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The next morning they woke when Becky’s phone rang. She grabbed it and answered quickly, hoping not to wake Tim. “Hello?” She listened and then said “Thank you,” hung up and woke Tim.

“Hon I’m sorry, but that was Home Hospice. Bill has taken a turn for the worse. I hate to do this but we need to leave and go back home.”

“Of course we do. Grab a shower while I call room service for breakfast,” he said.

After Becky finished, Tim showered quickly and started packing until their breakfast arrived. They both ate solemnly and then finished packing and headed down to checkout. While Becky settled the bill Tim had the valet pull their car up.

The drive home was mostly silent, both wrapped up in their thoughts. Becky was coming to grips with the impending probable loss of her husband of more than forty years, and Tim was struggling with the loss of a friend and mentor as well as the certainty that his relationship with Becky would be changing. Just how, he didn’t yet know.

When they arrived at Becky’s home they discovered that hospice had installed a hospital bed in the living room. Bill looked pale and weak, but smiled when he saw the two of them.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt your special weekend together,” he said.

“Don’t be foolish,” Tim said. “You are the most important person to both of us.”

“Yes, you are, my love,” Becky added. 


“Thank you,” Bill said, “Please understand that I don’t want Becky to be alone after I go. And Tim, she loves you and I think you love her. There is nothing better I could hope for. I’ll be gone soon and there is nothing any of us can do to change that. So please go forward and be everything to each other.”

Neither Becky nor Tim knew how to respond to that.

The next morning Becky called Tim. “He’s gone.”

“I’m so sorry, hon. How can I help?”

“I’m waiting for hospice to arrive and declare. Since he was under their care there’s no need for an autopsy if they sign off. Then they will call the mortuary to pick him up. I think I need to deal with all this myself, but thank you for offering.”

“Let me know if you need anything, hon.”

For the next four days Becky texted Tim just once a day, checking in and initially letting him know how the funeral plans were progressing. On the appointed day Tim showed up at the funeral home and paid his respects. He followed the procession to the graveyard and stood a decent distance from the widow so as not to create gossip.

Becky spent the following month grieving the loss of her long term husband. Many nights she cried herself to sleep. She never texted or called Tim, although she longed to, because she needed to be true to her husband’s memory.

For his part, Tim ached for contact with Becky. But he understood that she loved Bill, and needed to grieve for him. He only hoped that, once the hurt eased, she might resume her relationship with him. He had come to understand that it was much more than sex…

After three months Becky finally called him. “Would you like to have lunch?” she said

“Certainly.”

“Tim, it’s JUST lunch, understand?” she said.

“Of course, Becky. However you need things to progress,” he replied.

That lunch led to weekly meetings and then a few times a week and finally Becky invited herself to his cabin for dinner.

“Tim, we need to talk. Or rather, I need to talk. Please just listen until I finish,” Becky said.

“Of course, whatever you need,” he replied as they sat together on the sofa.

“You know that Bill had to talk me into our affair. In the beginning I felt very guilty when I left here and went home to him. Sometimes I would tell him that and say that I wanted to stop. Every time he managed to talk me out of it.

“And I can’t deny that I enjoyed our time together, and I don’t just mean the sex. That was great, but you’re an all-round great guy. You made me laugh, and taught me things, and gave me love even knowing I was devoted to Bill. Very unselfish.

“When he passed my doubts came back, but he wasn’t here to talk me into seeing you. I’ve struggled with that over the past six months. And I struggled with the realization that I love you. At first I thought it was just misplaced gratitude, but it isn’t. I do love you, yet there is still a part of me that feels I’m being disloyal to Bill.” Becky paused.

After several minutes of silence, Tim said, “Are you finished? That all sounds too much like a goodbye speech.”

“NO! Not at all. In fact, just the opposite. I came here tonight to tell you I want us to become a couple, if you want. And I have something else to tell you that you probably won’t believe. Last night Bill came to me as I lay in bed trying to fall asleep. He told me he was disappointed in me, that you are a great guy and I deserve to be with someone the rest of my life. He kissed me on the forehead and said ‘I’ll see you on the other side when it’s your turn to go’ Sahabet and then vanished,” Becky explained.

