The Widower
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 14: Friday, A Safe Place
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 14: Friday, A Safe Place - 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.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Cuckold Wimp Husband Mother Daughter Light Bond Rough Spanking Harem Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female White Couple Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Water Sports BBW Hairy Public Sex AI Generated
Morning Heat
I woke with my face practically already buried between Denise’s thighs, her long red hair fanned across the pillow. My tongue worked her clit in steady circles while two fingers pumped deep inside her slick pussy. She moaned and spread wider, one hand gripping my hair, the other clutching the sheet.
The bedroom door creaked. Claire padded in naked, her small tits barely moving, those long nipples already stiff. She climbed onto the bed, leaned over Denise, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Denise kissed back hungrily, then Claire settled beside her, legs parting. Her fingers found her own shaved pussy and began rubbing in quick little strokes.
Denise’s hips rocked against my mouth. “Fuck, Mike—don’t stop.” Her thighs trembled. I sucked her clit harder, curled my fingers, and she came with a sharp cry, pussy pulsing around my hand. I kept licking through the aftershocks until she pushed my head away, panting.
I rose over her, cock hard and slick. Denise pulled me down for a deep, open-mouthed kiss, tasting herself on my tongue. Then I turned to Claire. She lay there stroking herself, eyes wide. I cupped her face and gave her a firm, commanding kiss that left her lips parted and breathless.
“On your back,” I told her. She obeyed instantly. I moved between her narrow hips, lined up, and pushed my cock into her tight, wet pussy. Claire gasped and clutched my shoulders. I fucked her with steady, deep strokes while Denise watched, fingers lazily circling her own clit.
Claire’s long nipples brushed my chest with every thrust. Her pussy clenched around me. “Please,” she whispered. I drove harder, hips slapping against her. She came first, body arching, a soft cry escaping her. The squeeze of her cunt pushed me over; I buried myself deep and flooded her with cum.
Denise slid down immediately. She licked my cock clean with slow, thorough strokes, then moved to Claire’s dripping pussy, tongue lapping every drop of my load from her folds. Claire whimpered and spread wider, letting Denise finish the job.
We showered together, Denise and I. She soaped my cock while I washed her bubble butt, both of us still buzzing. Claire used the guest bath. By the time we dressed—Denise in her usual ponytail and jeans that hugged her ass, Claire in the black dress that showed off her legs—we were ready for work. I kissed them both at the door, one hand on Denise’s waist, the other giving Claire’s ass a possessive squeeze, then we headed out into the day.
Lunch at Betty’s
Betty met us at her front door wearing a silk robe that barely contained her full breasts. The moment the door closed behind us, she pulled me into a deep kiss, her tongue sliding against mine while her hands worked my belt open. Denise pressed close behind me, her fingers already tugging Betty’s robe off her shoulders.
“Michael,” Betty whispered against my lips, “I’ve been thinking about you all morning.” She sank to her knees right there in the entryway, taking my cock in her warm mouth with slow, loving strokes. Denise shed her clothes and knelt beside her mother, watching with hungry eyes as Betty worked my shaft.
Betty guided me to the living room couch. She lay back and spread her thick thighs, pulling me between them. I pushed into her wet heat while Denise straddled her mother’s face. Betty hesitated, but then pushed her tongue into Denise’s pussy, licking and sucking while I thrust deep into her. Denise rocked her hips, grinding down on her mother’s mouth, her hands reaching forward to pinch Betty’s stiff nipples.
We moved together on the couch, bodies slick with sweat. Betty came first, her pussy clenching around my cock as she moaned into Denise’s folds. Denise followed moments later, thighs trembling around Betty’s head. I buried myself deep and filled Betty with my load, her walls milking every drop.
We were still catching our breath, tangled together on the cushions, when my phone rang. Amy’s name flashed on the screen.
“Mike?” Her voice sounded weak. “I’m at County General. I need help.”
Denise and I dressed quickly. We called our offices, claimed family emergencies, and drove straight to the hospital. Betty stayed behind to clean up and promised to meet us later if needed.
Hospital Visit
Amy lay in a private room on the third floor. Purple bruises covered her face and arms. Her left eye was swollen shut. When she saw us, fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.
“Phil came home early,” she whispered. “I was lacing up my running shoes. He started screaming that I was a slut, that everyone knew I was fucking around.” She swallowed hard. “I told him he was a limp-dick bastard who couldn’t satisfy anyone. He just ... snapped.”
Denise sat on the edge of the bed and took Amy’s hand. I stood at the foot, fists clenched.
“He knocked me out cold,” Amy continued. “When I woke up, I called 911. The police took him away, but I don’t know what happens next.”
A nurse entered with discharge papers. Amy’s injuries weren’t life-threatening, but she needed rest and someone to watch her. Denise didn’t hesitate.
“You’re coming home with us,” she said firmly. “Mike has plenty of room.”
Amy looked between us, relief mixing with fresh tears. “Thank you. Both of you.”
Denise went to Amy’s house and brought back some clothes and we helped her dress. Every movement made her wince. The drive back was quiet. Amy sat in the back seat, staring out the window while Denise held her hand across the console.
By the time we reached my house, the afternoon sun was low. Denise helped Amy inside while I carried her small bag. We settled her in a room with fresh sheets and pain medication. Denise promised to stay with her while I went to make some calls. As I stepped into the hallway, my phone buzzed again. Betty’s name lit up the screen.
Evening at Home
I stepped into the hallway and answered Betty’s call. “Sweetheart, I just heard from Denise,” she said, her voice warm with concern. “How’s that poor girl doing?” I filled her in on Amy’s bruises, the fight with Phil, and the hospital discharge. Betty listened quietly, then said she’d bring dinner over. “Something comforting,” she promised. “I’ll see you soon.”
Next I dialed my mother. Mom picked up on the second ring. “Michael? What’s wrong?”
I explained the situation. She didn’t hesitate. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
When mom arrived, she went straight to the guest room. Amy sat propped against pillows, her face still swollen. Mom listened to the whole story, her expression growing harder with each detail. “Amy, I’d be honored to represent you,” she said. “This man needs to be stopped.”
I pulled a dollar from my wallet and pressed it into Mom’s hand. “Retainer,” I told her. Then I turned to Amy. “You owe me a dollar.”
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.