1. The Legacy, Chapter 2: The Storm


    Date: 8/15/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 32, Source: LushStories

    reached that point.” She rose up, and they looked into each other’s eyes for a moment in the dim yellow light of the flickering wick, and when lightning flashed, lighting up the room, and a huge clap of thunder shook the house almost simultaneously, Beth didn’t jump of cringe at all. She pressed her finger to his lips. “Ssshhh, Henry; let’s just accept it for what it was. No regrets, no second thoughts, no over-analyzing it…okay?” He nodded silently and simply held her, enjoying the soft, warm feel of her young, female, almost-feline body against his, creating a memory of the way she felt, and of the scent of her in his nostrils and the taste of her on his tongue. Soon – too soon – he felt himself slip from her tight but tender pussy in a small gush of cum, and when he did, when he was no longer buried in her heat, she slid off and laid alongside him, nestled into his body with her head on his shoulder and his arm around her. She fell asleep quickly in the safety of his arms, her fear of the storm forgotten as the lightning continued to flash and the sound of thunder both near and far rolled across the sky. He lay awake somewhat longer, noting that the wind was finally lessening, but eventually the warmth of her, his powerful sexual release, and the ensuing exhaustion overtook him. He turned down the wick, extinguishing the lamp, and let the slow, even sounds of her breathing lull him to sleep. She awoke some time later, momentarily disoriented by his presence, but quickly ...
    remembering. She listened for a moment; her head on his chest, Beth soon realized that he was likely awake as well. “Henry?” Softly, in case she was mistaken. “Yes.” “You’re awake.” “Yes, for a little while now.” Another band of stormy weather was moving across them now, the third, or possibly fourth of the powerful storm front’s waves of violence, each slightly less intense than the one that preceded it. Beth raised her head and looked at him, and in the next bright blue flash of electrical light she saw that his eyes were wet, his cheeks tracked with tears. “Henry, are you all right?” “Yes, Beth, I’m fine.” Glancing at the clock on the night stand, she understood; it was three twenty-one, a few brief minutes more than three years since the moment that his wife, Mary, had slipped silently away. She laid her head back on his chest and put her arm across him, hugging him. “Henry, I’m sorry.” “No, it’s all right; being here, with you…it was easier. More of my memories of her are happy than sad these days, and with each passing year, but on this night… This one damned night.” “I understand, and it’s all right. I’m glad you’re here, with me, if it helps even a little.” He laughed softly, barely more than a whisper. “In truth, only a part of these tears are for my Mary; the rest…what you’ve given me, Beth… I’d almost forgotten. It was so sweet, so life-affirming. You continue to amaze me, as you always have. There’s a great deal of joy in these tears as well.” “It was nothing.” He ...
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