Slept with my friend's wife after his funeral
My friend was always manic depressive since I met him. He had five kids with his wife and struggled to provide for them. I had just gotten divorced when he killed himself in their shed.
His wife took their kids and was staying at her mom's. At the funeral, I asked if I could help in any way and she asked if I would go tear the shed down, she never wanted to see it again. I took my truck and trailer and, not wanting anyone else to have to see whatever it was I was about to see, proceeded by myself to tear down the small wooden shed.
The inside was what you would expect. He had blown his head half off with a 12 gauge loaded with buckshot. I donned plastic gloves, took everything valuable out and put it in my truck, planning to clean it, go buy her a little plastic shed, and put it all in there on a different spot on their property. I knocked the shed down and dragged it up on to my trailer. Just as I was tying it down, she showed up.
She was by herself and went straight inside. I was actually just going to leave, when she shouted at me from the door. I went in, she thanked me and gave me a drink. When I was done she wrapped her arms around me and buried her head into my chest. We held each other and cried for a long time.
Then she started kissing me.
We kissed passionately and her hands went to my belt. Soon clothes were off and we went wild. We did everything, for hours. I cooked some dinner, we ate in the nude, and then we did it all again.
She left for her mom's and I went to the friend's house were I was staying. I took the shed to work with me and with some help threw it in a dumpster on my lunch break.
Her and I have never hooked up again or even spoken about what happened that day. Part of me wanted to pursue it but part of me knew that together we had too much recent pain and baggage and couldn't be each other's rocks at that time.
That was years ago and she has a new man now. I don't know him, but I respect him for taking on five kids and I hope they're happy.