Widower finding purpose in loss

[Houstonguy30]

OOC: I am looking for an experienced writing partner to play the part of a young woman who comes to the rescue of a recently widowed older man. The woman has very little experience sexually and in fact has never had an orgasm. He and his wife had a very adventurous sex life and he would regale in giving her as many orgasms as possible in as many ways as they could. In fact, his wife and he designed their retirement home around the idea of exploring their sexuality for the rest of their days together but it wasn't finished until after she passed.

He is lost after losing his wife of many years and finds that special someone to help him find purpose again.

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IC:

Yet another Sunday evening, alone in this huge house that does nothing but remind me of her, I think as I sit up from the weight bench and grab the towel. I dab the sweat from my brow and look across to the elliptical machine wondering if I should do another 30 minutes.

No, not tonight. It's been almost a year and I've barely left the solitude of my mourning to go to the grocery store.

Instead of yet another sweaty session to try to rid myself of my pain, I decide to shower and go out to dinner. I need to reenter society sometime or I am going to remain here, alone in this house. A lonely, pathetic hermit.

I walk into the two person shower and turn on the overhead center rainfall head, letting the warm water cascade over my hair and face. My thoughts turn to her and the house.

The house was my late wife's and my dream house. Built around the singular purpose of spending as much time together as possible.
After our children went to college, we re-energized our sex life. It was then that I realized what I truly loved doing. I loved making her orgasm as many times as possible in a day. Challenging myself to do more than yesterday. I would often leave her passed out from the exertion of our lovemaking. Nothing was off limits as long as it brought her pleasure. Vibrators, toys, and seemingly endless lovmaking to eek out that "one more" orgasm from her.

When we had this realization, we decided to commission a new home, designed around our playtime together. We would ensure the house was completely private, have an amazing pool with an incredible view. We would have an area to "play" outside near the pool. We would have a hot tub designed specifically around the kind of sex we liked to have in them. An outdoor bed. And inside the house would be a "playroom," with furniture designed specifically for our favorite positions. Vibrators, Sybians, and room to add new toys and furniture.

Two months before we were to finally move in, she got the news. It was fast, and I lost her less than a month later.

Now here I am, alone in the house with no purpose.

I dress in grey slacks and a black shirt and grab the keys to the Mercedes. I mindlessly drive the 15 minutes to our favorite Mexican restaurant, not having visited since we found out about the cancer.

I ask for a table for one, in the corner. I am guided to the table and I sit down.

Then my life changes forever as I see her lithe, petite shape turn the corner and walk towards me. Her reddish blonde hair and green eyes sparkling as she speaks to me. I can't help myself as my eyes take in her shape, up and down her body, finally settling on her mouth which is now smiling.

"My goodness, you're gorgeous," I say without thinking. What did she say earlier? Did she ask me what I wanted to drink?

Her smile broadens, then changes to a smirk.

 

[Houstonguy30]

Bump

 

[Becaa57]

"Did you find my eyes???"
smiling as you flush
"You don't remember me do you?"

 

[Houstonguy30]

"Remember you? Um... I... No. Sorry." I rack my brain, trying to remember this gorgeous creature. Had I seen her here before? Perhaps she was in a different role at the restaurant, so I'm just not putting two and two together?

How could I not remember a woman, a girl really, this gorgeous? Then it dawns on me. It's because I was always here with my late wife. I didn't notice other women because I had everything I wanted in her. A sudden rush of mourning crushes over me as I involuntarily allow my face to slack in deep sadness as I picture sitting at this same table, laughing with my late wife.

I look up at the gorgeous girl, my emotions waying heavily on me. Quietly I say, "No... Sorry... I... don't."

 

[Becaa57]

I see you trying to remember who I am, but also so much sadness in your eyes. I decide not to give you too hard of a time.

"Well it was a while ago, but I lived next door to you and your late wife. My mom told me she passed, about a year ago? I am really sorry for you lose, she was a wonderful woman and always had time to talk to me. Helped me through a rough time"

Seeing you are still drawing a blank.

"My name is Rachel, this was hmmm about 10 years ago, my parents were Steve and Rebecca, they got divorced. Your wife helped me deal with that"

"I'm here alone as well, I don't want to push, but if you'd like some company I'd be happy to join you"

 

[Houstonguy30]

I listen, trying to focus on your words, but I mainly focus on how gorgeous your lips and eyes are. My eyes take in every sensual movement as you speak. I can feel my pulse rise unconsciously. I attempt to steel my resolve and try my best to focus on your words and not your beauty.

