She stood in front of him, her black lace shelf bra serving her boobs and nipples to him and garter belt, nylons and 4” heels tempting him to explor...e her pussy. She pushes forward and starts unbuttoning his shirt and removes it, then pulls his undershirt off, she closes her eyes and drags her nails down his hard chest. A tear ran down her cheek as she remembered running her nails down her husband's chest in this very bedroom just two years ago before he got cancer and died. He kicked his shoes. My only regret in that intensely happy moment was that Elizabeth, whom we both admired so very much, would be absent. Unbeknownst to Irene and myself until later, though, Elizabeth and Jonathan were enjoying a brazen adventure of their own even as we spoke. We would have hardly been surprised had we known, of course, for Elizabeth was unparalleled in her sexual appetite and adventuresome nature. I had indeed been wondering just how she had been coping with sleeping alone in her childhood bed. She was just leaving to pick me up for Thanksgiving Dinner at the Swedish American Center in Ballard. I could hear her gasp when I said I was at the hospital and quickly explained that I was visiting a friend and to please swing by there and pick me up instead of at my apartment. She arrived about fifteen minutes later.I must have been looking pretty fit because she relaxed visibly when I got in the car.“You had me worried for a minute there,” she said as we pulled away. “Is everything. I reminded him you had said, 'now and then,' and I told him that it had to be just sex and nothing more, but that when he wanted me again, I'd be willing. He looked relieved in a way - maybe that we'd be able to fuck again, but also, maybe that the obsession I had for him back then was much different than how I think of him now. I made it clear that I loved his body and his cock, but that I get amazing 'husband cock', and everything else I need, from you."I had my hands on her hips, slowly.