Gus and Sue had always seemed the happiest couple, so it was a shock to the whole neighborhood when Sue, after her two doted-on kids became schoolteachers like she’d been before she retired, divorced Gus and moved in with a muscular young man who was a janitor at her old school.
Gus tried to drown his sorrows in whiskey, to the point where his business—a popular local convenience store that seemed to do more business than the busiest bank—began to suffer. I’d gotten to know him pretty well from shopping at his store, and I noticed how he was going down.
This had been going on for about six months when I snuggled up to my husband one night after making love (we’d been married for 18 years but still had a very active sex life) and asked if he’d mind if I went to talk to Gus to see if having a shoulder to cry on would help. Jeff said that sounded very kind and wished me luck.
Early the next morning I was at Gus’s house with hot cinnamon rolls and coffee. He was reluctant to let me in, saying the place was a mess, but I said I had come to see him, not the house. It worked out better than I’d hoped. Gus had felt his life was over, and a little company did him wonders.
We became morning coffee buddies, and kept it up, with no physical contact but a kiss on the cheek and a hug when we met or parted. Gus was soon back on track, with the store doing better than ever and his house kept immaculately. But he never seemed to date, or have any social life other than my visits. In time he became flirtatious, but never acted on anything.
Until once, when my husband went on an extended business trip. By then we were alternating our mornings between his place and mine, and I’d gotten to know him so well that at my house all I put on was a short terry-cloth robe. One Saturday he showed up so early, I was still nude as I got the coffee going. When I saw him staring through the window of the back door, I dashed upstairs to get my robe.
As I let the man in, I said, “Sorry about that.” But I was caught even more off guard when he grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss, then clutched my buttocks and pulled me against his very hard cock. I’d never thought of him as a potential lover—he was 20 years older than me!—but I melted against him, pressing my braless 34Cs against his chest.
Suddenly he pulled back and said, “My God, Linda, what are we doing?”
I whispered, “We’re doing what nature intended a man and woman to do together. Let’s go upstairs where we can do it comfortably.”
He stood fast when I first tugged on his hand, but then followed me obediently up to my bedroom. As we stood by the bed, I stripped off his shirt. When I started to undo his pants, he grabbed hold of my hand and said, “Are you sure about this?”
I guided his hand under my robe to my pussy. He gasped when he encountered my creamy folds. I said, “Just feel how hot and ready I am for you. Though I love Jeff very much, at this moment I want to be with you more than anything.”
He stripped off his pants and I slipped out of my robe, and we fell onto the bed. He couldn’t wait to get his cock in my pussy, so he climbed on and entered me. We lay locked loin to loin for some time while he worked to control his orgasm. He went on to pound me relentlessly, bumping my clit nicely each time our loins met, which brought me to a bone-shattering orgasm. As I gasped for my breath, he hovered above me smiling.
We screwed for half an hour, switching from one position to another, until—with me lying on my back—I reached another toe-curling climax, about the same time he finished the deed. We didn’t speak until our breathing returned to normal, when he said, “Thank you, my darling woman. I didn’t think I’d ever be with a woman again, let alone one so lovely and desirable.” Then he just held me close, saying how much he owed me.
I went down to get coffee and rolls, and we sat in the sunroom talking for an hour, until he said he should get going because neighborhood tongues would wag. He went back to the bedroom to dress, but I pushed him down on the bed and kissed him passionately, then whispered that I wasn’t letting him leave just yet.
I slid his boxers back down and blew on his genitals, then flicked my tongue over his glans. He trembled. It was easy to fit his soft cock in my mouth. I nursed on it like a large nipple. He said, “That’s nice, sweetie, but it’ll be days before he comes out to play again.” When he tried to pull me off his cock, I held firm. Within minutes it began to stiffen!
I continued to pleasure him orally until he was as hard as he was when he’d mounted me earlier. I swung my leg up over him and guided him into my cunt, watching the expression of amazement on his face. I rode him like a cowgirl, grinding my pussy onto his cock for the longest time, until he rolled me over and really poured the cock to me, finally exploding in my pussy and getting me off as well.
I was happy to continue helping Gus with his rehab, and kept it up until finally he hooked up with a widow who shopped in his store. My husband probably suspected that I was doing more than having coffee and rolls with Gus, but he never asked. I guess we had our own “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy. I just figured sharing a little of my pussy was worth it to save a friend.
—Name and address withheld