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I’ve been divorced for over a decade. Left my annoying as fuck wife, moved to southern Oregon, and immersed myself into the local culture; a little redneck, a little hippie, a little woo-woo, a little folks-with-money-who-don’t-flaunt-it. Most of my friends fell into the first three categories, and many of those ladies satisfied my sexual urges without any hope of anything beyond that. I also made a few friends, all happily married couples, in the latter set. It’s a particular one of those couples this story is about.Rob and Patty are great people. Truly kind, somewhat generous, and willing to help a friend in need. They are at the cusp of their sixties, Rob’s just over, Patty’s just under. They are both children of the ‘60s, not flower children, but born and raised in California during that time. The past couple of years, Rob has been having problems with his back, but I didn’t understand the extent until recently. Patty is petite and still quite fine considering she has two grown boys.Part of my upcoming retirement plan is to buy a travel trailer, get rid of everything that won’t fit it, and hit the road, ostensibly for the rest of my life. Rob and Patty have already done that lifestyle (Patty tired of it quickly), and now have a travel trailer strictly for camping trips with their friends. Since learning of Ankara bayan escort my plans, they have repeatedly invited me over to look at theirs, Patty especially. I finally had a weekend free, so I took them up on their offer. I texted Patty and she said to come on over.When I arrived, I noticed their SUV wasn’t there. Rob was off doing something. Patty gave me a quick “hello friend” hug and headed to the trailer. It was set up just as it would be if they were at a campsite, so I could see it as it’s used. I looked around at everything, Patty opening cupboard doors and drawers to show it all off. The shower was way too small, which is a deal-killer for me, but it was great to see the things they’d learned about that lifestyle, “tricks of the trade” so to speak.When we moved back to the bedroom, I noted how tight everything was, like most travel trailers are. Patty replied to my comment with, “At least the mattress is comfy. Try it.” I did. It was. As I was sprawled out on my back. Patty lay down beside me, noting how well it accommodated two people for those nights I got lucky. Geez! That was totally unexpected. “Rob’s back problems make it uncomfortable, even painful, for him to do much in bed. Most nights he sleeps in his recliner. There are no positions we can be Escort bayan Ankara in that he can maintain for more than a few seconds and when it becomes painful…” and her finger made a drooping gesture. Before I could respond, she continued, “Rob and I have talked a lot about this, and we’ve come to the conclusion that what we need is a surrogate husband. Of all our friends, we’ve decided you are probably the best choice. We believe you’ll be discreet, I find you attractive, and Joanne has hinted that she’s been satisfied the times you two have been together.” Hmmm, so girls DO talk. Rolling onto my left side I said, “I don’t know what to say. I’m flattered.” “Don’t say anything,” she said looking up at me, “Just act.”“Rob’s gone for a while?” I asked.With a hint of frustration, she replied, “This is planned. I’ll text him when he can come home.”Damn! After another moment of letting it all sink in, I leaned over and kissed her. Lightly at first, then again, and again, and again. Her left hand caught the back of my neck, her lips parted, and her tongue snaked out to meet mine. With my right hand, I unbuttoned her blouse and pushed her bra up over her breasts. Her breathing had become heavy as her right hand freed itself from between us and began exploring my crotch. Her breasts Bayan escort Ankara were nicely shaped, somewhat firm, with large, rubbery nipples of a reddish-pink shade. As I pinched and rolled the left one in my fingers, her hand found and stroked my rising cock through my jeans.Her left hand moved to my chest and pushed me back. “Fuck, let’s get these things out of the way.” With that, she sat up and pulled off her blouse and bra. Then she went to work on her jeans as I followed suit and stripped, too. Then we were back in our original positions, her on her back, me on my left side up on my elbow looking at her. Damn, what a fine-looking woman! Her belly had little signs of the two pregnancies, breasts looked as good as they felt, a full but well-trimmed bush, slender and firm legs. So sad that Rob couldn’t care for her anymore, but good for me.I began massaging her belly and bent to suckle on her right nipple. Her right hand again found my cock, this time encircling and stroking it slowly; more of a caress than anything. Lower my hand went until it was at the convergence of her legs which were still together. I reached down to her knee, hooked it and pulled out, capturing it between my legs. Her hand tightened slightly on my cock. Then I nudged her left knee, which moved out the other way. That opened her crotch nicely. Massaging up her inner thigh from her knee, I paused just before touching her bush, then proceeded up over the top of her slit and down her right inner thigh to the knee. That brought a groan of frustration from her as she tugged strongly on my cock and rocked her head from side to side.
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