Before Mickey left there were always friends of his at our house on weekends. Sometimes it was just one or two, other times there could be six or more. Sometimes they brought their current girlfriends with them.
They were all a great bunch, never any trouble and always respectful of us and our property. We would often have barbecues and as John didn’t enjoy cooking, One of the boys, Jake, used to do the honours.
As well as cooking, Jake was always willing to clean up while the others lounged about.
“Why don’t you relax with the others?” I asked him one day.
“I’m not one for just sitting around Mrs Morris.” he replied. “I’d sooner be doing something.”
“As long as you’re OK with it, carry on.” I said.
I had to be a bit careful around two of the guys. They were always trying to get a look down my top or up my skirt, but Jake was never like that.
When Mickey moved away for work, John announced that he wanted a divorce and moved out. I had my suspicions that he was having an affair and I was right. He moved in with her straight away.
I wasn’t too emotionally upset as I half expected it and my feeling for him had been waning for a while. I got to live in the house as long as I wanted, rent free. We agreed a reasonable financial settlement which meant I didn’t have to work. I still had to be careful with money though.
With all this going on the weekend visits from the gang stopped and I lived a quiet happy life.
One of my regular treats was stopping off at a delightful little coffee shop on my way home from my visits to town. The coffee was much better than the chain coffees and the setting was much cosier and intimate. They didn’t seem to mind how long I sat reading my book.
It was a warm day as I sat in a window seat drinking my second coffee and engrossed in my book.
I sensed somebody close to me and as I looked up a voice said.
“Is that you, Mrs Morris?”
“Oh! My god. Jake! What are you doing here?” I shrieked.
“I’m home for a few days.” He said. “I was walking past when I saw you in the window. I just had to say hello.”
“I’m so glad you did. It’s great to see you after all this time. Sit down, let me get you a coffee.”
He sat down and I went to the counter for his coffee. On the way back I checked him out. He had filled out a lot from his previously skinny self and was tanned. He looked pretty good in his faded jeans and his white short sleeved shirt that showed off his muscular bronzed arms.
“Here you go.” I said as I put his coffee on the table. “You look good. What have you been doing with yourself?”
“Thanks.” He said, taking a sip of his coffee. “I’ve been working on an estate helping to manage the forests. It’s hard work but I love it.”
“You aren’t wearing a wedding ring.” He said looking at my hand. “What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“John wanted a divorce as he was seeing somebody else. It hadn’t been good between us for a while. It all happened just after Mickey left home.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Don’t be. It’s fine. I found life better after it was all done. We still keep in touch now and again. There’s no animosity between us now.”
The cafe was starting to fill up and there was a queue forming outside the door.
Jake said, “It’s getting very busy here. Can we continue our talk somewhere else?”
“OK.” I said. We drank the last of our coffee and walked down towards the river. It was a few minutes walk to the river and on the way I asked him.
“Have you been in touch with Mickey?”
” We’ve spoken on the phone a couple of times. He’s doing OK. I’ll have to get to visit him sometime. It’s strange that he never mentioned your divorce.”
“I don’t think he likes to talk about it. He was cut up about his Dad having another woman and leaving me. I’ve told him it was for the best but he’s still not happy about it.”
We arrived at the riverbank. There is a path that runs along the river and some seats on the river side facing the river and we sat down.
I turned to say something to Jake and suddenly found his lips on mine. I was shocked to say the least. His tongue was licking at my lips. It was my first kiss in a long time and I found myself responding. My lips parted and our tongues explores each other’s mouths.
It was glorious and I was loving it. I put my hand behind his head and held him to me. He put his arm round my shoulder and his hand rested on the top of my breast, his fingers stroking gently.
Finally we came up for air.
“Where did that come from, Jake?” I asked breathlessly.
“I’ve wanted to do that ever since I first met you.”
“If I’d known it was going to be that good, I might just have let you.”
“You were married.” He said. “I’m not a marriage breaker.”
All the time his fingers were making little circular movements on the top of my breasts. I was getting hotter.
He kissed me again and I melted into him. I felt his had on my knee and he started to slide it up my thigh under my skirt.
