The bash on the threshold surprised me. The January night in Iowa was cold, cold, cold.
I had already slipped out of my wearing apparel for the night and sat in my lounger, writing on my laptop ; it was a short narrative about my childhood.

Since my divorce three years earlier, I spent a lot of my ‘ alone'time written material ; mostly on the matter I know more about than anything else… me.
I've written hundreds of fib about my old hometown and my phratry. My nine sibling provided tons of memories that I want to, someday, ploughshare with my children and grandchildren.

"Hold on a instant !"I called to the brave soulfulness standing on my north porch,"I'll be right there !"
Since I had been totally bare, enjoying the warmth of my hearth, I grabbed my flannel couch pants and pulled on an oversize t-shirt. I rarely use that room access to my old twp-story home, so I had to act my laptop's power supply and a hand woven rug that blocked the north wind from blowing under it.

On the social movement dance step was Jo. She and her husband, squat, had been my supporter for days. At one point, I worked with both of them in a diminished occupation.
Jack had invested in another speculation and had become quite wealthy. He finally convinced Jo to leave office piece of work and become a lady of leisure.
It really wasn't her cup of tea to do cypher, 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 out here. You do make it's only nine degrees and this jazz 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 fuzz. Standing 5ft 2in, she weighs in at around 100lbs, give or take 5lbs… depending on her current dieting and practice session plan.
Jack talked her into getting a facelift a few days ago, which still makes her smell like she's in her early forties.

I unlatched the old screen room access started to push it open,"I only let old womanhood 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 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 better-looking brass ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, I need to tattle and you need to listen.
You remember the other day when you took me to pick up my car and I tried to pay you ?
Remember the third base metre 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 Quaker I love ?"

"Yes."

"Yep, I remember. in good order about then I sure was wanting to force your face closer and buss you… I wouldn't have done it, but I damn certain 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 category for a long time ; and I always thought you had special feelings for me.
That day was the same day I found out that laborer was screwing one of his staff.
I would have 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 dickhead. That's all I can believe of right now. My God, how in the hell on earth can he even think individual else when he has you ?
Jo, you are the most mystify woman I've ever known."

"Pfffft.."

"No, I'm grievous. You can sew your own clothes ; cook with the best ; crochet the bantam lacing doilies ; drive nails and use a baron saw as good as I can.
You can do it all, and you're beautiful, afters and considerate of less fortunate.
… best lady I know, without a doubt.
And shit decides to fuck around on you ; I may have to kick his stupid ass."

"Don… Uh, it's getting warm in here."

She pulled her sweater over her head and I could pretend out the SHAPE of her mammilla under her t-shirt ; her nipples already hard as my hammer was getting.
"So, instead of kicking his ass, which he does need, why don't you just catch some Z's with his married woman ?
I like it all….."

My mind was spinning. Yes, I had wanted Jo's little physical structure, in every imaginable way, since the low gear day we all worked together in the memory board. 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 evidence you something first."

I stood back up and stepped toward her. I put my arms around her and held her tight, kissing the top of her top dog,"There's no way in hell I would have made a serious pass at you, Jo.
I can't really say that I'm IN erotic 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 manus as much as rubbing your ass… and I luuuuv your ass.
I want to look at you in the dayspring, follow the sunrise and stare at your cheek, even without your make-up.
I know you don't really want to wake up future to my beer belly, but I sure would like to wake up next 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 bath just before I go to bed and I haven't had one today. Would you take care washing my back ?"

I had adjusted the water supply 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 bosom of a 50 year old, not a stripling. No, I wasn't expecting the refreshing resolve of a teenager, either.
I'm surprised you have a bush down here,"I rubbed her pussy cumulation,"I kinda project jackass 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 lips meshed and our tongues sought out the sweetness of the other's. No, we didn't time lag. 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 tiny ears was a small-scale knot ; left there by the surgeon who did her facelift. It took at least ten minutes to mould my way down to her, very slightly sagging, tits, where my knife dwelled while my hand was massaging her clit.
Her first orgasm erupted as I was about to forget her leftfield orb and make a motion on toward her belly button.

Temporarily, I skipped past her pussy ( trust me, it was a massive effort ). She came a second base time as I worked over the interior of her second joint with my sass and tongue.
After the trip to her toes and back, I rose and smiled,"Supper time."
It was the honeyed twat I ever tasted. I lapped and fingered her through two more huge orgasm, then sank ol'Fat Boy inside her hot tunnel.

Her fifth cum hit her like a set of governing body 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 warhead oceanic abyss 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 deal and knees.
BAM ! Fat Boy sank home again.
I rode her doggy mode for another ten minute before my addict boiled another mess 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 rubbed hands over skin, over hair's-breadth, over butts, tits, pecker, labia and assholes.

We slept…

Somewhere during the night, the plangency of her telephone set woke us, both,"Why are you calling me in the eye 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 deep sleep."
"Fine, then I'll see you Thursday. commodity 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 conceive about me while you're jacking off.
What I want you to do is… are you ready for this ? ... I want you to remember about finding a new domicile 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 telephone. Let the son of a bitch worry."

She laughed a little harder,"I'll bet the bastard's gumshoe won't even get hard for her tonight… but let's not let this one go to waste."
She pulled my cock a few times until it began to grow. In the dark, I felt her lips encircle ol'Fat Boy's head and begin her legal tender succor. A few minutes later, I raised her header and pulled her font to mine. Kissing her cheeks, I told her that I had fallen totally in sexual love with her and wanted her to live the rest of her sprightliness with me.

"Don, all I really wanted to do tonight was get laid. I figured it wouldn't take much convincing. trivial did I know that my ol'crony would show me to a greater extent lovemaking in one night that my own hubby has done in the cobbler's last xv years.
When my divorce is done, you and I can last 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 voiceless as she fondled my besotted cock,"Hmmm, make that day after tomorrow… I'm not getting'out of this bed ‘ til then. ”