33 comments/ 92128 views/ 95 favorites The Winsome Widow By: blin18 The Winsome Widow I wasn't exactly dressed for dinner and there was nothing in the fridge. I sensed a pizza delivery in my immediate future. I watched my finger gliding up and down my slit in the mirror and wondered what the pizza delivery boy would look like. "Really?" I asked. "Is there anything I could say to change your mind?" My soft and sexy voice actually titillating me more than Evan as I watched my reflection pleasure herself. "Probably yes," he laughed. "I think it's just a bunch of old geezers sitting around telling lewd stories from their salad days, but they're rich and powerful old geezers with more influence than the State Upper House, so ..." "So you're going." Statement, not a question. "Yeah," he said. "Can I make it up to you?" "Uh huh!" I replied brightly. "I have a surprise for you when you get home. Don't have too much to drink, okay?" "Sounds intriguing," he laughed. "Maybe I should come home right now." "Go have fun with your geezers," I said, letting him off the hook. "But don't be too late. And text me when you're on your way." "Done. Love you." "Love you too," I blew a kiss and hung up the phone. Well, what to do? I could rub out a quick orgasm and be horny again when he got home in four or five hours, or ... The thoughts of bondage and self-restraint and denial had me excited and the thought of denying myself a bit longer was strangely more arousing than it was disappointing. With a little reluctance but mounting excitement, I released myself from the spreader, put on a bath robe and went in search of a pizza menu. The Winsome Widow When he parked the car beneath our building, I left my dress around my waist and kept hold of his erection while we caught the lift up; I briefly wondered if anyone was monitoring the security camera. We got into the apartment without being seen, which was almost disappointing, and then went on with the role-play; I pretended reluctance again and he tried to bring me around, stroking my nipples, raising the price and edging me slowly into the bedroom. Ultimately, the sex was once again amazing. He fucked my mouth, my breasts, my pussy and even between my closed thighs, deliciously grazing my clitoris and making me come for the third time. He also came twice, once in my mouth and once in my pussy; but like last time he didn't get soft in between. In fact, he just seemed to get bigger and harder and when he finally entered my pussy, I had that first-time feeling of being opened up like a ripe virgin again, my pussy clinging and gripping at his thick manhood as he plunged all the way into my steaming core. The Winsome Widow "I'm kidding," I winked. "I'm pretty sure it's four." He pressed number four and rode up with me. Finally at my door, he was still holding my arm and my heart was trip-hammering in my chest; this was the critical moment, I knew if I could get him inside then I could get him into bed. "Thank you Riley," I turned and held him. "You're my chivalrous knight, tonight." Even on my heels, I was too short to reach his mouth, so I held his shoulders and pulled myself up to kiss him; a small one on the lips first, and then with an audible drawing of breath I kissed him harder, taking his lower lip between mine and pressing my breasts into his chest. "No, Alex," he said calmly, lifting his head back out of my reach. "Riley," I breathed, my eyes shut. "I want you. Kiss me." "Alex," he said calmly again, pausing long enough for me to open my eyes, wanting to find out how he was resisting me. "I'm gay." Oh, fuck! This was going to be a problem. How do I sexually blackmail a ... wait a moment ...? "Huh?" My face probably ranged through a kaleidoscope of emotions; from horniness to surprise, confusion and then dark satisfaction. "But I didn't ... Are you out?" He just looked at me, his face a mask of concern. "Riley," I said, stepping back and suddenly sober. "Come inside. We need to talk about The Winsome Widow." The Winsome Widow "Alex," I heard Riley breathe beside me. I had held the goddess longer than any of the others but still I felt disinclined to let her go. A powerful machinery inside me had begun to turn over; it had started with the warm flush, but now I could feel my nipples tingling and a wet warmth in my loins. I took one last opportunity to stroke her exposed breast and felt a direct electric connection from her nipple, though my finger, up my arm and down to my sex; I knew that given another thirty seconds with her in my hands that I would come without ever having touched myself. Reluctantly I passed her to my left; almost prising my hands off her slim form, fighting the desire to keep her for myself until the hot promise that had begun to burn in my loins was fulfilled. When finally I released her, I could still feel the connection; it was fading as she moved away from me but still there and tingling in my fingertips. My heart racing, I could hear my own breath coming in gasps and I caught Riley looking at me from the corner of my eye. I watched the goddess as she completed the circle and was placed in the centre of the table, and then I concentrated on controlling my breathing lest it develop into moans that would betray my gender. The Winsome Widow The other thing I noticed as I touched myself was that I was still insatiably horny; my orgasm hadn't quelled any of my need; if anything it had made me more desperate. The truth dawned on me with stunning clarity; I hadn't come at all, perhaps through the power of the idol I had actually experienced Evelyn's orgasm rather than my own. I began putting together what little I knew of the idol's power. Firstly, it made you indescribably horny and oversexed; undoubtedly it was this effect that explained Evan's and Riley's post-club sexual energy. Secondly, it channelled sexual sensation – or at least the recollection of that sensation – from one person to another; this explained how I was able to feel some of Johanssen's recalled feelings. I likened the sensation to picking up a radio signal, and in my