0 comments/ 10758 views/ 2 favorites A Glowing Ember By: me_thestoryteller I have been in love with only two men in my lifetime and it is only now, many years latter, that I realized the one I truly loved was not the one I married. A little history is required here so I'll just give the pertinent facts as they occurred. My name is Jillian, um, Jill to my friends and co-workers. Barry Kaminski and I have been married since 1984 until his death in 2004...twenty years of wedded bliss, sprinkled with a good dose of yelling, fights and sometimes violence because our personalities were as different as night and day. Barry was a loud, boisterous and full time braggart, sometimes to my embarrassment...while I was the quiet and shy wife. Once at a party, I was casually talking to a male acquaintance we both knew very well, when Barry, drunk as a skunk, came over and grabbed my crotch and said to our friend, "Back off buddy...her pussy is mine." I was so embarrassed that I had to leave the party and wait out in the car. On the way home, I drove and gave Barry a piece of my mind while he was passed out in the back seat. I doubt if he heard me as drunk as he was, but I felt better...much better. I may be a shy woman, but I wasn't always a timid mouse, especially when I was right and he was wrong and just being a big stupid ass hole. Don't get the wrong idea that I'm a saint, because I'm not...no one is, but there were times when I stood nose to nose with my raging husband and never gave up an inch of my determination. I can control my temper most of the time, but when I do lose it...watch out, the dinner dishes soon will be flying. Many a time, I vowed to leave him, but I always relented when my temper cooled and I thought of our daughter. She loves her father in spite of his yelling and drinking and needs a two parent home. However, as soon as she's eighteen...I'm out of this marriage from hell. Barry's best man at our wedding was Joe, a quiet and unassuming man...whom I always had the deepest respect for. Joe was also Barry's best friend and camping buddy and they would go off for the weekend camping at a nearby campground. I wasn't the outdoors gal and usually stayed home with our daughter, Cindy because if there are bugs around...you won't find me there. We had a camping trailer set up at Whispering Pines, one of the local campgrounds about an hours drive from our home in the city and on any given weekend, that's where you would find my Barry and his buddy, Joe...drinking and telling tall tales. However, when the three of us were together...Barry, as usual did most of the talking. He was, I must admit, a wonderful storyteller and often had me on the verge of peeing in my panties from laughing so hard. Joe, on the other hand, was like me, very quiet and just listened to Barry's usual tall tales. My Barry, when he was drank, often got mean and violent and that was the primary reason that I never went camping with him...besides the bugs of course. Barry could be a wonderful man when he was sober...but that was wishful thinking on my part. As soon as Barry got home from work...he started drinking...and yelling...and fighting...bla bla bla. When he gets like that, I just tune him out and let him alone for the rest of the night...and forget about sex...he wasn't getting any that night. Joe on the other hand, got talkative and funny when he had a few too many and that to me made him a more desirous person to be around because he was like me...a lovable drunk. One incident I'll never forget took place last summer concerning Joe and drinking and it still brings a smile to my face to this day, because Joe and I...were sexually intimate. It was so wonderful and probably the most erotic lovemaking I have every experienced and right under my hubby's nose. Um, let me explain...as best as I remembered it because it was a long night and all of us were drinking. On the few occasions that I ventured into the wilds of south western Luzerne county to visit my two rugged outdoorsmen down at the camp ground...I have to admit that this one time was probably the best time I had down there in the three years we owned the trailer. Given the crazy way the evening started...I still find it hard to believe that it happened at all. It was late August...a week before labor day on a Friday night and already getting dark at eight o'clock when my daughter and I stopped at McDonalds a few miles from the campground for a late supper and we enjoyed a nice quiet leisurely meal for a change. I had to work swing hours that Friday and didn't have time to make supper, but I knew Cindy had supper at my mom's but that was three hours ago and she's probably hungry now...like I am. On alternate Fridays, I work from ten in the morning to six and then it's a forty-five minute drive home in rush hour traffic and I didn't pick up Cindy at my mother's house until quarter to seven and then drive an hour to get to the silly campground. Thank god I knew the way to the campground in the dark, but there was a full moon that came out once in a while from a partly cloudy sky. Soon we were driving up the camp ground's gravel main road to our campsite and parking behind Joe's new Jeep. No sooner than I turned off the engine, Cindy was springing out of our car and running over to her father. Barry was sitting on his pickup truck's tailgate by the campfire with Joe and Cindy gave her father a big hug. Barry smiled and returned her hug, but just looked at me and shook his head and tapped his finger on his watch and I apologized, "I know...I know...we're late, but I had to work swing hours today...remember?" Barry gave Joe a nudge and said, "You gotta love my workaholic wife...she makes you and me look bad." Joe gave me a sincere smile and greeted me warmly...something my hubby failed to do when we arrived. Oh well...that's married life I suppose. The plan was simple. I would spend Friday night with Barry in the shoebox-sized master bedroom of our trailer, while Joe slept on the convertabed in the dinette area at the front of our trailer. Um, Cindy would spend the remainder of the weekend with her grand parents at their trailer just up the road...maybe three, four hundred feet away. I would go home early Saturday morning because I had to work from 8 to noon, then I would pick up Cindy sometime Sunday morning because she had soccer practice in the afternoon. I put my overnight bag and purse on the bed in the so-called bedroom of our camper and then walked my daughter up the road to Barry's parent's trailer, carrying her over night bag and box of board games. When we got to their trailer, Gammy Kelso was standing on the front porch waiting for us. She's a peeker-outer when she's expecting someone and she was expecting us. Yes, their huge trailer had a porch and all the amenities of a small ranch house on wheels. Anyway, I said my pleasantries and explained our tardiness then told Cindy to behave herself or else...I'll box her ears. Cindy knew I was kidding but I don't think Gammy Kelso thought so. In her thinking, I was a poor excuse of a mother, but I think differently...I'm a great mother. Well, Gammy Kelso and I never really hit it off because I was obviously never good enough for her precious son. Oh well...in laws...right? I was still wearing my work heels and walking was difficult as I slowly walked back down the hill to our campsite in the near pitch darkness when the full moon was behind the clouds or the tall pine trees that were everywhere. More than once I tripped while walking down that stupid gravel road, but when I tripped again...I fell. I was so mad...I cursed the road...the campground and my husband. I got to my feet and brushed myself off and walked to our campsite without further incident. When I got there...Barry was still sitting on the tail gate and all I got from my hubby when I showed him my skinned knees was a smirk and him saying, "What a fuckin klutz for wearing heels." I was ready to lay into him...but why bother and I just replied, "When you're