Lacy's Husband: A First Anal Sex Erotic Romance

The news about Lacy’s illness was devastating, and I only had one week with her before she passed. It was tender and sad, but she surprised me by asking a favor. The kids were secure, her husband was secure, but she’d planned an anniversary present and she wanted me to give it to him in her place. It would mean my first anal sex, but how could I say “no” to Lacy’s dying wish?
Warning: This ebook contains explicit descriptions of a sexual activity and includes first anal sex and more. Only mature readers who won’t find that offensive should read this story.
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“I made a promise to Lacy. She’d intended to give you something on your anniversary, she’d planned it and worked it all out and then…” I trailed off. We both knew what the and then meant. “It was the only regret she had. I mean, it was the only thing she was afraid would be left undone. She knew you’d take care of the kids and all of that. She wanted to make sure…God, there’s no easy way to say this.”
He looked at me, curiosity and grief mixing on his face. I backed away, still holding his hand and he stood and let me lead him up the stairs to the bedroom he and Lacy had shared. I let go of his hand, took a deep breath, and then reached behind my back to unzip the dress I wore. It fell to the floor and Brandon gasped. I knew he looked at me but saw Lacy, and as I stood there wearing only sheer red thigh high stockings, I felt a stirring of excitement that made me feel an equal stirring of guilt. He stood still, staring but not moving. I stepped closer and put my hand on his cheek. “She asked me to comfort you. She said you’d been a month or two without intimacy because of schedules going crazy. She’d planned a special night for your anniversary.”
He lifted his hand to mine and pressed it against his cheek. I could see the pain in his face. He closed his eyes and held my hand against him and then, as though a dam broke behind his features, he put his other arm around me, his hand on the small of my back, and he kissed me. It was sweet and tentative, and I felt such a mix of emotions, but I it wasn’t at all the torment I’d expected. He broke off the kiss and he said, “You’re not Lacy…I…”
I looked at him and kissed his cheek. “You can pretend I am.”