New Year's Day

As I mentioned in a previous story, my wife’s dementia worsened to a point where I couldn’t care for her at home and I had to place her in a memory care facility.  This allowed me to attend a support group for families of Alzheimer’s and dementia patients.  At the first meeting, I was approached by Gudrun, a tall, thin, grey haired woman who looked ten years older than her actual age.  Our names seemed familiar to each other and it turned out that we worked for a small local hardware chain about 15 years ago.  At that time, she was a beautiful blue eyed blonde with an athletic build.  Her husband has Alzheimer’s disease, then he had a stroke and she placed him in the same facility as my wife. 

The last thing that I wanted, or expected, was to enter into any kind of relationship within the group other than friendship.  However Gudrun and I had a connection. We would see each other often, at the monthly meetings, two or three times a month for a weekly luncheon with six to eight other members and once or twice a week when visiting our spouses. Her husband passed away about four months ago and I didn’t see her again until January 1, 2024.

One of the group invited everyone to a New Year’s Day brunch at her home.  Gudrun gave me a big hug we she saw me and she looked fantastic. Her hair was styled, a little make up and a new wardrobe did wonders for her.  As I was leaving the party, Gudrun asked if I could drive her home.  She invited me in for coffee to thank me for the flowers I sent her and for the donation to alz.org in her husband’s name.  Then the shocker came, she wanted something else from me. When she returned from the kitchen with the coffee, I noticed a few buttons were undone and when she bent over to hand me the coffee, it gave me a clear view of her small breasts.  Sitting beside me, uncomfortably close, she nervously told me about her sex life.  Her husband was a busy, successful businessman who had little time for her. He gave her anything she wanted but no sex.  She had a few affairs, both men and women, but caring for her husband the last five years really affected her appearance and no one wanted her.  She felt ugly.  She asked me and I told her that I still picture her from when we first met.  Gudrun pulled me in for a kiss, grabbed my crotch and asked me take her to bed. My wife is still living, she doesn’t always recognize me and sometimes doesn’t even notice that I’m there, but I’m still married.  Gudrun pleaded and offered options until I broke down and suggested mutual masturbation.  She countered with totally naked and in the sauna.  They slept in separate bedrooms that was connected by a luxury bathroom room that had the sauna.  She went into her room and I went to the other and stripped.  When I worked up the courage to join her, she was already in the sauna, naked, skin turning pink from the heat.  Gudrun told me to drop the towel as she ran a finger tip through her slit.  My dick was reacting to the sight as I slowly tugged it and fondled my testicles.  Gudrun was  rubbing her clit, alternating between an up and down motion, then in a circular pattern sometimes spanking her pussy and thrusting two fingers into her pussy.  Telling her that I was going to cum, she said to let it fly, and I did.  Gudrun yelled she’s cumming and didn’t quite squirt but some liquid did ooze out.  I resisted going down on her, I really wanted to.  After a few minutes, Gudrun suggested a shower.  I told her you first but she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the large shower that had two shower heads. She was pissed when I refused to wash her and angrier when I wouldn’t let her wash me.  At some time in the sauna I mentioned that I like pubic hair.  As we were toweling off, Gudrun promised her bush would be grown out for the next time.  Next time?  OMG, what have I done?