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Learning to Love Again (MF Rom)
Harry smiled as he watched Susan come up the driveway, bags of groceries
perilously balanced in her hands. Always so independent, Susan rarely asked
for help in anything. She prided herself in "getting the job done".
As she walked through the door, she called, "Hi sweetie! I'm home!" Harry
moved towards her to take some of the groceries from her.
"Why didn't you ask me for help, Sue?" Harry asked. "I wasn't doing anything
Susan replied, "I can handle it. If I need your help I'll call you." Harry
couldn't help but smile again.
"Susan," he said, "Why did we ever get in the first place, if you
never need my help?" "Because I love you so much, stupid!" she said putting
down the bags and reaching for her man.
Susan felt that she was the luckiest in the world. She had the perfect
man and the perfect life. "Harry," she said with a wicked grin, "Now that I
think about it there is something I think I need a little help with." With
that she seductively went over to him, put her arms around him, and kissed
him gently on the lips. She could feel the ripples of his strong muscular
back as she held him in her arms. Her gentle kisses became a little more
passionate as she inhaled his musky cologne. It was her favorite, and
although he wasn't crazy about it, he wore it because it always turned her
on. She looked up into his clear blue eyes and her heart just melted away.
Harry was thinking just how lucky he was to find a wonderful like Susan.
She was simply amazing. Her soft brown hair, meticulously parted and
fashionably styled, fell down around her shoulders as she embraced him. He
could smell her clean hair, amazed that even after being in the crowded
supermarket that her hair could smell so nice. "Well, maybe I'll stop bugging
her about those expensive shampoos and conditioners she buys," he thought.
Her scent was subtle, like the faint smell of wild flowers in the breeze.
With the closeness of her body and her lips on his, he began to feel his cock
stiffen. His response to her kiss took on more urgency, their tongues
intertwining with wild abandon. He held her close and felt the curves of her
firm body on his. His stiffness increased and he moaned softly through
Susan could now feel his erection pressing against her pubic mound and it
excited her. She could feel her getting warm and moist, as she shifted
her body so that he could press against her clitoris. As his hardness
pressed through the light dress and she was wearing, a shiver passed
throughout her body and she shuddered. Reaching between the two of them, she
started unbuttoning his while still kissing him. After getting all the
buttons open she slid her hands inside, feeling the warmth of his hairy skin.
She gently bent down to kiss each of his nipples.
Harry gasped as he felt Susan's lips on his skin. As she finished removing
his shirt, he began unzipping the back of her dress. Inch by tantalizing
inch, the zipper lowered, the exaggerated effort heightening Susan's
excitement. Finally the zipper was at its end. Susan leaned forward and let
him guide the dress down to the floor.
She stood there in her bra and panties. She was absolutely breathtaking.
Harry stood mesmerized for a moment, admiring the image of his beautiful
wife. Her sweet gently sloping breasts, with the points of her nipples just
visible under her black lace bra. Her trim muscular stomach and sexy belly
button. "Oh, how I love the shape of that innie!" he thought. His eyes
traveled lower to her bikini-cut black lace panties, her well trimmed pubic
hair just visible under the waistband, above her tanned and exquisite legs.
She ran at least a mile every day, and you could tell by looking at her
Susan was now getting hotter by the minute. She could feel his desire for
her as he gazed longingly at her. She quickly opened his belt, unzipped his
zipper and removed his pants. His underwear just barely covered his bulging
She licked her lips as she reached inside his underwear and began running her
fingers up and down his cock. It was so smooth that it drove her crazy. How
could something so hard be so smooth? She had no answer, but there it was for
As she pulled at his silky tool her heart began to beat faster; the feel of
him never failed to drive her crazy. An overpowering urge to taste him made
her squirm excitedly within his embrace. Susan slid off his underwear and
knelt in front of Harry. The scent of his sex was thoroughly intoxicating to
She wanted badly to taste his come right away, but she held herself back,
building his excitement sensuously. She began kissing his penis gently and
then ran her tongue up and down the whole length, paying special attention to
the sensitive underside, pausing only to lick his hot balls. She could feel
how full of come those balls were and it excited her even more. As he moaned
in pleasure, she engulfed his cock with her hot mouth. She held it in her
mouth, not moving anything but her tongue for a few seconds. Then she began
a steady up and down rhythm, taking him all the way into the back of her
"I've gone to heaven," thought Harry. Susan's mouth was pounding away at his
cock like a jackhammer ripping up a street. There was no way he could hold
out much longer if she kept this up. His legs felt weak as he felt the seed
rise through his cock and fill Susan's mouth. Spasm after spasm rocked his
body as wave after wave of pleasure filled him from head to toe. Susan
prolonged his orgasm for as long as she could.
