Chapter 3
After Jack left, Chrissy paced the floor and wondered just what was going on with her. Today she had more sex than in the last five years, and all she could think about was getting more. She seemed to be insatiable.
She was a brand-new widow, and she ought to behave like one, she reminded herself sternly. Art may not have been much of a husband, but he'd been very nice to her in the beginning, and he'd left her a chunk of money. The least she could do was not fuck other guys till after the funeral.
She'd given up on the mourning period. She'd asked various women friends how long she should keep dressing in black and refusing dates, and they'd told her anything from three weeks to three years. Well, she knew now that she couldn't even wait more than a few days to get laid again.
Chrissy concluded that she'd just try to get through the funeral without seducing anybody else. That was the best she could do. After that, every attractive guy in New York had better watch out!
"Okay, Chrissy," she told herself firmly, "you're gonna cool it till after Art's funeral. You're gonna act like a lady, at least till he's buried."
And then the doorbell rang.
Chrissy, dressed in a figure-flattering flowered robe, went to answer it, and there was Art's oldest friend, Larry Gage, an attractive silver-haired man in his fifties.
Chrissy gasped in surprise. She hadn't seen Larry in years.
"Chrissy, I flew out from L.A. as soon as I heard about Art," Larry said. "I want to do whatever I can."
Chrissy stifled a naughty remark and said as solemnly as she could, "Oh, Larry, thank you so much. Won't you come in?"
Though he and Art had been college roommates, they hadn't seen much of Larry because his business was on the West Coast and Art's on the East. But the few times she'd seen him, Chrissy had always been struck by his good looks and his style. She still found him terribly attractive, even though he was much older than her.
"Would you like a drink, Larry?" she asked.
"Yes, I could really use a martini," he said, plopping down on the couch. "The flight was hectic."
"Coming right up," Chrissy said.
As she mixed two martinis, she found herself plotting how to seduce her husband's best buddy. That was disgusting. She'd just finished promising herself that she'd behave till after Art's funeral, and here she was getting ideas about his friend. She'd really have to cool it.
She brought the drinks and sat beside Larry on the couch. He took a long grateful pull on his martini, then looked Chrissy over slowly and deliberately. She could tell that he found her sexy, and that didn't help cool the heat in her starved pussy. She reminded herself that Larry was married and a grandfather.
"You seem to be holding up pretty well, Chrissy," he said.
"It isn't as if I didn't expect this," she said. "Art hasn't been well since his stroke."
"Right," Larry said. "I'm just saying that you don't seem exactly heart-broken."
Chrissy glared at him and blushed.
"Well, excuse me all to pieces," she said. "What did you expect? He hasn't been the man I married for the last five years. He couldn't think, he couldn't even talk."
Larry grabbed her hand. "Chrissy, I didn't mean to criticize you. I was just trying to say how glad I am that you're not depressed or anything. I was hoping I'd find you in a good mood. Uh, there's something I want to tell you, something I couldn't say while Art was alive."
Suddenly Chrissy got it. The guy was so polite, so subtle, that she hadn't realized he wanted her. He wasn't drooling all over her like Jack. He was just holding her hand and squeezing it, but the way he was doing it made Chrissy cream right through her panties.
"I think I know what you're gonna say, Larry," she breathed.
He reddened just a little. "I ought to be ashamed. I mean, you're my best friend's wife.
But I've wanted you since the moment I met you. I hope that doesn't make you angry with me."
"Are you kidding?" she gurgled. "Larry, you're just what I need right now. If you haven't checked into a hotel yet, stay here with me. We can have a ball. Let's go to the bedroom."
She stood up, but Larry just sat there, even more red now.
"Uh, Chrissy," he said uneasily, "I just wanted to confess my real feelings about you. I didn't say I wanted to make love to you."
"Huh?" Chrissy exclaimed. "I don't get it, Larry. If you want me, then you want to get it on."
"Not exactly," he sighed. "You see, dear, I'm too old. I can't do it any more, not even with my wife."
"Well, we'll just see about that," Chrissy said.
She undid her robe and shrugged it off, standing before him in matching cream lace bra and bikini panties and high heels. She paraded before him, showing off her magnificent body, and he looked ready to groan. Good, that was just the effect she wanted to have on him.
Chrissy would consider it a real insult if she couldn't get this guy's engine running again. So he couldn't make it with his wife? Big deal. They'd been married about thirty years, and he was probably just bored with the scene. But he obviously wasn't bored with Chrissy.
His eyes were hot and attentive as the gorgeous young widow unhooked her bra and flung it carelessly away. She stuck out her chest and flaunted her magnificent big tits, showing off their firmness and their flawless creamy skin. Then she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and started inching them down slowly and tantalizingly.