right...you're right honey." The campground didn't have streetlights except for the one down by the camp store and another one way down by the pool at the bottom of the hill...two measly streetlights for a sprawling twenty-acre campground. I went into the trailer and changed into more suitable clothes...shorts, tee shirt and of course sneakers and when I was done, I joined Barry and sat next to him on the pickup's tailgate and he gave me a beer. I could see that he was drunk as a skunk already, but surprising placid so I was crossing my fingers hoping we wouldn't have the usual family squabble tonight. I just wanted chill out and drink a little and unwind from my mind numbing day at work...not to mention the long drive to get here. I looked around and didn't see any signs of Joe, so I asked, "Where's Joe...taking a piss or something?" Barry just laughed and said, "He went for a walk down to the camp store...he was out of pipe tobacco. Geeze, you should have seen him wobbling like a drunken sailor when he left...what a pathetic site. He can't even hold his beer without spilling it." I rolled my eyes in disgust at my unfeeling husband's lackadaisical attitude towards his best friend and said, "If Joe's that drunk...was it wise to let him walk down there in the dark in the condition he's in?" Barry leaned away from me and blew a smelly fart at me and said, "Ahhhh hops." I rolled my eyes in disgust and said, "Why didn't you stop him or at least go with him?" "Jesus Christ woman...it's only five hundred feet down the road from here...all down hill. What do you want me to do next...hold his dick when he pees my beer down the toilet?" I rolled my eyes again at my husband and said, "I'm going to go look for him...you coming with me?" "Naw...Joe's a big boy. I'll just wait here and have a beer ready for the ass hole when he gets back." As I got down off the tailgate, I said under my breathe, "You're the ass hole...shit head." He probably didn't hear me in the condition he was in...so I headed down the road in the dark...determined to find a drunken lost friend. In five minutes, I was standing at the counter of the Camp store...making an inquire as to whether Joe made it this far. I described Joe to the elderly man behind the counter and he flashed me a smile and said, "Yes...I do believe he was in hereabout, um, ten, fifteen minutes ago. He bought a pouch of pipe tobacco and a six-pack of Coors lite. Is he missing or something?" "No...just momentarily misplaced. He was pretty drunk when he left our campsite and I didn't want him falling down somewhere." "That so? When he left here, he made a left turn and headed down the hill. There's nothing down that way but the swimming pool and it's closed now." I flashed the elderly man a smile and walked out onto the deck and looked down the hill...it was dark...very dark and I didn't have a flashlight. The full moon would make a brief appearance, but wouldn't stay long enough to see by. I went back in and bought a cheap flashlight and left...hoping to pick up Joe's trail. I knew for a fact that Joe had a great sense of direction and I couldn't imagine him getting lost like this. Then again, he's drunk and that changes things. I walked down the road and pointed my flashlight here and there and not seeing a damned thing...crappy flashlight. For all I know, an elephant could be standing there and I wouldn't see it. I took a connecting side road that merged into another road and started walking up the hill, but this road went past more campsites...many of which were dark. Nobody home I guess. There's a multiplex movie theater and several restaurants at the mall, about six miles away and many of the campers go there for a few hours since it was a Friday night. I continued to walk, stumbling now and then and cursing the darkness and camping. By now I was well past our campsite...a few hundred feet through the pine trees. I saw Gammy Kelso's trailer and was about to walk up onto the porch when I heard laughter and conversation coming from out back in their small back yard. Yes, they even had a back yard. I walked around to the back and suddenly stopped dead in my tracks and nearly pissed in my panties. There was Gammy and Grandpa Kelso sitting around a campfire toasting marshmallows with my daughter and Joe. I walked over to Joe and almost clubbed him on the side of the head and said, "I was looking all over for you...you son of a bitch. I was worried sick about you. How in the hell did you end up here?" "Hi Jill...how are you?" He was obviously drunk and from the two beers left of his six-pack...I was guessing he was feeling no pain. Gammy Kelso gave me a "what was that all about" look and I sat down on a redwood bench next to my daughter and explained what was going on. Grandpa Kelso just laughed and said, "I gave Joe a ride up the hill when I bumped into him coming out of the store. From what I could see, he was in no condition to walk back to the campsite in the dark. What's Barry up too...are you spending the night with him?" "Well...Barry's fine and yeah, I'll spend the night I guess...someone has to keep these two knuckle heads out of trouble." I was looking at Joe and shaking my head, but a thought occurred to me...he may be drunk, but at least he doesn't get mean. I went over to Joe and helped him to his feet and said, "Come on Daniel Boone...I'll walk you home. Thank you for what you did Grandpa Kelso...I appreciate your kindness." Before we left, I gave my daughter a big hug and a goodnight peck on the cheek and told her I'll be leaving early in the morning, but I'll stop by to say goodbye. I gave Cindy a big wet, sloppy mommy kiss on the forehead and left with Joe. Joe was still a bit unsteady on his feet so I held him firmly around the waist. I never was this physically close to Joe in all the years I knew him and it felt kind of nice. Suddenly Joe stopped, excused himself and went into a nearby stand of mountain laurel and threw up. I could hear guts being heaved up...stomach contents puking down onto the dry leaves on the ground. Five minutes later, the heaving sounds stopped and all was quiet. Joe rejoined me. I had to roll my eyes and ask, "Are you feeling better?" "Much better...thank you." I cracked a broad smile and mentioned, "You're going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning." Joe pulled a McDonald's napkin from his pocket and wiped his mouth, but seeing no trash cans around...he didn't know what to do with the soiled napkin after that. I rolled my eyes and took the napkin and tossed it away. He smiled and thanked me...saying, "I never get hangovers." "Never?" "Never...but I get the "runs" the next day instead." "Thanks for sharing that with me...Joe." I said as I rolled my eyes at his revelation and we continued our walk back to the campsite. I so wanted to really talk to Joe...to see what made him tick. Why was he such a goddamn gentleman when he was with me? Seeing the campsite just a hundred feet away...the time for meaningful talk was gone...in an instant. What happened next was out of the blue. I suddenly took Joe into my arms and kissed him just as the moon came out and we were standing in the middle of the gravel road...out in the open. I broke the kiss and said, "Joe...forgive me...I don't know what came over me, but I wanted to do that for such a long time." Joe smiled and said plainly, "Come on...we better get back...Barry will be wondering what happed to us." Minutes of agonizing silence passed and the closer we got to the campsite...I had to wonder if I came on too strong. I couldn't even blame it on the beer because I didn't drink all night. The blame was on me...in me. But Joe must feel the same way...he must. Joe suddenly put out his hand to stop me and put his arms around me and mentioned, "I felt the same way...Jill...for a very long time." As soon as he put his arms around me, I almost collapsed...my knees feeling suddenly weak. I could see Barry clearly sitting on the back of his truck and knew this was wrong...very