A widower heals with the help of his best friend’s wife.
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It had been a long year for Dan. The longest, most difficult of his life. His wife of 15 years – Emily, the love of his life and mother of his two beautiful daughters – had passed away two months ago, after a long and grueling battle with breast cancer. Now that the funeral and the initial chaos of it all was over, the reality of it all had begun to set in. She wasn’t coming back. Things would never really be normal again. He was on his own.
And that’s why he had come back here, to Montana, to where he had grown up. The only reason he’d ever agreed to live out East was because his wife was from there and she couldn’t stand the thought of moving far away from her family. But that wasn’t an obstacle any more and now, more than ever, Dan needed to be where his heart was, where his family and best friends still lived, in Missoula. He’d flown out without the girls (who were with his wife’s parents) so he could interview for jobs and try to find a house for them. As much as he hated to leave them so soon after their mother had died, he really badly needed some time without them, to get his head right and to figure some things out. And it would only be a week.
Rather than stay at a hotel, he’d taken up his friend Mark’s offer to let him stay at his place. Mark was Dan’s best friend since middle school, and his wife, Alana, was a wonderful person who had been very close with Emily. They had both insisted that Dan stay with them in their amazing log cabin. They had no kids and plenty of room, and Dan really liked the idea of staying out on their ranch, which reminded him a lot of the property he’d grown up on, the one his parents had sold years ago. It was absolutely beautiful, the grass fields, the evergreen trees, the mountains in the background. He’d forgotten how much he loved Montana. There was nowhere better to clear his head.
But it was clear that Mark and Alana, like everyone else, didn’t quite know how to act around him. Everything was tentative, like they didn’t want to do or say the wrong thing, like they thought they had to be serious and somber instead of their normal funny and fun-loving selves. So Dan did his best to encourage them to just be themselves and to treat him like they would have if nothing had happened.
It took them a while, but by the second night, they had adjusted to his presence and were acting much more like the couple he’d known for so long. Mark grilled up dinner, cracked an occasional joke (though not as many as he normally would), and Alana, who was one of the more beautiful people Dan had ever met, inside and out, was a little closer to her normal effervescent self.
Dan had always been a little captivated by Alana, though he’d tried his hardest not let it show around Emily. Alana was a professional masseuse. And she was gorgeous. She had long curly brown hair that went halfway down her chest and made her look a little like Alannis Morrisette, which was funny given the similarity of their names. She was much prettier than Alannis, though, with striking features and plenty of curves. And like a lot of people in Missoula, she had just a bit of hippy in her, often looking like she just stepped off the set of Dazed & Confused. Tonight she wore a loose, backless shirt that tied around her neck and showed quite a bit of her ample chest.
As beautiful as she was, it was her personality that really captivated Dan. Though she didn’t have any kids of her own, she had a very nurturing, motherly aura to her and an effortless charm. She was the kind of person who seemed completely comfortable in her own skin, not remotely arrogant, but the kind of person who Dan could not imagine hid any insecurities or ever felt shy or inhibited.
As Mark worked at the grill, Dan sat on the porch, admiring the view. It was a perfect early summer day and the view of the mountains was stunning. He felt an arm around his neck. It was Alana coming up from behind him, a beer in her hand. He took the beer and thanked her, but she kept her arm around his neck and sat down next to him on the porch, leaning her head against his shoulder.
“I’m so glad you decided to stay with us, Dan. You know how much we love you, right?”
“I do,” Dan replied, “And I’m glad I came. I’d forgotten how beautiful it is here.” As Dan said that, he glanced down to his side. With Alana leaning in to him the way she was, he could see straight down her shirt. She was not wearing a bra and the view was almost as beautiful as the mountains in front of him.
The sight of her breasts and the warm contact of her body against his caused a stirring inside him that he hadn’t felt in a long time. It had been a long time since Dan had had any intimate contact. Emily had been sick for a long time before she died, too sick for sex. How long had it been since he’d done anything but jerk off? Nine months? A year? Whatever it was, it was too long. Dan could feel himself getting an erection, which was a little embarrassing.
He stood up, maybe a little too abruptly, and walked over to talk to Matt. He hoped he hadn’t offended Alana.
Despite that brief moment of awkwardness, they went on to have a pleasant night, the best one Dan had had since Emily died. The grilled trout was amazing and they each had quite a bit to drink, which helped them overcome the awkwardness and find that old familiar dynamic, or at least a reasonably close facsimile.
That night, as he lay in his bed in the guest bedroom, Dan heard Mark and Alana. The house was a genuine log cabin, with walls dividing the rooms, but no ceiling other than the top of the A-frame itself. So sound carried easily across the house. It began with the rhythmic sound of a bed creaking, soon followed by a soft moaning, which grew steadily louder and more insistent. They were clearly having sex. And the acoustics of the house made it feel like Dan was in the room with them. It was the most voyeuristic thing Dan had ever experienced. He felt like he was an intruder, that he was violating his friends’ privacy. But he was also instantly and intensely aroused. He felt like a man who hadn’t eaten in two weeks and had suddenly walked into the kitchen of an italian restaurant. His libido, which had been buried deep down by the hardship and grief of the last year, had suddenly reawakened, and with a vengeance.
Dan pulled off the sheets and shimmied his boxers down, freeing his rock hard erection. As Alana’s moaning grew louder, he stroked his cock furiously. As she seemed to climax, so did he, letting out an involuntary groan that he only afterward realized must have been audible to Mark and Alana. As he lay there, soaked in his own cum, the house was silent.