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Out Of The Blue

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35 and married for 10 years is too soon to lose your wife to cancer, particularly as she had been the one love of my life. Sounds daft, doesn't it, a bloke saying 'soulmate' that's the kind of thing women talk about, but Anna was...in every way. She was ripped from my world in a mere three weeks. I gave serious thought to following her, and if it hadn't been for the children, I would have.


So life as a single dad....routine and more routine, but totally dead inside.

I started going to church again, I was brought up Catholic, but like many had lapsed. I was made very welcome in my parish, and soon people got to know my story.

One day, both my kids were at a party. It was a Sunday, and they were collected from church and wouldn't be back until 5:00. A whole afternoon kicking around the house...and then it hit me that this was the first time since Anna died that this had happened.

Around one in the afternoon, there was a knock on the door. Thank fuck...I was not going to be alone. Emily, a girl from church was there telling me that she thought I might like some company. I invited her in, and offered her coffee, all the usual hospitality crap. Emily merely smiled and said, 'oh, I don't think you want coffee. Sit down, over there opposite me,'

As I did, the slipped her long skirt off and sat on my chair open legged. 'Now. It's time for you to take a few steps back into the world again. Look at me, look at my crotch,' I did. It was covered with a pale blue material. At first, I was almost offended,,,yes, I know it sounds odd, but I was. Then I began to wonder, and then hope that it was a g string, Emily is clearly a mind reader. 'Yes, it's a thong. Look.' She stood and did a slow turn showing me a perfect ass and a lovely little tattoo. The. She resumed her seated position again.

'I want you to cum, right here right now, do whatever it takes. You can even call me Anna if it helps.' I got my cock out and started to wank, and yes, I called her Anna, but it didn't take long for me to be kneeling between her legs, smelling her scent up close, and spurt on her crotch.

That afternoon, we spent in bed. We did things I have never done, not even with Anna who was very adventurous. Lets just say, I didn't use Anna's name again.

It was only that one time, but Emily brought me back into the world.



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