wrong, but yet I didn't care...I wanted to know Joe intimately in a way only my husband knew me. I broke the kiss and looked around and spotted a neighbor's trailer and said, "Come with me before I regain my senses." Joe followed me with out question to a trailer at the next campsite from ours. I knew for a fact that the elderly couple that owned it were from New Jersey and hardly came camping. The blue and white striped awning was rolled up, the propane tanks were missing and the picnic table was turned on its side...so no one here for quite a while I surmised. I tried the door, but it was locked...well duh. I thought for a moment and said to Joe, "There must be a spare key around here somewhere. Just don't stand there Joe...help me look for it." I was aroused and wanted Joe soooo bad and while a locked door was a big nuisance...it wasn't going to stop me...not the way I was feeling. I stood there tapping my lower lip with my finger and a light went on in my head... "Of course." I immediately went to the front door and squatted down and quietly pulled out the metal entry step a little and swept my hand side to side and found it...a magnetic key holder. I knew where to look because that's where we keep the spare key to our trailer. I opened the small metal key holder and pushed the key into the door lock and tried the door...it opened without a sound. I went in first and Joe followed. The musty smell of the trailer was over powering, but with the door and windows open, it'll be fine. I opened all the windows and drew wide the curtains and once my eyes became adjusted to the dark...I walked back to the small bedroom in the back. Joe followed and when we stood looking at the comfortable looking bed, I kissed him and said, "We may never have an opportunity like this Joe...soooo?" Joe pulled me into him kissed me with growing passion while his hands were on my ass cheeks and squeezing them hard. My hand dropped to his crotch and cupped his growing cock and I knew I had to have him. Without debating the situation we found ourselves in...we shed our clothes in the semi dark bedroom. I was wearing casual walking shorts, a pink tee shirt and walking sneaks. Joe was in jeans and t-shirt and sneaks. When we were down to undies and I eagerly pulled his down to expose the nicest looking big cock I've seen on a man other than my husbands. It had to be ten inches of thick throbbing meat. As I was admiring Joe's cock, he reached around me and unfastened my bra to let my big 36DD breasts swing free. Soon my panties were off and I was laying flat on my back and spreading wide my thighs...my unspoken signal for him to come and get me. Suddenly, a shaft of moonlight came through the window and I could see Joe clearly and he took me without the usually foreplay...not that I missed it. Joe mounted me missionary style and pushed into me...driving his hard meat in and out like a pile driver. The bed squeaked while the trailer rocked slightly with every thrust and his rhythmic timing made me drift off to erotic seventh heaven. I swooned when he kissed my big tits...I moaned when with ecstasy when he pounded my neglected cunt...I groaned when he rolled me on my stomach and pulled me up onto my knees. Thrusting into my wet pussy doggie style really sent me over the fence for a homerun. There are two positions I like most...doggie and riding the cock, cow girl style and he was doing the one...oh my god. As my body lurched forwards with his first pile driver, I felt him deep...probably the very bottom of my vagina. My vagina is not very deep...five or six inches I guess...but he was deep in there with cock to spare. We fucked until I erupted in a violent orgasm...almost tearing the covers I was clutching off the bed. Joe realized his climax right after mine and pulled out and shot his load on my ass and lower back. Looking at his watch because it was getting late, he whispered while kissing my neck, A Glowing Ember "We better get dressed and get back to the campsite. Barry will be wondering what happened to us." I knew Barry couldn't give a rat's ass about us and said, "Why didn't you want to cum inside me, Joe? I'm on contraceptives...hmmmm?" He kissed my open lips and said, "I wanted to Jill...very much, but time isn't on our side tonight. Someday...somewhere...I'll fuck you silly and cream your pussy. I promise...Jill." That was good enough for me. I grabbed a nearby towel and wiped myself off and hoping Barry was too drunk to smell me when we go to bed later. In the moonlight as we dressed, I noticed a big wet spot in the middle of the bed and smiled, but I couldn't help mention, "At least we both climaxed and climaxed good from the looks of that wet spot." Joe rolled his eyes and kissed me while I held him close for a moment savoring the passion we shared. I went through the small trailer and closed all the windows and curtains and once out side in the cool night air, I locked the door and returned the key to its hiding place under the metal entry step and pushed the step into the trailer. We left holding hands all the way back and never said a word to each other...because words weren't necessary...but feelings were. I felt wonderful...noooo, horny and dirty but very invigorated when we got back to the campsite and Barry was still sitting in the same place I left him two hours earlier. When he saw me he said, "I see you found my little buddy. Hey, what happened to you...shit head...get lost?" Joe nodded and mentioned, "Yeah...something like that. Any more beer, buddy?" "In the cooler Hawkeye. Don't expect me to get it for you...you got legs and get my wife one while you're there." I sat next to my very drunk husband and Joe handed me the beer and even opened it for me. I couldn't help think, "What a gentleman and what a lover." Barry was taking a sip of his beer and out of the blue said, "Hey Jill...how about giving Joe a blowjob while I watch...like we talked about and you agreed...remember?" Suddenly I was embarrassed because I didn't remember that particular conversation we had, but then again...I often don't remember a lot of what my husband says because I just tune him out most of the time. However, if we did have that conversation...it was private and I still would have been embarrassed because Joe was sitting there. I thought for a moment...nothing...I still didn't remember it and asked, "When did I agree to that?" Barry just winked at Joe in a teasing way and took a sip of beer and said, "That one night when you and I were shitfaced and talking about people we would like to fuck. I mentioned that I would love to fuck your sisters and you shot back that you would love to give Joe a blowjob while I watched?" I didn't know what to say because Joe was wide-eyed and wondering what was going on. I honestly didn't remember the conversation or agreeing to a blowjob, but in the horny mood I was in, I agreed, "Okay...why the hell not? Remember Barry, this is a one time deal...and don't you even say anything to anyone about this...promise?" "I promise never to bring it up again." Barry took a swig of beer and said to Joe, "Go ahead little buddy...she's all yours." Joe looked at Barry, then at me. I nodded with a smile and Joe dropped his jeans and slid down his shorts and stood near the campfire. I jumped off the tailgate and stood next to Joe as Barry nodded approvingly and took another swig of beer and said, "Go on Jill. Show Joe what he's missing...now before I sober up and change my mind." Before me in the light of the campfire, Joe's ten-inch was limp, but soooo inviting. God...another chance to suck his cock tonight...I thought to myself. I knelt down and held Joe's ample manhood and stroked it until it was hard. Quiet moans from Joe filled the night air as I took it in my mouth and deep throated it down to the hairy balls. I glanced a look at my hubby and he had his cock out and stroking it feverously, but I was more interested in Joe's cock. I could still taste my cum that was on Joe's cock and that excited me more