As Susan enthusiastically swallowed his sticky come, she felt her excitement
growing even more. She loved the taste of Harry's come. The salty musky
taste drove her absolutely crazy. She every last drop out of him,
feeling him go soft between her lips.
As she stood up, she looked again at her man. Even after his orgasm, his cock
still looked like a viper, poised to strike. He stood her up and held her
close. As she melted into his body again, he reached behind her and began
unhooking her bra. He could smell her excitement leaking from her totally
Her swung free from their imprisonment, enticing pink nipples
pointing upward. Her nipples looked like the heart of a miniature rose
blushing scarlet with excitement. They called out to him and his mouth
obeyed. He licked and on those luscious nipples until Susan's back
was arching and it was evident that unless he got to her soon, she was
going to have to satisfy her cravings herself.
Harry peeled off Susan's and guided her down on the wide fluffy sofa.
Her was so hot! Harry could imagine his cock sliding into her warm wet
furnace, which brought him back to full hardness.
As he parted her legs he inhaled her pussy's scent, which drew his mouth
toward her like metal to a magnet.
Harry absolutely loved eating his wife's pussy. Before marrying Susan he had
eaten out a lot of girls, but none seemed to enjoy it as much as Susan. As
Harry started kissing up and down her thighs, Susan started writhing in sexual
passion. Now it was his turn to tease her for awhile.
After what seemed to Susan an eternity, Harry spread her lips and
started lightly licking her up and down, finally coaxing her clitoris
out from under its little fleshy hood. "The female body is really amazing,"
he thought, "And beautiful." Her clitoris stood erect while Harry licked and
sucked on it, causing Susan to cry out in ecstasy.
Wave after wave of pleasure trembled through her body. Her head felt light,
as her sweaty body thundered towards her earth shattering orgasm. "Oh Harry!
Ohhhh Harrrry! Oh Harrrrrrry!" she moaned, urging him on, until he felt all
her muscles contract and she came violently, with his tongue mashed against
She almost blacked out, her pleasure was so intense. "Oh Harry! You're really
terrific! I love you so!" she stammered, trying to regain her control, still
winded from her earth shattering orgasm. "I love you too Sus......"
Harry suddenly sat up in bed, his heart beating a mile a minute, as he came
fully awake. It all seemed so real, just like it happened those eight long
years ago. Harry even had a hardon, excited from the memories of his beloved
Susan. She would not be able to help him with it this time though.
He still couldn't believe that she was gone. It was so fucking unfair. A
freak accident, they called it. The driver of the lumber truck never even
saw Susan's white Honda Civic. It wouldn't have made much difference anyway,
with the speed he was going. At least she died instantly. There was no
pain. That is, no pain for Susan. Harry was absolutely torn apart. Susan
was his life. How could he go on without her? Were it not for their darling
little Melissa, Harry probably would have ended it all.
But now his life had a different purpose. He lived for Melissa, for within
her the spirit of Susan lived on. She had her mother's smile, nose and hair.
She even had some of her mother's independence, much to her father's
chagrin. Raising a in today's world as a single parent, much less a
single father, was tough.
Harry had to be both the and father, and he learned to do both jobs
well. Growing up without a was tough on Melissa too. But she was
tough like her and she had developed into quite a nice lady. She
got good grades in school, and was very popular. Still, Harry thought, she
needed a Mom.
The only problem was that Harry could not bring himself to date any women.
None that he met could hold a candle up to Susan. She was still his
measuring stick. Consequently, Harry's social life revolved around Melissa.
Her activities became his activities. She could sense the sadness in him,
but was powerless to do anything about it.
Then came Open School Night. Every parent's dread. Appointment slips were
sent home with all the children a few days before. Harry's appointment with
Miss Wilkins was at 9:30 PM. He arranged for Susan's Linda to babysit
Melissa, and off he went.
He got there a little early and had to wait about a half hour. While there
he looked at all the couples, smiling and laughing about their children, and
started to feel sad. Susan really would have liked this, he thought. Damn!
It's just not fair. He made a show of looking at all the pictures that the
kids had drawn, but his mind was on Susan.
"Mr. Wheeler! Mr. Wheeler! Are you okay?" It was Melissa's teacher, Miss
"I'm sorry, I was lost in thought and didn't hear you," said Harry.
Miss Wilkins smiled. "That's okay, you're my last appointment tonight. Why
don't you come inside."
Harry entered the small classroom and sat in one of the only two adult-sized
chairs facing the teacher's desk. He looked at Miss Wilkins. She was and attractive, with straight hair the golden color of the sun. A fragrant
scent of wildflowers flowed across her desk. She was dressed in a tight sweater that hugged her body like a long lost friend.
"Melissa is a delightful girl," Miss Wilkins said, "She brightens my day
just by being here each day." Her full lips reminded Harry of the color
of ripe apples, hanging on the tree, ready to be picked. Red, delicious,
luscious, apples. ".....don't you think, Mr. Wheeler?"
