My story begins as just another ordinary day during a very difficult time in my life. I had just turned fifty, and had lost my darling husband, Gene, about five months before. Our two children were both out of the home, one at college and one working in a nearby town. While I still mourned the loss of my loved one, I had also come to detest my loneliness and feelings of isolation. After the initial strong showing of support and comfort from family and friends, I was now experiencing long periods of time alone and with nothing to do. To combat these feelings, I had taken on a project of renovating our, that is, my, kitchen, something that had been long overdue. And while it was something of an empty activity, at least it gave me something to do. I had hired a local carpenter to do the work. He was a gentleman of about forty-five who was very friendly, in a country sort of way. While I was generally in no mood to laugh, he had a way of getting me to smile with his disarming humor and positive approach to life. It didn't hurt that he was also an attractive man with well-defined muscles and dark handsome features. It made me feel better just to be around a man, though I had never entertained taking anything beyond a business relationship. There had been some very innocent flirting, the kind of thing that occurs between any man and woman, but I had always been cautious. This particular morning, my carpenter friend had shown up to work very early, about seven in the morning. He had let himself in with a key that I had provided, as I had often been gone when he needed to be working. I suppose he did not want to disturb me so early in the morning. Hearing the rumblings in the kitchen, I had gotten up to investigate, though I guess I must have known in the back of my mind that it was John, my builder friend. I wandered in a sleepy state into the kitchen and said hello and mentioned the early hour, as I got myself a cup of coffee. John was silent for a moment and finally said, "Well, hello," in a subdued tone. It was at that point that I realized that I had walked out in my sheer see through nightie that barely covered my bottom, with no underwear on. I know I must have blushed mightily, as I stood there trying to think of something to say. "Oh, I didn't realize you were here!" I finally blurted out, and made a hasty retreat back into my bedroom. "That's okay," he called after me, "I didn't mind at all!" I stood in my bedroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was aghast as I realized that John had probably gotten an eyeful as my nipples, rear end, and much of my mostly shaved pussy was visible through the sheer fabric. Though I was feeling very embarrassed, I also began to feel somewhat excited. Though I was fifty, I had worked hard at keeping in shape. I weighed one hundred twenty-five pounds, which was well distributed. Though my breasts had begun to sag, they were still pendulous and a moderate size. The look on John's face told me that his seeing me had not been a bad experience for him. I looked hard in the mirror, and wondered if I should be a little more playful. It had been a long time since I had had even a friendly relationship with a man, and John seemed so nice and non- threatening. I had been thinking about sex a lot lately. Gene and I had always had an active sex life for over twenty-eight years, and I had always found it exciting. Though he was not well endowed at just under five and a half inches, he was always eager to please me. I had never reached an orgasm through intercourse, but he always found a way to make me come by other means. We had experimented with many things, including dildos and mild bondage to keep things from getting too routine. One of my favorite fantasies had been exhibitionism, and thinking of exposing myself had brought me off many times. I thought to myself, "maybe I'll just play with John a little. It might be fun." With that, I went back out into the kitchen, wearing just the little nightie, and began fixing a little something to eat. John had returned to his work and began his usual friendly banter. I'm sure he assumed that I would be covered up with a bathrobe by now. As I looked into the refrigerator to get some orange juice, I heard him suddenly stop his talking, as I imagined that he had glanced over and realized what I was still wearing. As I leaned over, I could feel my nightie slide up my backside, and I know that most of my bottom must have been exposed. I began to make casual conversation as I sashayed around the kitchen with my breasts swinging and my nightie offering occasional glimpses of my crotch. I was enjoying this more than I had anticipated. John was still unusually quiet for him, as I sat in a nearby chair, and began to ask him about the work he was doing. I could feel his eyes on my pussy as he stammered out his answers. I began to adjust my legs so that he might have a clearer view. As I was enjoying my game, I became aware of a large bulge in his pants that was becoming more and more prominent. It suddenly occurred to me that John might be becoming genuinely excited, and that my flirtations might lead to something more substantial. Suddenly, I became overwhelmed by a force inside me. I became more bold, and got up to walk back to the refrigerator. I pretended to drop my napkin and leaned over to pick it up. I knew that John could clearly see my entire bottom and my pussy lips, and possibly a little peek at my butthole. "Oops," I said, and turned to face him. His penis was now straining against his blue jeans. It was as if someone else was controlling my actions now as I reached out and began to fondle his bulge. I felt some urgency now as I quickly unsnapped his jeans and unzipped his fly. I pulled his pants down as he made no attempt to resist. Hungrily, I pulled down his briefs and his raging hard on sprang out. I stopped for a moment and just looked at it. It was at least ten inches long and very thick, with veins running the length of the shaft up to a large, perfectly shaped head. His balls were very large as well, though they were tight in their sac with his excitement. His penis was more than twice the size of my late husband's. I began to caress it with both hands, lost in a state of animal lust. I felt his balls. I slid my hands up and down the shaft and over the head. Instinctively, I lowered my head down and began to kiss and lick his huge cock all over. "I'm sorry, Gene," I thought to myself, "but it just tastes too good." I licked his balls and cock for a good ten minutes and it grew impossibly large. I could tell he was ready to explode, and I began sucking the head in earnest, licking the glans and putting as much of the shaft as I could in my mouth. His groans told me he was about to come, and soon I felt the first of many warm spurts of his milky semen. It splashed against the roof of my mouth again and again, covering my tongue. Soon my mouth was completely full of his cum. I swallowed it all, and then began to lick the remaining jism off his still hard dick. We remained for a moment like that, as John caught his breath, and I tried to figure out what I had just done. Then John began to take the initiative. He began to kiss me on the lips and neck and fondled my breasts and pussy underneath my nightie. Soon he removed the flimsy garment and I was standing before him in the nude, feeling unbelievably excited. He took his time as he fondled and licked me all over. He laid me back on the table and began to lick my pussy. I came hard with my legs flailing in the air, totally exposed to this man. Finally, he stopped, and I was stunned to see that his penis was once again erect. He removed his clothes, turned me around, and leaned me over the table. My pussy gushed with wetness as he began to slide his dick into my twat from behind. He slowly pushed his hips against my butt cheeks as he worked his length into my pussy. As he sunk the last of his cock into me, he began to hump my ass, his balls slapping against my mound of venus. I had never felt so submissive or excited as he pounded me. I began to feel like I had never felt before, with an excitement I had never felt during intercourse before. As his huge dick strained against my pussy, I had the most intense orgasm of my life. I had two more before John emptied another load of cum into me. We lay there exhausted, then I got up and went to get dressed. I had been a little embarrassed by my actions, but I had enjoyed the result. After this day, we regularly had sex as John finished my kitchen renovation, and I became a bit of a slave to his cock. I sucked him nearly every day that he was over, I let him shoot his cum on my face and breasts, and even took his huge dick up my ass, something that I never even let Gene do with his little dick. But somehow it seemed like the thing to do, and it felt great once we got it in. Gradually, John drifted away, as he took other jobs in other towns, but about a month ago, he called up and wanted to come by. Of course, I said yes, and I ended up bringing him off three times, in my mouth, pussy, and ass. I hope I hear from him again soon.