1. The Knock on the door


    Date: 10/8/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Straight Sex, Romance, Author: Don'sdick, Source: sexstories.com

    The knock on the door surprised me. The January night in Iowa was cold, cold, cold. I had already slipped out of my clothes for the night 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 more about than anything else… me. I’ve written hundreds of stories about my old hometown and my family. My nine siblings provided tons of memories that I want to, someday, share with my children and grandchildren. “Hold on a minute!” 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 fireplace, I grabbed my flannel lounge pants and pulled on an oversized t-shirt. I rarely use that door to my old twp-story home, so I had to move my laptop’s power supply and a hand woven rug that blocked the north wind from blowing under it. On the front step was Jo. She and her husband, Jack, had been my friends for years. At one point, I worked with both of them in a small business. Jack had invested in another venture and had become quite wealthy. He finally convinced Jo to quit work and become a lady of leisure. It really wasn’t her cup of tea to do nothing, 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 realize it’s only nine degrees and this wind 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 hair. Standing 5ft 2in, she weighs in at around 100lbs, give or take 5lbs… depending on her current diet and exercise 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 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 remove her coat, thinking I’d like to just keep disrobing her until she was only wearing her birthday suit. “Okay, to what do I owe this unexpected visit? 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 turd, Don. Kaylen and Beth are both out of town and I need someone 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 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 talk 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 time I tried to stick the money in your shirt pocket?” “You mean when I took your face in both my hands and told ...
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