Oh! God. This was getting interesting. Not wanting to seem easy, I kept my legs closed and they stayed closed until his hand reached my panties. He stroked across my mound. It was like a bolt of electricity hitting me. I could feel myself getting wet, very wet.
My legs parted and his fingers rubbed up and down over my wet panty covered slit. I was wriggling under his touch.
His fingers found the edge of my panties and moved them to one side and I felt his fingers on me, then in me, sliding on the wetness.
He curved his fingers upwards and began to stroke me faster. The pressure on my G spot had me gasping and humping up at his hand. My juices were in full flow, soaking his hand and I felt my orgasm building.
“Don’t stop. Keep doing that, Just like that.” I gasped
He did and I felt the heat spread through my body. My face and neck were flushed with excitement and I came so hard I almost passed out.
Once I had come down from the exquisite heights that he’s taken me to. He slipped his fingers out, leaving me feeling so empty. He took my hand and put it on the bulge in his pants. Oh! How I wanted it, but not here.
“Not here.” I gasped. “Come with me.”
I took his hand, which was wet. I can’t imagine why. I ran across the field dragging him along with me. We got to my car and I drove home. I don’t know how I managed as he had his hand between my legs all the way.
My hands were shaking so much I had difficulty getting the key in the lock. I managed and dragged him inside, slamming the door behind me.
Once inside he had me in his arms again, kissing me with such passion that I was almost orgasming again.
I felt the button on my skirt loosen and the zip go down. My skirt dropped round my ankles and I stepped out of it. His fingers were soon at my pussy again and I was going wild. I wanted him so much but I wanted comfort. I broke the kiss,
“Upstairs.” I said and dragged him up to my bedroom.
He was full on. His hands were all over me and I was loving it. My top and bra were soon on the floor and he was sucking and licking one nipple whilst playing with the other. I was going weak at the knees and holding onto him to stop myself from collapsing completely.
I was coming hard again. I’ve never had as many orgasms in such a short time and I had a feeling that there were going to be more.
His fingers went to the waist of my panties and slipped down inside, through my light brown curly hair and into my wetness again. I spread my legs wide for him and at least two fingers were plundering my pussy. I came again, hard.
He pushed my soaking panties down and I shimmied them to my ankles and stepped out of them.
I stood before him fully naked. My chest was heaving and my nipples were engorged and hard. My thighs were shiny with my wetness. I wanted him inside me.
He picked me up and laid me on the bed. I put my feet up on the bed and spread my knees wide in a silent invitation to him.
I watched as his shirt hit the floor and I marvelled at the sight of his work hardened bronzed body. He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a foil wrapped condom and held it in his mouth as he started to strip off his jeans.
“You don’t need that.” I said huskily.
“Really?” he questioned.
“Yes really. I want to feel you inside me.”
He slid his jeans down and kicked them off his feet. I saw the glorious sight of his erect manhood with the head just peeking out from the waist of his briefs. My wetness was waiting for him.
His briefs followed his jeans to the floor. He looked amazing stood there with his erection standing proud.
He laid next to me on the bed and his fingers went straight between my thighs and slipped into me. He fingered me hard and my pussy gushed as I came on his fingers.
Knowing that I was wet and ready, he laid between my thighs and aimed himself at my waiting pussy. I groaned as I felt the head part my lips and my body welcomed him in. He slowly slid right into me and I could feel his pubic hair tickling my clit. It felt so good to be filled like this after so long.
Holding himself deep inside me he took a nipple in his mouth and I arched my back, trembling at the sensations he was giving me.
Slowly he pulled his cock back out until just the head was inside me. I bucked up at him to keep him in, then he slid back into me. He slowly slid in and out and I felt the beginnings of an orgasm. It slowly built up until my body was screaming for release.
He didn’t change his pace, just slow steady strokes, keeping me on the boil until suddenly my orgasm hit. I screamed as I came hard. I bucked up at him and writhed on the bed as the pleasure coursed through my body. I felt like I was on fire. I wrapped my legs around his back and pushed up at him to keep it going. My pussy was flooding.
Eventually I came down from the best orgasm that I can remember. I was sweating and breathing hard. He still hadn’t finished.
He kept on moving in me, but this time he gradually increased his pace until he was pounding me hard and fast. I didn’t think I had it in me but I came again.