My mind starts doing the math. If you're talking about knowing me 10 years ago, you couldn't have been much older than your teens then. You're clearly under 30, maybe mid 20s. Then you say the words that jog my memory - Steve and Rebecca. They were acquaintances of ours one street over and they had this awkward and lanky daughter who hung out with our youngest daughter a bunch. There was a whole bunch of hubbub around the neighborhood with theories of the divorce when it happened. Everybody thought they knew something.

I shake myself from my visit to memory lane - "Rachel? You mean our Lindsay's friend, Rachel?" My throat catches for a second as I process what I've said, "our Lindsay's friend." There is no more "our" in my life. Helen is gone. It's one of those moments where you forget for a moment and then your own words remind you of the horror of your reality.

A few seconds pass as I process the emotion. While I process it my eyes linger over your incredible curves and your gorgeous, soft looking skin. My voice croaks a bit but I'm able to say, "WOW. You really grew up."

I suddenly realize I'm being incredibly rude. You're standing at my table asking to sit and I'm wasting time away in my own thoughts. I quickly stand and pull out the chair next to me and motion to it. "Yes, yes. Please sit."

 

[Becaa57]

I laugh softly at the way you finally remember who I am.
"Yes Lindsay's friend, although I have changed a tad since then, guess you've noticed that though. How is she? We lost touch when mom and I moved away."

I sit down in the chair you pulled out, a bit surprised it was in the chair next to you and not across from you, but at least you're letting me sit.

"The divorce was hard for me to deal with, I was at a very awkward time in my life. Mom just shut down, couldn't deal with it all, I blamed myself as well."

"Your wife saved me from getting into the wrong crowd and messing up my life. I tried to tell her, but she just brushed it off, that's what friends are for"

"I moved back into the area for work, a good time for to start over again anyways. I seem to have terrible luck with men. Thinking I should try women "

The waiter comes and brings me the drink I'd ordered before I saw you. Also drops off a menu.

"I'm glad this place is still here, we used to come here, before everything went south"

 

[Houstonguy30]

"Yeah, Helen was that way. She'd help anyone and just move on like everyone in the world would do the same thing. The world became a darker place the day she passed..." I'm suddenly grief stricken again. I came out to dinner to get my mind OFF mourning, not to wade in it. I look up from my downcast thought and see your gorgeous green eyes.

When you mention thinking about trying women, my naughty mind thinks back to when I let Helen engage in her sapphic desires. She loved to make another woman cum. She seemed to take it as a challenge, to make sure her new lover said, 'That was the best...' by the end of their lovemaking experience. We never shared a woman together, but Helen always came home from her 'girl-dates' and ravaged me.

"Lindsey is good. Married and pregnant with her first child. She and Joey stayed together all through High School and College. They moved away to the West Coast so we don't get to see them...." Shit, I did it again. "Um... *I* don't get to see them as much as *I* would like... sorry."

"So, tell me about what you've been doing over the last 10 years."

 

[Becaa57]

I see the grief on your face again.

Reaching out to take your hand
"I'm sorry I didn't meant to bring back memories, Helen was a wonderful woman and you were a lucky man"

"Very few people have what you had with her, remember the good times, the joy the two of you had"

"I am glad for Lindsey, tell her hi from me next time you talk to her please"

Looking at the menu

"So, what's good here?"

Trying to take you mind off your loss

 

[Houstonguy30]

I feel your hand touch mine and envelop it. It's the first feminine touch I've had in almost a year. My body betrays me and begins blood flowing to areas it hasn't flowed in some time. I unconsciously smile as I look at your hand.

"No, no. Don't apologize. I've couped myself up into this cocoon of pity and sadness for too long. It's why I decided to venture out to dinner finally tonight. I've had enough of being a sad little hermit. With that comes discussing the reality of losing Helen."

My eyes drop to your hand, still on top of mine. I can feel my cock swelling against my wishes. I catch a whiff of your perfume and it only causes my heart to beat harder.

I pull my hand back from yours and point to a few dishes on the menu. The Fajitas are excellent. The Chili Rellenos were Helen's favorite. Everyone raves about the Enchiladas Trio.

I allow my hand to drop to my lap and I adjust my cock in my slacks. Ohh, that feels good. I haven't had to adjust myself due to unwanted arousal since....

 

[Becaa57]

I'm almost sad when you pull your hand away, then telling myself he's old enough to be your dad!!! get a grip!!!!
Doesn't help that I used to fantasize about you though.

"Ok, I can understand the loss, although have never lost anyone other then my Dad"

After looking over the menu and considering what you just told me.

