

"That's outrageous, especially after she put us in separate bedrooms. What shall we do?"

"First let's give them a little more time. If it was you and me, we would probably have escalated."

Lynn smirked and said, "Yeah if it was us you would be fucking me on the table by now."

"Are your parents like that?" I asked.

"Who knows. No one ever talked about sex around here when I was growing up. I barely knew it existed until I met you."

"You're a fast learner," I replied.

She laughed. "That's because you're a great teacher you horny old man (I was two months older than Lynn but she never let me forget it). But that doesn't matter. What are we going to do about my parents?"

"Hmm. Follow my lead. I'm going to see if I can get us back into one bedroom for tonight."

"Ooh. I like the way you think," she said as she reached down and stroked my cock through my slacks.

So we stalled around a little and then came back out but not until we had both taken our underpants off so we were going back out dressed commando style. I carried the wine around and refilled her father's glass. When I did that I saw him rapidly remove his hand from below the table and I noticed that his wife's skirt was pulled up into a pile in her lap. I looked across the table at Lynn and winked. That was our sign for her to pull her skirt up over her hips. The game was on. By this time I had an enormous erection which was making a significant tent in my trousers. As I poured more wine for Lynn's mother I let the lump in my trousers brush her shoulder. When I returned to the other side of the table I did the same thing for Lynn as I poured her wine. I was sure Lynn's mother saw me rubbing my cock on her daughter's shoulder but she just stared in silence and put her hand back under the table, presumably on her husband's cock. Once I sat down I reached down and began to finger fuck my wife to be.

Dinner was very quiet after that and not surprisingly everyone had at least one hand under the table. I decided that at least Lynn's mother knew their cover was blown but just to make sure I dropped my napkin and went for another dive under the table. Lynn's father's naked erect cock was out of his trousers now and her mother was continuing to stroke it. Her legs were spread wide and her father's hand was finger fucking her. No one made any effort to cover up even though they knew I was under the table.

Once I was back up looking across the table at my wife-to-be's obviously horny parents, I took a further leap. I put my hand back down under the table and slid a finger in and out of Lynn's juicy cunt. Pulling my hand back up I looked directly at Lynn's mother as I sucked on my finger in as nasty a fashion as I could. "Tell me Mrs. Carlile, do you and your husband like porn?" I put my hand back under the table and resumed molesting my wife to be while I waited for an answer.

Lynn's mother gave me a long hard look like she was sizing me up. She knew she and her husband were busted, but what kind of pervert was this guy her daughter had brought home? Lynn and her father added nothing to the conversation simply waiting to watch her mother's reaction to my outrageous question.

Having apparently decided what she thought of me, she smiled and said, "Why yes we do like porn. We have a rather extensive collection that we watch regularly. Would you and Lynn like to watch some with us after we finish dinner?"

She had called my bluff. Lynn and her father continued to watch in silence waiting to see how I would respond to her call.

"That might be very interesting," I responded. "Do you have one that starts out with two couples at dinner who are fingering each other under the table?" I asked doubling down to her call.

Her father coughed but continued in his silence. Lynn gasped a bit, but it wasn't clear whether she was telling me I was going too far or because I had touched her clit. I was beyond worrying about it.

"No I don't think we do," my mother-in-law to be said "but that's a very creative idea. That's one of the things I like about porn. It's always based on an absurd premise. Who would do such a thing?"

"I really have no idea?" I responded. "It would require four people with very nasty minds."

That was when her father spoke up. "Is this the part where the two couples jump out of their chairs and fuck their partners silly on the dinner table?"

"No Harold," Lynn's mother said. "This is not an incest movie."

"But his may be the point in the movie where the two couples take turns eating their partner under the table," I said.

"What a most creative idea," Lynn's mother said just before she disappeared under the table. I quickly followed her lead. I dropped beneath my wife's legs and quickly ate her to a screaming climax. I looked back over my shoulder just once to see Lynn's mother gobbling her father's cock. When Lynn screamed in her climax I heard her father groan as he unloaded into his wife's mouth.

"And then did you reciprocate. I mean did Lynn suck you off while her father ate her mother's pussy?" Chrissy asked.

"Of course. And Lynn's mother screamed even louder than Lynn did. Then both couples adjourned to a bedroom and fucked each other silly. The dinner dishes were still on the table the next morning."

"Not a foursome Tom?" Chrissy asked.

"Oh my Chrissy. That would have been totally inappropriate for a meet the parents dinner."

She laughed at me. "Oh my that was very nasty Tom. Talking to your future in-laws that way."

"Well she started it. I just dropped my fork and everything went from there with no one seeming to object."

Chrissy laughed again. "No wonder Lynn wouldn't tell that story in front of Karen O Conner at our book club. Karen would have had a stroke." Perhaps I thought, but how did Karen get on Lynn's list of women I could easily seduce.

"One question Tom," Chrissy said. "Do you really expect me to believe that story is true?"

"Does it matter? I asked with a sly grin. "You wanted to know if I had a dirty mind."

She laughed. "Okay. You win on that. You really have a dirty mind whether it's true or not. Let's go upstairs and pick up where we left off the last time you were here. This whole conversation is making me very horny."