Larry moved to the edge of his seat, his drink forgotten as Chrissy revealed the first golden hairs of her bush. She twirled around and popped the panties down over her ass, showing him the firm little globes. Then she faced him again and uncovered the rest of her cute little bush.
She let the panties slither down her long shapely legs, then kicked them away and stood there in her high heels and nothing else.
Larry was literally licking his chops. His eyes were as horny as a teenager's as he took in her firm curvy body.
"Now would you like to go to the bedroom, Larry?" she purred.
"Well, honey, I can't promise it'll do any good," he said, "but you've certainly captured my interest."
He got up and followed her to the master bedroom, ogling her enticing little ass. By now, Chrissy was burning with need, but she tried to keep her cool. Larry was a cool type, and he wouldn't want somebody climbing all over him. She turned to him with a smile and started taking off his clothes.
"How long have you been married, Larry?" she asked.
"Forever," he said grimly. "Oh, I love my wife, but it sure gets dull fucking the same woman year after year."
"You've never cheated before?" Chrissy asked in wonder.
"That's right," he smiled. "I guess I'm not as sophisticated as you thought, right?"
"Right," she grinned, "but that just makes my job easier."
She helped him out of his clothes, and when he was naked she went to her knees before him and fisted his long dangling cock. She gave it a few teasing pumps, then stuck out her tongue and started to lick his meat.
Larry groaned, shivered, and got an instant hard-on, his cock practically bucking its way out of her fingers.
"So you can't do it any more?" Chrissy said dryly. "Larry, you're really full of shit."
"How was I to know?" he laughed, then he drew her to her feet and guided her over to the bed. "Come on, honey, let's not waste any more time."
Suddenly meek, mild, cool Larry had turned into a tiger. He pulled Chrissy onto the bed and started molding and squeezing her big hot tits, while she rubbed her thighs together in helpless lust. She ogled his long, hard cock and creamed like crazy as she anticipated taking it in her insatiable little cunt.
She reached out and petted his violently throbbing cock while he played with her tits. She'd loved playing with Art's cock when they were first married. In fact she couldn't keep her hands off it. She was still fascinated with cocks. She saw thick cream oozing from Larry's piss hole, and she drooled at the sight of it.
Then she scooted down, knelt beside him, and dipped her head low over his stiff-standing prick. Her tits were out of his reach, and he just settled back to watch her as she darted her tongue out and began licking his engorged boner. He groaned and shivered as the hot juicy meat contacted the sensitive head of his cock.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, that feels great, honey," he sighed. "I wish my wife would do that to me."
"She doesn't give you head?" Chrissy cried in amazement. "After all these years?"
"Right," he said grimly. "In all these years June hasn't learned a single new thing. She's not interested, she won't even try. In fact she won't even let me make suggestions. It's gotten pretty damned dull, believe me."
"I can imagine, poor baby," Chrissy cooed. "But believe me, it's not gonna be dull tonight."
She whipped her hot greedy tongue all over the swollen purple head of his prick, gobbling up every drop of the hot salty cream that oozed from his piss hole. She drove the stiff tip of her tongue into the dark cleft and scooped out more delicious juice.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm," she moaned.
She was drooling uncontrollably as she gobbled Larry's prick cream. It had been far too long since she'd enjoyed that special taste. She gorged herself on it now, lapping up every drop of juice that dribbled from his cock, rolling it around in her mouth and savoring it.
Larry looked like he'd died and gone to heaven. He'd been a good husband and father, a totally faithful guy, all his adult life, and all it had gotten him was boredom in bed and a frigid wife. Now he was cutting loose, treating himself to this gorgeous horny young widow.
Chrissy could tell he wasn't feeling the least bit guilty.
"I kinda think you like this, Larry," she laughed.
"Yeah," he leered, "I'd like it even better if you sucked it."
"You got it," she grinned.
Giving this handsome older man the first decent sexual experience of his life was almost like taking a virgin. Chrissy loved it. She licked his cock clean of all that tasty juice, then opened her moist lips wide and slid them down the rigid pole of his prick.
"Ahhhhh, Jesus, yeah!" he groaned.
She took in almost all of his long throbbing prick, and she fisted and pumped the rest. Pulling in her cheeks sharply, the cock-hungry widow began to suck on his meat. She suctioned the delicious cream from his piss-hole and gobbled it, while Larry groaned in bliss.
"Ah, yeah, fantastic, don't stop!" he cried hoarsely.
Chrissy was content to go on sucking him for hours if he wanted her to. It had been five frustrating years since she'd gone down on a man, and she was starved for the taste of cock cream. She sucked loudly and greedily on his meat, her mouth scorching hot and juicy.
