A Most Congenial Widow

I put pen to paper now at last, concerning a secret I have kept for many years. Every person involved but myself has long left this country, or indeed this mortal coil, but still I promised confidence, and so will not mention the exact place or time this all occurred.

When I was a younger man, I moved many times. Each town had its own charms and flaws, but one had a particular charm beyond any other, in the form of a woman whom I will refer to here only as the Lady.

I was out drinking one night, getting acquainted with the local businessmen, when I first heard the Lady mentioned. A young fellow I had been talking to, deep in his cups, complained that he had been unable to visit her. I managed to extract that she was a very attractive widow who lived in an estate on the edge of town, who was never seen to leave home, yet was rumored to entertain late-night visitors. His clumsy attempts to avoid my questions gave me suspicions about the nature of these visits.

Being a young bachelor, I was naturally curious about this rather congenial widow. I attempted to make subtle inquiries about her over the next few days. The only information I was able to procure was that one ought attempt to call in the evening, and ask her butler for an appointment. He would schedule or deny such a visit as he pleased, and if denied it was unwise to press in any fashion.

The next evening I took a leisurely walk in my best suit. Her estate was quiet, the garden only minimally maintained, though the gate was well-oiled. Her butler answered the door the moment I knocked, having presumably seen me approach. He was an imposing fellow despite his gray hairs; I had a suspicion that he was an old soldier. I asked with the utmost politeness if his mistress might be available, whatever day and time was convenient for her.

He inquired politely as to the nature of the visit as he subtly looked me up and down.

"I have heard that the lady is a particularly charming hostess, and I should like to converse. On whatever topic she pleases." I stated, taking care not to imply too much with my tone. Even had I been wrong about everything, one could hardly take offense at such a statement.

"My lady enjoys conversation, but dislikes gossip," he replied, with a searching look.

"I avoid it myself."

He consulted a little black book.

"My lady will see you at eleven o'clock Tuesday night. Come early. Ensure you are well-rested. The dress code will be casual."

"I look forward to it." And indeed I did!

I took an afternoon nap that Tuesday, though it was difficult to fall asleep, and was at the estate by quarter to eleven. The butler let me in, took my jacket, and showed me to a comfortable chair in which to wait. A glass and a pitcher of water sat on a side table. He stood, silent and completely still, until a clock in the next room began to chime the hour. At the first chime, the butler spoke and went to open the door.

"She will see you now."

I found it odd that he waited on the time rather than a signal, but perhaps she was very punctual.

I entered with some trepidation. Surely, her affections were not as easily attained as a man might hope. Perhaps I had misunderstood the nature of this visit entirely. But then, I would merely need to make conversation for a little while and take my leave.

As I entered the sitting room, the lady entered from another door. She wore a silk dressing gown decorated with Chinese dragons swimming among clouds. Already a scandalous attire in which to greet a guest, the front was rather more open than one might expect, revealing just a little of her enticing breasts. With some effort, I was able to meet her eyes. They were green, and seemed to pierce straight through me and see my every desire. Her skin was unusually fair, though I could hardly guess her age. Her raven-black hair looked damp from a bath.

My hopes, and another part of me, rose immediately.

"Good evening," she said quite calmly. "You may undress. Once we begin, you will not speak unless told to. Other utterances are permitted."

That was a degree of boldness I had not expected! It took me a moment to begin undressing as I reeled.

As I removed my shirt and trousers, trying not to fumble too badly, she walked across the room, her eyes looking me up and down. She reached me just as I removed my drawers and my manhood sprang free. In one graceful motion, she knelt, her hands set calmly on her thighs, and took me between her lips - a favor I had never before received from a woman. As her tongue began to writhe most dexterously, the only thing my addled mind had to say was that her mouth was colder than I expected. I remembered the shocking warmth the first time I entered a woman, and this was different.

As her lips began to move slowly in and out, going a little further each time, I remembered a piece of advice I had gotten about this sort of favor, which rather conflicted with her instruction not to speak.

