The knocking on the door surprised me. The January Night in Iowa was cold, cold, cold.
I had already slipped out of my clothes for the night and sat in my recliner, writing on my laptop ; it was a short story about my childhood.

Since my divorcement three years earlier, I spent a lot of my ‘ alone'clock time writing ; mostly on the subject I know more about than anything else… me.
I've written hundreds of floor about my old hometown and my house. My nine sibling provided lots of retention that I want to, someday, part with my children and grandchildren.

"grasp on a arcminute !"I called to the brave soul standing on my north porch,"I'll be right there !"
Since I had been totally nude, enjoying the warmth of my fireplace, I grabbed my flannel lounge pants and pulled on an oversized jersey. I rarely use that door to my old twp-story dwelling, so I had to go my laptop's power supply and a hand woven rug that blocked the north wind from blowing under it.

On the battlefront step was Jo. She and her married man, gob, had been my friends for class. At one point, I worked with both of them in a lowly business.
knave had invested in another venture and had become quite wealthy. He finally convinced Jo to give up body of work and become a lady of leisure.
It really wasn't her cup of tea to do nothing, so she had buried herself in hobbies while he traveled ; which was most of the time.

"I was beginning to wonder how long you were going to make me stand up out here. You do see it's only nine degrees and this wind is pretty knockout on an old woman."

I have to secern you that Jo is hardly an old woman. She's 52 with slightly graying, blonde tomentum. Standing 5ft 2in, she weighs in at around 100lbs, throw or take 5lbs… depending on her current diet and exercise programme.
sea dog talked her into getting a facelift a few twelvemonth ago, which still makes her look like she's in her early forties.

I unlatched the old blind door started to press it open,"I only let old cleaning woman come in if they know the password."

"Asshole,"she smiled,"outta my way, I need that fireplace."

I helped her remove her coat, thinking I'd like to just restrain disrobing her until she was only wearing her birthday suit.

"okeh, to what do I owe this unexpected sojourn ? You just wanted to see my handsome face ?"

"Pffft… ‘ handsome'… Uh, no ; that's not why I stopped by."

"Stopped by ? Oh ; you were in the region already ?"

"Don't be a turd, Don. Kaylen and Beth are both out of town and I need someone to talk to."

"Oh, I understand now ; you need to talk… and talk… and sing, and I need to heed, and listen, and listen."

She turned her back to me and faced the fervor. I couldn't help scoping out her ass in those compressed ski pants. With the bulky sweater, it was backbreaking to piss out her small tits, though.

"Yes, I need to blab and you need to heed.
You remember the early day when you took me to beak up my car and I tried to pay you ?
Remember the third sentence I tried to vex the money in your shirt pocket ?"

"You mean when I took your face in both my hands and told you that I don't take money from the friends I love ?"

"Yes."

"Yep, I remember. correct about then I sure was wanting to tear your case closer and kiss you… I wouldn't have done it, but I damn sure wanted to."

Jo turned back to face me, put her little hands behind her back to warm them and said,"There lies the problem, Don. I wanted you to do exactly that.
I know you've loved our kin for a long time ; and I always thought you had especial feelings for me.
That day was the same day I found out that jackstones was screwing one of his staff.
I would have gone straightaway to bed with you that day… but it would have been out of revenge."

I sat down and leaned back,"That stupid ass bastard. That's all I can think of right now. My God, how in the hell can he even consider somebody else when he has you ?
Jo, you are the most amazing woman I've ever known."

"Pfffft.."

"No, I'm sober. You can sew your own clothes ; cook with the skilful ; crochet the tiniest lace doilies ; ride nails and use a power saw as secure as I can.
You can do it all, and you're beautiful, afters and considerate of less fortunate.
… honorable gentlewoman I know, without a doubt.
And diddly-squat decides to fuck around on you ; I may have to kvetch his pillock ass."

"Don… Uh, it's getting warm in here."

She pulled her sweater over her head and I could pass water out the contour of her titmouse under her tee shirt ; her nipples already hard as my cock was getting.
"So, instead of kicking his ass, which he does involve, why don't you just sleep with his wife ?
I like it all….."

My judgement was spinning. Yes, I had wanted Jo's little physical structure, in every imaginable way, since the first day we all worked together in the store. But I never intended to lay my script on her… now she was offering me anything, and everything I wanted.

"Whew ! That was unexpected. But let me separate you something first."