"Oh, shit, this is beautiful," Larry groaned. "I wanta come in your mouth."
"Umm-hmmm!" Chrissy moaned in agreement.
He felt her drooling all over his prick and he knew she meant it. She was hungry for a whole boiling mouthful of his come. He proceeded to give it to her. Wild with excitement as he got his very first blow-job, Larry spun out of control and started fucking her mouth in quick urgent jabs.
"Oh, shit, am I gonna come!" he panted.
He fucked faster and faster over her slippery tongue, and she panted and sucked, starved for the taste of his jism. She didn't have long to wait for it. A minute later, he groaned and stiffened, and she felt hot come hitting the back of her throat. Then he started fucking her mouth like crazy.
"Eat it, baby, aaaggghhhh!" he yelled.
"Mmmmmm, unnnhhhh!" Chrissy moaned.
She gobbled his come, famished for it. She swallowed the hot globs of cream as fast as she could get them. Larry howled and fed her blast after blast of the delicious cream, wild with excitement as he came in a woman's mouth for the very first time.
At last he went still, gasping for breath, but
Chrissy went right on noisily and greedily sucking his cock.
"Hey, honey, I'm finished," he told her.
She ignored him and went on sucking. He wasn't leaving her apartment without fucking her, that was for damned sure, so she went on working to give him another hard-on.
Larry stared at her, puzzled, till a few minutes later when his prick began to swell and harden.
"Well, I'll be damned," he said. "I always thought I was a one-shot guy."
"Not tonight, you aren't," Chrissy laughed as she released his steel-hard, spit-soaked boner.
She admired her work, shivering with anticipation as she ogled his rigidly standing cock. Then she threw a leg over him and straddled him, rubbing the swollen folds of her pussy over the hard head of his prick. He snorted with lust and grabbed her by the waist.
"I bet you could use a good fuck, couldn't you, honey?" he leered.
"Are you kidding?" Chrissy moaned. "I haven't been laid in five years, Larry."
Of course she wasn't going to mention Ricky the paperboy or Jack Emerson, Art's business partner. She wanted Larry to think he was the first to get to Art's sex-starved young widow, because that would have a very arousing effect on him.
It worked. Larry gave a lusty bellow and plowed his cock into her cunt, deep and hard. She threw back her head and wailed in bliss, soaking his cock with thick molten cunt juice. He might as well have been her first lover in five years, because she was that horny. Ricky and Jack had just whetted her appetite for more fucking.
"Oh, yessss!" she wailed. "Get into me, Larry! Give me every inch of that big cock, honey!"
His face contorted with lust, Larry growled and snorted as he hammered his steel-hard cock in her greedy little cunt. Chrissy sobbed with delight. This was exactly what she needed, a mercilessly hard fucking, a thorough deep reaming of her starved pussy-hole. She soaked his meat with rush after rush of sizzling juice.
"Oh, yeah, fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee!" she howled.
Dimly she remembered vowing that she wouldn't fuck another guy till after her husband's funeral. Well, that slipped her mind somehow, and now the damage was done. She certainly wasn't going to quit in mid-fuck. Maybe this session would satisfy her and she could control herself till after the funeral service.
She pushed the subject from her mind and rode Larry's jackhammering cock with blissful squeals and gurgles. Larry ogled her big swaying tits and watched his thick hard cock spearing in and out between her widely stretched pussy lips. He looked very proud of himself, and Chrissy was glad she'd made him feel like a man again.
All he'd needed, really, was a little adventure, a little variety. His face red with lust, he fucked into her faster and faster, till the bed began to creak. The harder he did it to her, the better it felt to the love-starved blonde widow. She closed her eyes and sailed into orbit, her cunt exploding with sensation.
"Unnnhhh, Larry! You did it! I'm corningwhaaahhhh!" Chrissy screamed.
"Oh, shit, yeah! Awwwwww!" Larry yelled.
Chrissy sobbed with ecstasy as she took her third boiling load of the day. She'd never fucked this much before, not even in the hot horny days of her honeymoon with Art. Something was driving her, something she couldn't control. She wondered if the urge would ever be satisfied.
"Chrissy, I can't thank you enough," Larry said when it was over. "You've done wonders for my ego."
"You've done wonders for me, too, Larry," she purred. "Can you stay the night?"
"I wish I could, honey, but it just wouldn't look right," Larry said. "I'll be back to see you tomorrow."
Chrissy ushered him out of the apartment with regret. She really could have used another fuck. In fact she felt like she could make love all night. But, she told herself firmly, she was just going to have to clean up her act till the funeral was over.