She went to her bedroom and removed the tee-shirt and sweat pants, unveiling a black satin corset hidden underneath. She lifted each of her large breasts in turn, folding the full cup in half to become a shelf, so her tan areolas and large nipples would be exposed. She slipped her feet into some four-inch, stiletto-heeled sandals and strapped them around her feet. She checked herself in the mirror, ensuring that the six garters linked to her sheer stocking were not twisted and where even across her ass and thighs. She brushed her hair one last time, then applied a dab of perfume to her cleavage, just above her pubic hair, and at the top of her but crack. Then she walked across the hall to Carsten’s room.
Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked into the room. Standing in the middle of the room, she surveyed his sleeping form. His longish blond hair covered part of his face as he lay sleeping. The single sheet covered him from waist down, so his muscular chest was exposed, covered with sparse blond hair. Farther down, she could see a long bulge that must be his morning wood. She already new it was large and wondered if it was as big, or even bigger, than his father’s cock that had brought her much pleasure in their short marriage.
“Carsten, “she called softly. “Can you wake up?” He stirred in the bed and she repeated the call. He opened his eyes, blinked, and then reopened his eyes wide in amazement.
“Mary!” he exclaimed. “What are you doing?”
“I think it is time to stop pretending,” she said softly, as she moved a little closer to the bed. “I know you have been watching me. And I have needs too. I just want to find someone who can take care of those needs.”
“But you’re my Dad’s wife,” he stated, stalling for time while he processed this in his mind. His eyes were checking her out and his penis twitched under the sheet.
“Widow,” she corrected. “I loved your father, but he has been gone for a while now. I have needs that he met but his death left a big emptiness in my life. I am not ready to date, but I really need some sex. Can’t you help a girl out?”
Carsten smiled at her, then removed the sheet and stood up, his now hard cock bouncing as it stuck straight out at her. His decision made, he walked up to her until he was just inches from her body. He could smell her perfume, and a hint of what must be her wet sex below. He reached out and palmed one of her magnificent breasts, felling the hard nipple against the palm of his hand as his fingers pressed into the soft flesh.
Mary gasped at the touch, then whispered “Oh yes! Please Carsten, fuck me…make love to me!”
. “All in good time, Mary,” Carsten said as he grinned down at her. He put his hands on her waist and turned her around, guiding her to sit on the edge of his bed. Because of his height, his bed was high off the ground, and her feet just barely touched the floor. She expected him to lay her back and then drive his cock into her, but he quickly knelt down between her legs and plunged his face between her big thighs, clamping his mouth over her wet cunt.
wpDiscuz