"Should I not warn you - "

She pulled herself from my cock, bringing her cool right hand to continue stroking it in the exact same meter, her eyes still locked to it.

"A good question for any other woman," she said approvingly, with a faint smile that somehow made my heart beat even faster. "But today you will finish when and how I decide. Now, be quiet."

She then put her other hand upon my chest, sliding it sensuously across my muscles, and suddenly shoved me back and sideways with surprising strength to fall onto a long couch. Her silk gown fell gently to the floor, revealing her in all her glory. She moved atop me, kissing me briefly as she gently took my cock inside her. It was somehow colder than her mouth, and I could not care in the slightest.

She began to rock slowly back and forth on top of me. After a few dozen such, she took my hand in hers, and placed it firmly upon her breast. So commanded, I put both my hands to use, stroking her nipples with no particular skill but great, though gentle, enthusiasm.

She seemed to hasten her efforts, and as my hands explored the land of milk and honey, I began to worry about my endurance. While this had not before been a problem, I had never been with a woman such as her.

Gazing into her emerald eyes, which seemed to grow brighter as she surged forward and back, forward and back, time blurred into a haze of pleasure. Every time I grew too close to climax, I tried to look surreptitiously about the room, cataloguing anything I could see, anything to distract from the vision of beauty enthusiastically pleasuring herself upon my cock. Each time it felt like walking away from the gates of heaven, but I dared not fail her.

There was a pleasant painting of some pastoral landscape, and a greater work of art exquisitely posed atop me. An antique marble bust of some Greek fellow, and a much finer bust in my very hands. An exquisite Persian rug, and the face that launched a thousand ships slowly leaned down to kiss me again, her gaze mesmerizing. She paused in her motion to kiss me thus, though leaving me still deep inside her, and just in time; I had been about to unwillingly disappoint her.

Her tongue duelled mine in a game I knew not the rules to, yet she was clearly winning.

When I was calm enough to last a little longer, she knew. She moved her hands from the couch to grip my sides firmly as she resumed her pleasure, faster this time. My arms had grown tired, yet I could not bear to take my hands away from their act of worship.

There was a harp in the corner, and her hands played up and down my ribs as she rocked harder. There was a painting of Aphrodite visiting a mortal, and the goddess descended onto my cock, faster and faster, and I let my hands fall as her breasts swung. With one wordless, triumphant cry, and an almost vicious smile, she convulsed for several thrusts, her cool hands crushing me like a vice, then stopped.

She leaned down one more time and kissed me again, her breath as steady and gentle as the first time. Somehow, despite her long exertion, she was not even breathing as hard as I, who had done nothing but endure the most difficult, most pleasant struggle of my life. Having gotten her fill, I hoped she would not leave me wanting.

She moved back a few steps, somehow making a backwards crawl look graceful, and took me into her cool mouth once more, her hands moving to grip my thighs. She worked much more swiftly this time, her lips sealed tightly, her tongue swirling around and around eagerly, her hair shifting artfully as her head bobbed up and down, my cock lightly tapping the back of her throat each time. I did not expect to last long, nor did I try to. The clock began to strike twelve, and she closed her eyes and moaned with delight as I climaxed explosively in her mouth. She pumped deeper, almost desperately, until the well was dry, and for two bells after. As she finally stopped, my tip nestled against the back of her throat, I felt her swallow. Opening her eyes with a blissful smile, she carefully caught a drop of my lust with her tongue before it could run too far, licked every inch of my shaft clean, sucked upon it powerfully, and as the last bell rang, swallowed again. Her mouth was warm now, or was I cold?

She stood, a goddess looking down at me.

"You may make another appointment on your way out," she said calmly as her elegant silk gown closed, clouds concealing heaven once again.

I could make no reply as she turned and left. I dressed sitting down lest I fall over. On my way out, the butler silently straightened my cravat, returned my jacket, and opened his book.

"The lady is available in two weeks, Tuesday, at the same time."

"I would be delighted," I replied, somewhat unsteadily, and as he wrote in his book, I walked very carefully out the door.