"Well now I have a dilemma. Chile Rellenos are my favorite, but I won't order them this time"

"Think I'll go with the Fajitas, and a Margherita"

"Do you still live in the same house?"

 

[Houstonguy30]

"It's okay. You don't have to stay away from them since they were her favorite. It'll remind me of having dinner with her. Remember the good times, like you said." I smile at you. I can't believe I'm having dinner with this stunningly beautiful young woman. My daughter's high school friend sitting across from me and making me hard. Not that you meant to in any way.

When you mention the house, my mood drops again. No, we never lived in THIS house together. It was a passion project of ours and Helen never got to enjoy it. The reality is we built the house for one purpose. For us exploring the boundaries of our sex life during retirement. Much of the furniture was purpose-designed to enhance different sexual positions. The back yard was designed to be private so we could play all day. A round bed tucked under a large gazebo for sex day, night, rain or shine. Drawers planned to be crammed with sex toys. Then the playroom inside the house. With a red leather door and inside every imaginable piece sex furniture and sex toy you could find. Of course, I couldn't tell Rachel any of this.

"No, I don't. Helen and I built a house from scratch that I now live in. Unfortunately it wasn't completed before she was diagnosed or before she passed. She didn't get to see her dream home."

I smile, trying to not let on that there is a LOT more to be told about the house. "Where do you live? Do you live with anyone? You mentioned boy troubles. No boyfriend?"

Did I just ask that?

 

[Becaa57]

Reassured somewhat when you say it would be ok to order the Relleno.
But after I ask if you're in the the house I see the sadness come back, when you explain about Helen's dream house she never to got to even live in.

God, why can't I not say something to make you sad!!! I'm sure that you will not want to even see me again.
When you ask where I'm living and about the boyfriend situation
Finally something that shouldn't make you remember Helen.

"I'm in one of the newer apartments over behind where I used to live. Just a studio until I get on my feet again, although it's nice and cozy"

Thinking how best to answer the boyfriend question. I decide to be mostly honest, but no history.

"No boyfriend, I'm single again. I seem to have the worse taste in men!!!"
thinking that might sound bad

"Except for present company!!"

Started to reach for your hand again, but I hold back.

"I took this job really to come back to my roots as well as put some distance between me and my ex boyfriend"

"Problem is, that you are now the only person I know in town, all my friends have moved away, my fault for losing contact with so many of them, I'm not really a go to a bar girl, although as you can probably guess I have no problem drinking, just don't want to get hit on all night long"

"Some guys can't take a hint and figure if I let them buy me a drink I'd let them take me to bed"
"Sorry rambling a bit"

 

[Houstonguy30]

As you ramble without taking a breath, not giving me even a second to interject, I'm taken back to a place of happiness and energy. Your enthusiasm is infectious and I can feel how excited you are for the future. It's so... NOT what I'm dealing with now. It's... fresh..... again. Like that fresh smell you remember from long ago, but you yearn for its energy again.

"Well, I'm sorry about now boyfriend, but I'm happy you're single. I mean... It sounds like you've had a bad run with men. It's time you find one that isn't focused on just that one thing." I smile. Then I realize how damn flirtatious that comment was. Dammit, Mark, get a grip. This isn't a date.

"This ex boyfriend. Is he a problem? Like a now or a future problem? I am quite good friends with the Chief of Police and if he's bothering you..." I leave the obvious unsaid and wait for you to respond.

While I wait the few seconds for you to respond my mind rushes and your last comment charges my mind with images of you being taken to bed. You, naked, sweaty and moaning. Face contorted in ecstasy. Your gorgeous face contorted by massive orgasms as your body shakes uncontrollably. What would you smell like? Your eyes open, pupils dilated as you cum violently in front of me.

Your voice brings me back to reality.

 

[Becaa57]

I smile when you say you're happy I'm single, it's comforting not to be told I'm making a mistake for dumping him, just because he is rich. Your question about if he is or might be a problem makes me think seriously for a minute.

"No he won't be a problem, I wasn't important enough to him, other then maybe regaining pride I guess. I think I may have broken his nose the last time I saw him, but in my defense I'd warned him before about hitting me."

The waiter comes and puts our plates down, smells delicious. I take a bite or two of it.

"This is as good as I remember!!!"

"As far as finding a man who isn't focused on that 'One thing' so far that's proven almost impossible unless he is gay, and even then they seem to be very willing to change sides. I've fallen for the 'Save me' line once too often."

Taking a sip of my drink and eating a bit more.

