A Widower's Journey of Rediscovery and Unlikely Attraction

LOST SOUL

Sorry I'm not a writer. I just like to write. So if there are mistakes ,errors ,etc. so be it.


It all started when I lost my wife to a heart attack a little over 3 years ago. For the next several months was becoming more and more depressed. After 37 years of marriage I was all alone.

She and I had a great sex life . Even after 37 years we still enjoyed regular sex.
She always managed to find something new to try. We were best friends and could talk about anything. If there was ever a problem between us we never hid it. We were always able to work out a happy medium that we both to live with.

I'm nothing special I just loved my wife from the day we met. We just clicked I don't know how else to describe it. Although there were times I wondered what she saw in me.

Because I know what I saw in her and that was everything I loved.
So when she died huge part of me died too. Making it hard for me to care about anything ever again. Life had kind of lost its meaning.

So I kind of let everything go to shit. The only place I ever went was to the cemetery. I didn't bathe I didn't shave I didn't clean house.

One day my wife’s sister showed up. Worried about me because she hasn't seen or heard from me. When she knocked I really didn't want to answer the door. Reluctantly I opened the door and let her in.

Upon seeing me and the state of the house. She said " what the Hells wrong with you?" " You know sis would be pissed if she saw the house like this." "You look like you haven't shaved or bathed n months."
“What the fuck is up with you she said. " I don't see any point. I have no reason anymore." " Bullshit! You have family and friends who love and miss you. "

"I want you to get yourself cleaned up and I'll be back tomorrow. We're going to turn this hell hole into a home again." With that said she left. It was hard for me but I showered and shaved. Found clean clothes and try to prepare myself for tomorrow.

The next morning around 9 there's a knock on the door. My wife’s sister Ruth was it back to start straightening up things. "You look almost human again." She said. I managed a half-hearted smile. Then she said “Let's get busy. You Start the laundry. I'll work on the dishes." "Okay slave driver" I said.

Upon coming back from the laundry room she tells me to start picking up all the trash. Hearing her voice come from the kitchen. She sounded an awful lot like my wife. I never noticed before how much they sound like.

But Ruth has a lot dirtier mouth and my wife. Her vocabulary seemed to consist mostly of the word fuck. A word that my wife almost never used.

We small talk through the day as we worked. Her voice was soothing to me as she sounded so much like my wife. As the day went on I began to enjoy hearing her curse. I tried to imagine my wife doing it, but she only curse like that during sex.

We took a break and we're sitting at the table drinking a cold drink. Just kind of chatting. I noticed several things about Ruth that I never noticed before. There were times she resembled my wife.

My wife had auburn hair where Ruth’s is more red. They had the same color of eyes. The very biggest difference between them Ruth was about 2 inches taller and weighed in about 20 pounds heavier.

But most of that 20 pounds were her tits. She was at least a DD Where my wife was only between A or B cup. And her ass was a little bigger than my wife’s. But Ruth had had 4 kids my wife only one.

It was really hard to tell how big her ass is. As she was wearing a sweat suit. Although it's hard to hide those big tits even in a sweat suit. After our break we started back to work.

In a short time she's complaining how hot it is. I tell her the air conditioning broke about a month ago. I have never called to have it fixed. "What the fuck find some fans or something." She says.

I managed to find a couple small fans. " Those are about fucking worthless." She says. " I'm not surprised wearing that sweat suit." I tell her. " I'm going home to change clothes" she says. "I'll stop and pick up something for us to eat along the way."

With that said she left. I decided to find some lighter clothes too. I put on some loose fitting cargo shorts and a tank top. She showed up about a couple hours later.

Wearing a light blue sundress, that stoped just about her knees. It was sleeveless and I could make out her blue bra underneath. When we were sitting and eating I accidentally dropped my fork.
When I bent down to pick it up I glanced her way. Her legs were spread apart enough I can see she's not wearing underwear. Not only that her pussy was shaved. When I set back up she looked at me funny. "Is there something wrong." she says. "No! "I Blurt out. She just sort of giggles. I'm sure she knew I look up her dress.

The rest of the time we were working I had a very hard time keeping my eyes off her. I'm quite sure she knew that too. By

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