Kasi’s Kouch

It’s funny how divorce affects people differently. I never paid much attention to whose marriage had gone tits up, until my wife of twenty-five years up and left me for a co-worker half her age. Now my ears perk up every time I hear that one of our friends has left their spouse. I wasn’t sure that I was ready to date, but I always kept an ear out. That’s how I heard about a young couple from church splitting up.

Kasi and Adam were a couple in their mid-thirties. They had three children—one was from when Adam was in college, and the other two were their own. I’d always thought that Kasi got a raw deal because her husband wouldn’t, or couldn’t, keep a job. Her parents owned the house they lived in, but she had to work to make ends meet. I remembered seeing her at a local store, and I suddenly felt the urge to buy something. I did need a new frying pan, and it wouldn’t hurt to bump into her.

I practiced acting surprised in my head as I pushed the cart through the store, but nothing I came up with felt natural. No one was in her lane when I got to the front of the store, so we talked for a few minutes. I acted surprised when she told me about her and Adam.  

“I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“I’m not. He wouldn’t keep a job, and then he stopped trying to find one. I felt like a single parent anyway. I told him to get a job or else. He chose the or else. How are you guys doing?”

“Pam left me for a co-worker half her age, but that’s my own drama. I don’t want to tie up your lane by talking, but maybe we could grab a coffee and talk some more.” Her face wrinkled up in a Yuk face. “What about margaritas? There’s a nice place around the corner.”

“Ooh. I love their house margaritas. Yeah, let’s do that.”

I handed her one of my business cards. “This way you won’t have to give me your number, and you can call if you want to get drinks. It was really nice seeing you again, Kasi.”

“I’m free tonight. Say six o’clock?” she blurted out.  

She went home to change after work and looked stunning in her red hair and bright blue sundress. I asked for a booth towards the back of the restaurant when it was our turn to be seated. I knew it was out of sight of the entrance and much quieter in that part of the restaurant, so we could hear each other without shouting over the music.

We shared and then laughed about our woes of marriages and divorces. Her smile took my breath away every time she laughed. I'd get lost in thought and would just look at her. "What?" she asked.

"You have a beautiful smile," I told her. Even in the dimly lit restaurant, I could see her blush.

"Oh, stop."

"I'm being serious. Your smile brightens up the room. It's a beautiful smile. You're beautiful."

"You're making me blush," she giggled. "Can I tell you something?" Her voice got quiet, like she was sharing a secret. "I've always loved your grey hair and handlebar mustache. It makes you look distinguished and wise. I even had a bit of a crush on you when we first started coming to church."

"That's got to be the alcohol talking."

The margaritas had made the conversation easy. We went through a pitcher and a half by closing time. Kasi was a bit unsteady when we got up to leave, and said she didn't think she could drive home.

"I'm having so much fun that I don't want the evening to end. I'd even go for coffee if we could keep talking." She said when I offered her a ride home.

"We could get this to go. They've been doing it since COVID. Wait. You've got the kids at home."

"They're with Adam. We got into a fight when he picked them up, and that's why I wanted to come out for drinks." Against my better judgment, we ordered a pitcher to go.

Kasi poured us another margarita when we got to her house, and we were talking on her couch when she abruptly leaned over and kissed me. She apologized immediately and started to cry. I knew she needed to feel wanted by anyone—even someone nearly twice her age.

I slipped off the couch and knelt in front of her. “Shh, shh," I said, hugging her face to my chest. “It’s okay that you kissed me. The truth is that I’ve wanted to do the same to you since you walked into the restaurant, but I’m just an old man.”

“You’re not that old.” Kasi looked up and kissed me again. “It’s been a long time. I’m so lonely.”

We’d both been drinking, and I didn’t want her to have regrets in the morning. I didn’t want to wreck my chances with her by going too fast, but I didn’t want to leave her feeling rejected either. I slid my hands up her thighs, telling her to let me help. She lifted her butt off the couch cushion so that I could remove her panties.  