"Don't get me wrong, I love sex, it's the baggage that comes with it I want to live without. Maybe one day the right man will come along, until then I have my BOB to take care of things"

God what am I saying!!!! I just told you I use toys, I mean even though your good looking you are still old enough to be my dad!!!! Just shut up!!! Next thing you'll be inviting him home.

I am embarrassed now and concentrate on eating my dinner

"You're far too easy to talk too"

 

[Houstonguy30]

I hear you describe being hit by your Ex-boyfriend, and I'm suddenly filled with rage. How any man can strike a woman is beyond me.

"He... Hit you? I'll never understand how a man can strike a woman. I just simply can't get it. I mean, deal with your emotions, Pal... We were married for 27 years and I never struck Helen once." I decide to play your little game of dropping hints, "Excluding a spank here and there when she requested them." I smile at you and see your eyes light up a bit.

"You named your toy? That's cute. Helen and I had so many we would have run out of names for them. Sex doesn't have to come with baggage if you find the right person and have genuine trust in them." Yes, yes, I would VERY much like to see you use your toy, Rachel. I bet you are even more stunningly gorgeous when you orgasm. Covered in a sheen of sweat, your hair a little sweaty and matted against your cheek as your writhe back and forth. Yes, please.

All this sex talk and thoughts and I'm about half erect. It really feels nice, because I thought my cock had died over the last year.

"I like talking with you too. We should plan on having dinner again. Or we could have drinks sometime up at the house."

 

[Becaa57]

"Well hopefully he learned not to do that again!! I got him a lot worse then he got me"

"That's behind me, I knew he wasn't what I wanted fairly early into the relationship"

Smiling at both the toys comment and the spanking one

"Bob isn't the toy's name, so it's not like I'll play with Bob tonight and Fred tomorrow"

"BOB stands for Battery Operated Boyfriend, a girls best friend sometimes, well that or a dog"
leaving it up for you to figure that one out

"Spanking every now and then adds a bit of spice, did she ever spank you back?"
How is it we always seem to come back to talking about sex, but even more I'm so comfortable talking to you about it.

"I know in theory sex doesn't require baggage, it just for me it always seem to, either a wife in the background or like my last guy a problem with temper or an ex who just wants to mess things up"

"I think that I'm not even going to try or look for someone, concentrate on getting my life back on track. And being as you suggested it an occasional dinner or drink with you"
Thinking that a drink at your house might not be the best idea though, at least for now

 

[Houstonguy30]

I think to myself, Oh, so we're openly discussing sex now? Okay, I'm totally up for that. I smile, genuinely pleased to find someone to have intimate talk with again. "Ahh, yes. Call me silly. I should have figured out Battery Operated Boyfriend. Helen's favorites were always plug in. After she experienced the power of plug-in, battery ones didn't fit her expectations anymore."

I smile again, wanting to add to our increasingly sexual banter. "No, I'm not one that enjoys being spanked. At least I didn't every find it enjoyable before."

I listen to your confession about married men and your unlucky choices in men. I lift my martini glass to cheers your margarita glass, "To finding a future without baggage." We cheers.

"Getting out tonight has reinvigorated me. For the last year as I sulked in my mourning, I couldn't imagine being with another woman again. I felt purely asexual. But having nice open conversation about sex with such a beautiful woman just might have changed that a bit." I smile, hoping you get a sense that I might be a bit interested if you are. My cock certainly has some ideas in mind. I'm more than half hard now and it's pressing uncomfortably in my slacks.

"Not that this dinner is done, but what about scheduling that next dinner or drinks at my place?"

 

[Becaa57]

Thinking about it as you talk
"I've only used battery operated ones, but may try a plug in, with Helen's recommendation of course"
Thinking it's so nice to hear you talk about her without that wave of sadness you were showing before.
Also wondering where this may lead too, I'm very comfortable with you, and judging by the amount you are shifting in your seat you have an attraction growing for me.

"Anyways I still have to get used to living here again before I go toy shopping"

Returning your toast about a future without baggage

"Let's hope so for both of us"

Your wanting to schedule another dinner or drinks is nice. I was hoping for that

"Well my schedule is very empty for dinner, so I will leave it up to you, when and where"
"Drinks at your place??? Let's wait until after the next dinner ok?"

 

[Houstonguy30]

Your comment of trying a plug in toy sets my mind a blaze. An image of you flashes before my eyes, you straddling one of our Sybians, sweaty and panting from multiple orgasms. Your eyes unfocused and heavy lidded as you grind down on the powerful vibrating toy again, seeking yet another orgasm. Damn, I wonder how beautiful you are when you cum. How hot is your skin? What do you smell like?

