The Widower
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 16: Sunday, A Day of Indulgence
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 16: Sunday, A Day of Indulgence - 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 Devotion
I woke to the soft, wet heat of Denise’s mouth sliding down my cock. Her lips stretched around the thick shaft as she took me inch by inch, her tongue swirling along the underside with slow, deliberate strokes. My hand found her hair, fingers threading through the dark strands as she worked me with the kind of worship that made my balls tighten.
“Fuck, Denise,” I groaned, voice still thick with sleep. “That’s it, baby. Take it all.”
She moaned around my length, the vibration traveling straight through me. Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking in rhythm with her mouth while her other hand cupped my balls, gently rolling them as she sucked harder. Spit ran down my shaft, coating her fingers as she worked me deeper, her throat relaxing to take more of my eight inches.
I watched her through half-lidded eyes. The way her cheeks hollowed, the way her eyes watered when she pushed past her gag reflex—it was beautiful. She pulled off with a wet gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my glistening cockhead.
“I love you so much, Mike,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. She licked a bead of precum from my tip. “I want to make sure you’re taken care of. Every day.”
Her mouth descended again, this time faster, more urgent. She bobbed her head, taking me to the back of her throat with each stroke. I could feel my orgasm building, pressure coiling at the base of my spine.
“I’m close,” I warned her, hips twitching upward.
Denise doubled down, sucking harder, her hand twisting around the base. My cock pulsed, and I came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting down her throat. She swallowed every drop, her throat working around me, not spilling a single bit. When she finally pulled off, she licked her lips and smiled up at me.
“Good morning,” she said sweetly.
I pulled her up and kissed her, tasting myself on her tongue. “My turn.”
I laid her back against the pillows and pushed her knees up to her chest, spreading her wide. Her pussy was already slick, lips parted and glistening. I started with long, slow licks from her entrance up to her clit, savoring the taste of her arousal. Denise moaned, her hands gripping the backs of her thighs to hold herself open for me.
I buried my tongue inside her, fucking her with it before moving lower. My mouth found her perineum, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin, then lower still to her tight little asshole. I circled it with my tongue, pressing gently, feeling her body tense and then relax under the attention.
“Oh god, Mike,” she gasped. “That feels so good. Don’t stop.”
I alternated between her pussy and her ass, licking and sucking until she was writhing beneath me. Her juices coated my chin as I focused on her clit, sucking the swollen nub between my lips while two fingers slid into her cunt. I curled them upward, finding that spot that made her cry out.
Her orgasm built slowly, her breathing growing ragged, her thighs trembling against my shoulders. When it hit, it rolled through her in waves—she convulsed, her pussy clenching around my fingers, her asshole twitching under my tongue. I kept licking her through it, drawing out every shudder until she finally went limp, panting and flushed.
We showered together, her soapy hands exploring my body as I returned the favor. By the time we were dressed and eating breakfast, the morning sun was streaming through the kitchen windows.
“The Picasso exhibit opens at eleven,” Denise reminded me, buttering toast. “We should leave soon if we want to beat the crowds.”
I nodded, already thinking about the afternoon. The harem Lauren had built for me was waiting, each woman with her own desires, her own way of honoring my late wife’s final wish. But for now, it was just Denise and me—two people in love, carrying out the promise we’d made to the woman who’d brought us together.
“Ready?” she asked, grabbing her purse.
“Always,” I said, and followed her out the door.
The Waxing Session
Denise and I had spent the afternoon at the Picasso exhibit downtown, her hand tucked into mine as we wandered through the galleries. She kept leaning into me, pointing out the bold lines and vivid colors, her red ponytail swinging with each excited turn of her head. By the time we got home, the house felt quiet—too quiet.
A muffled scream cut through the silence.
We followed the sound down the hall to Amy’s room. The door stood half-open. I pushed it wider and froze at the sight inside.
Amy sat astride Juanita’s face, completely naked, her firm runner’s body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Juanita lay on her back, equally bare, her arms pinned beneath Amy’s knees. Amy held a strip of wax in one hand and pressed it firmly against Juanita’s left armpit. She ripped it away in one swift motion. Juanita’s muffled cry vibrated straight into Amy’s pussy.
“Fuck, yes,” Amy hissed, grinding down harder. “Keep that tongue moving while I finish you.”
