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The night of my wife’s funeral

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We did not plan on it happening but it did and now I am glad it did. Fiction, cheating, related, oral, photo

I know that this story will make many people feel uncomfortable but you need to understand that it did happen and I no longer feel that I did something wrong.

Thursday night, Sue and I had a great sex session before going to sleep. Friday morning, she made me bacon and eggs. We kissed and I went to work. When I returned home I found her on the living room couch, dead. Sue was only twenty-four years old.

The doctors determined that she died from a brain aneurism that could not have been detected. Sue had never complained about headaches or dizziness or any other problems that might say that there was a problem.

Two weeks later we had the funeral and burial. About twenty people attended. When it was over, we went back to our home and had a small buffet that I had hired people to put on. People chatted and shared stories and consoled me for a couple hours and then started leaving.

Sue’s sister, Donna was the last person remaining. I wiped the tears out of her eyes and we sat on the couch. She put her head on my shoulder and sobbed. I don’t know how it happened or who did what first, but the next thing I knew, we were kissing. The next thing I remember, we were in my and Sue’s bed and my cock was pounding in and out of Donna’s fury cunt.

We fucked twice before falling asleep, first in the missionary position and then doggie. In the morning, I woke to the feeling of Donna giving me a blowjob. At first, my mind imagined that it was Sue. She often woke me that way. I quickly realized that it was Donna. After she had finished the job, she slid up next to me and cuddled. We looked at each other and started crying and apologizing to each other.

It had happened and we could not undo it. Donna was two years younger than Sue and had never been married. I didn’t know anything about her sex life. All I knew was that she was doing everything perfectly. We had always gotten along well and liked each other. She often came to visit us. Most people would not understand what was happening but making love with Donna made me feel content and even closer to my wife. It would not have been anything more than just fucking with anyone else.

Donna and I continued seeing each other and screwing every time we were able to get together. I wanted to be with her, and she wanted to be with me. We had to be careful when we were in public. We could not hold hands or sit close to each other. People would think we were doing something wrong. We probably were but we did not feel like we were.

I came up with a solution and Donna loved my idea. It took a few weeks but I found a new job in another city. I rented a nice apartment and Donna and I moved into it and lived happily as man and wife.

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  • Reply Joe ID:7481adjbql

    Nothing wrong in what you done . Keep on fucking her and enjoy it .

  • Reply Cracksniffer ID:2e0667y6ia

    No need to feel any guilt. Sue is yesterday. Dead and buried. Now you’ve got her clearly slutty whore of a sister. What’s not to enjoy?