I pulled her to the front edge of the seat, making her skirt slide up to her waist. Her crimson beaver came into view, inviting me to dine. She flinched and started to say something, but the words escaped her when I kissed her vulva. A satisfying moan of pleasure filled the air as I plowed my tongue through the delicate folds of her flower.

Kasi began to undulate her pelvis, gently humping my mouth as my tongue invaded her pussy. I looked up just as she pulled her breasts out of the top of the sundress, tweaking her nipples. Her perky breasts were topped with cone-shaped cherry-red areolas and glass-cutter nipples.

I slid a finger into her tight little orifice in search of her G-spot. She gasped loudly when my finger grazed it. I passed my finger over it from side to side while I sucked her on her clit, driving her toward orgasm. I pressed against her G-spot when I sensed that she was close. This pushed her over the precipice into full-blown climax.

Kasi grabbed the back of my head, wildly humping my face while she whimpered and groaned. “Oh. Um, Goshhh damn. I’m I’m.” Her words were unintelligible. She pushed my face away and clenched her legs together, writhing in ecstasy as waves of climax crashed through her.

I started to stand, but she grabbed me by the collar and lunged forward to kiss me. I kissed her back. Our tongues entwined in a long, torrid, lust-filled dance. “I want you,” she whispered when our lips finally parted.

I shook my head. “No, Kasi. As much as I want to, I don’t want you to have any regrets. We’ve both been drinking, so not tonight. I really enjoyed being with you tonight, and I don’t want to wreck anything by sleeping with you, but promise to call me.” I kissed her one last time and left.

Kasi called around noon the next day and asked if I could come over to talk. I was hoping she would call, but I was a little surprised she did so quickly. We sat at the kitchen table, presumably to avoid the trap of her couch.

She was nervous and sat with her fingers tightly interlocked, saying, “Last night. No one has ever done that to me. Adam was strictly a missionary man. We were spooning the last time that we were together. When he started to get frisky, his… you know, slipped into the back.” She pointed over her shoulder with her thumb. “His thingy was too short to reach the right hole. Anyway. It didn’t hurt, and well, it started to feel good, so I let him keep going. I started rubbing myself until I climaxed. When he finished, he had poo on his...”

“Cock.”

Kasi turned red. “Thank you. Adam said it was gay that I liked it enough to have an orgasm, and we got into a huge fight about it. That was eighteen months ago. He’s the only one that I’ve ever been with, so I don’t have any experience with other things. I called because I’d like to thank you for last night by trying to suck your…”

“Cock.”

“You’re pretty free with that word,” she giggled.

“You can say it. Penis, prick, pecker, dick, dangle, cock. I’ve been writing erotica online since my divorce,” I said as I opened the Lush Stories App and pulled up one of my stories for her to read.

“Oh, my. That’s very, um,” she fanned her face.

“Descriptive?”

“Arousing is a better word.”

“That doesn’t weird you out?”

“No, no. I'm I'm. I may need a cigarette. Seriously, I creamed my knickers. I’ve never given a BJ before, but after reading this I think I know how. Is there a lot of liquid? What does it taste like?” She snickered a bit when she asked.

“There can be a lot of cum, but it’s not like you’re going to drown in it. The flavor depends on the person. You can spit it into a towel if you don’t like it, or you can swallow it. It’s mostly glucose, so it’s healthy for you, and it’s vegan.”

Kasi asked if we should go to the bedroom, but said that I’d like to avoid the bedroom. “It’s too easy for things to go too far. The couch will work.”

“Too far? I’m about to suck your… cock.” Her face went as red as her hair.

We made out on the couch for a while before she got down to business. Kasi was a bit intimidated by the size of my cock when I dropped my pants, but I assured her that she’d be just fine. She tentatively took hold of my member, trying to size me up. She opened her mouth and put the tip in to see if it would fit.

“You don’t have to take it all the way in.” I sucked her finger into my mouth and slid my tongue up and down its length. “Rub your tongue here while you suck on it.” I pointed to a spot on the underside of my penis.

