After not hearing from Donna for over a month, I figured that was the end of it. We had our fun and Donna was back to her married life. I don't analyze these things much. We have our fun, take it for what it is, and move on. There will be someone else tomorrow. Then about the end of August I got a phone call. I recognized Donna's number immediately.
"Hi," she said. I could hear some tension in her voice, even with just one word.
"How are you??" I asked. "I wasn't sure I'd ever hear from you again."
"Well, some things have blown up here. Could I come down for a little while??"
"Sure," I answered. "How long do you need??"
"I'm not sure. Could be a week, could be several. Or longer. I'll fill you in when I get there."
"Sounds good. When will you be here??"
"I have to take care of some details up here, so probably tomorrow late in the day. I'll call you when I'm close."
"I'll be waiting, and I'll have your usual place ready. Just take your time, and get here safely. I'll see you tomorrow." I hung up and neatened up the house in anticipation of her arrival.
Donna called me the next afternoon, saying she would be down around 7. Sure enough, she was almost on the money, arriving about 7:05. I came out as she was getting out of her car. She came up and kissed me, then hugged me for a long time. I held her close; I could tell she was in some emotional distress and needed friendly arms to hold her. We finally released and went inside. She was wearing a button down denim dress that came to about mid thigh. I got her a glass of wine and had her sit in the recliner, while I sat across from her on the sofa. She told me how she and her husband had finally had a talk about what their retirement years were going to involve, and that she wanted him to take a more active role in their relationship, and to show more interest in some broader activities than just a fishing hole or tinkering with electronic gadgets. She felt she was not getting to share his time, which she had been looking forward to now that she had some time for other interests since she was retired. He was reluctant to do some of the things she wanted. She had made the comment that maybe she would find someone who was more willing to spend some time with her on such things.
"You didn't tell him about us, did you??" I asked anxiously.
"No, well, not directly. He said he didn't care if I and some lady friends wanted to see some of the places and things I wanted. I told him I might find a nice man who enjoyed them, since he didn't seem interested in me. He didn't like that, and we had a real knockdown, drag out, and he told me to get out if I thought I was going to do this with another guy. I thought about it a while, and decided maybe some time apart was not such a bad idea. So here I am. I don't know for how long."
I looked at Donna. "Stay as long as you need. Anything I can do to help you work through this, I will."
Donna smiled back. "Thanks. Even though we only spent a couple of frenzied weeks together, I feel you are a friend to me. I appreciate you taking me in on such short notice."
"It's no problem at all, in fact, I was missing you. There are not many people with whom I can do the things we did together," I said.
"You mean screw like crazy??" Donna said with a wink.
"Well, that-and I love you for it. But we can also go to a concert or a museum or some quirky road side attraction and have just as much fun at any of them."
Donna smiled. "Thanks. I was missing that about you too, not to mention how you let me have some, um, freedom, in certain areas. That was a part of myself I was never able to explore, and I'll be ever grateful to you for allowing me to let go and try things I never did before."
"I have to admit, I had fun with that too. If we're lucky in life, we are able to find someone who shares our fantasies. I got lucky this time around-looks like, so did you. Too bad it took so long for us to find each other."
Donna got up and came over to me, straddling me on the couch. "Yes, it's good we finally found each other. She kissed me, then opened a couple of buttons on my shirt, playing in the hair on my chest. She leaned back, and I could see her dress ride up. I could see she wore no panties under it. Her labia were slightly parted. In the shadow it looked like she was also wet, but I could not see well enough to tell for sure. She got back up and had me undo my shorts and pull them down. She then resumed her position, moving closer to my hardening cock this time. She took it in her left hand, which now had no rings on it, and stroked me.
"You're really serious about this separation, aren't you??" I asked, looking at her and taking her hand.
"Yes, I am," she said, a look of sadness in her eyes. "It's hard to give up on something you've spent a lifetime building, but it's also hard to keep moving forward when you're always being held back. So I'm going to see what some time away does for me. I'm grateful for you letting me do it here." Donna stroked me a few more times, then undid a couple of the buttons on the bottom of her dress. I looked at her now exposed pussy, noting it was quite wet.
"No panties??" I teased her. "We know what happens to girls who don't wear panties."
"It did," said Donna, as she lifted up over me and planted her blonde pussy on my cockhead. She slowly worked it around, playing it on her clit, then took me in. I felt my head spread her open, then go in all the way. I went in easily, as she was already quite wet, like she had a load of come in her already. "Though I had a pair on when I started this morning."
