Fucked by the Driver
It was a cold September morning and I had just finished breakfast when my phone rang. I quickly grabbed it, hoping it was about my job application for the accountant position. But it was my older sister Julie, who lived in Denver. She called to say her kids wanted to see me because it had been months since we were all together. Ever since my husband Sam died four months ago, I hadn’t visited them. After much persuasion, I reluctantly gave in and promised to visit the coming weekend. My husband died in a road accident a few months ago and I had become very lonely and missed the amazing sex we had shared. I knew I had to take a break and go someplace that didn’t remind me of my late husband. There were times at night I would feel him next to me in bed or in the bathroom. I felt his lips on my nipples and his massive strong arms wrapped around my back, only to wake up dripping wet with sweat, my nipples hard as rocks. My husband was an expert in bed. We would play games where he would bli...