Forever His, Alone

In my late eighties, after Matthew passed away in the most intimate way imaginable-his last breath a gasp of ecstasy as I rode him hard, his hands gripping my hips, filling me with his still hot, thick cum-I was left with a heart full of memories and a love that would never fade. At his funeral, friends and family gathered to honor the man who had been my everything. On his gravestone, beneath his name, I had engraved: "Always Balls Deep in His Wife." It was bold, honest, and perfectly captured the wild, unbreakable passion that defined our life together. The poor boys, now men, were embarrassed but they knew how passionate my love was for their father and their father’s for me. They always knew that behind closed doors their father rode me and fucked me relentlessly  

Afterward, when the house grew too quiet, I made the decision to move into a senior home-a new chapter, but one I entered still devoted to Matthew’s memory. To my surprise, Eli and Caleb were residents there too. They recognized me almost immediately, and both began to beg for my time and attention, hoping to rekindle the old desires that had once driven them to compete for me. But I wanted nothing to do with them. They could never compare to Matthew-not in dick size, not in passion, and certainly not in the depth of love we shared.

Their persistence became uncomfortable, and I refused to let them disrespect Matthew or the life we’d built. I ignored their advances, making it clear that my heart and body belonged to my late husband alone. I valued my dignity, my privacy, and my right to make personal decisions in my new home, just as every resident is entitled to. I wanted to spend my days in peace, honoring Matthew’s memory, not revisiting the past with men who were never more than sexual partners.

Eventually, I decided to switch senior homes, seeking a place where I could live out my days without unwanted attention or reminders of a rivalry that no longer mattered to me. The move was a relief-a fresh start where I could cherish my memories of Matthew without intrusion, surrounded by staff and neighbors who respected my privacy and my wishes.

Even in this new chapter, my love for Matthew remained as fierce as ever. I carried him with me in every memory, every smile, every quiet evening spent remembering the man who had truly claimed me, body and soul. No one would ever take his place, and I was content knowing that our story ended just as it should-with passion, devotion, and a love that endured beyond a lifetime.