The bang on the door surprised me. The January night in Hawkeye State was moth-eaten, cold, cold.
I had already slipped out of my clothes for the Night and sat in my recliner, writing on my laptop computer ; it was a unforesightful story about my childhood.

Since my divorce three years earlier, I spent a lot of my ‘ alone'clip writing ; mostly on the subject I know more than about than anything else… me.
I've written 100 of stories about my old hometown and my family. My nine sibling provided heaps of memories that I want to, someday, share with my nestling and grandchildren.

"Hold on a second !"I called to the brave soul standing on my north porch,"I'll be right there !"
Since I had been totally naked, enjoying the warmth of my hearth, I grabbed my flannel lounge drawers and pulled on an outsize T-shirt. I rarely use that room access to my old twp-story home, so I had to move my laptop computer's power provision and a mitt woven rug that blocked the north wind from blowing under it.

On the movement step was Jo. She and her husband, jack, had been my friends for years. At one degree, I worked with both of them in a small concern.
Jack had invested in another venture and had become quite wealthy. He finally convinced Jo to quit employment and become a lady of leisure.
It really wasn't her cup of tea to do nada, so she had buried herself in hobbyhorse while he traveled ; which was most of the time.

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

I have to tell apart you that Jo is hardly an old womanhood. She's 52 with slightly graying, light-haired hair. Standing 5ft 2in, she weighs in at around 100lbs, devote or film 5lbs… depending on her current dieting and employment plan.
jack talked her into getting a facelift a few years ago, which still makes her look like she's in her early forties.

I unlatched the old screen door started to advertize it heart-to-heart,"I only let old women come in if they know the password."

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

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

"okey, 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 neighborhood already ?"

"Don't be a shit, Don. Kaylen and Beth are both out of townspeople and I need someone to utter 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 flame. I couldn't help scoping out her ass in those rigorous ski pants. With the bulky sweater, it was voiceless to fix out her small tits, though.

"Yes, I need to let the cat out of the bag and you need to mind.
You remember the former day when you took me to piece up my car and I tried to pay you ?
Remember the tierce time I tried to stick the money in your shirt pouch ?"

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

"Yes."

"Yep, I remember. mighty about then I sure was wanting to pull up 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 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 family for a foresighted prison term ; and I always thought you had extra opinion for me.
That day was the same day I found out that Jack was screwing one of his faculty.
I would have gone unbowed to bed with you that day… but it would have been out of revenge."

I sat down and leaned back,"That poor fish ass whoreson. That's all I can imagine of right now. My God, how in the hell can he even consider individual else when he has you ?
Jo, you are the most nonplus woman I've ever known."

"Pfffft.."

"No, I'm sober. You can sew your own apparel ; cook with the best ; crochet the flyspeck lace doyley ; drive nails and use a power saw as good as I can.
You can do it all, and you're beautiful, sweet and considerate of to a lesser extent fortunate.
… intimately gentlewoman I know, without a doubt.
And mariner decides to fuck around on you ; I may give to kick his dazed ass."

"Don… Uh, it's getting warm in here."

She pulled her perspirer over her pass and I could make out the contour of her tits under her t-shirt ; her nipples already hard as my pecker was getting.
"So, instead of kicking his ass, which he does involve, why don't you just sleep with his married woman ?
I like it all….."

My judgement was spinning. Yes, I had wanted Jo's little body, in every conceivable way, since the first day we all worked together in the depot. 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 tell you something first."

I stood back up and stepped toward her. I put my arms around her and held her sozzled, kissing the top of her straits,"There's no way in Hell I would stimulate made a grievous pass at you, Jo.
I can't really say that I'm IN love with you, but I do jazz 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, observe the sunrise and stare at your face, even without your make-up.
I know you don't really want to come alive up following to my beer belly, but I sure would like to rouse up adjacent 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 shower just before I go to bed and I haven't had one today. Would you mind washing my back ?"

I had adjusted the H2O spray just right when I felt a tap on my back,"fountainhead, 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 teenager. No, I wasn't expecting the fresh resoluteness of a teen, either.
I'm surprised you have a bush down here,"I rubbed her cunt mound,"I kinda envision 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 lips meshed and our tongues sought out the redolence of the other's. No, we didn't wait. I turned off the water and we sprawled our wanting bodies on my bed. Her beautiful neck was my first nonsubjective and I covered it with osculation. Just above and behind each of her tiny ears was a small knot ; left there by the sawbones who did her facelift. It took at least ten mo to exploit 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 left orb and make a motion on toward her belly button.

Temporarily, I skipped past her pussy ( trust me, it was a monumental sweat ). She came a second prison term as I worked over the insides of her thighs with my lips and tongue.
After the trip to her toes and back, I rose and smiled,"Supper time."
It was the sugared cunt I ever tasted. I lapped and fingered her through two to a greater extent huge climax, then sank ol'Fat Boy inside her hot tunnel.

Her fifth cum hit her like a set of brass knuckle duster.
She was screaming,"No, No."then,"Yes, Yes,"all the while she jerked on my hair's-breadth, scratched my dorsum, 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 low gear time since I was in my thirties.
We slowed and I pulled out long enough to tramp her to her hired hand and knees.
BAM ! Fat Boy sank home base again.
I rode her doggy style for another ten minutes before my nuts boiled another batch and blew it against her womb.

We both had lost reckoning, but Jo said she thought she had cum eight times. We lay in each other's arms and itch deal over skin, over hair, over tail, tits, dick, labia and assholes.

We slept…

Somewhere during the nighttime, the ringing of her phone woke us, both,"Why are you calling me in the heart of the night, mariner ?"
"No, I was asleep. What else do I do at 2:30am ?"
"I don't break 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 recall about me while you're jacking off.
What I want you to do is… are you ready for this ? ... I want you to mean about finding a new domicile 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 kick his poor fish ass. He's probably tearing up AT & T trying to get them to tuen on my telephone. Let the son of a bitch worry."

She laughed a minuscule harder,"I'll bet the bastard's peter won't even get intemperately for her tonight… but let's not let this one go to waste."
She pulled my dick a few times until it began to uprise. In the night, I felt her lips encircle ol'Fat Boy's principal and begin her supply ship ministrations. A few minutes later, I raised her pass and pulled her side to mine. Kissing her cheeks, I told her that I had fallen totally in love with her and wanted her to exist the rest of her spirit 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'buddy would prove me more erotic love in one nighttime that my own husband has done in the go 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 bastard. I'll move in with you tomorrow"

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