Harry shook his head slightly, trying to focus his thoughts. He hadn't had
this type of reaction to a woman since before his marriage to Susan. "I'm
acting like a teenager," he thought. "I'm sorry," he said, "I missed what
you said. I'm having trouble focusing my mind tonight. I guess I've just had
a stressful evening."
"Well, I can definitely understand that," Miss Wheeler said, "My evening
hasn't exactly been stress free either. Talking to some of these is
impossible. Mind you, most of them are really nice people, but some of them
really drive me nuts!" she said. "Hey, I've got an idea! Why don't you join
me for a cup of coffee at the coffee shop across the street. We can relax
and relieve all this pent up stress." suggested Miss Wheeler.
"Well, I don't know Miss..." began Harry.
"My name is Colleen, and I'm not taking no for an answer. So, let's go!"
As Colleen got up, Harry couldn't help but look at her shapely legs, clad in
black pantyhose with a seductive seam up the back of her legs, disappearing
under her flared black skirt. Harry's imagination followed those seams all
the way up to where they met at the center, between her legs. He had to
shift sideways to hide his growing erection from her.
They spent over two hours talking in the coffee shop. They discussed
everything from Melissa to work, music and movies. When Colleen heard about
Susan's tragic accident, her heart wept for Harry. He felt a compassion from
her that he had never felt from anybody else. He felt so at ease with
Colleen. It was as if he had known her for his whole life. There was an
obvious chemistry between the two of them.
Their conversation was interrupted by the owner of the coffee shop, who
informed them that he was closing up and that they would have to leave. They
left and stood outside together as the coffee shop's lights went out and the
owner locked up and left. Standing outside, in the glow from the streetlamp,
Colleen looked like an angel. Harry decided that that's what she was. In
his mind he became convinced that Susan had arranged this meeting so that he
could once again be happy. He looked into Colleen's deep brown eyes and felt
a strange feeling, almost as if they were him inside. He moved
closer to her and she to him.
Colleen looked at Harry. He certainly was attractive, but he was different
from most of the other she had met and dated in her life. He seemed so
soft inside, so caring and emotional. He was a true without all that
macho crap she despised. She felt herself magically drawn to him.
Their faces were now inches apart and the distance was closing rapidly. As
their lips met, a spark passed between them, the electricity them
close together. "Let's go back to my place and we can talk some more." said
Colleen, her voice a little more husky than it usually was. "We can take my
car and leave yours here, it'll be safe in the school lot." Harry nodded
agreement, barely able to talk. This was not exactly how he had planned the
evening to progress, but he sure wasn't complaining.
They drove the short distance to Colleen's townhouse and parked in the
carport. They both nervously got out of the car and walked in silence to the
front door. On the third try Colleen finally got the key to go into the lock
and the door swung open. They entered a wide hall leading to a sunken living
room stylishly appointed with a sofa, loveseat, and two overstuffed chairs.
There was a bar and stereo/video center along the right hand wall and various
paintings of peaceful landscapes on the other walls.
"Sit down and I'll make us a drink," Colleen said. "I have some champagne
in the fridge." She got the glasses and poured the bubbly liquid into the
glasses. Just as they were about to drink, Harry remembered Melissa. "Can I
use your phone? I have to check on Melissa." Harry said.
"Sure, the phone's in the kitchen, right through those doors," replied
Colleen. She watched Harry as he went through into the kitchen, and thought
again how different he was from the other she had dated. He really loves
his daughter, and why not! She's an absolute doll. Even though teachers are
not supposed to have favorites, Melissa was definitely hers. After meeting
the child's father, she began to see where she got a lot of her good points
"She's staying over at Susan's sister's house tonight," said Harry. "She
practically begged me. She's very close with Susan's Linda." He sat
back down next to Colleen on the love seat. He could smell her fragrance, and
it again exuded the same appealing sensuality to him. The toast was made to a
surprisingly pleasant evening and they drank deeply from their glasses.
Almost as one, they put their glasses down on the coffee table and resumed
their kiss from in front of the coffee shop. As their arms came up to
embrace each other, their tongues gently probed each other's mouths. The
delightful passion of the kiss excited them both.
"It's been so long," thought Harry. His hands began to roam over the
unfamiliar territory of Colleen's body. He found every curve to be a new
surprise for him. His hands explored her back, her shoulders, and her soft
sweet hair. He touched her face tracing the contours of her cheeks and ears,
all the while passionately kissing her. His excitement continued to grow,
and in no time his cock was straining against his Dockers.