case, the signal I picked up from Johanssen was filled with static because I was a woman. The real mystery is how I felt Evelyn's orgasm. It could have been my own imagination building an orgasm from Johanssen's description – and maybe I was mistaken about the ejaculation that I felt – but that didn't feel right; as real as the climax felt, it just didn't feel like mine. But if not mine, then whose? In a room full of men, where was the woman whose orgasm I tuned in to? The Winsome Widow "Evan!" I gasped, my hand over my mouth with shock and a ridiculous (considering the circumstances) fear of discovery, sitting as I was beneath the table with no disguise. But oddly, he didn't even look at me; he just knelt there, his cock thick and hard and pulsing with promising intent, calmly looking at Evelyn. "Evan?" I snapped my fingers at him, but he still ignored me. "He won't respond to you in this state," Evelyn said. "He's mine alone for now, although afterwards he won't remember me, just the feelings we share." I watched jealously as Evelyn beckoned with her hand again and Evan leaned down and kissed her softly, matching her movements as she opened her mouth to him. Without breaking the kiss, she took his erect cock in her hand and slowly lay back on the floor, drawing him along with her. Evelyn lifted her knees and the black satin swam down the length of her thighs to pool at her waist. I saw a flash of panties and then with a tiny flourish of her free hand they disappeared as Evelyn brought the thick head of Evan's cock to her entrance; touching it once, twice to her pussy lips to part them, her juices glistening on his throbbing purple head. With a third touch to her open sex, she seated him in her steaming hole and released his shaft, and then clasping both hands around his backside, she drew him into her, gasping and voicing a low moan as Evan's thick, pulsing rod glided all the way to the hilt in a single, fluid movement. Touching down softly on her smooth, shaved labia, Evan pulled most of the way out and thrust gently back inside, withdrawing once again at the gentlest of touches of his hard pubis against her softly glowing pussy lips. I could tell from Evelyn's mounting cries at the bottom of each stroke that his cock head was probing her cervix, breathlessly teasing her to a higher state of arousal. My jealousy of Evelyn taking my ex boyfriend – the man I still loved – had melted away instantly with the erotic joy of voyeurism. I had never watched a couple having sex before and was surprised at how erotic it felt. Spellbound, I gaped at Evelyn's tiny opening stretched rudely around Evan's thick manhood; her pink folds rippling over the bulging veins and ridges that glistened with her juices. At the top of every stroke I could see Evelyn's opening contract as she flexed her muscles; closing up her soft sheath and holding it tight for Evan's iron manhood to open anew with the next thrust. Without thinking what I was doing, I moved behind Evan and closed my arms around his broad chest, hugging him to my breasts and resting my chin on his shoulder. With an extra squeeze, I felt the power of the idol coursing through me and joining us; first mentally, as I channelled his manly lust, and then physically as with another dizzy lurch my body melted and merged into his. I could feel Evan in there with me; we both heard Evelyn's soft cries as she approached orgasm and we both felt the hot paradise of her love canal squeezing down on his cock; but it was me in the driver's seat for now. And oh, the ecstasy! Evelyn's wonderful heat tightly gripping what felt like a billion nerve endings in his cock ... MY cock, making them sing in a harmony of lust; the sublime friction as I pulled out of that silken sheath and the feeling of conquest as I drove back in, touching down on her cervix and making her cry out in mounting desire; it was so raw and powerful and animal and utterly unlike a woman's experience of being fucked. Still fucking her slowly and deeply, I brushed the gown's strap off her shoulder and pulled down the bodice to expose a full and perfect breast; I kissed around the nipple, feeling goose bumps rise beneath my lips, and then gently sucked her nipple into my mouth, compressing and nibbling the tip to Evelyn's obvious delight as she ran her hands up my powerful body and twined her long fingers though my hair. "I'm ready, my love," she gasped, her back arching and legs quivering with the galloping approach of her climax. I felt Evan's cock swell to the sound his lover's voice and he took back some of my control with a low, animal grunt; pushing into her more forcefully and mashing his pubis into her delicate labia. Oh my goodness; now THIS is fucking! With thrusting hips we drove Evan's eight inches into her tiny, tight canal; his knob pounding mercilessly into her cervix and his balls now coated with glistening pussy juice and slapping wetly against the tight cheeks of her ass as he (we?) lifted her off the floor with the sheer force of the impact on her poor, battered pussy lips. Evelyn quivered and finally came, her mouth open in a silent scream as she wrapped her heels around Evan's muscular thighs; fighting against his final thrusts and greedily trying to keep his cock deep inside her as she shook with the intensity of her climax. His breath coming in ragged gasps, Evan jerked and strained forwards, his thick glowing muscles twitching along his arms and down his back; and then with a cry he was coming – WE were coming – too. Like a trough before a powerful wave I felt his balls contract up towards the base of his cock, and then bulge outwards again as he delivered thick ropes of creamy seed deep into the hot core of Evelyn's womanhood. With her own climax winding down, Evelyn softened against him and released her locked heels from behind his thighs, allowing me to stroke Evan's cock slowly in and out, basking in the fading heat of our coupling as the combined juices of our lovemaking pumped weakly out around our junction and coated Evelyn's glowing labia in a sticky, beautiful mess.