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I would like to relate an odd but pleasant incident that happened to me a few years ago. There is of course a lovely lady involved. That is the best part of the story.
I met Joyce a few years before this happened and was immediately in lust with her. She was a chunky, beautiful woman. To those of you who don't love big girl's thank you, that leaves them to guys like me. There was something about her that absolutely turned me on. I guess it was her smile and impish attitude and her lush chunky body that screamed sex is what got to me. She wasn't quite a BBW but very close. Strangely, her attitude toward me at first was reserved for some reason.
Joy's husband James was a good friend and coworker. Messing with a married woman is a good way to wake up in the morning with a bullet hole in your forehead. However, I digress.
Joyce was two years younger than I was and her husband the same age. When James died from a heart attack, it was a total shock. Luckily or from good management, their house was paid off and both of their sons were plebes in armed forces Military Academies. James's life insurance picked up all the incidentals with a fat sum left over.
Shortly after that, my wife and I split. It turned out she was fucking the owners of the business where she worked and several other guys for the fun of it I suppose. She had always been a cock hound. I didn't realize how big a one she was.
Surprisingly the whole thing was amicable; Olivia got the house in the suburbs, the larger one of the two we owned. I got the slightly smaller one just outside of town, and the five acres around it. Her boy friend and his brother both must've been giving her lots of big meat. She liked big ones. I'm not bragging mind you but she liked mine.
She was happy enough to let me have the lion's share of the bank account. Her boy friends were much better off than I was. They were shooting porn moves on the sly or so I heard. Olivia was reputed to be one of the stars. I can only imagine how much bread that brings in per film. I think that's why they were decent about the whole thing.
James's death and my divorce were with in three months of each other. During this time, my lust for Joyce was turning into love as well. The way things were I put my feelings away in the deep recesses of my mind. I was reminded of my feelings by Joyce in a most peculiar fashion.
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The city owned considerable acreage right next to my place. A large section of it was converted to jogging and hiking trails. One of their hiking trails ran close to my back fence. I took advantage of that two or thee time a week I would take a couple of mile hike to a fishing pond I was fond of, usually just for the walk, the fish could wait. The trails wandered through several tight stands of oaks and pines. I found that there were several clearings hidden in the thickets. A few couples had also found them. That was evident by the used condoms and empty wrappers littering the clearings.
One day Saturday after lunch, I was walking along a trail near my house when I saw Joyce sitting on a bench resting. Deep in thought, she apparently didn't see me when I came up to her.
"Dogs barking," I asked stopping next to her.
She gave a little squeak and jumped up as if to run. "Oh, it's you Alex." She gasped, her face flushed. "I thought you might be the rapist who has been lurking around this area.
"Just little old me." I said thinking her remark was a little odd. "They caught that bastard two days ago. It was in the paper yesterday."
"Thank you Alex" She said leaning against me panting a little. Her lustrous brown hair tickled my nose. "You frightened me so much I thought I was going to jump out of my clothes."
"Oh I wish." I thought.
Joyce smelled of female sweat and perfume, it was an intoxicating mixture. What she was wearing didn't help any. A flimsy tank top with spaghetti straps that did nothing to hid her lacy bra. Her tight walking shorts showing her other assets to perfection. Then I noted she had made some changes to her appearance as well. No wedding band, rings festooned some of her fingers. Her nails were panted a glossy pink and had designs on them. Her lips were colored with the same shade of pink. The eye shadow cried with the rest of her new accouterments, they shouted 'fuck me'. Or was that just my wish?
"When did you start using the trials out here?" I asked.
"A few days ago. The house is so empty." She sniffed. "After work sometimes I can't stand it being there alone. I had to do something before I went crazy. Then I remembered the walking trails by your place." Joy said. Batting her baby blues at me.
"I can understand that." I remarked, thinking how nice it would be the get her in my bed. "Why didn't you stop by the house? I'd buy you a cup of coffee."
"I thought of that. I didn't want to intrude with your divorce and all." Joyce paused for a few seconds looking both ways up and down the trail. Nobody was in sight. She looked at me with a strange look in her eyes. Then she pressed her tits against my chest and started rubbing my crotch. "Please don't take me in brush and make me take my clothes off." She said rubbing my crotch looking me straight in the eye.
Needless to say, it startled me. My pulse went up just a tad.
I reached down cupped her soft ass and pulled her lush body tighter to me. "Which way don't you want to go?" I asked surmising what was going on, that was still a guess. I was determined to play along. If she had in mind, what I hoped, I was in for the kill.
I think she was a little surprised at the size of my root as she rubbed my stiffing cock.