The Wanton Widow
Copyright© 2024 by BiWriter
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - This is a story I wrote some years ago. It was a writers challenge, to create an erotic story told from multiple points of view. This is the result, I broke it into multiple parts because of the length. It involves an average middle age couple and the sexiest widow you've ever seen.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting BBW Big Breasts
It all started about three months ago. Our only close neighbors were an elderly couple our family kind of adopted. Jake used to cut their grass, and the kids and I would visit, bring cookies, etc. A path through the woods was quickly worn in, connecting our back yards. It had finally gotten to the point where they were just unable to be alone, and so decided to move in with their eldest daughter in Florida.
The house stayed empty for several years, but eventually sold. A widow by the name of Carol Peyton moved in, doing a complete remodel to the house.
I walked over one day to introduce myself, and let me tell you Carol was unlike any widow I ever knew! Carol wasn’t much older than I, in her early 50’s. She was in great shape, blond hair, a light tan, and wow what a set of tits. She made my double D’s look small in comparison. Her hips were wide, her ass was a little plump but not bad. Same for tummy, not nearly as big as mine, but still not quite flat and trim, great for her age though.
Turns out Carol had married a man fifteen years her senior. An executive in a Chicago marketing firm, he had lived, worked, and partied hard all his life, which ended in a massive heart attack he had while fucking his secretary in the office late one night.
Being the pragmatist, Carol took the huge settlement from the insurance company and decided to move south to be closer to her only daughter, who was attending college nearby. Thus she had acquired the property next door.
I was a little in awe of Carol at first. I mean, she was so ... well to me almost perfect, house was impeccable, well designed, her body was in great shape. But she had a way of making me feel comfortable, and soon it was like we’d been best friends all our lives.
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