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I suppose it shouldn’t have surprised me. The flirting had been going on for quite some time and if we thought it was harmless, we were only fooling ourselves. My name is Zach. I’m a fifty-five year old widower and I still live in the house my wife and I shared. I guess I couldn’t break my ties to the place even after she died. My wife died three years ago, from an infection she got during a knee replacement surgery. We knew the risks, but you never think it will happen to you. I grieved for over a year before I began to have thoughts about other women. I went out with a few, but it never amounted to more than a goodnight kiss at the door. Even though I am in good shape at 6’2″and 185 pounds, I know it was me. I just didn’t project myself in the way that attracted women. I was hoping to change all that, but I guess I haven’t met the one woman who can trigger an emotional response from me. Jayne was a fifty-eight year old who moved in next door with her husband, who was named Robert. She was a retired schoolteacher, although her husband still worked. He was younger than she was, at fifty-two, so he would be working for years to come. Jayne was a looker, that’s for sure. She was a brunette, with short spiked hair. That alone made her look hot, but the rest of her was put together very well. She was a tad over slender, with curves in all the right places. She had a nice rear end that pushed out just the right amount and her breasts, while not huge, gave the impression that she didn’t always need a bra. The clincher for Jayne, however, was her smile. She could charm anyone with that smile. She seemed to always be in a good mood. I met both of them shortly after they moved in. After the usual pleasantries, I invited them over to my place for a Saturday evening cookout. I also invited two other couples who were good friends of ours before my wife died. They were still friends, but without my wife it seemed that I was always a fifth wheel and didn’t want to hear any sympathy from them, or give them chances to hook me up with other widows. It was good to have them over, though. I had finally gotten over her death and I wanted them to know şişli escort I was doing well. At that cookout, Jayne hung around me more than anyone else, including Robert. She held my arm a lot of the time and, while not uncomfortable with it, it was just a little awkward. At one point she told me that we should get together for coffee in the mornings after Robert left. She explained that she had just retired and she was going to have to get used to having time on her hands in the mornings. Having a retired friend to talk to would help her with the transition. The cookout was a rousing success, with all of us saying we had to do this more frequently. Jayne and Robert were the last to leave and, when they left, Jayne hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t forget what I said about the coffee,” she purred. “I have a feeling we are going to be great friends.” After they left, I thought long and hard about what she had said. She was definitely attractive, and any man would find themselves wanting her, but I was thrown off a little by her aggressive nature. Was I getting the wrong signals from her? I figured a little coffee and conversation couldn’t hurt. Well, could it? A few weeks passed before we actually had coffee. I would see Jayne nearly every morning as I got the paper from the driveway. Robert would be leaving for work and she would stand in the drive wearing a silk robe that hugged her figure. As usual, she always had a big smile for me. Jesus, even in the morning she looked great. I figured it was time to invite her over for some coffee. The next day I asked her if she wanted to join me for coffee and pastries. She held her hands on her hips and looked at me. “Zach, what in the world took you so long? It’s not like I’m going to bite you or anything.” She smiled as she said that and walked across the yard and onto my driveway. She took my arm and walked toward my house. “The other neighbors seem so prudish,” she said. “Let’s give them something to talk about.” We sat at my kitchen table and enjoyed some delicate pastry I had gotten earlier that morning. Jayne loved it and demanded I tell her where I mecidiyeköy escort had gotten it. Her tits jiggled a bit when she laughed and I found myself becoming aroused at the thought of licking and sucking her erect nipples. At one point she caught me looking at them and she just smiled. “Once we get to know each other better you’ll find other places to stare at,” she said seductively. I was blushing as I averted my gaze from her own staring eyes. “Jayne, I didn’t mean to stare like that,” I told her. “It’s just that…” I couldn’t finish what I was saying, but I think she understood that I was attracted to her. Our coffee sessions continued, alternating between my place and hers. We would try to outdo each other with the pastries, and we had a lot of fun, but there was this tension growing, like a smoldering fire that threatened to rage out of control. On more than one occasion, Jayne’s robe billowed open as she poured the coffee, giving me an almost unobstructed view of her tits. She always let my gaze linger before she made a big deal of closing the robe, but she knew what she was doing. She also knew what it was doing to me. One Thursday morning, at her place, she asked me why I wasn’t dating. I told her that none of the women I had gone out with interested me enough for a second date. “I’m sure if we went out, I would make sure you were interested,” she told me. “You must know by now that I find you attractive.” “Jayne, I’m honored by that, but you’re a happily married woman,” I told her. “Zach, there are degrees of happiness, and by most of them I am happily married.” She paused, as if she wanted to concentrate on what she would say next. “The truth is, Robert and I don’t have a very healthy sex life. He does his husbandly duties enough to think I am happy, but it’s not nearly enough.” I found myself staring incredulously. “Jayne, are you telling me that you are a sexually frustrated housewife?” Jayne again paused before she spoke. “I guess I am,” she blurted out. “I’ve never acted on it, but I have always checked out other guys, either at school or whenever we went out.” “Well, have you ever considered a fling, or an affair?” I asked. “Do you think that might be the answer to your problems?” “I have given it some thought,” she went on. “It would have to be with someone who wasn’t married, was a good friend and lived close by, so there wouldn’t be long drives or overnight stays.” She smiled and then said, “Do you know of anyone who might fit that description?” Now it was my turn to blush. She had described me to a “T”, but I wasn’t taking the bait, not just yet. “No, not offhand I don’t,” was my reply. Jayne then got up and said she needed to get ready to go to the market. As I walked toward the door, she stopped me and gave me a hug. “I’ll keep looking, but I think I may have someone in mind,” she said. And without warning, she kissed me full on the lips. It was a passionate kiss, with her mouth parted ever so slightly. Not enough for some tongue action on my part, but more like an invitation to something better down the line. As we broke the kiss, I looked into her eyes. They were wide open and conveying both lust and need. I took her into my arms and kissed her. This time my tongue found its way into her mouth, and she accepted it willingly. Our tongues danced with each other as our lips ground together in a wild, wanton, almost violent exchange. When we broke this time, Jayne moaned aloud. “Oh God,” she whispered. “I have wanted to do that since your party. You’re the one, Zach. I want you to make love to me.” She stepped back and opened her robe, allowing it to fall to the floor. She stood before me in her supreme nakedness and I gazed at the image before me. She looked better than I had imagined her to be, with her perfect breasts heaving and a look of absolute longing on her face. Jayne came toward me, arms open wide, and stepped into my embrace. She felt wonderful in my arms and my hands reached down to cup her ass. Moaning, she gripped me harder as I explored her body. “Oh Zach, this feels so good in your arms,” she said breathlessly. “Let me see you. Get out of those clothes.” Reluctantly, I began to disrobe. Jayne helped with the buttons on my shirt and when it was finished she gently kissed my chest and abdomen, pausing to suck on my nipples. “I want you so bad,” she moaned. As I removed my trousers, shoes and socks Jayne was busy with her hands, taking the opportunity to examine my swollen cock.

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