[MFF] I’m being loaned out to service her widowed friends (part 2)

I’ve received a bunch of requests for a follow-up but have been unbelievably swamped at work and real life. I will try to bang this one out quickly. I don’t feel like I am a very good writer under normal circumstances, so I hope you’ll forgive me if this isn’t the best prose.

If you haven’t read Part 1 [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/r4lkcw/mff_im_being_loaned_out_to_service_her_widowed/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/r4lkcw/mff_im_being_loaned_out_to_service_her_widowed/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

I left Andie’s place before dawn and made my way back to Rikki’s. She was asleep and snoring lightly. I crawled into bed with her, and she stirred, rolling over and kissing me. “You smell like sex; did she have fun?” she said.

“I’m pretty certain she did. Are you sure you’re ok with this? You haven’t been too interested in sharing before.” We had discussed fantasies in the past and MFF was definitely not on her menu.

Rikki stretched, rolled over, and sleepily said “I ‘m too tired to talk about his now, let do it in the morning.

I woke up sometime after 10 AM to the smell of coffee and eggs. I could still smell Andie on me, so I went and took a quick shower while replaying the nights activities in my head. I started to get stiff, but only partially. Still, I was impressed that I could even do that at my age. I toweled off, put on shorts and a t-shirt, and made my way down to the kitchen. Rikki was standing at the sink, and I came up behind her and kissed her neck. She pushed her butt back against me, grinding it back and forth. Apparently, I was a little sore as I instinctively pulled back. Rikki moaned her disappointment and chuckled softly. “Does she need something this morning?” I teased.

“What do you think? I was up half the night thinking about what my friend was getting to experience.” She was wearing one of my dress shirts that I had left at her place. My hand ran up the back of her thigh and I found that was all she was wearing. I could feel the heat radiating off her, and a quick graze of my fingers revealed her wetness. I spun her around and kissed her while grabbing her under her arms to lift her on the countertop. Once there I kissed her neck while undoing the buttons. My hands cupped her breasts and bought her nipples up to my mouth. I worked my way back and forth between her breasts, fingers pinching the nipple that wasn’t in my mouth. I brought two fingers to her mouth and forcefully pushed them in. She hungerly sucked on them. Sufficiently wet, I moved them between her legs and gently pressed. My fingers met little resistance as she had been anticipating this moment for some time. I don’t think she came immediately upon my digits entrance, but I know it wasn’t a full minute later. She flooded my hand and the countertop as she rocked back and forth involuntarily. My mouth found her sex and pulled her clit between my lips. This wasn’t a time for slow teasing, this was frantic, a means to an end (or three.) She was moving her hips so much that I had trouble keeping in contact with her, but whatever I could do seemed to be working. After a few minutes of this she pulled a long-hurried breath and forced my head away. “Stop stop stop STOP!” she exhaled. “That was more than enough to tide me over, but there is one other issue that you need to take care of…. Stephanie”

My shock must have registered on my face. Steph was far more conservative than the other Widhoes, and always seemed truly embarrassed when the other two got to reliving their most recent exploits. “Really? Are you sure?” I asked, stunned by the opportunity. Stephanie had always piqued my interest with her proper, well-to-do, composed WOMAN persona, but I never thought Any of my fantasies would come to life.

“We had a long conversation while you were at Andie’s. Long story short she decided that there was no good reason that the young hoes should have all the fun” Rikki said. “ALTHOUGH” she paused for emphasis, this is going to have to be much more like a date. You know, wine her, dine her, then 69 her?”

“Maybe I can cook her dinner next weekend” I suggested.

“Nope, you are cooking for her on Wednesday… Now let’s see if I can get your attention” she giggled as she dropped to her knees….

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