Healing The Widower [MF]

*“I cannot believe you are here on my turf. I saw people looking. Soon it will be all ‘Oh there goes
that woman from that sex show’. Oh it runs deeper than that.”*

*“Just a little infamy and probably deserved…I am here on a mission and well…I cannot quite fly
you to the moon and back but we can get close!”*

*“Oh it is a mission I want to accept. and I am prepared. I know I may cry and get upset but I do
want heaven of some sort. Like I said, cannot believe you are in my town just for me.”*

I giggled as we got into the car and drove home. Before I knew it, I had arrived. A wooden house
in the forest with four bedrooms and scenic views. The house was feeling empty. They first
bought it in the early ‘70s. One bedroom was an office of sorts. They just leased it out for six
years before returning with just Kirby in tow and by the end of the decade, Kirby had moved
out. It was Stuart alone in a huge house two of the bedrooms had become rooms
for wellness. I could hear the birds. It was peaceful and far more peaceful than anywhere else I
had been in recent times.

*“Well, I think we could do with watching Star Trek movies. We were supposed to do that some
time ago but then Dewsbury ended up in hospital with that virus. Tell me if that doesn’t quite
float your boat though I know it does. I have memories of LSD back in the day.”*

We did just that. I remember a somewhat trippy conversation with Stuart about the first film in
1989. I was forever defending “Star Trek: The Motion Picture” because people accused it of
being slow and boring. Granted, it is not the most action packed movie but it is thought
provoking in the highest order.

Meanwhile there was dinner. The spices filled the air. Muted
lights along with the sunflowers on the dinner table. I still had a hard time believing I was there.
In the back of my mind was the fact that after today, things wouldn’t quite be the same. We
would get along fine as always but we could both walk around with smiles on our faces and yet
more blushing.

*“So your brother used to give me so much shit because every time I saw you, I blushed and I was never
sure why. I told him it is not often you find someone as gorgeous as he is, let alone a brother
who is not a twin yet equally as sexy to look at. I loved that contrast in personality.”*

*“I noticed you blushing and I didn’t want to question it. Even though people could tell him and I
apart, a lot of people did think we were twins. Close enough in age to be twins. But Stephen was
always more go getting than me. I hated the fact I went through police college, ended up
stationed and ended up quitting. I was so disappointed but after all the drama I
went through to get in, all the training to find I wasn’t happy. I felt so bad about it but he was
the one who tapped me on the shoulder and told me it was okay. He knew I had other dreams
to fulfil. That was when I found out Minnie was interesting in forming a folk rock band. Anyhow
she did see me at Sam’s engagement party and told me of 1966. She signed me on then and I ended up with a wonderful career with the guitar, keys and violin and occasional vocals in Made
Of Glass. A successful business in massage, yoga and couples therapy. Happily married with a
bit of spice on the side and two children who are very much at home in their band. I have been
happy. It was only in the last few years things were not going so well and that was only because
my wife was terminally ill.”*

He got upset at that point. We both got up to hug one another. I had barely seen Stuart in the
last few years because of Tracy’s illness. She didn’t want anyone to see her in that state.

*“Now I will be okay but of course, I am still going to grieve because she was taken from me long
before her time. I spent all my life feeling far more spiritually enlightened than anyone else but
all of that failed me last year. It was hard enough with Dad gone and the kids having moved out.
Time be the healer. Tracy was right. A lot of the people we used to associate disappeared the
moment she became unwell. So yes, thank fuck I kept my contacts from the music industry.”*

*“Yes and one of them happens to be here now. Now did you want my help with the washing
up?”*

*“No, I can do it. Might be good just to let a bit of emotion out.”*

*“All good, well I am going to go unpack some of my stuff. I won’t be too long.”*

