Vermilioncore
I know what frailty is, I know what the fear is
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This happened two and half years ago. My husband passed away from a cardiac arrest. During viewing at my home I had to use to use the washroom. The rooms were full with our friends and family so I decided to use the one at outside. This friend of my husband with whom I was sexual with, with my husband's permission saw me walking out and followed me.
The toilet was situated bit afar from the main building so no one was around. I saw him when I stepped inside and he too stepped in. I still don't know why I did what I did. Maybe to forget the grief for some moment, maybe to numb myself, to divert my mind to something else or maybe because I just a bad person.
He put his arm around me and that's what I wanted. "Do me", I mumbled. He pinned me against the wall and lifted my skirt up and slipped my panties to a side and entered me. He grabbed me by my ass cheeks as he pumped me hard. It was building inside me.
I asked him to stop and had him sit over the toilet seat and started to ride him. That's when he offered his condolences and I could no longer hold it and broke down crying. What a mess I was? I wept over his shoulder upon the demise of my loved one and at the same time I rode my loved one's best friend with every ounce of energy that was left in me.
He did his best to console me. He finished and filled me up. I adjusted my panties and then my skirt and never bothered to clean up. I wiped my tears off and kissed him and said a thank you. Then I walked back to my dearest, sat in front of him with another man's cum still inside me. And so was the case during the whole ceremony.
I am still active with this friend and I am not dating anyone romantically. He have introduced me to other friends as well, for sex, though he is still my main guy.
The toilet was situated bit afar from the main building so no one was around. I saw him when I stepped inside and he too stepped in. I still don't know why I did what I did. Maybe to forget the grief for some moment, maybe to numb myself, to divert my mind to something else or maybe because I just a bad person.
He put his arm around me and that's what I wanted. "Do me", I mumbled. He pinned me against the wall and lifted my skirt up and slipped my panties to a side and entered me. He grabbed me by my ass cheeks as he pumped me hard. It was building inside me.
I asked him to stop and had him sit over the toilet seat and started to ride him. That's when he offered his condolences and I could no longer hold it and broke down crying. What a mess I was? I wept over his shoulder upon the demise of my loved one and at the same time I rode my loved one's best friend with every ounce of energy that was left in me.
He did his best to console me. He finished and filled me up. I adjusted my panties and then my skirt and never bothered to clean up. I wiped my tears off and kissed him and said a thank you. Then I walked back to my dearest, sat in front of him with another man's cum still inside me. And so was the case during the whole ceremony.
I am still active with this friend and I am not dating anyone romantically. He have introduced me to other friends as well, for sex, though he is still my main guy.