Colleen's hands weren't exactly staying in one place either. She roamed his
muscled back, tracing every contour on his back, shoulders and face. He wore
an interesting cologne, musky, yet sophisticated. It suits him well, she
thought excitably. Her was dripping wet, her drenched. "He
seems to sense what I need and want," she thought. She reached between their
bodies and began stroking his rod right through his pants.
When Harry felt her fingers on his cock, he almost went crazy. He took his
hands and sought out her breasts. As he touched her delicious globes, he
shuddered with anticipation. He had to see them.
Harry slowly raised her sweater over her head. Colleen put her arms over her
head to help him and off it went. Her were enclosed in a lacy white
push up bra, although from the looks of them, they didn't need to be pushed
up very much. He reached around and unhooked her bra, freeing her upturned
breasts and revealing sweet, pointy little nipples, their tips just begging
to be sucked.
Harry's mouth attached itself to one nipple while he gently rolled the other
between his thumb and forefinger, massaging her all the while. She
looked down on him with her nipple in his mouth and moaned quietly. There was
something about this guy that was such a turn on. She couldn't put it into
words. It was as if he was lust, love, and sensuality rolled up into one
package. While she watched, he switched and took her other nipple in
While Harry was on her nipples, Colleen opened Harry's belt, undid
the button on his Dockers, and unzipped his fly. Reaching through his
underwear, she managed to pull out his erection. She gasped at the silky
smoothness of it, as she wrapped her fingers around it and began stroking it
Harry stopped and moved his mouth back up to Colleen's face, pressing
his lips to hers with passion. His hands crept up her silky pantyhose until
he reached the waistband. His hand found its way inside the pantyhose and
white lace panties, over her soft pubic mound, and into her steamy snatch.
He couldn't believe how wet her was. She was really hot, and this
excited him even more.
As he sought out her clitoris, her scent wafted toward his nostrils. It was
heavenly indeed and reminded him of Susan's scent. She moaned as he found her
clit and she increased the speed that she was stroking his cock.
Almost at the same time, they both stopped as they finished undressing each
other, until they were totally naked.
As Colleen took off her soaked she climbed on top of Harry. She
gently lowered herself onto his hard cock. As he entered her, she sighed in
satisfaction, and continued on until his entire shaft was buried in her
pussy. For a moment she concentrated, contracting her vaginal muscles around
his hard cock. Those kegal exercises really paid off. Harry was moaning and
could barely keep still.
"I can't believe how good this feels," thought Harry, "I almost forgot how
good sex could be." Colleen was incredible. The way her muscles
grabbed and milked his cock was like nothing he had ever felt nor imagined.
Colleen began moving up and down on him, slowly at first, building her speed
as she went on. Every stroke, though, ended with his cock all the way inside
her pussy. She could feel him almost hitting her cervix at the top of her
vagina, sending delicate sensations throughout her whole body. As her speed
and rhythm increased, Harry began meeting her thrusts, going even deeper than
she had thought possible. Their bodies were thrashing together desperately
trying to become one being, united in their passion.
Colleen's orgasm began first. Her vaginal muscles contracting and spasming
almost out of control. She cried out as wave after wave of climax flowed
throughout her nubile body. Just then she felt Harry's seed shoot deep
into her pussy, it's warmth spreading deliciously inside her, coating her
insides with its sticky treasure.
Harry's body was not under his own control. It responded on a primal level to
orgasm. The intense feeling of euphoria as he emptied himself into her was
indescribable. It was so good that it almost hurt.
After what seemed to both of them like the world's longest lasting orgasm,
Colleen collapsed on top of Harry, with Harry's now flaccid dick still buried
deep within Colleen's pink folds of pleasure. Colleen looked down at Harry
and saw tears in his eyes. "What's wrong?", she asked with concern.
"Don't worry," Harry replied, "These aren't tears of sadness. They're tears
of happiness. It might be too soon to say this, but what the hell. Colleen,
I think I've found what I didn't even know I was looking for. I already feel
like I've known you my whole life. It's as if we were meant to be together.
Oh, you probably think I'm just being silly or wishy-washy."
"No," said Colleen, "I understand completely. I feel it too. It's weird. I
mean, I only met you and I'm already madly in love with you." She couldn't
believe she'd just said that. "What a jerk I am," she thought.
"Well, Colleen, I'm madly in love with you, too. I never thought I'd find
someone to replace my Susan, but I think I have. I'm positive that she
arranged for us to meet, and fall in love. She knew that I needed someone
and that Melissa needed a Mom. I can't believe I'm asking this, but will you
marry me, Colleen?"
Colleen was speechless. She'd just had incredible sex with the of her
dreams and here he was asking her to marry him. "Yes, I'll definitely marry
you!" Colleen said.
And they did get married, and although it may sound corny, they all lived
happily ever after.
Author's Note: I'm very interested in any feedback that you, the reader, may
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Special thanks to Kristen for proofreading this for me and for providing
me with lots of guidance.