I stood back up and stepped toward her. I put my arms around her and held her blotto, kissing the top of her head,"There's no way in hell I would possess made a life-threatening pass at you, Jo.
I can't really say that I'm IN love with you, but I do sleep together you and I've wanted you for a recollective, farsighted time.
I want to be the guy that enjoys holding your hand as much as rubbing your ass… and I luuuuv your ass.
I want to face at you in the morn, follow the sunrise and stare at your nerve, even without your make-up.
I know you don't really want to wake up side by side to my beer belly, but I sure would wish to wake up side by side to your freckles.
Sure, I'll be the happiest man in Ioway if you have sex with me, whatever you like to do best.
But… there's just one problem."

"Huh ? What ?"

"I always take my shower just before I go to bed and I haven't had one today. Would you mind washing my backbone ?"

I had adjusted the water spray just right when I felt a tap on my spinal column,"fountainhead, here it is. Not quite what you expected, is it ?"

I looked her up and down,"Well, it looks like you must accept the tits of a fifty year old, not a teenager. No, I wasn't expecting the fresh firmness of a teen, either.
I'm surprised you have a bush down here,"I rubbed her pussy mound,"I kinda cypher Jack as wanting a smoothie ; but I like it like this.
You have more freckles than I expected, but I plan on kissing every, damn one of them tonight… twice."

Our back talk meshed and our tongues sought out the sweetness of the other's. No, we didn't wait. I turned off the water supply and we sprawled our wanting bodies on my bed. Her beautiful neck was my for the first time accusative and I covered it with kisses. Just above and behind each of her tiny spike was a small knot ; left there by the surgeon who did her facelift. It took at least ten bit to work on my way down to her, very slightly sagging, pap, where my tongue dwelled while my deal was massaging her clit.
Her first orgasm erupted as I was about to leave her leave alone orb and run on toward her belly button.

Temporarily, I skipped past her puss ( trust me, it was a monolithic exploit ). She came a second gear clip as I worked over the insides of her thighs with my lips and tongue.
After the tripper to her toes and back, I rose and smiled,"Supper time."
It was the mellisonant cunt I ever tasted. I lapped and fingered her through two more than huge climax, then sank ol'Fat Boy inside her hot burrow.

Her fifth part cum hit her like a set of brass instrument knuckles.
She was screaming,"No, No."then,"Yes, Yes,"all the while she jerked on my whisker, scratched my rachis, dug her nails into my thighs and bucked like a PBR bull.

I shot my load deep inside her and nearly passed out doing so. Surprisingly, I stayed hard for the for the first time time since I was in my thirties.
We slowed and I pulled out long enough to roll her to her handwriting and knees.
BAM ! Fat Boy sank home again.
I rode her doggie style for another ten minutes before my bollock boiled another slew and blew it against her womb.

We both had lost count, but Jo said she thought she had cum eight multiplication. We lay in each early's blazonry and fret hands over skin, over hair, over derriere, bosom, dick, labia and assholes.

We slept…

Somewhere during the dark, the ringing of her phone woke us, both,"Why are you calling me in the middle of the nighttime, gob ?"
"No, I was asleep. What else do I do at 2:30am ?"
"I don't give a tinker's damn if it's only 10:30 there, it's two, fucking, 30 here and you woke me up from a deep sleep."
"fine, then I'll see you Thursday. trade good dark, Jack."
"HEY, time lag ! Are you still there ?"
"goodness, I want you to do something for me tonight."
"Shit, no, I don't want you to think about me while you're jacking off.
What I want you to do is… are you quick for this ? ... I want you to think about finding a new home while you're fucking your Goddamn Linda."

She snickered as she turned off her headphone and snuggled up to me,"Maybe I will let you give up his stupid ass. He's probably tearing up AT & T trying to get them to tuen on my phone. Let the son of a bitch worry."

She laughed a piffling harder,"I'll bet the bastard's dick won't even get hard for her tonight… but let's not let this one go to waste."
She pulled my dick a few times until it began to grow. In the iniquity, I felt her lips encircle ol'Fat Boy's fountainhead and begin her tender ministrations. A few instant later, I raised her head and pulled her nerve to mine. Kissing her cheeks, I told her that I had fallen totally in love with her and wanted her to populate the residue of her living with me.

"Don, all I really wanted to do tonight was get laid. I figured it wouldn't take much convincing. Little did I know that my ol'sidekick would show me more love in one nighttime that my own hubby has done in the shoemaker's last fifteen years.
When my divorce is done, you and I can live together forever, as far as we have this kind of love.
No… fuck that whoreson. I'll move in with you tomorrow"

She kissed me long and hard as she fondled my stiff rooster,"Hmmm, make that day after tomorrow… I'm not getting'out of this bed ‘ til then. ”