The knock on the door surprised me. The January night in Iowa was cold, insensate, frigidness.
I had already slipped out of my clothes for the night and sat in my reclining chair, writing on my laptop computer ; it was a shortsighted floor about my childhood.

Since my divorce three twelvemonth earlier, I spent a lot of my ‘ alone'clock time writing ; mostly on the subject I know Thomas More about than anything else… me.
I've written one C of history about my old hometown and my family. My nine sib provided gobs of memories that I want to, someday, ploughshare with my shaver and grandchildren.

"cargo deck on a moment !"I called to the brave soul standing on my north porch,"I'll be right there !"
Since I had been totally bare, enjoying the warmth of my fireplace, I grabbed my flannel lounge gasp and pulled on an oversized t-shirt. I rarely use that room access to my old twp-story home, so I had to move my laptop's superpower supply and a mitt woven rug that blocked the northwards wind from blowing under it.

On the front step was Jo. She and her husband, Jack, had been my ally for years. At one tip, I worked with both of them in a modest clientele.
Jack had invested in another venture and had become quite flush. He finally convinced Jo to cease study and get a gentlewoman of leisure time.
It really wasn't her cup of tea to do nil, so she had buried herself in by-line while he traveled ; which was most of the time.

"I was beginning to marvel how long you were going to make me stand up out here. You do realize it's only nine degrees and this air current is pretty hard on an old woman."

I have to tell you that Jo is hardly an old woman. She's 52 with slightly graying, blonde hair. Standing 5ft 2in, she weighs in at around 100lbs, give or take 5lbs… depending on her current diet and utilization plan.
diddlyshit talked her into getting a facelift a few years ago, which still makes her facial expression like she's in her early forties.

I unlatched the old sieve door started to push it receptive,"I only let old women come in if they know the password."

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

I helped her transfer her coating, thinking I'd like to just go on disrobing her until she was only wearing her birthday suit.

"Okay, to what do I owe this unexpected visit ? You just wanted to see my good-looking font ?"

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

"Stopped by ? Oh ; you were in the neighbourhood 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 speak, and I need to listen, and listen, and listen."

She turned her back to me and faced the flame. I couldn't help scoping out her ass in those soaked ski pants. With the bulky sweater, it was severely to make out her small tits, though.

"Yes, I need to spill the beans and you need to mind.
You remember the other day when you took me to pick up my car and I tried to pay you ?
Remember the third prison term I tried to baffle 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. compensate about then I sure was wanting to pull your face 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 men behind her back to warm them and said,"There lies the trouble, Don. I wanted you to do exactly that.
I know you've loved our family for a long time ; and I always thought you had exceptional opinion for me.
That day was the same day I found out that Jack was screwing one of his staff.
I would consume gone directly to bed with you that day… but it would have been out of revenge."

I sat down and leaned back,"That pudding head ass illegitimate child. That's all I can think of right now. My God, how in the Inferno can he even take somebody else when he has you ?
Jo, you are the most amazing charwoman I've ever known."

"Pfffft.."

"No, I'm serious. You can sew your own clothes ; cook with the best ; hook the tiniest lace doilies ; drive nails and use a baron saw as in effect as I can.
You can do it all, and you're beautiful, afters and considerate of less fortunate.
… best gentlewoman I know, without a doubt.
And Jack decides to have it off around on you ; I may have to kick his stupid person ass."

"Don… Uh, it's getting warm in here."

She pulled her jumper over her header and I could make out the shape of her tits under her tee shirt ; her teat already hard as my cock was getting.
"So, instead of kicking his ass, which he does call for, why don't you just sleep with his married woman ?
I like it all….."

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

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

I stood back up and stepped toward her. I put my arms around her and held her taut, kissing the top of her head,"There's no way in perdition I would have made a serious pass at you, Jo.
I can't really say that I'm IN love with you, but I do love you and I've wanted you for a long, tenacious time.
I want to be the guy that enjoys holding your helping hand as much as rubbing your ass… and I luuuuv your ass.
I want to look at you in the first light, check the sunrise and stare at your facial expression, even without your make-up.
I know you don't really want to rouse up succeeding to my beer belly, but I sure would like to wake up following to your freckles.
Sure, I'll be the felicitous man in Iowa if you have sex with me, whatever you like to do best.
But… there's just one problem."

"Huh ? What ?"

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

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

I looked her up and down,"Well, it looks like you must have the tits of a fifty class old, not a teen. No, I wasn't expecting the brisk resoluteness of a teen, either.
I'm surprised you have a Vannevar Bush down here,"I rubbed her pussy hammock,"I kinda figured Jack as wanting a smoothy ; but I like it like this.
You have more lentigo than I expected, but I plan on kissing every, damn one of them tonight… twice."

Our back talk meshed and our lingua sought out the fragrance of the other's. No, we didn't waiting. I turned off the pee and we sprawled our wanting bodies on my bed. Her beautiful neck was my first objective and I covered it with candy kiss. Just above and behind each of her tiny auricle was a modest knot ; left there by the surgeon who did her cosmetic surgery. It took at least ten minutes to work my way down to her, very slightly sagging, teat, where my knife dwelled while my manus was massaging her clit.
Her first orgasm erupted as I was about to leave her left orb and incite on toward her belly button.

Temporarily, I skipped past her snatch ( trust me, it was a monumental effort ). She came a second sentence as I worked over the insides of her thighs with my lips and tongue.
After the slip to her toes and back, I rose and smiled,"Supper time."
It was the sweetest cunt I ever tasted. I lapped and fingered her through two more Brobdingnagian orgasms, then sank ol'Fat Boy inside her hot tunnel.

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

I shot my warhead deeply inside her and nearly passed out doing so. Surprisingly, I stayed hard for the for the first time clock time since I was in my thirties.
We slowed and I pulled out long enough to undulate her to her handwriting and knees.
BAM ! Fat Boy sank home again.
I rode her bow-wow style for another ten minutes before my nuts boiled another quite a little and blew it against her womb.

We both had lost count, but Jo said she thought she had cum eight times. We lay in each early's arms and itch hands over skin, over haircloth, over butt, tits, shaft, labia and assholes.

We slept…

Somewhere during the night, the ringing of her phone woke us, both,"Why are you calling me in the middle of the Night, jackass ?"
"No, I was asleep. What else do I do at 2:30am ?"
"I don't give a shit if it's only 10:30 there, it's two, fucking, thirty here and you woke me up from a mysterious sleep."
"Fine, then I'll see you Thursday. good night, Jack."
"HEY, WAIT ! Are you still there ?"
"good, I want you to do something for me tonight."
"darn, 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 menage while you're fucking your Goddamn Linda."

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

She laughed a little harder,"I'll bet the SOB'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 meter until it began to uprise. In the dark, I felt her rim encircle ol'Fat Boy's school principal and set out her tender succour. A few second later, I raised her head and pulled her grimace to mine. Kissing her nerve, I told her that I had fallen totally in dearest with her and wanted her to live the rest of her life 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 record me more love in one night that my own husband has done in the last fifteen years.
When my divorce is done, you and I can live together forever, as far as we have this sort of love.
No… fuck that shit. I'll move in with you tomorrow"

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