and I soon forgot about Barry and his insensitive tuber. After sucking Joe for twenty minutes, my legs were cramping up and I stood up and faced my hubby and said, "Now I want Joe in my pussy...please?" Barry nodded his okay while still beating his meat and reached back in the truck for an Army blanket and threw it to me. I spread it out between our truck and the campfire so no one will see us except my husband. I striped naked and laid on the blanket...spreading my thighs wide and smiling even wider. The wetness of my pussy glistened in the light of the campfire and I felt do fuckin dirty...but I loved it. Joe was naked in a flash and mounted me...then put his lovely big cock to my pussy and pushed in. I yelled out of shear delight as I felt him deep inside me for the second time tonight. Barry looked around and told me to keep it down...but I knew full well that I probably wouldn't. Joe was doing me missionary style when I whispered, "Do me doggy style, then let me ride you?" Suddenly I was on all fours and Joe spread wide my butt cheeks and was soon driving into my wet horny pussy from behind. I looked off to the side and saw that my husband was still jacking off his seven-incher. I didn't care. I wanted Joe and only Joe. As Joe humped me, my big 36DD titties swung from side to side and back and forth under me and I moaned loudly...I couldn't keep quiet because I'm a noisy lover. Joe's one hand was holding my hip for support while his free hand was squeezing my ample hooters and just that alone made me swoon uncontrollably. After a half hour of doggy fucking, Joe pulled out and got down on his back...his ten-inch cock standing straight up like a flagpole. I then kissed him and turned myself around and straddled him...facing my husband all the while. I flashed Barry a devilish smirk and eased myself down on Joe's magnificent love tool and immediately swooned when I hit bottom...then working my hips up and down to further enhance what I was feeling. Every time I came down, Joe pushed up to drive into me deeper and deeper. From Joe's quiet moans, I knew he was enjoying me...even with his best friend, my hubby, only a few feet away. Suddenly, Barry was straddling Joe's chest and pushing his seven-inch cock into my mouth. I took it gladly...it was the least I could do. I love oral...even if it's with my husband, but tonight I didn't care. Cock is cock no matter who it belongs too and I enjoyed them both. My pussy was getting the royal treatment, as was my mouth and both men were getting satisfied by me. When my climax hit, I was quaking and shaking to beat the band and felt Joe's cock stiffen...he was about to blow. He did, but this time he shot his load deep inside me and I managed to let out a yell...even with a cock in my mouth. Barry's eyes rolled back and shot his load in my face and upper chest...he creamed me but good. When we were all fucked out, we cleaned up and got dressed and stood by the tailgate and talked...with me in the middle of course. Barry leaned over me to tell Joe, "Wasn't that great. See what you're missing little buddy?" "Yeah...that was great...thanks to the both of you." I smiled and whispered to Joe when Barry went to get a beer, "No...thank you Joe. Next time we meet...it'll be just the two of us...I promise." Joe nodded with a broad smile, but didn't reply. He went over to the cooler and grabbed a cold one and sat down by his buddy and they started in with the tall tales and dirty guy talk...minus me of course. After the sex is over, I guess the woman has to take her leave and let the men alone to talk. My hubby would look my way and say something to Joe and snicker now and then and I didn't exactly know how to interpret that, but it made me feel cheap and dirty. I suddenly regretted doing Joe in front of my husband, but I didn't regret making love to him in the trailer. I rolled my eyes and just washed my hands of the two idiots and gladly went to bed. In the morning, I woke early to find Barry lying in bed still dressed with his arms around me and laying close...spoon style. He smelled worse than a saloon and I quietly pulled myself away and while he slept, I quickly dressed in clean clothes, but I really needed a shower. We do have a small shower stall in the trailer, but it always ran out of hot water after five minutes so I never use it. I grabbed my overnight bag and hand bag and quietly made my way down to the side door, but stopped long enough to write a quick note informing Barry that I went home and stuck it to the fridge. Joe was sound to sleep, but at least he had the sense to get into pajamas before crawling into bed. That brought a smile to my face so I kissed him on the forehead to say goodbye, but that was admittedly risky in the light of day and my husband was sober. Who knows what he would do if he ever found out what Joe and I did last night in that trailer...without his permission. I drove up to Gammy Kelso to say goodbye to Cindy and told her I'll pick her up sometime Sunday morning because she had soccer practice in the afternoon. Cindy furled her forehead and asked, "Can't I come home with Daddy?" I reluctantly agreed, but at the same time relieved that I wouldn't have to make another trip down there and said, "I guess that'll be ok, but tell your father that you must be home by noon the latest...you have soccer practice at one o'clock. Well, goodbye baby...I love you." "I love you too mommy." I left and was driving down the gravel road when Barry came out of the trailer and clutching the note I left him in his hand. I beeped and waved as I passed and he waved back. I honestly had to wonder if my husband remembered last night? As I drove home to the city, all I could think about was Joe and the intimacy we shared last night...in the trailer and at the campsite. I could still feel his ten- inch dick deep inside me...a big, hard invader, but Barry's cock in my mouth couldn't be dismissed either. I was starting to swoon and slipped my hand down into my shorts to relieve my pussy of the pressure I was feeling. I couldn't wait to get home and brush my teeth and then get into a steaming hot shower and wash away this grimy feel of wilderness off my city gal body. I was still feeling horny when I got home and headed strait to the bathroom. However, as horny as I was feeling, I reluctantly washed Joe's cum off me even though I wanted to savor that bit of our intimacy a little longer. An hour later, I was heading to work for my 8 to 12 Saturday shift, but to be honest, I was still in a horny mood. Soooo, that was my exciting night in the wilds, but I guess it was really the turning point in the way I thought about my uncaring husband and his caring best friend. My eyes were now wide open to the mistake I made when I married Barry. After my eye opening wilderness adventure, I soon began to love Joe from afar when the three of us were together...watching him and wishing he were the man I married. My Hell was living in a marriage that was totally one sided...I was told that I was happy, but I wasn't. Oh, I went through the motions of being the obedient and faithful wife and never gave Barry any reason to yell at me or strike me...but when he drank, the devil was in him. Our daughter Cindy, as a child often went to bed frightened and crying when Barry came home drunk. Those were terrible times I sooner forget, but they are a part of me...of who I am. With all this said however, I think a part of me still loved my husband, but I didn't like what he turned into when he drank. There was another incident a year later that I kept secret, hidden from Barry for all of our married life. Even today, when I think back on it...I still get hot and a bit flushed...because it involved Joe again. I was thirty-five at the time and it was the Labor Day weekend...I think it was 1993. Anyhow, my nine year old daughter was staying at my mom's house the week before school started and Barry was working the second shift at Imocon...a company that makes high pressure rings for jet