I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening fucking and sucking with Chrissy in her oversized bed. We had been in too big a hurry at our first encounter to bother with much in the way of foreplay so we started out by lying naked together on the bed and necking like teenagers. Like any college age male I soon migrated to her tits and spent many minutes massaging licking and sucking on them until I finally drove her to a minor orgasm just with that. Her pointy tits were so sexy; even more sexy later when she was riding my cock cowgirl style and letting them hang down and swing over my chest. And fucking her from behind, doggy style was even better. There was a mirror on the wall that allowed me to look at the two of us and to watch Chrissy's lovely tits swinging back and forth below her as I pounded away on her and she groaned and cried in enjoyment. It was a perfect second fuck after our hurried coupling on her back porch a week or so earlier.

Chrissy was a great evening of sex with a beautiful woman. It wasn't nearly so intense as my sex with Linda Calevino was. Linda was always charging ahead to the next orgasm like she was keeping score. Chrissy was a lot more mellow. When she climaxed she just wanted to cuddle with me almost like a purring cat. Then at some point she would come back to life and begin sucking my cock to make sure it was hard enough for the next adventure she had in mind. It was nice; very relaxing.

* * * * *

It was only a couple of days later when my late wife once again materialized alongside me on the deck of my patio. She was naked this time. "Did you wear your skirt and blouse out visiting other people from your past," I asked.

"No I just forgot. I told you that we don't wear clothes much where I am now."

"Well It's nice to see you," I said. I could feel my cock stirring in the shorts I was wearing. I had come to look forward to these mutual masturbation sessions with my late wife.

"Is it really," she said, spreading her legs to give me a good look at her gleaming pussy. "Can you show me how nice it is?"

I rotated so my back was to the river and opened my trousers to let my partially engorged cock into the sunlight. We sat in silence for a long while, quietly masturbating as we enjoyed the warm late summer sun.

"I do love your visits," I said, as I stroked my cock. "But usually you have an agenda beyond just making me cum."

"Nothing special. Just a check on your love life."

"While I'm not in love, I have been getting laid regularly," I said.

"Good, I'm glad to hear that. You're still doing Linda Calevino?"

"She's been busy lately. Selling lots of real estate. If there is one thing the Calevinos love more than sex it's making money."

Lynn laughed. "I hadn't thought about it but that is true for both of them. So have you found someone else?"

"Chrissy Richardson."

"Oh my. She's the richest lady in town. She was in my book club. I liked her. She has a dirty mind."

"So I've discovered. She wanted proof that I had a dirty mind so I told her about that time we went to visit your parents and the four of us were all masturbating each other under the dinner table."

"Where did you get that absurd story?"

"I made it up."

"And did she believe you?"

"Not sure but it didn't matter. She said it was proof that I had a dirty mind even if I just made it up. Then we spent the afternoon fucking and sucking in her big bedroom. It was lovely. She's not near so intense as Linda Calevino. Just likes to spend an afternoon casually getting each other off. I liked her tits. They're not big like yours and Linda's but they are a nice handful and fun to play with."

"You are a dirty man Tom Brandes," my late wife said. "A dirty man with a dirty mind."

I chuckled. "Thank you my dear. I always felt that was one of the things you loved best about me. That and my hard cock."

Lynn smiled in agreement.

"So are you a regular with Chrissy now?" she asked.

"That's a little hard to say. She is a little like Linda Calevino: happy to fuck me from time to time when her schedule allows. With all the things she owns and the charities she supports she has a very busy calendar."

Lynn winked at me. "She will find time for you."

Thanks for the encouragement," I said.

"I'm getting close to cumming as I sit here masturbating with my late wife whose mind is even dirtier than mine," I said. "But before we get off and you disappear there is one more question I have to ask."

"And that is?" she asked. Her legs were spread wide and she had two fingers in her cunt now sawing in and out with a slurping noise. So nasty sitting in the sun doing this with my late wife, I thought.

"Tell me about Karen O'Conner, the deacon's wife? Chrissy said she was so starched that she wouldn't even let your book club read racy books. But she is on your list of women who would like to fuck me. Why?"

Lynn laughed. "Karen was such a fraud. I guess Chrissy never found out. Karen's husband the Deacon was not much in bed or better stated simply not there at all. Karen got desperate and started doing it with the golf pro from our club but she was so afraid that everyone would find out that she adopted a super conservative personality."

"How did you find out?"

"I found them fucking in the pro's car in the parking lot one afternoon. He was sitting in the passenger seat with it laid back and Karen was sitting on top of him riding him for all she was worth. Her big tits were flopping around and she was groaning as he put it to her."

"Oh. And what did you do?"

"I walked up to the open window and said, 'Hello Karen. Several of the of the girls in the book club have been wondering how he would be.' Later she swore me to secrecy. We got to know each other quite well. Once she decided I wouldn't tell anyone she told me a lot of details about her sex life. Karen thought the Deacon was likely gay because he couldn't show any interest in her. She just couldn't get by without sex so there were other men both before and after the golf pro. Believe me Tom, Karen is horny and she isn't getting any from the Deacon. Just ask her and you'll get laid."

Then we both got off and my late wife faded away into nothing. As I sat there finishing my beer I decided I was going to have to go to church again. A chat on the church steps after service with the Deacon's wife might be very interesting.