“I love you, so you should know I want us to be together more than anything in the world, but only if you’re sure,” Tim said.

“Hon, I am more sure than ever, and we have Bill’s complete blessing,” Becky assured him as she moved to sit right next to him. She leaned in to kiss him and as their lips met she pushed her tongue into his mouth, frenching him for the first time since they met.

Their kiss went on for several minutes and when she broke it off she said “I have wanted to do that forever, but could never violate Bill’s prohibition on it. Now he’s given us complete license to do everything we want together.”

“So where do we go from here,” Tim asked.

“Well, some will think it unseemly for me to date after only six months. Here in the Bible Belt one year is the usual minimum. But we’re not young, and I don’t want to risk wasting the next six months. I know that, despite your beliefs, you would gladly accompany me to church each week but I don’t think we should rush into that. Honestly, church is one of the epicenters of the gossip mill around here.

So let’s just do normal dating things – movies, dinners at restaurants, and so on. The word will get out soon enough and after the initial pushback we can ignore it all and do anything. Maybe I’ll give you a blowjob on the town square,” she teased.

“That might be just a bit over the top, not to mention illegal,” Tim responded.

“There’s something else I want to discuss. I love your cabin but I prefer living in town. But I can’t handle having you move into the house I shared with Bill for so many years. I want to sell my house and buy something else, maybe not in Clarkesville. We could look in Cleveland and even Dahlonega or Blairsville, if you like.”

“That’s a big decision but if it’s what you want, I’m fine with it. My suggestion would be to get your house ready to show and put it on the market. We can start looking and if it sells before we’ve found something you can move in here for the interim.”

“My thoughts exactly. And I hope this isn’t too forward, but I packed some clothes to leave here. I had hoped I’d be spending the night tonight and figured while we still have to live apart most of the time it would be easier if I had some things here,” Becky told him.

“Not a problem. We’ll just have to rearrange the closet since I sort of spread my clothes out so it doesn’t look too empty. And I’ll clear out the Shaker dresser in the bedroom for you to use,” Tim promised.

“Thank you hon. Now will you please make love with me before I burst?”

“It will be my honor, my love.”

Tim led her into the bedroom and they turned back the bed. He undressed her slowly and tenderly, then stripped off his own clothes. He laid her back on the bed, and lay beside her. He began kissing her, as his hand roamed over her body gently. This would be the first time they truly made love instead of having sex, both having revealed the depth of their emotions.

When his hand reached between her legs he found she was already wet. Forgoing the oral he loved giving her in favor of making love he lifted himself between her legs. When he lowered himself down his cock naturally lay right at her opening. He pressed forward slowly and as his head penetrated her she cried out “yes!” and grabbed his ass cheeks to pull him in faster.

Tim knew what she wanted and gladly complied. He thrust himself into her until there was no more to go. Fully inside her, his tip brushing her cervix, he lay still, enjoying the sensations and letting her do the same. She pushed on his hips and he knew she wanted more. He began stroking in and out, but keeping his movements slow and tender. He could already feel the pressure building up inside him, likely the result of the long gap since they’d last been together as well as the emotion of this experience.

“Hon, I’m not going to last long,” Becky told him.

“Me either, sweetheart.”

“Would you speed up a little, please?

Tim started stroking faster but still strove to remain tender and gentle. It made no difference as they both felt themselves nearing climax. “Now,” Becky said and her pussy began throbbing and clenching on his shaft. That was all it took to bring on his own orgasm, and he shot his cum into her in a series of rapid spurts.

When she peaked and he finished shooting off, he kept himself fully inside her. She wrapped her arms around his back to hug him tight to her, and they kissed again and again and again. When he eventually softened and slipped out of her, they remained side by side, touching and caressing.

“Do you want a shower, hon,” Tim asked her.

“No, I want to feel you inside me until you leak out. Don’t worry, I’ll wash the sheets in the morning,” she promised.

Dinner forgotten, they both felt themselves drifting off to sleep. Becky kissed Tim then rolled onto her side, Sahabet Giriş pulling him to her back to spoon. As he did Tim’s cock nestled itself along her ass crack and he reached over and cupped her breast in his hand. Becky’s hand immediately covered his and they fell asleep like that.

