The knock on the door surprised me. The January night in Hawkeye State was cold, cold, coldness.
I had already slipped out of my clothes for the dark and sat in my recliner, writing on my laptop ; it was a short story about my childhood.

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

"Hold on a hour !"I called to the weather soul standing on my N porch,"I'll be right there !"
Since I had been totally naked, enjoying the warmth of my fireplace, I grabbed my flannel lounge gasp and pulled on an oversized t-shirt. I rarely use that door to my old twp-story menage, so I had to move my laptop's power supplying and a manus woven rug that blocked the N winding from blowing under it.

On the battlefront step was Jo. She and her hubby, Jack, had been my friends for years. At one distributor point, I worked with both of them in a low concern.
knave had invested in another speculation and had become quite moneyed. He finally convinced Jo to quit body of work and go a peeress of leisure.
It really wasn't her cup of tea to do zip, 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 puddle me stand out here. You do realize it's only nine degrees and this steer is pretty hard on an old woman."

I have to tell you that Jo is hardly an old adult female. She's 52 with slightly graying, blonde hair. Standing 5ft 2in, she weighs in at around 100lbs, feed or take 5lbs… depending on her current diet and exercise program.
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 projection screen room access started to push it undecided,"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 remove her coating, thinking I'd like to just sustain disrobing her until she was only wearing her birthday suit.

"OK, to what do I owe this unexpected sojourn ? You just wanted to see my well-favoured face ?"

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

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

"Don't be a turd, Don. Kaylen and Beth are both out of townspeople and I need soul 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 fire. I couldn't service scoping out her ass in those tight ski bloomers. With the bulky sweater, it was punishing to make out her small titmouse, though.

"Yes, I need to spill and you need to listen.
You remember the former day when you took me to foot up my car and I tried to pay you ?
Remember the third clip I tried to stick the money in your shirt pocket ?"

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

"Yes."

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

Jo turned back to face me, put her minuscule custody 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 household for a recollective sentence ; and I always thought you had particular flavour for me.
That day was the Same day I found out that Jack was screwing one of his staff.
I would take in gone straight to bed with you that day… but it would have got been out of revenge."

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

"Pfffft.."

"No, I'm grave. You can sew your own clothes ; cook with the best ; crochet the tiniest lacing doilies ; drive nails and use a top executive saw as in force as I can.
You can do it all, and you're beautiful, sweet and considerate of to a lesser extent fortunate.
… best dame I know, without a doubt.
And seafarer decides to do it around on you ; I may have to kick back his stupid ass."

"Don… Uh, it's getting warm in here."

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

My judgment was spinning. Yes, I had wanted Jo's niggling trunk, in every imaginable way, since the first off day we all worked together in the storehouse. 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 recount you something first."

I stood back up and stepped toward her. I put my arms around her and held her nasty, kissing the top of her headspring,"There's no way in Scheol I would have made a good pass at you, Jo.
I can't really say that I'm IN love with you, but I do make love you and I've wanted you for a yearn, long time.
I want to be the guy that enjoys holding your hired hand as much as rubbing your ass… and I luuuuv your ass.
I want to look at you in the morning, watch the sunup and stare at your aspect, even without your make-up.
I know you don't really want to wake up next to my beer belly, but I sure would wish to wake up next to your freckles.
Sure, I'll be the glad 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 cascade just before I go to bed and I haven't had one today. Would you mind washing my back ?"

I had adjusted the water spray just right when I felt a tap on my backbone,"fountainhead, here it is. Not quite what you expected, is it ?"

I looked her up and down,"wellspring, it looks like you must have the mamilla of a fifty year old, not a teenager. No, I wasn't expecting the fresh firmness of a teenager, either.
I'm surprised you have a Vannevar Bush down here,"I rubbed her pussy mound,"I kinda count on doodly-squat as wanting a smoothy ; but I like it like this.
You have more lentigo 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 early'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 kickoff objective and I covered it with kisses. Just above and behind each of her tiny capitulum was a minuscule knot ; left there by the surgeon who did her rhytidectomy. It took at least ten minutes to work 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 go away her left field orb and propel on toward her belly button.

Temporarily, I skipped past her twat ( trust me, it was a massive effort ). She came a back time as I worked over the inside of her thighs with my sassing and tongue.
After the stumble to her toes and back, I rose and smiled,"Supper time."
It was the sweetest puss I ever tasted. I lapped and fingered her through two Thomas More huge climax, then sank ol'Fat Boy inside her hot tunnel.

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

I shot my load mysterious inside her and nearly passed out doing so. Surprisingly, I stayed hard for the for the first time metre since I was in my thirties.
We slowed and I pulled out long enough to wind her to her hands and knees.
BAM ! Fat Boy sank habitation again.
I rode her bow-wow style for another ten minutes before my nuts boiled another quite a little and blew it against her womb.

We both had lost enumeration, but Jo said she thought she had cum eight prison term. We lay in each other's arms and rubbed hands over skin, over hair, over backside, tits, prick, labia and assholes.

We slept…

Somewhere during the nighttime, the reverberance of her phone woke us, both,"Why are you calling me in the middle of the night, mariner ?"
"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 rich sleep."
"amercement, then I'll see you Thursday. Good nighttime, 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 call up about me while you're jacking off.
What I want you to do is… are you ready for this ? ... I want you to retrieve 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 telephone. Let the son of a bitch worry."

She laughed a little harder,"I'll bet the whoreson's cock won't even get hard 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 lips encircle ol'Fat Boy's head and begin her tender ministrations. A few minutes later, I raised her drumhead and pulled her boldness to mine. Kissing her nerve, I told her that I had fallen totally in love with her and wanted her to live the eternal sleep of her life story 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 register me Thomas More passion in one night that my own husband has done in the last 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 illegitimate. I'll movement in with you tomorrow"

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