Writers Note:
I struggled with which category would be best for this story. Do I use BDSM, Erotic Couplings, Mature, Loving Wives or Romance? This story has a little bit of each of those themes in it. I finally chose Loving Wives even though it will probably open up a flood of negative hate comments. But I wanted to post in one of the most read categories.
Why, because I am looking for an editor, preferably a female so I can get a female opinion. Even though I have tried many contacts through the editor program I have had no response. I joined the chat room one day to say I was looking for an editor and it did result in a fellow female writer saying she would look. I even sent her a copy of the story half done. But the ghostwriter got ghosted. So I changed the direction of the story.
So comment away, and if you're interested in helping me edit my stories or even want to suggest some input, please shoot me a note. Btw, for those of you following my Japan stories, this is just a short break.
***
"You're making this difficult to concentrate," I groaned.
I heard a low giggle but the sound quickly changed to a gulping sloppy gurgling noise.
The fact is it is hard to concentrate on driving down a winding hill pulling a travel trailer while your friend with benefits has her head in your lap her head bouncing up and down on your cock. Especially when you realize she asked you to wear your comfortable loose shorts so she could slip her hand up the pant legs and fondle your balls while she sucked you off.
"Dammmmm," I exclaimed. My balls tightened up as Beth squeezed them gently. Then came the big surprise. Beth swallowed me fully. It was the first time she ever did that.
I almost lost control of the truck.
The feeling of my cock surrounded by her hot wet soft mouth contrasted with the suction she was applying. I came. I came hard spurting my load straight down her throat. Beth kept sucking and fondling my balls until she finally had to pull back to breathe.
As her head came off my sticky cock I heard the angry sound of a honking horn from the driver in the oncoming lane which I was starting to drift into. I corrected course and Beth grabbed my waist to stabilize herself due to my sharp course correction.
Did I mention sharp course corrections are not recommended when you're pulling a trailer?
Probably not. You're most likely wondering how I got to this lucky position. How did a fifty-four year old man end up with a thirty-nine year old woman like Beth Sawyer as a friend with benefits?
While it's a bit of a story so sit back relax and I will tell you.
I'm kind of an outdoors guy. No, I'm not the Marlboro Man. I'm not that tall or lean, definitely older, and still in great shape for an older man. My hair is a cross between dirty blonde and gray. Think salt and pepper with blonde instead of black. I'm told it's a distinguished look.
When I say outdoors I mean I like to camp, backcountry style. I'm most relaxed in a canoe thirty miles from anybody or any road sitting by a campfire on the edge of a northern lake. Though I must admit as I've aged my style of camping has changed to a more comfortable style. Hence the trailer I was pulling.
Often my only companion on my early trips was my dog. I grew up with a sporting breed, a Golden Retriever. He helped introduce me to my wife. I introduced her to camping. Life was great.
Sharon and I eventually married, had kids and continued camping. Life continued to be great until she hit her forties and her sex drive dried up. I tried everything. Romantic nights, sexy settings, and talking to her about my frustrations. You see, the only thing I like better than camping is sex. You could say I am over-sexed.
We did the counseling thing. She spoke to our doctor. Nothing worked. We argued, I begged. At one point I thought she was cheating. How could anybody have such a low sex drive? The private investigator I hired told me I was one of the lucky ones. She was not cheating on me. It appeared that she just had no interest. No drive. Our doctor said that was very common. Her councillor ( I had stopped going) agreed.
I learned to masturbate and watched porn a lot.
When I reached fifty-three years old I decided to retire. I wanted to travel. Money was not an issue. I had done well in my career, but my wife liked working and decided she would not retire yet. She worked part-time. We got a new puppy, a Golden named Buster. His energy level surprised me. He needed several long walks a day. I decided he would become my old age health care plan. My wife agreed and we walked him twice a day. Well, I walked him alone on the days she worked.
That is when I first saw Beth.
Buster and I were walking early evening around town. Beth was jogging. Well, she was trying to jog. She would walk fast a short distance, then try to jog before she had to slow down to regain her breath.
I had a good view of Beth as she struggled to run. Watching her I was struck by two thoughts.
