Mrs. jones - Sex Stories

Mrs. jones

I am not a writer so bust someone else's balls on style. The background story on my life is one long series of off the wall sexual encounters. I am sure most would envy the escapades I have enjoyed. I was fresh out of high school and healthy as they come. I was 6’1” tall and 175lbs. and ran several miles every day. I was at a friend’s house waiting for him to get back from wherever he went; we hung out together most of our free time. His dad was very successful, but his work caused him to travel quite a bit and even when he was home he worked long hours. Long story short, my friend’s mom was evidently feeling somewhat frustrated about his absence. When I had arrived at my friend’s home, his mom had answered the door and invited me in to wait. She had said he left to go see someone and should be back shortly. I noticed her speech was somewhat slurred and her movements more relaxed than usual. I found a spot on the couch and was staring at the TV when she came into the room and set down across from me with a glass of wine in her hand. Now understand this she was not a beautiful woman but for her late thirties she had an amazing body and she was very pleasant to look at. I had checked her out many a time over the past several years and often wondered just how hot she would be in the sack. And apparently now I was going to find out. “What is going on in your world today Mrs. Jones?” and Yes real name! “Not a damn thing!” she replied looking a bit sullen towards life over the rim ...

... of her glass. Now understand that Mrs. Jones never before had cursed in my presence. “Oh? Sorry about that.” I said a bit sheepishly, I liked her and had not meant to upset her. “It isn’t your fault. My husband called and said he was going to be held over2 more days and I had been looking forward to this evening.” She still had a hurt tone to her voice. But as I looked closer at her I realized she was not in a dress as I had assumed when she met me at the door but in a fancy bath robe and her hair was made up and she had on more makeup than usual. “I am sorry Mrs. Jones, was tonight something special? I don’t follow dates very well.’ I said to soften the dumb question. “Yes it was going to be! Today is mine and John’s 20th wedding anniversary. He sent flowers and called to say he would not be able to get back and he would make it up to me when he did.” She paused to take a large drink of her wine, “I don’t have a lot of hope for the, “make it up to me” part .” she finished turning towards me to make eye contact for emphasis to her statement. And in doing so she caught me checking out more than the TV show. I had been hungrily looking her over rather hard. Her satin robe seemed to cling to her body and was quite the sight. Her breasts were obviously not confined to a bra and her C-cups were still standing very nicely on their own. Her right leg was raised slightly higher than her left, she was resting her right foot upon her left calve and the robe was slightly open. I could ...