The emotions of the night before had drained them both, despite being very positive. It was after six-thirty when Tim woke the next morning. Becky was still sleeping so he continued spooning and holding her until his need to pee became irresistible. Reluctantly slipping his hand out from under her’s and off her breast, he eased out of bed and used the hall bath to relieve himself. Then he opened the refrigerator and drank more than half the large bottle of water he always kept there, craving hydration.

When he went back into the bedroom he saw Becky sitting on the toilet in the en suite, obviously now awake. She finished peeing, wiped, and flushed, then crossed to him and kissed him. “Sorry about the morning breath,” she said, insincerely.

“You have the breath of angels anytime of the day, my love,” he said.

“You’re full of it but thanks for the romantic sentiment. Want to shower with me?”

“Always, hon,” he said as he turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. They stepped into the stall and took turns soaping and rinsing each other until they were clean.

After getting out and drying off, Becky said “Since we skipped dinner last night I’m starving. The bakery in Helen won’t be open for a couple of hours. What do you say to heading into Clarkesville for Huddle House?”

“You know, I’ve never been there. I’ve been to Huddle House, but not the one here in town. Is it any good?” he said.

“It is premium greasy spoon, but it’s our greasy spoon,” she joked.

Decision made they dressed and soon headed into town. Being Saturday and barely seven thirty they easily found a vacant booth at the restaurant. Both asked for coffee while they scanned the menu, trying to decide what they wanted to eat. Becky selected a two egg breakfast with sausage and toast while Tim chose the Big House breakfast with three eggs, sunny-side up, hash browns, grits and toast.

When they finished and paid, Becky said, “Let’s go by my house. I’d like to bring more clothes to your cabin, and I’m pretty sure I have an extra hair dryer I can take there as well.”

“Good thinking,” Tim replied, “That’s one appliance I don’t have,” as he ran a hand over his shaved bald head.

In her house Tim looked around while she collected the things she wanted. He wondered what they would do if her house sold before they found another. Storage pods, he supposed.

Once Becky was satisfied she had everything she wanted they loaded the car and drove back to the cabin. They brought everything inside and set it all on the bed. Tim emptied the Shaker dresser, finding places for everything in the walk-in closet, then rearranged his hanging clothes to free up the space she would need. Becky first filled the dresser with panties, bras, socks, shorts, and sweaters. Then she hung her remaining items in the closet and finally stashed her hair dryer and brushes under the second sink in the vanity.

“What did you have planned for today,” Becky asked him.

“Nothing, really. There’s always weeding to do around this place but it’s going to get up to ninety later today. I don’t feel like working outside in the heat.”

“It’s still early and only about seventy-eight. Why don’t we see what we can get weeded before lunch?” Becky suggested. “I did bring some old jeans if you have a t-shirt I can borrow.”

“Or you could go topless, work on your no-lines tan,” he proposed, hopefully.

“I think I’ll save naked for later on,” Becky replied. “Now find me a t, please.”

After dressing in work clothes they sprayed each other with sunscreen then bug repellent and headed outside. Tim got two five-gallon buckets, a weeder, gloves, a knee pad and an old piece of two-inch rigid insulation. He gave Becky a bucket, weeder, gloves and the knee pad, keeping the rest for himself.

They spent the next couple of hours weeding the circle inside the drive as well as a few areas surrounding the cabin. While Becky dumped the last bucket loads of weeds where Tim had shown her, he got the weed killer and sprayed the areas that were too densely weedy with tiny plants. After they put everything away they went inside and both drank cold water greedily.

“Do you have anything for lunch?” Becky asked.

“I can make turkey sandwiches. I do have spinach and artichoke soup if you want,” he told her.

“The sandwich sounds good but after working out in the sun I don’t think I want hot soup.”

“I agree.”

Tim fixed sandwiches for both, one for Becky and two for himself. Taking the water bottles they sat the the table and ate lunch silently.

After cleaning the dished, Tim said “Thanks for your help with the weeding. Is there anything you want to do Sahabet Güncel Giriş this afternoon?”

“As a matter of fact, there is,” she said as she grabbed his cock through his pants. “We’re already sweaty so we may as well get more so before we shower,”

“You’re incorrigible,” Tim told her.

