The knock on the door surprised me. The Jan nighttime in Iowa was common cold, frigidness, cold.
I had already slipped out of my clothes for the dark and sat in my recliner, writing on my laptop ; it was a curt tarradiddle about my childhood.

Since my divorce three years earlier, I spent a lot of my ‘ alone'time writing ; mostly on the subject I know more about than anything else… me.
I've written hundreds of storey about my old hometown and my family. My nine sib provided tons of memories that I want to, someday, share with my tiddler and grandchildren.

"wait on a minute !"I called to the brave soul standing on my northerly porch,"I'll be right there !"
Since I had been totally nude, enjoying the warmth of my fireplace, I grabbed my washrag lounge pants and pulled on an oversized tee shirt. I rarely use that door to my old twp-story home base, so I had to act my laptop's index supply and a hand woven rug that blocked the compass north wind from blowing under it.

On the front footmark was Jo. She and her husband, doodly-squat, had been my friends for days. At one breaker point, I worked with both of them in a humble occupation.
Jack had invested in another venture and had become quite wealthy. He finally convinced Jo to quit work and suit 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 farseeing you were going to make me stick out out here. You do recognize it's only nine point and this wind is pretty toilsome on an old woman."

I have to secern you that Jo is hardly an old woman. She's 52 with slightly graying, light-haired hair. Standing 5ft 2in, she weighs in at around 100lbs, establish or rent 5lbs… depending on her current dieting and workout plan.
Jack talked her into getting a face lift a few years ago, which still makes her looking at like she's in her early forties.

I unlatched the old cover door started to push it outdoors,"I only let old adult female come in if they know the password."

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

I helped her remove her pelage, thinking I'd like to just keep on disrobing her until she was only wearing her natal day suit.

"okey, to what do I owe this unexpected visit ? You just wanted to see my handsome boldness ?"

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

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

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

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

She turned her back to me and faced the fervour. I couldn't help scoping out her ass in those tight ski trouser. With the bulky sweater, it was hard to make out her small tits, though.

"Yes, I need to spill the beans and you need to hear.
You remember the other day when you took me to pick up my car and I tried to pay you ?
Remember the third time I tried to bewilder the money in your shirt pocket ?"

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

"Yes."

"Yep, I remember. right about then I sure was wanting to pull your typeface closer and kiss you… I wouldn't have done it, but I damn trusted wanted to."

Jo turned back to face up me, put her little mitt 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 family for a long time ; and I always thought you had special opinion for me.
That day was the same day I found out that jackfruit was screwing one of his staff.
I would have gone true to bed with you that day… but it would feature 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 see somebody else when he has you ?
Jo, you are the most awful woman I've ever known."

"Pfffft.."

"No, I'm good. You can sew your own clothes ; Captain James Cook with the best ; crochet the bantam lace doilies ; driving nails and use a power saw as good as I can.
You can do it all, and you're beautiful, afters and considerate of lupus erythematosus fortunate.
… outflank noblewoman I know, without a doubt.
And diddly-shit decides to roll in the hay around on you ; I may throw to recoil his stupid ass."

"Don… Uh, it's getting warm in here."

She pulled her sweater over her top dog and I could make out the flesh of her tits under her tee shirt ; her nipples already hard as my turncock was getting.
"So, instead of kicking his ass, which he does demand, why don't you just sleep with his wife ?
I like it all….."

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

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

I stood back up and stepped toward her. I put my blazonry around her and held her soaked, kissing the top of her head,"There's no way in underworld 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 love you and I've wanted you for a long, long 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 look at you in the morning, watch the sunrise and stare at your face, even without your make-up.
I know you don't really want to come alive up next to my beer belly, but I sure would like to wake up following to your freckles.
Sure, I'll be the well-chosen 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 shower just before I go to bed and I haven't had one today. Would you mind washing my back ?"

I had adjusted the piddle spray just right when I felt a tap on my back,"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 titmouse of a fifty year old, not a adolescent. No, I wasn't expecting the bracing steadiness of a teen, either.
I'm surprised you have a bush down here,"I rubbed her snatch hillock,"I kinda cypher Jack as wanting a smoothy ; but I like it like this.
You have more freckle than I expected, but I plan on kissing every, damn one of them tonight… twice."

Our lip meshed and our lingua sought out the sugariness of the other's. No, we didn't wait. I turned off the water and we sprawled our wanting organic structure 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 small knot ; left there by the surgeon who did her facelift. It took at least ten minutes to work out my way down to her, very slightly sagging, tits, where my tongue dwelled while my hand was massaging her clit.
Her first orgasm erupted as I was about to leave her go forth orb and actuate on toward her belly button.

Temporarily, I skipped past her pussy ( trust me, it was a monolithic effort ). She came a second time as I worked over the interior of her thighs with my lips and tongue.
After the head trip 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 immense orgasms, then sank ol'Fat Boy inside her hot tunnel.

Her fifth cum hit her like a set of brass section knuckles.
She was screaming,"No, No."then,"Yes, Yes,"all the while she jerked on my hair, scratched my back, 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 first time since I was in my thirties.
We slowed and I pulled out long enough to roll her to her work force and knees.
BAM ! Fat Boy sank home again.
I rode her doggy vogue for another ten minutes before my nuts boiled another peck and blew it against her womb.

We both had lost numeration, but Jo said she thought she had cum eight metre. We lay in each other's coat of arms and itch hands over hide, over haircloth, over butts, tits, gumshoe, labia and assholes.

We slept…

Somewhere during the night, the sonority of her phone woke us, both,"Why are you calling me in the heart of the nighttime, labourer ?"
"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 deep 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."
"Shit, no, I don't want you to imagine about me while you're jacking off.
What I want you to do is… are you ready 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 phone and snuggled up to me,"Maybe I will let you give up his poor fish 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 short harder,"I'll bet the cocksucker'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 prison term until it began to produce. In the dark, I felt her lips encircle ol'Fat Boy's oral sex and begin her cutter ministrations. A few minutes later, I raised her head and pulled her font to mine. Kissing her brass, I told her that I had fallen totally in love with her and wanted her to subsist 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'crony would record me more sexual love in one night that my own husband has done in the shoemaker's last fifteen years.
When my divorcement is done, you and I can populate together forever, as far as we have this form of love.
No… fuck that son of a bitch. I'll motion in with you tomorrow"

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