I unzipped my suitcase in the bedroom. All signs of Tracy were gone bar a photo from their
wedding in 1969. Tracy was the pregnant bride and I perused the shot for the familiar faces.
Sam and Darren, there was Stephen looking impossibly gorgeous. Minnie with Theo and the other
band members of Made Of Glass. I am not one to question how one mourns another and I was
intimidated by the contents of my own case. I admit, Stephen helped me. I was too embarrassed to
go near a sex shop so Stephen did the honour of getting me the red rubber top that let my boobs
free, the red rubber opera gloves and the red rubber crotchless panties. He knew what their
purpose was. It was time to transform myself into the mistress. Something which took time
because rubber is hard to get on. I did the brush of the hair before I put on a wig. Rainbow
pastel hair was not going to work so I went with black. The most red lipstick I could find. There were the thigh high boots and well…there was the strap on. A new one. I then heard him call out
to me. Ok, here goes everything.

He was facing the sink when I came from behind and wrapped my arms around him. Frozen on
the spot still sporting his washing up gloves…

*“Oh Miss…you may not take me to the moon but does Andromeda take your fancy?”*

*“Pet, do you remember six years ago? You called me when I was overseas and you never quite
explained why you called me. I was taken aback. But I remember it as if it was yesterday. You
wanted a mistress who wore red rubber. Can you feel me…?”*

*“I can feel something…”*

*“I would hope you could, my gorgeous pet. It is long, thick…and I am sure your backside is a
worthy recipient.”*

*“I am sorry I still have my dish washing gloves on, Miss. What would you like me to do?”*

*“Just stand there…”*

I slipped his pants down and immediately I noticed the hard on. I hadn’t seen Stuart’s
appendage before. I was impressed. The underwear came down and he sprung out as his
breathing became heavier. I took a firm grasp of his cock while my other hand traced up the
skin. He had a lovely body for a forty-seven-year-old. I slipped a finger into his mouth and he
immediately began to suck on it. Ooh he has been well trained!

*“I am quite impressed, my pet. That is a delicious cock you have there. I am looking forward to
seeing how it will react. Now, as you know, I am not a cruel mistress. I am not into denial. I am
also not into pain. I just like having control. I enjoy watching reactions. Now come along, take
those pants off and go into the bedroom, please. Oh…and turn around and take in what you see.
I do not wear this get up for just anybody.”*

He found himself nude from the waist down and the washing gloves came off. I will never forget
the look of stars in his eyes.

*“Can I feel what you are wearing, Miss? I want to make sure this is
real.”*

*“Yes, Pet. You may.”*

To be honest, I would have been okay with almost everything. I do recall writing in my diary how
I loved being the plaything and the fantasy. It was being played out here for him. I was definitely
inspired by the phone sex of ’86. His slightly shaky hands stroked the shine of the rubber and I
could see a slight moment of hesitation when he came across the strap on *“and yes, Pet. If you
want to feel my cock, do so. Even better perhaps you should suck my cock too.”*

His hand stroked the rubber manhood. And like any good sub should, he took me in his mouth. I
was so hellishly turned on by his compliance.

*“Now if only my cock was real. I can tell you really
enjoy sucking cock and I only wish I could ejaculate in your mouth as reward. Come with me to
your room.”*

I really had to get rid of any qualms I had about being in a widower’s bedroom. Like I said, the
evidence of Tracy was scant. In conversations with Stuart after her passing, he had got ridden
of a lot of her personal effects. It was part of his healing and spiritual separation. Everyone has
different coping mechanisms for acute grief, and there he was, sucking on my tits. If you had
asked me back in 1967 if I had thought I would be doing this with him, I would have choked with
laughter.

