I've always liked stories that start out with a rain storm pelting a large glass window nearly to the breaking point. Lighting that is so bright the whole sky is lighted making it day light. Thunder so loud that it about burst ones ear drums. However as this story started out is was an early May night with a bright moon that was almost full and stars so big you could reach up and grab a handful.
Rod; husband and father of two sat on the back porch in a well padded wicker chair with an iced glass in his hand enjoying the cool breeze. Martha his wife of twenty years was on the swing with her well shaped legs pulled up under her firm chubby behind. Martha was getting ready for bed when Rod wanted to go out and sit looking out across the back yard. Martha was naked under a thick terry cloth robe.
Rob said "Open your robe let me see your breasts. I want to see if the moon is bright enough to see those sweet globes?"
Martha smiled and without a word opened the robe wide enough to show her full round forty-four double D's.
Rod said "You would think after all these years I'd be past having a loving interest in your gorgeous juicy globes. I've never got over how much I love your breasts. Ever since that first night you allowed me to see the nipples and touch them. Guess I'm just a nut for tits."
He laughed and Martha said "I kind of feel that way about your dick. I loved the feel of it in my hand that same night if you remember rightly. I felt the warmth, the hardness and how I could feel the beat of your heart as I gripped it. I still love to feel your cock. Yes, yes I know you're going remind me that I also gave you your first blow job that night too."
Rod said "I wish I had kept count. You must have sucked me off a couple of thousand times since then." He laughed and said "I bet you've swallowed a gallon of semen since then."
Martha laughed out loud and said "Maybe more."
Off in the distance an Old wise Owl hooted as if to confirm the conversation he was listening too. Hoot, hoot and then the flutter of wings took it out of ear shot**.
A few minutes later Martha was on her knees in front of Rod's chair with his cock deep in her mouth. Rod moaned and lifted his ass off the chair as his cock jerked wildly. Martha swallowed milking his cock of every last drop licking the little mouth with the tip of her tongue getting all Rod had to offer.
Martha stood let her fingers trail a loving pattern across his fevered cheek. Martha went in through the kitchen and up stairs to the master bedroom.
Rod followed a few minutes later when his legs allowed him. He always wondered why it was that when a guy came his legs just about gave out. "What the hell did ejaculation have to due with his legs?"
Rod stopped in the kitchen to put his highball glass in the sink then followed Marta's foot steps up to bed.
Martha lay on her back with the twisted sheet around her waist leaving those full round breast with firm nipples pointing toward the ceiling as Rod took one last look then tip toed out the door hoping to get in eighteen holes and be back by a little after noon.
The phone rang waking Martha from a steamy dream. Martha was surrounded by several young men with massive erections all pointing at her. Martha was wondering which to suck first. She blinked shook her head not wanting to leave this circle of hard cock. She rolled over grabbing the phone off the night stand and crankily saying "Hello"
Twenty minutes later Martha was pulling into the hospital parking lot. Eyes bleary with tears she jumped out and ran in through the emergency entrance.
William Noble; Rod's golfing buddy caught her in his arms and held her from running wildly through the ER. William did not have to say anything. Just his arms firmly holding Martha told her she was too late.
Shaking and sobbing Martha leaned across the sheet covered body of her fifty one year old dead husband.
The funeral behind her Martha stood with the twins hugging her from both sides. The church had a lunch for the mourners and now only the widow and her two children were left to grieve in their own way.
Rodney junior drove his mother and sister Betty slowly home to a now lonely house. It was Friday and as Monday rolled around both kids kissed their mother and headed back to state college some one hundred miles away.
Martha went out on the back porch sat in the Wicker chair and held a lukewarm cup of coffee between her hands. Martha sat not seeing, not hearing not feeling anything. This was the first time she truly felt alone, really alone. She felt the weight of the loneness crush her chest. Her heart felt like it was about to stop due the pressure of the alone feeling.
