The knock on the door surprised me. The January night in Iowa was cold, stale, cold-blooded.
I had already slipped out of my apparel for the night and sat in my recliner, writing on my laptop computer ; it was a shortsighted story about my childhood.

Since my divorce three twelvemonth 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 stories about my old hometown and my family. My nine sibling provided tons of retentivity that I want to, someday, share with my nestling and grandchildren.

"Hold on a mo !"I called to the courageous soul standing on my north porch,"I'll be right there !"
Since I had been totally naked, enjoying the warmth of my fireplace, I grabbed my flannel waiting area pant and pulled on an outsized tee shirt. I rarely use that door to my old twp-story home, so I had to incite my laptop computer's power supply and a hand woven rug that blocked the due north wind from blowing under it.

On the front step was Jo. She and her hubby, laborer, had been my friend for eld. At one point, I worked with both of them in a small line of work.
diddlyshit had invested in another speculation and had become quite wealthy. He finally convinced Jo to resign work and become a dame of leisure.
It really wasn't her cup of tea to do nothing, so she had buried herself in by-line while he traveled ; which was most of the time.

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

I have to recount you that Jo is hardly an old woman. She's 52 with slightly graying, light-haired hairsbreadth. Standing 5ft 2in, she weighs in at around 100lbs, return or get hold of 5lbs… depending on her current dieting and drill plan.
Jack talked her into getting a nip and tuck a few old age ago, which still makes her looking like she's in her early forties.

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

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

I helped her remove her pelage, 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 sojourn ? You just wanted to see my giving grimace ?"

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

"Stopped by ? Oh ; you were in the neck of the woods already ?"

"Don't be a shit, Don. Kaylen and Beth are both out of town and I need someone to lecture to."

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

She turned her back to me and faced the fire. I couldn't help scoping out her ass in those wet ski pants. With the bulky sweater, it was hard to take a shit out her pocket-size breast, though.

"Yes, I need to spill and you need to heed.
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 stick the money in your shirt air hole ?"

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

"Yes."

"Yep, I remember. Right about then I sure was wanting to pull your expression closer and kiss you… I wouldn't have done it, but I damn sure enough 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 fellowship for a foresighted time ; and I always thought you had special touch sensation for me.
That day was the same day I found out that Jack was screwing one of his stave.
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 illegitimate. That's all I can imagine of right now. My God, how in the hell can he even view somebody else when he has you ?
Jo, you are the most amazing woman I've ever known."

"Pfffft.."

"No, I'm unplayful. You can sew your own clothes ; cook with the expert ; crochet the petite lace doilies ; drive nails and use a superpower saw as good as I can.
You can do it all, and you're beautiful, confection and considerate of less fortunate.
… safe lady I know, without a doubt.
And Jack decides to fuck around on you ; I may bear to kick his stupid ass."

"Don… Uh, it's getting warm in here."

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

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

I stood back up and stepped toward her. I put my implements of war around her and held her close, kissing the top of her principal,"There's no way in hell I would own made a serious pass at you, Jo.
I can't really say that I'm IN love with you, but I do have a go at it you and I've wanted you for a foresighted, long time.
I want to be the guy that enjoys holding your script as much as rubbing your ass… and I luuuuv your ass.
I want to look at you in the dawning, watch the dawn and stare at your nerve, even without your make-up.
I know you don't really want to ignite up next to my beer belly, but I sure would like to wake up next to your freckles.
Sure, I'll be the felicitous man in Hawkeye State 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 water sprayer 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 dollar bill year old, not a teenager. No, I wasn't expecting the fresh firmness of purpose of a stripling, either.
I'm surprised you have a scrub down here,"I rubbed her kitty pitcher's mound,"I kinda figured old salt as wanting a smoothie ; but I like it like this.
You have more than freckles than I expected, but I plan on kissing every, damn one of them tonight… twice."

Our sass meshed and our tongue sought out the sweet of the early's. No, we didn't wait. I turned off the weewee and we sprawled our wanting bodies on my bed. Her beautiful neck was my low aim and I covered it with osculation. Just above and behind each of her tiny ear was a minor knot ; left there by the sawbones who did her facelift. It took at least ten minutes to put to work my way down to her, very slightly sagging, tits, where my spit dwelled while my paw was massaging her clit.
Her first orgasm erupted as I was about to leave her pass on orb and move on toward her belly button.

Temporarily, I skipped past her kitty-cat ( trust me, it was a monolithic effort ). She came a indorsement time as I worked over the interior of her second joint with my back talk and tongue.
After the trip to her toes and back, I rose and smiled,"Supper time."
It was the honeyed cunt I ever tasted. I lapped and fingered her through two more vast orgasms, then sank ol'Fat Boy inside her hot tunnel.

Her one-fifth cum hit her like a set of establishment knuckles.
She was screaming,"No, No."then,"Yes, Yes,"all the while she jerked on my hair, scratched my book binding, dug her nails into my thigh 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 base meter since I was in my thirties.
We slowed and I pulled out long enough to roll her to her hands and knees.
BAM ! Fat Boy sank plate again.
I rode her barker style for another ten minute before my nuts boiled another batch and blew it against her womb.

We both had lost counting, but Jo said she thought she had cum eight times. We lay in each other's weaponry and rub hands over hide, over fuzz, over butts, boob, prick, labia and assholes.

We slept…

Somewhere during the nighttime, the ringing of her phone woke us, both,"Why are you calling me in the midsection of the dark, laborer ?"
"No, I was asleep. What else do I do at 2:30am ?"
"I don't pass on a shucks if it's only 10:30 there, it's two, fucking, 30 here and you woke me up from a deep 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."
"Shit, no, I don't want you to think 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 habitation while you're fucking your Goddamn Linda."

She snickered as she turned off her telephone and snuggled up to me,"Maybe I will let you complain 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 little harder,"I'll bet the love child's dick won't even get grueling 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 wickedness, I felt her lips encircle ol'Fat Boy's promontory and begin her stamp ministrations. A few transactions later, I raised her fountainhead and pulled her look to mine. Kissing her face, I told her that I had fallen totally in love with her and wanted her to live the rest of her aliveness 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 show me to a greater extent lovemaking in one dark that my own husband has done in the conclusion fifteen years.
When my divorce is done, you and I can live together forever, as far as we have this variety of love.
No… fuck that bastard. I'll move in with you tomorrow"

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