Making My Neighbour Widow Merry Again

Hello, this is Rahul. This incident happened when I was working in Hyderabad. Last year around Diwali, my next-door neighbour Saira, a widow who is about 60 years old, asked if I can help her in cleaning as she was alone.

I have lived next door to Saira for a few years after her husband died I had never known her to date nor have men come to visit her. All that time I had been quietly curious about her private life, but I didn’t want to pry, so I never asked her about it.

Helping her in cleaning was a hard work. Saira and I spent the whole day moving all the boxes, bags, bicycles that her kids had ridden when they were young and all the stuff that was usually stored but never used. I would get the boxes down open where Saira could go through the things and decide what to keep and what to throw away.

I was just picking up one of the last cartons when all of a sudden I heard Saira scream out at the top of her lungs. I dropped the box and turned around just in time to see a spider move past Saira and out the door.

Saira leapt straight toward me. Instinctively, I held my arms out wide for her and she jumped right into them. My widow neighbour clung tightly to me, with her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, and continued to scream.

To keep us from falling over, I innocently clutched her ass in the palms of my hands and pulled her to me. Still whimpering and shaking, she held on for dear life and squeezed her legs tighter around my body.

Well, as nature will have it, I started to get an erection that often comes up at the most inappropriate times. However, the timing for this hard-on was not as inappropriate as it seemed.

As Saira’s fears passed, she began to feel my hard cock pressing against her. Her cheeks turned red, but she didn’t make any effort to pull away. And we stood there, locked in our embrace, our eyes met.

Beyond her embarrassment at feeling my hard-on, I sensed in Saira a need to be held. I did so without a word until she finally relaxed her grip and allowed her feet to touch the ground. She quickly returned to her work and I went about helping her clearing the clutter.

After the work was done, I went home to shower and relax. But, with the events of the day were playing over and over in my mind. I decided to visit her. I picked up a bottle of wine and headed for my neighbour’s place.

Saira answered the door; she was in a white bathrobe. “I feel like socializing,” I said.

“How about a glass of wine?” Saira invited me in and went to the kitchen to get some glasses. I sat down on the sofa, a three-seater in the hall and opened the wine bottle. She came back in with two big water glasses and I poured each about half-full.

“I have not had wine in years,” she sat on the single-seater and said as she sipped from her glass. It was only a few minutes before the wine began to affect Saira.

She began to make jokes and tell me how light-headed she was feeling. She rose to her feet, swaying slightly and told me she had to go to the bathroom.

I poured some more wine. When she returned, she sat down beside me again, only this time she allowed her robe to open slightly, just enough for me to see that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She rested her shoulder against mine and I felt my cock stirring the way it had that afternoon while helping her.

“I shouldn’t have any more wine,” she giggled, “but it’s so relaxing! Maybe just a few more sips.” As she drained her glass, I moved closer to her and put my right hand on her bare left leg.

“What are you doing?” she asked. Before I could answer, she started talking about her husband. She told me that there had never been anyone in her life but him.

“He was my first, and probably my last,” she said. But she did not move my hand away from her leg and neither did I.

“I know what you want,” she said, “but it’s been so long.”

I inched my hand up her thigh. She trembled and rested her hand on mine. I took the hint and moved my hand up higher, parting her robe and laying my palm against her pussy.

Her pussy was wet. I pulled her robe wide open to bare her breasts. They were much firmer than I had expected and the nipples were full and puffy, jutting out like two ripe grapes. I wanted to feel them on my tongue so I lowered my mouth to her left breast and lingered there, sucking the soft nipple until her nipple hardened between my lips.

I moved from one tit to the other, delighted to feel her nipples get so stiff in my mouth. As they got harder, so did my prick.

I had such an incredible erection it felt like it was going to tear through my jeans. Soon my finger was groping and searching, prying apart my mature neighbour’s moist pussy lips. She slid forward on the sofa to allow me easier access. Very soon I could feel her juices began to flow as I fingerfucked her in and out of her hot wet pussy.

“Rahul, Please lick me, Eat my pussy,” she said in a whisper.

Those were the magic words for me; I am a pussy lover and love to eat pussy. I stood up removed my shoes, then pulled down my jeans and jockeys, and stepped out of them. My dick was stiff and pointing straight up.

“It’s so beautiful,” she said with a look of pure lust. “It’s so much different than what my husband had. It is big. Do you think it will fit inside me?”

“I know it will fit,” I said. “But first I want to get you ready for me.” I sank to my knees in front of her and plunged into her fuck-hole with my tongue.

“Oh!” she cried out. “That feels so good. You know Rahul, my husband never did that. He believed that it was dirty to do so and I love to get my pussy eaten. Don’t stop!”

My tongue darted in and out of her. I feasted on her soft pussy lips and lapped hungrily at her clit. With a loud gasp, she reached orgasm, groaning and sighing and pulling me against her so that my tongue stayed firmly planted inside her long-neglected pussy.

“I want you,” Saira said after a few minutes, removing her robe and lying back on the sofa. I grabbed her ankles in my hands and held her legs up high.

With one sure thrust, I sank my prick into her pouting pussy. Fully and firmly implanted in her, I released my grasp on her ankles and pumped into her.

Saira met each of my thrusts with a grunt of pleasure. Her pussies began to grip and tighten around my prick and each time I pushed into her, sucking me in. I took her sweaty ass in my hands and pulled her hard against me.

“I can’t hold it in!” I screamed and erupted inside her, the hot jets of cum blasting from my dick. Me neighbour took my balls in her hand and kneaded them as my come spewed forth. She trembled and quaked as she continued to take my hard thrusts, riding me to one final orgasm.

When it was over, we collapsed on the sofa. Saira was simply glowing. I knew after how long she was being made love to, I just couldn’t imagine how she was able to endure not fucking anyone for so many years.

I was happy, though, to be there when she finally released all that pent-up lust. I looked down and saw that her pussy was glistering in our juices and knew then that I would be spending a lot of time enjoying the pleasures it had to offer.

Since that night, Saira and I get together for dinner a few times a week. We had a great meal, then retire to her bedroom where we fuck, sucked and enjoyed each other to the fullest.

We continued to pleasure each other until I had to shift to Chennai on to a better job. I am now settled in Chennai, any women interested can connect with me at [email protected]