First, this was a woman who needed to exercise. She had what you could call thunder thighs, a large belly, and jiggly fat pretty much everywhere. It was sad for such a young woman. Especially since she had a pretty cute face.
My second thought was more generous. Good for her, she is trying hard to do something about it. The last I saw of her was her short bottle-dyed blonde hair as she struggled around a corner.
I take many different paths when I walk Buster around town. My house was closer to the centre of the town and I had been walking closer to estate homes near the woods on the edge of town. It was almost two weeks before I saw Beth running again. I smiled to myself as I watched her pass. She still struggled but not as much. And she had switched from the baggy shorts she had first worn to baggy sweatpants.
Over the next two months, I would see Beth once or twice a week. She was definitely losing weight and was able to run further and faster. I would now see her closer to the centre of town. She even noticed Buster and would smile at him as she ran past.
Mid-summer came and the hot weather had Beth wearing proper running pants. She no longer struggled with her run and often flew by us in seconds. Her weight loss was noticeable and though she still had her thunder thighs the belly was much smaller most of the jiggling was gone.
Time passed and one early cool August morning before the summer heat of the day began I saw Beth approaching in the distance. Buster had stopped to smell a pole. Hey, that's what dogs do. We often nodded or acknowledged each other now as she passed but had never talked. Before she could pass I raised a hand.
Startled Beth slowed and began jogging on the spot in front of me. I smiled at her and told her I had just wanted to congratulate her. Her efforts to get in shape were working and the effects were noticeable. I told her she looked great and encouraged her to keep it up then before she could reply Buster and I moved on. I looked back over my shoulder briefly and saw Beth had stopped jogging and was staring at us with a shocked look on her face.
The next time we passed Beth waved and said hi. That became the norm. Buster and I walked, she jogged and we both said hi.
In late September Beth started wearing tighter long jogging pants. Her thunder thighs were now lean and her body had little to no fat. Her hair was also growing longer. Then she stopped appearing on our walks.
It was early spring the next year when she reappeared. Buster barked at her and wagged his tail as she ran past. She smiled at me waved and said hi as she ran past. I turned and watched as she rapidly disappeared behind us. I'm sure my jaw must have been dragging the ground as my mouth dropped open. It was Beth alright but this woman's body was totally hot. Lean well shaped legs, tight firm breasts held in a runner's bra and no fat anywhere. She still had the dyed blonde hair but it was now long and pulled back in a ponytail. She wore aviator style golden brown sunglasses that framed a classically shaped face that could have been seen in any woman's fashion magazine. Hot did not begin to describe this woman.
As she disappeared in the distance I had two thoughts. The first was very weird. I was proud of this woman who I really did not know. She had gone from a frumpy overweight out of shape woman to a hot beautiful mature woman who I wished had jogged by in a small bikini. Ok, the bikini part was a stretch. I really wished she was a naked. My second thought was I needed to wear tighter boxer shorts. My cock felt like was almost touching my knee and anybody who walked by would be able to see my hard-on.
Life goes on and we passed each other frequently saying hi but never stopping until one day in late June Buster and I found Beth sitting on a bench in a more secluded park of the town's park. Her head was down, her hands were covering her face and she was sobbing. Crying loudly actually.
Buster pulled himself from my grip, ran towards her and sat directly in front of Beth. I sat down beside her but she did not even look up.
"Are you alright? Can I help at all? Get you anything?"
She finally looked up and recognized me but did not speak.
It was then I realized I did not even know her name. So I introduced myself. My name is Jack. Jack Reilly. I asked about her name. She finally spoke and told me her name was Beth Summers.
I put my hand on her back to comfort her just as Buster jumped up front paws on her lap and started licking her face. While I tried to quickly pull an unwilling Buster back Beth just started to laugh and hugged Buster as he licked her tears off her face.
I asked her if she wanted to talk and maybe join us for a coffee. Turns out she hates coffee, just like me, and was a tea drinker, just like me. And that was how we formally met.
Beth, it turned out was married, for almost twelve years now, to a man who was almost ten years older than her but still younger than I. They had no children but she loved him dearly.
