1. The Legacy, Chapter 1: Three Oaks


    Date: 3/23/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    making the assumption that you’re not visiting all the lonely widows in town…” S he couldn’t resist teasing him, and she laughed again. He chuckled ruefully. “I sometimes forget that you’re not a little girl anymore – and you always have had the ability to shock me. And no, I’m not looking for a new wife, but many of those ladies do seem to be looking for a new husband. I dated a few times, but never to that point; I’m too old for that foolishness.” “So you’re saying you do miss sex…” “I’m an old man, Beth.” “You’re not that old, Henry, and you’re in great shape.” He was silent for a long time, the two of them quietly watching the flickers of the lamps on the dark walls between the frequent flashes of lightning, which washed out the lamplight and created harsh, fleeting shadows, both of them feeling the deep bass vibration of the thunder in their bones, and hearing the soothing sound of the rain, gentler now, on the roof overhead. His big hand rubbed her arm, and there was a longing wistfulness in his voice when he finally spoke. “I miss it, Beth, of course I do, but a person gets used to these things. You adjust. Mary was so sick for her last year that I was pretty used to it even before she passed. I just held her, and it was enough.” She took his hand in both of hers, and held it. “You’re a good man.” They shared a comfortable silence once more for a few minutes, before she again spoke. “What do you miss most about sex?” He chuckled. “You are full of questions tonight – ...
    and such personal ones!” “Do you mind? You don’t have to answer if I’m upsetting you - or embarrassing you.” He shook his head. “No, it’s alright; my generation just never spoke of these things as easily as yours does. I can talk to you about things I’d never talk about with anyone else.” He was silent for awhile, long enough for her to start to wonder if he was going to answer her, and then he did. “I miss everything about it, Beth. I miss the way my heart beats fast, and the way my whole body would tingle; I miss the way a woman feels, and the way she smells, and the little sounds she makes. I miss the way we’d touch each other, soft and gentle sometimes, other times with more need and urgency, and the many ways we’d communicate without saying a word. And I miss the words we would say, the ‘I love you’ and the ‘I want you’ and all the little ‘Oh gods!’ and ‘Oh yes!’ and all the other special sounds.” He paused, and then went on. “I miss the way she felt around me, with me inside of her, and the way her back would arch as she’d rise up to meet me. The warmth, the heat, that special way two people become one…” He paused, as if realizing that he was revealing too much, becoming too detailed in his recollections. He backed off, just a bit. “I miss the way a woman’s breasts feel, so soft, yet so firm and resilient…that was the cruelest thing, that they took her beautiful breasts, and she had all that pain and suffering and then died anyway.” He paused, his eyes on the flickering ...
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