engines and he wouldn't be home till eleven thirty that night. It was around seven pm, when the doorbell rang and I went to answer it. Since it was a Friday evening and very warm, I was wearing sweat pants and one of my husband's new white cotton XL tee shirts that didn't fit him and his beer belly, but it fit me just fine. I had my hair up in curlers and I looked terrible. I wasn't wearing a bra either because I wasn't going anywhere. In fact...I hated wearing bras when I had too, but with my ample chest...I had too especially careful at work. No sense in arousing the hard working stiffs at Pa Gas and water. Upon opening the door, I was pleasantly surprise to see it was Joe and welcomed him and I couldn't help notice the beer he was holding and said, "Hi...what brings you out here? If you're looking for Barry, he's still at work." Joe put down the case of beer on top of the two that were at his feet and gave me a big smile...apologizing, "Hi Jill. I know and I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Since everything is closed tomorrow Barry called me at work and asked me to pick up a three cases of beer for him on my way home. I guess he's going out to the camp ground tomorrow and didn't have a chance to go down to the beer distributors." "Barry never told me he was planning to go camping this weekend, but that's not unusual for him. But you're the one that should be inconvenienced, Joe...not me." I said while shaking my head. Joe just smiled and said, "Barry is my best friend and he does favors for me sometimes." I just shrugged my shoulders and said, "Well, put the beer down in the family room...by the fridge...I'll put it in later. Barry hates warm beer." I said while Joe nodded and agreed...with a smile, "Tell me something I don't know." I smiled and rolled my eyes and grabbed a case of beer and Joe picked up the other two and followed me down the steps to the basement family room. I then showed him where to put the beer. However, I really didn't have to tell him where everything was because Joe was a frequent guest in our house. Joe suggested, "I'll help you stock the fridge since I'm here." I think Joe was actually nervous being alone with me. Come to think of it, so was I. We were never alone together in all the years we knew each other...except last year when he got lost down at the camp ground and I went looking for him...and we ended up making love...twice. Other that erotic tryst in that small trailer and later making love at the campsite while Barry watched, Barry was always with us. I opened the fridge door and made room along side the half case of beer already in there and said, "Um, you hand them to me and I'll stack them because I like to have a little air space around the cases so they can cool quicker." In a few minutes we were done and I got up and adjusted the temperature to "colder" and closed the door. Joe smiled and looked at the time and said, "Well, I better get going...I haven't been home yet." Joe headed for the door and was about to leave when I said, "How about a cold one for your trouble?" Our family room was small, perhaps twelve feet by twelve feet. Along one wall was an eight foot long bar...with the beer fridge anchoring the doorway wall. In the corner, behind the bar was a wet sink with running water. On the other side of the family room, there is a gun safe in the left corner...then a sofa bed along the far wall and a TV sitting in the right corner. Directly across from the doorway, on the opposite wall, there is a woodstove and small woodpile. My husband...spends a lot of time down there playing poker with his work buddies...especially during hunting season. My husband is an avid hunter. "Ummm...okay...one for the road won't hurt." Joe said as he sat on one of the bar stools and watched me go behind the bar and open him a cold one. I smiled and asked, "Can or glass?" "Can is fine." I opened two cans of Bud, handing Joe one and pouring mine into a tall beer glass, but I had to say, "Usually I have it straight from the can, but tonight...I don't know...I feel different?" Joe smiled and took a sip and mentioned, "Yeah, sometimes you feel like a can...sometimes you don't?" Suddenly Joe made a Popeye face and said in a gravelly pirate voice, "Argggg...me hearty...a vast ye mate. Reeeal men drink Bud from a can...diiin't chu knowww?" I rolled my eyes and asked, "What about us women?" "Argggg...a vast ye prity wench. Real women drink Bud from a glass...Argggg." I was laughing so hard...beer shot out my nose. Joe had an off the wall sense of humor and always made me laugh. I mean, God...I knew him since the early seventies...long before Barry and I got married. However, I didn't know anything about him...what he thought about the world, love or his job. It made me sad to think that we never had the intimacy that came with a long friendship. Whenever the three of us got together...the center of attention was always my Barry...the life of the party. I was beginning to think my husband was afraid to leave us alone. However, last years romp in the sack for Joe and I spoke volumes. I mean, god...the spark is still there ready to reignite us both. Just then I noticed Joe's beer was empty and with out asking, I opened him another. Joe smiled and thanked me and said, "These are better...cold...who would have funk." I was laughing and was actually having a good time. By now, I was on my third beer and Joe was still nursing his second. I asked with a pie eyed smile, "What's the matter...why aren't you drinking? Am I that boring?" Joe took a swig and smiled back at me. I think he was beginning to feel no pain and said, "No, I have to drive and I'm already starting to feel a beer buzz." I winked and said, "Don't worry about it...drink as much as you like and enjoy yourself. Besides, I won't let a friend drive home drunk and I'll drive you home myself if I have too." Joe smiled and took a swig of beer and admitted, "If you did that...who would drive you home? Um, but to tell you the truth, Jill...you're never boring. I always had a great admiration for you." "In what way?" I asked while trying to light a cigarette with a dead lighter. "Well, you're very attractive and I always thought you were beautiful." I fluttered my eyelids seductively and mentioned, "Even with my hair up in curlers?" "Even with your hair up in curlers...you're still a beautiful woman." I smiled but said jokingly, "I think you had one too many beers or you need glasses...Joe." Joe smiled again and revealed, "No Jill...the beer I can handle and I have 20/20 vision. To be honest with you and these four walls...I was actually jealous of Barry when he married you...I wish it were me that married you. Excuse me, but can I use the facilities?" "Sure...go ahead. You know where it is and you don't have to ask permission. We're all good friends here." Joe smiled and said "I know, but I hate to take advantage that way. I'll be right back." I knew for the longest that Joe was a true gentleman and I found him to be most refreshing, but sometimes just being a gentleman isn't enough. But dammit, I wished he would get some balls and make a move on me again...like he did last year. A year later and I still can feel his kisses on my lips. I still can feel his hot cock deep in my pussy and my violent orgasm and his cumming on my back and ass and later, while my husband watched...inside my pussy. I can still feel it all like it was yesterday. I watched Joe wobble down the short hallway past the laundry room to the powder room that had a vanity sink and toilet. We had for such emergencies because I didn't like Barry's sloppy poker buddies traipsing up to our bathroom upstairs...usually a mess for me to clean up was the result. A Glowing Ember While Joe was relieving himself, I went over in my mind what Joe just admitted to me. I realize that the beer loosened up his inhibitions and his tongue, but if it weren't in his heart already...he wouldn't have said it at all. I picked up his can and saw it was empty and got him