“Count your blessings,” she retorted.

They went into the bedroom and both stripped. They’d never made the bed this morning as she planned to wash the sheets, so they just tossed the top covers back and climbed in.

“Last night was wonderful but today I want you to fuck me. Pump me hard, please,” Becky told him.

This time Tim started by first kissing her mouth, then licking and kissing his way down her body. She loved when he kissed the place on the side where her neck met her torso. And she adored it when he nibbled and tongued her nipples, first one then the other.

Once both nipples were fully erect and hard he moved down further. He paused at her navel, licking and tongue-fucking just as he soon would do with her pussy. Becky was already moaning softly, but near continuously. He was close enough to smell her aroma, which told him she was already extremely wet. She’d recently trimmed the triangle of pubic hair that ran from below her waist down to just above her clit as she knew that was how he liked it. The dense hairs were probably only a bit more than one-eighth of an inch in length, and he nuzzled them with his cheeks.

He moved his head to her left and then down, running the tip of his tongue down the crease between her thigh and torso. When he got to the bottom he licked across her, tickling her perineum with his tongue and then running it up the crease of her right thigh.

“Please, please!” Becky cried, “I want to feel you on me. Stop teasing.”

He lifted over so he was fully inside her spread legs and then reached up and licked from the top of her slit down to the bottom, still avoiding her clit. At the bottom he drove his tongue as far into her as it would go, then wiggled it inside her.

“Oh jeeze that feels wonderful! Don’t stop!”

He kept it up until his tongue began to tire and then moved back up her slit. He slid two fingers inside her and, making the come here curling movement, found and rubbed her G-spot. When she shrieked “Yes!” he moved his head up further and clamped his lips onto her clit. She screamed even louder when he started flicking his tongue back and forth over its’ tip while continuing to rub her G.

His multi-pronged assault soon proved more than she could stand and Becky came hard. Even with him on top of her she thrust her hips up towards the ceiling, raising her ass off the mattress as she cried out “Damn, damn, damn, damn!” Tim didn’t stop anything until she clamped her thighs around his head then took it in her hands and pushed him off her clit. She was just too sensitive to be touched, and Tim gently pulled his fingers out from inside her.

He didn’t let her rest for long, however. Crawling up he lay on her with his cock right at her pussy opening. “Now,” she said, pulling on his hips to bring him inside her. As soon as his head was in her he slammed his cock hard, fully into her. As soon as he touched bottom he pulled back out, until just his head remained inside and then slammed into her again.

Tim kept pounding her pussy as hard as he could and she kept urging him on. She bucked up to meet him when he drove in and then pulled back when he did. They were each fucking the other, and in the process fucking themselves as well. Tim changed his angle so his shaft would hit her clit on the way in and out and it drove her crazy.

“I’m going to cum NOW!” she shouted and he felt her pussy squeeze his cock as hard as it could. “Yes!” he cried and slammed into her, cum spurting from his tip and bathing her pussy and cervix in warm moisture. He kept shooting spurt after spurt until his balls were empty and his cock head extremely sensitive. At that he stopped pumping, lay still, and let her hot softness, and their combined moisture, surround him.

They lay together for several minutes, catching their breath and slowing their heart rates. Both were covered in a sheen of sweat, all of it from the sex rather than the weeding. They were exhausted but it was a great feeling.

“Thank you baby, that was just what I needed today!” Becky told him.

“I think we both had pretty incredible orgasms, hon,” he replied. “Now we need to shower so we can wash the sheets.”

“Don’t you have a clean set we can put on?” she asked.

“Yes, but they’re the flannel ones I use in the winter. They’d be too hot this time of year. We’ll have to wash these and put them back on.”

“Okay,” she said as she got out of bed and fixed the shower. Now that she had a hair dryer here she planned to wash her hair as well as the rest of her, and him.

When they finished washing they dried off and when Becky reached for clean panties he stopped her. “No need to clothes if we’re not going out,” he said.

Becky grinned and nodded. Their experiences in Savannah had made her much more comfortable with nudity. Then she stripped the bed and tossed the sheets and pillowcases into the washer. After checking with Tim she set it for his recommended setting and hit start.

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