Carol and her husband, Jack, had been close to me for many years. I saw them every year when I went home for the holidays and we kept in touch through the year. I was called home suddenly when Jack died from pneumonia. He was only 45.
During the week I was there after the funeral, Carol confided in me how difficult it had been the past few years. Jack had suffered from severe depression and had locked himself away from the family for months at a time. Their marriage had been sexless for years. We would talk long into the night that week and she cried on my shoulder more times than I can remember.
We talked often on the phone in the weeks that followed and slowly became more intimate. One night she revealed her interest in "kinky" sex and I suggested we try something over the phone. She agreed and was both nervous and eager.
For the next hour her hands became my hands as I guided her. Caressing her breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples. Her soft moans told me she was getting into it. My hands caressed her entire body. Fingertips running up the inside of her thighs.
"Are you wet?" I asked
"Oh God yes" she whimpered
I had her to get her vibrator and for long minutes I had her tease her tits and nipples with the humming toy. I ordered her to slowly drag the vibe down her body, avoiding her now soaked pussy, and run it along her thighs. She was moaning constantly now.
"So close" she panted "Please?" she gasped. I had her run the vibrator lightly over her pussy lips before slipping it inside she began to cum immediately. I spoke softly to her the entire time, telling her how hot she was, how sexy, how I loved the dripping wetness between her legs.
It went on and on.... "Oh oh I.I.I. cant stop" she wailed at one point as years of pent up need washed over her in orgasm after orgasm. In the end, exhausted and totally spent, she lay there gasping for breath.
"It wouldn't stop. I couldn't stop" she chuckled.