another. I finished mine and poured another. By now I was getting shit faced and very warm, but I didn't care. Very rarely did I go on a bender with a friend and I did consider Joe a friend...a very good friend who I already shared intimacies with a year before. I never knew Joe to have done or say anything that I didn't like because he was a gentleman and a gentle man. Barry, in private would tell me things that he thought were character flaws in his best friend, but I knew to be untrue. Barry's main peeve against Joe was that he was too honest. Can you imagine...boy, talk about being childish. Why if Barry were half as honest as Joe, I would be a happy woman. Another so-called character flaw was Barry's suspicions that Joe was not a real man simply because Joe didn't go hunting or like killing animals. I never liked hunting or killing animals either. Does that make me less of a woman? It just shows Joe has a kind heart. Another nutty idea my husband had was that Joe might be a closet gay because he didn't come onto women by saying lewd or suggestive comments to them. I was surprised when Barry told me that only because Joe was a gentleman around women and didn't have to prove he was a man. A real man never has too. After Joe screwed me down at the campground and I climaxed violently...I knew he was all man. Gay my ass. I really don't know where my husband gets his crazy ideas from or what gets into him anyway. Maybe he is insecure about his own manhood like my sister suggested. "How do you spell relief?" Joe said with a big smile when he returned and sat down across from me. I smiled and said, "P...I...S...S?" "Exactly. All that beer has to go somewhere." He was smiling when I winked at him and said, "So Joe...how's your love life been lately? Any horny girls after your butt?" "Yeah...right." "That bad huh?" Joe took a swig of beer and explained, "Well, if I was the last man on Earth, I still couldn't get a date. Maybe that's not entirely true. When I do meet someone...they turn out to be less that I was hoping for. I guess my problem is...I set my standards to high and no woman could possibly meet them. Believe me Jill...the dating world is tough. It's equally tough when you're my age." "You're not much older than me I think and you're certainly younger that Barry. By the way...how old are you?" "I turned thirty six in March." "I'm thirty five...this past May." I said with a embarrassing loud burp and excused myself and took a swig of beer to quell any further burps and continued to answer a comment he made previously, "Well, I was the same way. I couldn't find the right guy for love or money because I'm so shy. Barry was the only man that ever showed me any attention and he tried to avoid me." Joe smiled into his hand and admitted, "I know. I don't know how many times he hid on the floor of my car when we passed your house...it was embarrassing. If that were me...I wouldn't have done that. I thought you were a great catch, Jill." I don't know why I did it, but I leaned across the bar and kissed Joe. Not just an innocent peck on a good friend's cheek, but a full-blown hot wet passionate kiss on the lips. What seemed to be an eternity, my tongue drove between his lips and probed deep into his mouth. I actually felt a spark of passion jump between us and suddenly I was running my hands up and down his back. Joe was doing more...his one hand down squeezing my ass while the other was under my cotton T-shirt and caressing my bare breasts. I was getting hot and broke the embrace and took his hand and led him over to the sofa bed...taking our beers with us. As he stood there holding our beers, I tugged on the sofa strap and pulled open the sofa bed and soon a full sized bed lay before us. We sat on the edge of the bed facing each other and not saying a word. I leaned forwards for another kiss while Joe fondled my big tits through my cotton XL man's T-shirt. I smiled when I observed the slight bulge in his shorts and took a swig of beer and said, "Mmmmm, can I see your...your beautiful cock...again? You did promise that someday...somewhere, you were going to fuck me silly and cream me good. Well Joe...today is your lucky day." "But I did fuck you silly and creamed you...in front of Barry." "Yeah you did. But this time...there's no Barry keeping an eye on us?" Joe nodded with a big smile and finished his beer and stood up as he unzipped his shorts and I excitedly pulled them down to his ankles. Suddenly, I was getting flash backs of the campground because I was breathing heavily and actually trembled...thinking what was about to take place...just like a year ago. Joe's briefs couldn't hide the growing manhood that for the moment was hidden from my sight. I remember what his penis looked like and the words, ample and endowed came to mind. My husband never mentioned that private detail about his friend's positive attributes and I never asked...I never had a reason too ask, because I already knew. Joe slowly pushed down on the waist ban and when I saw his love tool...I couldn't help but swoon at the sight as if I was seeing it for the first time. I almost peed in my panties. There was no way that could I forget how huge it was...ten inches long and very thick...it still looked like a horse's cock. Joe made Barry's seven incher look like an Oscar Meyer wiener. I smiled and couldn't help exclaim, "My Gawd Joe...it still looks like freakin salami...a big freakin salami. I think the girls are really missing out not dating you...big boy." I pulled my cotton XL T-shirt up over my head slowly as not to rip any of my curlers loose and I noticed Joe's eyes lighting up when my 36DD's came into view...just like they did a year ago. I must admit that my best features are my breasts even though I try and not make a big deal about them. By nature, I'm a shy, level headed and modest woman, but yet...deep down I want people to notice me...even if it's only for my big tits. Many of the guys at work unconsciously stare at my tits when they talk to me, but that doesn't bother me...I kind of like those sly, lustful looks I get. Facially, I'm not a pretty woman, but I'm not ugly either...sort of average looking. However, I do wish I were a tall beautiful blonde ...well, maybe in my next life? Anyway, Joe says that I'm beautiful, even with my hair up in jumbo curlers and that's more than my husband ever told me. I stood up and pushed down on the elastic waistband of my sweat pants and allowed them to fall to the floor and stepped out of them. Except for my fruit of the loom panties, I was almost naked. Well...as naked as I have ever been with my husband lately. This didn't last long because I pushed my panties down past my knees to my ankles in one quick movement and then kicked them off my feet. No other man has since seen my goodies other than Barry and my gynecologist and now I was proudly showing them to Joe...but Joe seen them before. Joe was ear-to-ear smiles when I embraced this quiet and unassuming man. I reached down and gently caressed his growing salami-sized penis while we kissed. I was getting weak in the knees because Joe was so gentle a lover...the lover that made me climax in a matter of minutes as I recall. I hated when my Barry tried to make love to me simply because he wasn't the gentlest of lovers. Ram it in hard...never mind that he was hurting me...or ram his small pickle deep down my throat until I choked and couldn't breathe was Barry's way of making love. I never liked rough sex...and my husband somehow thought I liked it raw and hard...because he was a rough and tough macho man by nature. I liked the soft hands approach...catering to my wants and desires for intimacy. When I was handled gently...I was more receptive to passion and intimacy. Intimacy is a two way street you know. You get back what you put into it...it's just that simple. Barry could never understand this. Sex with him was almost like a rape...it was that crude and raw. While Joe stood in front of me, I knelt down and nuzzled his huge cock with