*“I am so proud of you, delicious pet. Barely a word said and you seem to know what you want to
do. I am not a cruel mistress who wishes to stop you from seeing what I do though I can
understand the appeal of sensory deprivation. But if I can silence you, I will. Because I know
once I am in you, being quiet will be impossible. Do you wish to speak?”*

*“I do, Miss. You are so kind to me and I had a lot of dreams late at night of how tonight would
be. I hope you won’t mind if I let emotions run wild afterward. I don’t want you to think I am
weak or needy.”*

*”Pet…if you cry after, I get it. I know you won’t be crying from regret. You will cry because you
are vulnerable and require my care just as your last mistress instructed. We are fulfilling her
wishes. It does not make you weak or needy. You need love. I have it. Now I want you to lay on
your back and raise your arms towards the headboard. Your late mistress instructed me with
your safe words and sounds. So do not hesitate to use them if you feel you have to. I will stop
immediately”*

He did as I asked. Such a delectable body. I tied his hands to the headboard. I slipped a gag in
his mouth. Then it was a cock ring to make sure his erection was damn obvious. His look had
me chomping at the bit. I kept the lubricant close by as I slipped a condom onto the strap on.

*“I
hope you are ready for me, Pet. You need to receive my big cock. I am going to fuck you hard”*

I spread his cheeks and squirted a little more lube around his ass. As I slid the strap on in, I saw
his muscle clench…as if his cock couldn’t get any harder. It jerked violently and I was worried he
was going to cum just like that. No. This is a man I know had stamina. I fucked him and the
muffled sounds of his pleasure were some of the hottest sounds I had heard from a man. We
kept looking at each other and it only pushed me to fuck him harder. The cock kept twitching. I
lubed up my gloved hands and started jerking him off. The shaking was insane as he broke into
a sweat.

*“My delicious pet…you enjoy receiving my cock no matter where I insert it. You feel so
good on my cock and your cock feels so good in my hands. If you want to cum, you can. I
know you want to…cum for me, Pet”*

As I firmly stroked his dick, I saw his balls retract upwards and there it was. The violent spasm
and loud orgasm as he ejaculated all over his chest. I took the gloves off, removed the ring
before I pulled out, took the strap on off and set him free.
It is common for a submissive to become quite emotional after play. The sub drop was
something I was familiar with and I knew it would come for him. He burst into tears as I picked
him up off the bed into my arms. He shared the embrace.

*“Miss?”*

*“Stuart…you can call me by my name now. But yes?”*

*“Thank you. I feel like I just flew to heaven and I really do not want to come back down. I knew
tonight would be hard. A lot of the mundane things we did beforehand were things I hadn’t done
since Tracy died. It was most soothing and relaxing…and what we did just took my breath away.
I did it. I finally did it. Because fucking hell, I dreamed about you doing that to me for years”*…he
started to giggle *“I mean, I look at what we did back in the ‘80s and the whole Rumour Has It
debacle we just laughed off…well it came true tonight!”*

*“Tracy had prepared me for what might happen. Emotions run stronger than others. You are the same as
me hence why we are such kindred spirits with one another. There was no doubt your love for
Tracy was as strong as any other relationship. I know you faced the confrontation head on when
others tried to tell you otherwise because your relationship was not conventional. I am also very
proud of you. You were having a lot of fun and enjoying it a lot. I was too”*

*“She also prepared me. I guess the only good thing to come out of it was the fact we had a time
window to adjust. Make plans. It doesn’t mean I fell out of love with her over time nor was I
ready to move on straight away once she had gone. But it meant I had time to think about how
life would be after. Throw myself into the business we built. The children are around a lot. The
few friends in town encourage me to go out for dinner and drinks and you know, I knew today
would be a mix of emotions. Not any of it bad”*

*“I am pleased. I really am. We are always here for you. I dote on you a great deal. Stephen spent a
lot of time over the last few weeks talking to me about grief and how it affects people differently.
We did talk about what plans I might have. But I did want tonight to just lead where it wants to
go. I am into making dreams come true. Now is there anything else you want me to do?”*

*“Well you are still in your gear, Miss. Will you sit on my face?”*

*“Yes, Pet. I would like that”*

Pegging him of course, made my pussy drip. I straddled his face and immediately saw my grool flood his face. I shoved my pussy down and suffocated him somewhat. No words needed to be said. He was lost in a world of his own, with the sweet liquor of pussy and the scent of acute sexuality smothering him. His tongue made velveteen movements over my clit. He grabbed my ass.

I knew I was not going to last.

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