Chapter 1

Karla was heart broken as she looked upon the dead body of her husband of seven years. Her mind was going in a million directions at once. What am I going to do? His money covered the mortgage, how am I going to pay off his debate? My rock is gone, my partner is gone, my friend and lover is gone.

It took about fifteen minutes before Karla's headstone spinning. Her tears dried up and she began thinking of the happy times she had with her hfusband. How he went through some much to make Valentine's day so special for her. The flowers, all the balloons, candy, candles and he even learned how to make her favorite mixed drink Madurai Sours.

Her heart melted when he treated her like a Queen and the love they made. Her nipples and lit throb at the thought. She thought about watching his big cock sink into her wet pussy by candle light. She couldn't remember how many times they played out that act.

As she recounted thought after thought of her husband beating up her kitty cat her pussy became wet right there in the mortuary. The grief of loosening her husband and the thoughts of how good a lover he was made Karla soak and wet. The wet part she could deal with, but, her throbbing clit was driving her wild.

Before she knew it she had lifted up her dress and began to massage her pussy through her silk black panties. The sensation grew as she looked over at her deceased husband. It was as if she could his genital approval. He always did enjoy a good masturbating show.

"Do you like what your pudenda is showing you? My thoughts of your big dick has me wet and horny," she spoke out to her deceased husband. The sensation began to mount as her juices ran down her inner thigh, but, she couldn't climax.

In her head she heard her husband asking her to ride his cock one last time. Really, she thought to her self. I couldn't she thought, then it hit her, why not, he's my husband? Next thing she knew she was sliding out her wet black silk pantie.

Karla heard her husband telling her to fish his cock out and ride his dick. Zip, went the pants that covered her husband. She never felt his cock so cool, but, it still felt like his big dick as her clit jumped.

Her grief drove her to believe her husband was alive and urging her to ride his cock. Karla was certainly wet enough to slide down on his stiff cock. As she found herself climbing unto the table and take her husband's cock in her hand.

The cool penis gave her a different sensation as it pushed pasted her wet pussy lips. But, her hot pussy welcomed her husband's cool cock. Her clit and pussy lips quiver as she slide down his cock.

It had been two weeks since Karla had some dick in her hot pussy. She didn't consider her self a nympho, but, if she didn't get some at least twice a week she would become increasingly horny. So, fucking her dead husband's dick was what she needed.

Once she had him all the way in her she began to rotate her hips let than right. Her grief in the form of her husband's spirit moaned like she never heard him moan before. It sent chills of sensation up her spin as her clit throb.

Her husband was very dominant and she rarely was in charge in the bed. So, her new sensation as she moved her hips left than right was a since of dominance. Her heart swelled as she did what she wanted to her husband's cock. Up down, left than right.

This was turning into one of the best truck's she ever had. She never knew being in control gave her eroticism a boost. She lost control as she rode her husband's cock. Her nipples were more sensitive and more erect than they had ever been as pleasure was driving her wild.

Karla striped off the rest of her clothes as she rode her husband's dick up and down. Gyrating her hips left and right as her climax was soon upon her. She squealed out in sweet ecstasy, but, being in control she kept fucking her husband's cock.

This time her focus became her erect sensitive nipples as her clit rode her husband's stiff big dick. Her grief took on life. She could hear her husband's spirit telling her, "to ride his cock. Swing them hips and fucked your husband's cock, he demanded!"

Karla was in her own erotic world, she didn't even notice the funeral director son slip in and began to watch her fucked her deceased husband. The twenty year old was fascinated as he watched Karla in all her glory. To see a woman in this kind of grief turned him on. He couldn't help, but, take out his big cock and begin to stroke it as he watched the grieving widow.

He watched her moan and groan, he watched her pinch and caress her nipples. He watched as she rode her deceased husband's cock up and down. How she worked her hips left than right. Karla was putting on one hell of a show for the young man.

Karla was nearing a powerful climax as the grief told her how good and well her pussy felt. Fuck your husband the grief told her as she rode her deceased husband's dick. Her back arched putting her fat swollen clit into position, to rub against her husband's cock when she laidback down his pole. The first few inches sent sweet sensation to the tips of her nipples. The pleasure came back down her spine to meet the pleasure of her finishing her slide down her husband's cock. The meeting of pleasure rocked her world as her orgasm satisfied her soul.