my cheek. Hmmm, I felt the warmth...the hardness as I continued to stroke his monster cock with my soft cheek. This seemed to make him harder if that was possible. Out of curiosity, I girthed his cock with my hand, stretching my index finger and thumb around him...they never touched. There was at least a half-inch gap separating my digits. I then held it gently in my small hand and kissed his apple-sized cock head...my own saliva stringing back to my open mouth. Joe moaned contently as I licked it because he had a sensitive cock head. "What luck" I thought. You could run a dump truck over my husband's cock and he wouldn't feel a thing...he was that insensitive to my touches. But Joe, oh my God, was breathing hard and all from my kissing the tip of his manhood. I felt invigorated and I was determined to make mad passionate love to him again...tonight...come hell or high water. I wanted him to fulfill his promise...to fuck me silly and realize his climax inside me again. I then began stroking him little by little and kept him good and hard...then I deep throated him. Even though, Joe was ten inches long and almost two and a half inches in diameter, I was able to swallow all of him and feel his cock head touching the back of my throat. I gagged a few times and gasped for air...but I did it. My stretched lower lip actually touched his plumb sized ball sack. Oh his balls...they were beautiful because they were so round and plump...not at all like my husband's dangling sacks of hairy skin. Everything about Joe was different and he was a delightful departure from my fat and mentally lazy husband. I continued to enjoy Joe orally for what seemed an eternity when the phone rang. I rolled my eyes and hurried over to the bar and grabbed a tissue from behind the bar and spit into it...pre cum was in my mouth. I answered the wall phone nearby, "Hi honey...no...not much...Joe was here earlier, brought your beer, three cases...no...left right after...yeah...oh no...for how long...okay I will...see you then...bye, bye." Because of a backlog of orders at his company, my husband volunteered to work an extra shift and I wouldn't see him until 8am the next morning. I shrugged my shoulders and went back to Joe and kissed him again and said, "Barry won't be home until tomorrow morning...we have the whole night." With that said, I pushed Joe down onto the sofa bed and said, "Make love to me Joe. I continue to relive the first time we made mad passionate love and wished it could continue. We may never have another chance to be intimate again and the way we feel about each other...it'll be a crime not to take advantage of this night. We'll complete what we began last year in front of my husband." Joe smiled and revealed, "I'm probably way out of line, but I always loved you...from the first time I laid eyes on you. I tried for years to get over you, but I couldn't. You are still deeply rooted in my heart and always will be. When we realized the intimacy of passion and love and I had my manhood deep inside you...I so wanted it to go on forever and ever." So Joe did feel the same as me and that made me desire him more and he does love me for me. Knowing now how he felt...I had a confession of my own, "There were many times I wanted to call you when my husband was away fishing with his work buddies or down at that damn campground for the weekend. There were nights when I was so lonely and in need of intimacy that I would actually pick up the phone and start dialing your number and then chicken out at the last minute. But then, I wasn't a wife that cheated on her husband either...I was a good wife I thought, but that night of passion with you made me realize that it was you who I wanted...not Barry. I know that I broke my marriage vows...but I couldn't say the same for Barry. I think he fools around, but I'm not sure...just my woman's intuition tells me so. Maybe that's why we ended up in bed...subconsciously I was getting back at Barry philandering." Joe looked like he had something on his mind that was bothering him. I couldn't imagine what it was and asked, "Is being here with me...troubling you?" Joe sighed and said, "I do have a problem...but it's not with you...it's with Barry." I nodded and asked, "Joe...if you truly love me...this is not the time to hold anything back from me. If it concerns my husband...then tell me...please. What we say here is in strictest confidence...ok? I won't betray you to Barry." Joe held me close and revealed, "Yes...your woman's intuition is right. Barry has been having affairs and one night stands on the sly for several years. I know the man code for keeping silent, but I can't watch him cheat on you time after time and abuse you...Jill. I love you too much to see you get hurt." So I was right...Barry was screwing behind my back. For a moment I sat quietly...thinking of something...anything to ask Joe. I nodded and asked, "Are you sure Joe? I only suspected Barry was screwing around, but can you give me something more concrete to go on?" "Um, last winter when I was dating Joann...you remember her...well...Barry had her fix him up with her friend and we went drinking up at the lake. I didn't want to get Barry involved...but he insisted. Well, Mary, his date was married too and the four of us had a night of drinking and sex." All the while Joe was confiding in me...I was suddenly taken by the fact that I wasn't outraged or even hurt. It was as if I was someone else listening to the sordid details about a stranger. That was a very odd reaction on my part and somewhat troubling. I had to ask, "Was Barry...was Barry intimate with that woman...Mary? Did he screw her?" Joe nodded, but had to add, "We were all drunk and took turns sharing intimacies with each other's date. Joann and I broke up two weeks later, but Barry continued to see her for a couple of weeks. He later admitted that he took Joann to bed a few times and stopped seeing her after she started getting too serious. Afterwards, I felt so guilty, but I promised Barry that I would take this secret to my grave. It's only my love and respect for you that I must confess this now. If you want to hate someone, you should hate me for allowing Barry to get involved." "I should, but I don't. Joe, what you do is your own business...your single, but my husband should have known better. If he's been having affairs all along, he alone is responsible for what he does...not you. The truth is, I don't love Barry anymore. Our love turned cold, but not as cold as my heart. I knew this for a long time and came to terms with it. It's only for my daughter's well being that I stay married to him. But then, here I am with you, my husband's best friend...naked and begging you to make love to me. Am I any better than my philandering husband? I only suspected Barry of unfaithfulness, but here I am the one being unfaithful tonight and that night a year ago. Now I am more determined than ever to make love to you. With all that said, I don't care what happens to my loveless marriage after this night we spend together. I care about you, Joe...more than my unhappy marriage." I was actually crying into Joe's strong shoulder as he put his arms around me and held me gently. Joe's candid revelations about his love for me and my husband's many infidelities broke something deep inside me and I wasn't the same woman I was just an hour before. My eyes were suddenly uncovered and my dormant passions released. I wiped my eyes and gently pushed Joe onto his back, then I straddled his salami sized cock and eased myself down on it...guiding it into my passion pit. I moaned loudly as it slid easily into me and I couldn't believe how good it felt the second time...not at all what I expected this time from Joe's big cock. For some women, a big massive cock was uncomfortable and very painful...but not for me I was finding out. I really don't know why, but I was expecting pain. Barry fucked me last night and as usual, he hurt me. I guess I was a little gun-shy tonight. Perhaps, it was