"Once you are ready, I know all the spots to get toys." I pause. I consider... Yes, just say it. "It's not like Helen is using them anymore. I could always lend you a few." AND PLEASE LET ME WATCH.

I shift in my seat. I'm completely hard now. I feel... alive.

I hear your toast, Let's hope so for both of us. I wonder, could it be that easy?

Okay, so you don't trust me enough for drinks at the house. Probably best anyway. I don't want to have to explain away the red room or the big round sex bed back by the pool or the Liberator Esse in the media room. Not yet anyway.

"Are you a seafood fan? Carmine's isn't too far and although it's a bit hoity, their seafood is on point. It would require a bit of preparation though as it is cocktail dress and suits required." Yeah, I'd REALLY like to see your beauty in a cocktail dress. Shorter the better.

 

[Becaa57]

Processing what you said, your offer to lend me some of Helen's toys, I mean could I use another woman's? Might be weird, but what if I don't like the plug in one, thinking the cord might get in the way as I do tend to move around a lot. This is crazy, not at all where I thought this conversation would go.

"I love seafood actually, but a hoity restaurant? Not sure that's in my budget, let alone finding a cocktail dress, been years since I've had an occasion to wear one. I like the idea though, so ok let's do the hoity toity seafood "

"Is there a good dress shop in town? One that Helen would use? I trust her judgment"
Hoping that this won't send you down again

 

[Houstonguy30]

I watch as you seem to process information in almost a distrusting way. Perhaps you don't know that I have an entire room of sex toys that Helen never got to use. She got too sick too fast while we were building and planning our dream home.

I laugh at your comment about budget. "Oh, don't worry about budget. It's on me. I'd feel strange letting you pay." I smile. "In fact, why don't you let me treat you to the cocktail dress too? I'm sure we probably still have the account open over at Bloomingdale's. Helen worked with some lady named Clara, I think. Go treat yourself on us. Helen would want it." I smile, hoping to lighten the mood and not make you think I'm trying to buy you. I just want to spoil you a little as thanks for making me feel alive again.

 

[Becaa57]

I listen in almost disbelief when you tell me you'll pay for dinner, and spring for a new dress.
Thinking about it I can't remember the last time I've gone to a nice restaurant and for some reason I trust you, and don't get the feeling that you're going to expect something from me other then my company.

"Ok I will accept the offer of dinner and a dress, just this once!! "
Trying to make a bit of a joke out of this
"Not looking for a sugar daddy anyways"

Wondering if I should mention the sex toys, then deciding to let it slide for the moment although it is on my mind now, and I can tell I will be spending time with BOB later tonight.

As we finish our meal and over my objections you pay the bill for both of us.

"Tell you what, if you are up to desert there is a coffee shop down the street has fantastic sticky buns and good coffee."
"My treat though!!!! No arguments"

 

[Houstonguy30]

Oh, what I'd like to do to you if you WERE my sugar baby. Bend you over the liberator Esse and have my way with you 4, maybe 5 times a day. God, I miss fucking....

"Just this once.... For now..."

I start silently fantasizing about watching you try on different dresses. Oh, how I'd love to go shopping with you and help pick out your dress. It would be so sensual to watch your slim, toned body in different attire. Mmmm, and maybe you'd let me see a selection of lingerie on you too.... Or maybe you'll wear nothing underneath that dress. My favorite....

I smile, my cock thudding in my slacks. Shit, how am I going to stand up with this massive erection? I was blessed with being well endowed but when I get aroused in public, it doesn't seem like such a blessing.

"Coffee and sticky buns sounds lovely. Give me a second to finalize the bill." And hopefully give my cock a minute to deflate before I stand...

 

[Becaa57]

I am pleased you accept my initiation for a dessert, but a fleeting thought of what a more sexual dessert would be with you, mentally shaking my head reminding myself once again you're not only old enough to be my dad, but also still grieving your wife who passed.

After you tell me you want to settle the bill. I think a good time for me to hit the ladies room and touch up my makeup what little I wear

"Ok, I've got to use the facilities, so meet you at the front door in a few minutes?"
I slide out of my seat and head over to the ladies room. turning back to smile at you as I see you are watching me walk away.

I the ladies room, I use the toilet and try to splash some cold water on my face, thinking I really need a cold shower.

Then heading out to the front door, seeing that you're already there. I walk up to you and link my arm.

"Shall we?"