A Widow's New Sex Life

Widow Sex Story Submitted By BobJJ123

Uta Ingeborg was passing middle age and frustrated. She didn't know why she was frustrated or how to deal with it. Those twenty years of marriage had been good years, and while her husband had been alive, she had felt no frustration. She had missed her husband for over three years now and had learned to live alone and build a new and fulfilling life that should have brought at least contentment if not happiness - it hadn't!

As a high school English teacher, Uta was often aware of various summer festivals and programs for intellectuals, which were both educational and professionally enriching but interesting as well. During those years, when she had been married, she had avoided such programs, but after three years, she saw them as a possible way to fill a void in her life.

It was January when she enrolled in a five-night program of outdoor opera in a distant city, and for the first time since her husband had died, she began to show an interest. She booked a small studio apartment at an extravagant cost and arranged for a nice convertible sports car rental for her trip. By mid-February, all was in place for the journey.

It was about the same time she began to think about some deeply private thoughts, the kind of thoughts that could lead to disapproval by the society around her. She realized that she was frustrated and unhappy. Then, as she mulled over the probable causes, she realized that the lack of sex and a man was probably at the root of her frustration. In June, she'd be traveling to a far city where she was unknown and unobserved by her community's eyes.

Perhaps she could find a suitable man and enjoy some good sex! Then came the doubts. She hadn't been even close to a man other than her husband in over twenty years, and she hadn't the slightest idea how to attract one. She considered herself rather unattractive with age. Still, all during the spring months, the thought of a man and a tryst kept recurring and brought her a certain pleasure.

On the flight to her opera program, in a far off area of the country, Uta's thoughts of a tryst and a man seemed to take root and, though she denied it even to herself, knew that she was going to do something.

As she left her flight, picked up her car, and moved into her rented apartment, her eyes were on the prowl for single men, particularly big, strong, muscular men with lots of sex appeal! She felt her senses rise to full alert. Suddenly she wanted a man. She needed a man. It was now a compulsion! She showered and dressed and prepared for the opera.

Several hours later, Uta was seated in the opera and became engrossed in the music and the performance. As she sat comfortably witnessing the seductions and sexual innuendo of the opera, she felt her own senses quicken and the first indications of lust manifesting itself within her. Strangely, as she felt her body respond to the titillating circumstances in the performance before her, Uta seemed no longer encumbered with her frustration and concerns anymore.

At intermission, she was thirsty and considered a cup of coffee; then, realizing she was unobserved, perhaps a shot of something stronger was in order. She left her seat and went to the refreshment area where she got in line for a drink and considered her choice of drink - Bailey's and coffee, she decided. As she gave her order, the man in line behind her spoke, "Good choice," She turned to see the man, and she immediately knew he was the man she sought to seduce. Graying hair, muscular frame and neat and well-groomed, and above all, he was sexy!

Minutes later, as the two moved away from the crowd, they fell into a casual conversation and familiarization. "Where are you from?" "How do you like the performance?" How's your drink?" Each attempted to keep the conversation going and develop it into something more. Uta found it easier than she might have hoped - almost as if Norm was trying to seduce her. Then came realization as she looked directly into his eyes and confirmed what she had deduced. She spoke, "It's more comfortable at my place," she said, and, with that, there were two vacated seats for the third act.

As Uta and Norm, that was his name, or was it? She wasn't sure anymore, and she decided it didn't matter anyway, walked in the door, Uta felt strangely awkward, waiting for what was about to happen next. What was expected? What should she do? She felt her concern rising.

As she considered the situation, she needn't have worried as she soon felt Norm's strong arms encircle her and he buried his face in her hair as he whispered in her ear, "You're beautiful." The words sent a shiver through her as she felt her lust rising. She almost smiled as she thought what a good liar he must surely be. Then, as he continued to kiss her neck and ear and whisper soothing words, "Your skin's so soft and smooth." When their lips met, it was Uta that ran her tongue between Norm's lips.

There were more soothing words as Norms hands began to roam freely over her clothed body as he continued to adore her with words, and it no longer mattered if his words were true or not.she wanted to believe them! She wanted to be adored and loved and soundly fucked.

As they undressed each other, Uta found herself excited, almost beyond belief. Each adoring caress drove her to new heights of passion. Each kiss inspired her to new heights. Then as her breasts were bared and Norm applied his mouth to her nipples, she cried out. The sensations were beyond what she could bear in silence.

Suddenly, she found herself completely bared and felt the elation. Norm continued his praise, "So beautiful!" incredible breasts!" and Uta was aware that he was also adoring her with his eyes. Suddenly she was proud of her self and her body.

When his lips moved from her nipples and across her belly, she realized his intent. She had never been ministered to orally before - her husband hadn't wanted to, and she hadn't seen any need for it! Still, the thought sent a thrill through her as she prepared to accept this new sensation for the first time. Norm was an expert as his lips moved on to her labia, and his thumbs parted those lips to expose her soft inner flesh. His hot breath his fingers. His lips and his tongue played her like a conductor leading a symphony to bring out the richness in her pleasure. She reveled in her feelings.

It was when his lips found her clit and gently kissed and caressed it that Uta reacted. She could wait no longer as she drew Norm over her and into the classic missionary position with the admonition, "I want you in me now!"

She felt the urgency and her needs as never before and was momentarily frustrated as Norm found the condom and placed it over his cock. He, obviously, was less reckless than she felt prepared to be. As Norm positioned himself and placed his cock in her vestibule, Uta spoke quietly, "Please be gentle. It's been a long time" Not quite knowing what to expect, she steeled herself for his entry, but as his big cock slipped into her pussy and began to explore her depths, she felt only pleasure. She cried out in some animal sound, low, guttural, and speaking in a language that only a lover could understand.

Uta lay accepting Norm's thrusts with counter thrusts of her own slow, tender, and sensual, just as she liked them! She suddenly felt free - free of the frustration and the anxiety that had plagued her for years. She became more aggressive and more demanding in her counter thrusting as she expressed her new freedom.

Then, ordinarily gentle, Norm began to pound her with more firm and decisive thrusts, and Uta raised her butt off the bed to meet each one. With their increases in passion came increased violence, and the increased violence begat even more passion and violence.

It was all too soon that Uta felt her body begin to peak. Her bodily fluid flow increased as her mind and body responded to her ever-increasing passions. Then, all those years of frustration and unfulfilled needs plagued her for so long seemed to ebb with her descent from one of the best orgasms of her life and flowed out of her with those body fluids were making a puddle on the bedsheet.

It was as she lay in Norm's arms, enjoying the afterglow that she felt free at last. She looked at the man who had just fucked her and fucked her well - she felt nothing save possibly a polite 'thank you,' and there certainly wouldn't be commitment.

An hour later, she drove Norm to his car in the now-empty opera parking lot and brushed him a quick kiss before she drove off in her little rented sports car with the top down. She was completely free and happy, and there were still four more operas to go.