The Widower
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 11: Tuesday, No Longer a Secret
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11: Tuesday, No Longer a Secret - Mike’s was widowed in his 20’s by cancer. Lauren, his wife, knew he had a high sex drive, so before she died, she set up a harem for him.
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Upset Cuckold
The morning light barely filtered through the blinds when I felt the wet heat of a mouth wrapped around my cock. Amy knelt between my legs, her dark hair spilling over my thighs, her tongue working the underside of my shaft in slow, deliberate strokes. Denise lay curled on her side, breathing deep and even, one bare breast exposed above the sheet.
I reached down, grabbed a fistful of Amy’s hair, and pulled her off. She gasped as I flipped her onto her back and shoved her knees apart. Her pussy was already slick when I pushed inside. She moaned loud enough to wake the dead, but Denise only stirred, a sleepy smile tugging at her lips.
A door slammed downstairs.
“What the fuck?”
Phil stood in the bedroom doorway—tall, skinny, blond hair sticking up like he’d just rolled out of bed. His eyes went wide at the sight of his wife impaled on my cock.
He started shouting. “You piece of shit! You call yourself a friend? You’re fucking my wife in your own bed while your girlfriend sleeps right there?”
I pulled out of Amy with a wet sound and stood up. Phil’s rant cut off mid-sentence when he saw my cock—still hard, glistening with his wife’s juices, thick and heavy between my legs. He just stared.
“I’m not your friend,” I said. “You’re my neighbor. Amy and Lauren planned this together. They decided you weren’t giving her what she needed. She wants cock that actually fucks her hard and often. I’m happy to provide it as long as she wants it and Denise approves.”
Movement behind him caught my eye. Claire crept into the room, softball bat raised, eyes locked on Phil’s back. I shook my head once. “Claire, thank you. I’ve got it handled.” She lowered the bat, gave me a small nod, and slipped back down the hall without a word.
Phil was still sputtering when I turned to Amy. “You want to leave with him right now, or do you want me to finish what we started?”
Amy looked at her husband, then back at me. Her voice was calm. “Phil, do you want to fuck me right now?”
He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. “I—I’m too angry.”
She nodded like that settled everything. “Then go home. We’ll talk later.”
Phil backed out of the room, still staring at my cock, then turned and stomped down the stairs. The front door slammed a moment later.
Denise rolled onto her back, grinning. “Well that was dramatic.” She reached for my cock, wrapped her fingers around it, and stroked me back to full hardness with a few firm pulls. “Come here.”
I climbed back onto the bed. Amy spread her legs again without hesitation. Denise guided me inside her, then lay beside us, one hand between her own thighs while she watched. Amy came first—loud, shaking, nails digging into my back. I kept fucking her through it. She came again, then a third time, her pussy clenching so tight I had to grit my teeth to hold back.
When I finally pulled out, Denise was ready. She stroked me fast and tight until thick ropes of cum painted Amy’s stomach and tits. Amy moaned at the heat of it. Denise leaned down immediately, licking long stripes across Amy’s skin, gathering every drop. She crawled up, pressed her mouth to Amy’s, and let the cum spill between their tongues in a slow, filthy kiss.
Amy left ten minutes later, still flushed, promising to text when she got home. Denise and I showered together—her soapy hands sliding over my cock again, but we didn’t have time for another round. We dressed, grabbed coffee, and headed out the door like it was any other morning.
Except it wasn’t. And we both knew it wouldn’t be the last time Phil walked in on something he couldn’t unsee.
Another Working Lunch
I met Betty and Denise at Betty’s house for ‘lunch’. Betty seemed hesitant, so Denise said, “My old room.”
Betty blushed but didn’t resist. Once inside the bedroom, Denise turned to her mother first. She unbuttoned the older woman’s blouse with slow, careful fingers, sliding the fabric off Betty’s shoulders. The heavy breasts swayed free, nipples already tight. Denise knelt, hooked her fingers into her mother’s skirt and panties, and drew them down in one smooth motion. Betty stepped out of them, completely bare, and lay back on the bed with a soft sigh.
I stripped quickly, cock already half-hard. Denise crawled onto the mattress beside her mother. I turned to Denise first. Our mouths met in a slow, deep kiss. Her tongue brushed mine, warm and eager. Then I crawled onto the mattress beside Betty.
“Come here, sweetheart,” she murmured, arms open. I settled over her, our bodies aligning. Her mouth found mine again, softer than Denise’s, tasting faintly of mint. We kissed lazily while Denise’s hand slid between her mother’s thighs, stroking gently until Betty’s hips lifted.
Denise moved lower, kissing one full breast, then the other, sucking each nipple into her mouth until Betty moaned. I joined her, licking and sucking the other breast while my fingers traced down Betty’s soft belly. She spread her legs wider, whispering, “Please, sweetheart ... I need you inside me.”
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