The knock on the doorway surprised me. The January Night in Ioway was cold, frigidness, cold.
I had already slipped out of my apparel for the night and sat in my lounger, writing on my laptop ; it was a short history about my childhood.

Since my divorce three years earlier, I spent a lot of my ‘ alone'time writing ; mostly on the issue I know to a greater extent about than anything else… me.
I've written hundreds of narrative about my old hometown and my family. My nine sibling provided tons of retention that I want to, someday, share with my children and grandchildren.

"hold on a mo !"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 open fireplace, I grabbed my flannel lounge drawers and pulled on an oversized tee shirt. I rarely use that doorway to my old twp-story plate, so I had to move my laptop's force supply and a hand woven rug that blocked the magnetic north farting from blowing under it.

On the front step was Jo. She and her husband, Jack, had been my admirer for years. At one point, I worked with both of them in a small byplay.
seaman had invested in another venture and had become quite affluent. He finally convinced Jo to throw in the towel body of work and go a lady of leisure.
It really wasn't her cup of tea to do zero, so she had buried herself in pursuit while he traveled ; which was most of the time.

"I was beginning to wonder how long you were going to make me stand out here. You do realize it's only nine degree and this idle words is pretty knockout 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, cave in or take 5lbs… depending on her electric current diet and drill plan.
Jack talked her into getting a facelift a few old age ago, which still makes her feel like she's in her too soon forties.

I unlatched the old CRT screen room access started to push it open,"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 polish off her coat, thinking I'd like to just keep disrobing her until she was only wearing her natal day suit.

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

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

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

"Don't be a crap, Don. Kaylen and Beth are both out of town and I need soul to speak 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 fire. I couldn't help scoping out her ass in those compressed ski knickers. With the bulky sweater, it was unvoiced to spend a penny out her pocket-size tits, though.

"Yes, I need to mouth and you need to listen.
You remember the former day when you took me to pick up my car and I tried to pay you ?
Remember the third base time I tried to stick 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. powerful about then I sure was wanting to pull your cheek finisher and snog you… I wouldn't have done it, but I damn for sure wanted to."

Jo turned back to present me, put her little manpower 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 line for a longsighted time ; and I always thought you had peculiar feelings for me.
That day was the same day I found out that Jack was screwing one of his staff.
I would let gone straight 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 cleaning lady I've ever known."

"Pfffft.."

"No, I'm serious. You can sew your own clothes ; Captain James Cook with the full ; hook the tiniest lace doilies ; driving force 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.
… better madam I know, without a doubt.
And Jack decides to fuck around on you ; I may have to kick his poor fish ass."

"Don… Uh, it's getting warm in here."

She pulled her sweater over her head and I could spend a penny out the cast 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 need, why don't you just log Z's with his wife ?
I like it all….."

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

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

I stood back up and stepped toward her. I put my arms around her and held her wet, kissing the top of her head,"There's no way in perdition I would consume made a serious crack at you, Jo.
I can't really say that I'm IN sexual love with you, but I do love you and I've wanted you for a longsighted, 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 seem at you in the morning, look out the daybreak and stare at your human face, even without your make-up.
I know you don't really want to wake up next to my beer belly, but I sure would like to wake up adjacent to your freckles.
Sure, I'll be the happiest 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 bear in mind washing my back ?"

I had adjusted the body of water nebuliser 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 tits of a fifty yr old, not a teen. No, I wasn't expecting the smart firmness of purpose of a teenager, either.
I'm surprised you have a crotch hair down here,"I rubbed her pussy mound,"I kinda figured Jack as wanting a sweet talker ; 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 backtalk meshed and our tongue sought out the sweetness 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 opening was my first objective and I covered it with kisses. Just above and behind each of her diminutive spike was a small knot ; left there by the surgeon who did her facelift. It took at least ten min to work my way down to her, very slightly sagging, tits, where my spit dwelled while my hand was massaging her clit.
Her first orgasm erupted as I was about to leave her left wing orb and move on toward her belly button.

Temporarily, I skipped past her kitty-cat ( trust me, it was a massive effort ). She came a second prison term as I worked over the interior 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 scented cunt I ever tasted. I lapped and fingered her through two more vast orgasms, then sank ol'Fat Boy inside her hot tunnel.

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

I shot my freight abstruse inside her and nearly passed out doing so. Surprisingly, I stayed hard for the beginning time since I was in my thirties.
We slowed and I pulled out long enough to roll her to her manpower and knees.
BAM ! Fat Boy sank home again.
I rode her doggy style for another ten minutes before my nut boiled another batch 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 other's arms and rub hired hand over skin, over tomentum, over hindquarters, tits, gumshoe, 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, Jack ?"
"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 abstruse sleep."
"amercement, then I'll see you Th. Good night, Jack."
"HEY, wait ! Are you still there ?"
"Good, I want you to do something for me tonight."
"horseshit, no, I don't want you to intend 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 kick 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 fiddling harder,"I'll bet the bastard's gumshoe won't even get firmly 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 brim encircle ol'Fat Boy's head and begin her legal tender ministrations. A few minute later, I raised her head and pulled her face to mine. Kissing her cheeks, I told her that I had fallen totally in beloved 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 a great deal convincing. Little did I know that my ol'buddy would show me more erotic love in one night that my own husband has done in the conclusion fifteen years.
When my divorcement is done, you and I can live together forever, as far as we have this kind of love.
No… fuck that cocksucker. I'll motility in with you tomorrow"

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