Barry's rough love that made me dread his sexual advances and we didn't copulate that much...although I do him orally when he wanted sex. Joe smiled up at me as he pushed his heavy rocket up into my wet pussy and I in turn groaned with delight as I felt it sliding inside me like a soft warm alien invader. I winched each time Joe drove hard into me and I knew that my vagina was very sensitive, but not very deep. I began to realize why Barry couldn't satisfy me and I shied away from intimate contact with him...other that the occasional blowjobs I gave him. Suddenly, Joe rolled me onto my back with out losing contact with my cunt...something my husband couldn't do. I spread wide my legs and supported them with my hands. Joe had a better way and rolled my hips higher and placed my left leg over his shoulder while still on his knees and drove into me that way. I never cared for the missionary position and was glad that Joe was doing me this way. Men don't realize that laying on a woman and fucking the shit out of her is not very comfortable for the woman. Joe reached forwards with one hand and squeezed one of my tits and rolled the erect reddish nipple between his fingers. I love my tits being played with and especially now, with Joe doing the driving. I happened to see the time and it was almost eleven pm. Where did the evening go? It was a shock to say the least. I watched as Joe's hips swung in and out...driving his wonderful ten-inch pleasure spike into me. Then pulling it out just so far...then driving it back into my satisfied pussy. I was in ecstasy and I couldn't believe what I was missing this past year with Barry. Joe was a gentle lover and I had to wonder why he was still single. However, from what Joe said...he was sexually active. Why get married when you can have all the sex you wanted without the hang-ups of marriage? I watched as my big boobs jiggled back and forth, then swayed from side to side with each of his drives. Joe had a belly that belied his appearance. I guess his oversized tee shirts covered his man's belly, but on him it looked good. My Barry had a belly and then some. The best way to describe his is...Buddha like. Yep, just like a Buddha...belly button and all. Joe was getting spastic and I assumed he would cum at any moment...so I said franticly, "Joe...pull out...pull out...Joe...you're ready to climax. I'm not on birth control these days." He didn't pull out and I had to literally push him off me when he erupted, sending ribbons of milky cum all over my belly and pussy area. He wouldn't stop and I had to wonder how much was in him? Finally he stopped and I smiled as I rubbed his warm creamy ejection into my skin. My husband was good for one quick spurt...but oh my God...Joe was a regular cum machine. I was a gooey mess, but it was worth it to feel intimacy and love once again. We sat up and held one another and kissed. I said, "Thank you Joe...for loving me and thank you for always loving me. I know it was hard for you to stand by and watch Barry continually abuse me, but know this...I love you too and someday we'll be together...if you still want me." "Know this Jill...I'll wait as long as it takes and yes...I will always want you simply because I'm in love with you." I took Joe up to our master bathroom where we took a quick shower together and made love one last time in Barry's and my bed before going back down to the family room and getting dressed. Well, he got dressed and I threw on a short bathrobe, then I kissed him again and walked him to the front door and we said our goodnights and parted. After that, we never were alone in the same room together. After that, we never spoke directly to one another, but we knew that we had something special between us...a mutual love that spanned decades. A Glowing Ember Now, fast forwards to 2010...the present. After not seeing Joe for close to six years, since my husband's funeral, I accidentally crashed my shopping cart into his out in the parking lot of the local supermarket. At first I didn't recognize him because he looked so different...a little leaner, deeply tanned, shaved head, but still ruggedly handsome...like the Marlboro man. He knew me right off and said, "Hello Jill. Fancy crashing into you of all people." "Joe...Joe Carson? Is that really you?" "Guilty." I went over and gave him a big hug and said, "My God Joe...how long has it been?" "Six years I guess...Barry's funeral." "Yes, it was six years." "You're looking great Jill. Then again, you always did." "Thank you. But tell me Joe, why didn't you ever call me after Barry died?" "I don't know Jill...I wanted too, but I felt like I was horning in on Barry's memory." "I didn't know you felt that way." "Yeah, I did. I wanted to call you so many times, but always chickened out at the last moment. I just assumed that you probably were involved with someone and it wouldn't be right for me to butt in after all these years." "Well, after Barry passed away, I was dating off and on, but none of them were serious. I waited and waited for you to call me, but you never did...so I gave up and moved on with my life." "If I had only known." "Well, what's stopping you now?" "Okay, would you like to have dinner with me tonight? I know this quiet little Italian restaurant oozing buckets of charm. " "No restaurants. I'll fix you a dinner that'll blow your taste buds to hell and back. Um, you just show up at my house at 7 tonight." "Do you still live up on the hill?" "Yes I do...see you at 7?" Joe and I continued to talk while he loaded his groceries into the back of his jeep...the very same Jeep he had down at the camp ground so many years before. We said our goodbyes and parted company, but I still had my shopping to do. Suddenly I felt warm inside, like an old forgotten door was opening into my heart. It's funny, but I was thinking about Joe that very afternoon while I was at work. Something I saw or read about triggered my memory and Joe popped into my thoughts. I remember now, I was reading an article about cruise ships and I remembered how he and Barry talked about taking a canoe trip down the river. We were sitting at the bar down in the family room talking about this canoe trip. I just drank and listened, but I remember how knowledgeable Joe was about boats and ships. I was impressed and thought then he was wasting his talents doing grunt work as a printer. I finished my grocery shopping and went next door to the State Store and bought two bottles of wine...one white and the other red and a bottle of JD. I was set. It was going to be nice cooking for a man for a change and tonight I wouldn't be alone. My daughter Cindy was spending the summer at school working as a security guard until the fall session starts at the end of August. She'll be a senior this fall. Her biweekly paycheck really helped with her tuition. When I got home, it was a mad dash to take a shower and get myself ready for my date with Joe...then I'll throw together a quick dinner. I was a good cook and didn't see any problems unless something earth shattering happens...I'll be fine. At forty-five, I was aging gracefully and I was still somewhat lanky in build, but I did have a middle age phat ass and a 'gut' but so did everyone else my age. My breasts are still large, but they sag noticeable now...curse that gravity. My once long auburn hair is now cut short and a bottle colored shade of chestnut...that suits me...I like it. It was almost seven when I happened to look out my front bay window and saw Joe pull up to the curb and get out. I had to smile because he was dressed like a Lands End catalog, but so was I. I didn't want to over do my casual look, but yet, I wanted to look well dressed for Joe. I know I was being silly, but I wanted to impress Joe in the worst way. The doorbell rang and as I walked to the front door...I tucked, pulled my dress and shifted my boobs a bit trying to feel more comfortable. I opened the door with a smile and greeted him with a kiss, "Hello Joe...you're right on time..." The End