Juanita’s tongue worked frantically, lapping at Amy’s trimmed blonde folds. Wet sounds filled the room—slurping, sucking, the occasional gag when Amy rocked forward and forced Juanita’s nose against her clit. Amy’s small, firm breasts bounced with each movement, her long blonde ponytail swinging behind her.
I dropped into the armchair beside the bed and pulled Denise onto my lap. She settled with her back against my chest, her bubble butt pressing against the growing bulge in my jeans. I slid my hands under her sundress and found her already damp panties.
“Watch,” I whispered against her ear. “See how Amy uses her.”
Amy tore another strip from Juanita’s armpit. Juanita bucked, her scream muffled by Amy’s pussy, but her tongue never stopped moving. Amy reached down and pinched Juanita’s dark nipple hard, twisting it. Juanita’s hips jerked upward, and a fresh gush of wetness coated her inner thighs.
“God, you’re such a pain slut,” Amy growled. She pinched Juanita’s clit next, rolling the swollen nub between her fingers. Juanita came instantly, her thighs shaking, her tongue thrusting deeper into Amy’s cunt. Amy rode the orgasm, grinding down until her own breath hitched and she came with a sharp cry, flooding Juanita’s mouth with fresh cream.
I slipped my fingers under Denise’s panties and found her clit already stiff. She was soaked. I circled the sensitive bud slowly, matching the rhythm of Amy’s hips above Juanita’s face. Denise’s breathing grew ragged. She pressed back against my cock, her bubble butt grinding in small circles.
Amy moved lower. She spread wax across Juanita’s flat stomach, pressed the cloth strip down, and ripped. Juanita’s muffled scream made Amy’s thighs tremble. Amy leaned forward, grabbed Juanita’s other nipple, and pinched again. Another orgasm ripped through Juanita, her tongue working sloppily, spit and Amy’s juices running down her chin.
“More,” Amy demanded. She shifted, pressing her pussy harder against Juanita’s mouth. “Suck my clit while I finish your bush.”
Juanita obeyed, sealing her lips around Amy’s swollen clit and sucking hard. Amy’s head fell back, her small breasts thrust forward, nipples tight. She ripped another strip from Juanita’s mound, then another, each pull timed with a fresh pinch to Juanita’s clit or nipple. Juanita came again and again, her body jerking, her tongue never stopping its frantic work.
I pushed two fingers into Denise’s tight virgin pussy, thumb still circling her clit. She was dripping, her juices soaking through her panties and into my jeans. I could feel the heat of her, the way her inner walls fluttered around my fingers. She moaned softly, head resting back against my shoulder.
Amy finished the last strip on Juanita’s mound, leaving the skin smooth and pink. She tossed the wax aside and grabbed Juanita’s thighs, spreading them wide. “Now you’re going to make me come until I can’t see straight.”
She lowered herself again, riding Juanita’s face with purpose. Juanita’s tongue thrust deep, then flattened to lap broad strokes across Amy’s folds. Spit and slick juices coated Juanita’s cheeks and chin. Amy reached down, grabbed Juanita’s hair, and held her in place while she ground her clit against Juanita’s tongue.
“Fuck—yes—right there—don’t stop—” Amy’s voice broke into a series of sharp cries as she came again, her thighs shaking, fresh cream pouring into Juanita’s open mouth. Juanita swallowed greedily, tongue still working, chasing every drop.
I kept my fingers moving inside Denise, slow and steady, feeling her get wetter with every passing minute. Her panties were ruined, soaked through, the fabric clinging to my hand. She rocked against my fingers, her breath coming in short gasps.
Amy finally lifted off Juanita’s face, her pussy glistening, strings of spit and cum stretching between her folds and Juanita’s swollen lips. She looked over at us, eyes bright.
“Enjoying the show?” she asked, voice hoarse.
Denise could only nod, her hips still moving against my hand. I kept circling her clit, feeling her get closer, feeling the tension build in her slender body.
Juanita lay panting on the bed, skin pink and smooth where the wax had stripped her bare. Amy reached down and stroked her cheek, almost tender.
“Good girl,” Amy murmured. “Such a good little pain slut.”
Juanita smiled weakly, eyes glassy with pleasure.
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