Forbidden Rain...

After my wife Arabella died, the house and my life changed.

It wasn’t just that it was quiet — it was the kind of quiet that presses on your ribs. Even the ticking clock sounded indecent, as if it didn’t know when to stop.
We’d been happily married twelve years and still married to this day of course. the sort of love that writes songs — like a shared rhythm, steady and sure. When COVID took her, it was like the music stopped mid-bar.
I stood in the lounge transfixed at every single noise; it’s like my brain had shut down and couldn’t tell my body to do anything.

An almighty crash jarred my concentration.

“I’m okay, just walked into something again.. oh well that’ll bruise” emanated from the hallway.
Alora-Rose came hobbling into the lounge, her daughter from a previous relationship,
Her mother’s daughter alright but totally her own way of holding pain — private, careful. A young girl of 20 and still trying to be strong for everyone else, a real people pleaser.

Arabella had been with an abusive partner before meeting me and begrudgingly asked her grandparents to look after Alora-Rose so to keep her safe, she’d come and stay over the weekends, but she was happy where she was, until she was 18 when she moved back in.

We talked a lot in those quiet evenings. Always happy memories and sometimes sad ranging from the smell of her perfume, the hypotheticals at 3/4am to the ever-apparent empty side of the bed. Sometimes we stayed up too late, photos spread out on the table like ghosts we’d invited back, we both cried copious amounts during these evenings, we both truly missed her.
A few weeks later, everything changed.

***

A thunderstorm shook the house.
I woke from the noise, sitting up, rubbing my eyes from the short nap I was lucky enough to get. I switched the bedside lamp on, went and made coffee returning with a Jack Reacher novel and made myself comfortable. It was only a few minutes before Alora-Rose appeared at my bedroom door, silhouetted by lightning, visibly shaking from the loud rumbles of thunder.
I sipped my coffee and motioned for her to come in; she was dressed in short shorts and a bralette. I reached for my t shirt from the chair and popped it on to be more gentlemanly.
I went back to my book, she had her back to me, and I assumed she had fallen straight back to sleep. I moved myself softly to get more comfortable when she turned and spoke softly.

“Sooooo….. Can I have a cuddle??”
She has never been one for people invading her personal space, so she was obviously emotional or needy for support. I always let her come to me; everything was on her terms so that she was comfortable.
I agreed, placed my book beside me on the quilt, and she was turned almost instantly, eyes bloodshot from crying, I grabbed her a tissue from the nightstand and handed it to her.

Normally her hugs were short, sharp and quite limp, but this one was far from it, she was cuddled in tightly like a bear grip, everytime I moved to get more comfortable she’d squeeze a little tighter.
“it’s okay, I’m right here I’m not going anywhere” I told her softly.

I kissed her on the top of her head and her vice like grip relaxed slightly, we both sat there locked in this embrace for what felt like another hour, it was realistically more 10 minutes, I peered down and saw she was fast asleep. The thunder had subsided, and had been replaced by therapeutic rain, I laid her back on the side of the bed, got up, opened the window and laid back down listening to the rain.
***
Around 30 minutes later she turned, the shorts had risen to become hot pants like, I caught a sneak glimpse of her ample cleavage, her hand was plonked on my chest, I kissed her hand gently before moving it. within seconds it was back there again.

I fell asleep quite rapidly once I had closed my eyes, I woke around 2 hours later to find the house in darkness. I took my clothes off and laid back down thinking I was alone again, it was around 5 minutes of laying in the darkness when I realised I WAS NOT ALONE.

Alora-Rose turned in her sleep, her breathing made my chest warm, I kissed her on her head and settled beside her.

She instantly woke and moved up to be level with me, it was about 30 seconds of her making my lips warm with her breath, before she kissed me full force, we both didn’t back away from it.
Within seconds hands were everywhere, with unadulterated passion, and purpose. I stripped her bralette off and took her ample boobs in my hands, gently playing with her nipples, her small moans filling the silence as she was wriggling herself free of her shorts.

I instantly placed my hand between her thighs expecting to pull her panties off but there wasn’t any on (I always liked catching a glimpse of her panties), I instantly started to slide my fingers in around her tight pussy, her moans becoming more frequent and her kisses becoming more forceful, and that’s when she grabbed my hard cock.

I could feel her pretty little smile on her face from the way she kissed me, she stopped, and within seconds she had my cock in her mouth, the warmth from it making me buck into her mouth more.
I laid back and enjoyed the wet sloppy head she was giving me, periodically pushing her head a little deeper, both our moans in complete sync. She took her mouth off my cock and replaced it with her hand, her saliva not allowing her to get a long enough grip.
I was laid there thinking reality would hit and we’d stop but we didn’t.. I brought her up to kiss me again, and that’s when she really sent me over the edge

“Going to fuck me with that big toy daddy??”

I was in ecstasy, I grabbed her, flung her on the bed, and dove between her legs like an animal, my tongue movements on her clit and pussy making her squirm and wriggle. I moved up to her nipples and slid my fingers in her soaking pussy. Yet she was still tight.
I lined up my cock with her pussy. Rubbed the tip up and down it to tease her some more, I was in the moment and didn’t think, but blurted out:

“Going to take daddy’s big toy like a good girl”

She instantly moved her hips to force my cock inside her. Her warmth and tightness swallowing my cock whole.

“Fuck yes I’m a good girl”

We went at it for another 10-15 minutes of various positions, I could feel my balls getting tight and me being close to shooting my cum.

“I’m going to cum” I screamed in the darkness.

“Good, I want that big load in my mouth”

I instantly changed positions, and without a seconds hesitation, her mouth was tasting her pussy of my stiff cock, my legs became tense, her mouth gripped and I shot rope after rope of cum into her mouth, her mouth going down it slowly and with purpose.

She swallowed it all and licked her lips like some cum crazed whore, and that’s when reality hit and the magnitude of what had happened hit me.. but I didn’t care.

We both fell asleep pretty rapidly, no cuddle just on each side of the bed, but a mutual contentment.
A fair few hours later I woke to the smell of fresh coffee being brewed and toast being prepared, I grabbed my clothes and headed for the shower, I showered quickly and joined her in the kitchen, both not wanting to bring last night up, or being the first one to break.

No words were spoken between us, the tension was horrific! my mood changed when i found things that i didnt ever expect to find...

Part 2 perhaps??