My first sex after I became a widow

This happened several years ago when I was in my late 20s. I'm in my early 30s now. My husband had passed away. That left a void in my bed.

And grief. That became my veil. But underneath that veil, I was pining to be touched. To be kissed. To be disrobed and fucked. Oh, yes. Fucked. So hard. And so deep. I wanted to feel a man's strong hands on me. His veiny cock pulsing in my wet pussy. But I didn't have the guts to go. So, I fingered myself. Every single night.

I'd lie down and finger myself. That would arouse me and make me feel guilty. Then after a few months, I gathered some courage and made a profile on a dating app. That's when I met a man.

We chatted, flirted a bit, and we agreed to meet. In a motel. Just outside the city. It was a shady place but I wasn't going there to audit. I wanted to have my pussy stretched. He spread my ass and made me face the mirror and fucked me. Every thrust made me fall deeper. And deeper. Into the void of darkness. I looked at myself. No longer a respectable woman. A widow. Who is bent over and moaning on a stranger's cock. Telling him how big he is compared to her dead husband. Trash talking about him. And then cumming.

That night I masturbated myself several times. While looking at my husband's photograph. I told him that his sweet wife is now a whore. And a nasty whore she shall be.