Kasi stuck my cock in her mouth and did like I said for a couple of seconds before looking up at me for approval.

“Just like that. Only take it in as far as you’re comfortable with. That way you won’t gag on it. I’ll warn you before I cum, so you can choose if I finish in your mouth.”

Kasi began to suck my cock in earnest. She hit all the right spots as her head bobbed up and down in my lap. She paused after a couple of minutes. “What’s sixty-nine? Is that when you do oral on each other at the same time?”

“That’s a bit advanced, but yes, it's when you do it at the same time. We can try it if you’d like.” In a flash, her top came off, followed by her pants.

Kasi’s hair glowed fiery red in the light that came through the window sheers. I pulled her close and kissed her breasts, and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth while I slipped her panties off. She wasn’t joking about creaming in them. The crotch was soaked through.

I got onto my back and instructed her to lie on top of me. “But how am I supposed to lick that spot from this angle?”

“You don’t in this position. You move your mouth up and down the length while you suck. Just suck on the tip and use your hand if it’s too big for you.”

Kasi positioned herself on top of me and cautiously took me into her mouth. I told her to go at her own pace and to let me know if she liked or didn’t like something. With the enthusiasm with which she went after my cock I thought that she’d been pulling my leg. Her mouth and hand were in perfect sync as she pleasured my penis.

She, too, was enjoying the tongue-lashing that I was giving her. Before long, we were moving as one. Each thrust and hump of our hips was mirrored by the other. Soon, we were both moaning in delight. I reached for her breasts, caressing and tweaking her nipples as I licked circles around her clit.

Whenever Kasi got close to climax, she’d move her mouth faster on my shaft as if willing me to come in unison with her. We were both closing in on the finish line when I blurted out that I was going to cum. Kasi’s moans told me she was in the same boat. She never lost rhythm, even when convulsed in climax. Kasi humped my mouth while I shot a steamy load of cum in her kisser. She gulped as fast as I could shoot, gobbling multiple spurts of cum like a champion.

Kasi sat stoically, contemplating something on the edge of her seat when we finished. “Please make love to me.”

She didn’t say fuck me. Didn’t say Have sex with me. She wanted me to make love to her. I could feel her need to be wanted. Desired.

“I will. I will. But not like this. What we just did was almost as dangerous as being in your bedroom. I want to do this right with you. I want to pursue you. Woo you. I want to be what you deserve. I can’t promise what we do will be remarkable, but I do want to make it as special for you as it is for me.”

“Okay, but can we keep doing this until then?” she asked like a kid who’d had their first bite of chocolate and craved more.

“I promise.” I kissed her.

“I have the kids for the next couple of weeks, but you can call me any time.”

Kasi couldn’t hold out that long, and she called me the next day to ask for the name of the website I'd shown her. She looked it up while we talked.

“Do I need to set up an account?”

“Only if you want to write or chat with people. I’d give you my login, but I’m writing about us,” I laughed. “I’m joking. I’m joking. I’m actually going to wait until after we.”

“Fuck?”

“Bet that’s the first time you’ve said that,” I chuckled.

“Yeah. But I’ve been thinking ever since you left the other day. What’s your name on here again?”

I told her where to find my stories, but warned her that some of my stories could be unsavory to certain people. “Stay away from the Incest Fantasy category. I can’t have kids, so I figured, what the heck.”

“Wow! There are a lot of those. Kissing Mom, Daddy’s Days. The Pastor’s Wife. Oh my god! This is about!”

“No. No, it’s not. I only used her name. The story has nothing to do with her.”

“Shh, I’m reading.” She started laughing a minute or two later. “You even have Martha the Mouth in here. That’s frickin awesome.”

“What are you doing?” I asked when I heard her breathing change.

“Reading.”

“Where is your hand?”

“Duh. Holding the phone.”

“Your other hand, silly.”

“It’s in my panties,” she giggled. “I might have to hang up, so you don’t hear me diddle myself. There’s a lot of butt stuff. Did you and Pam ever?”

“Yeah. She came too.”

“Can we try it? I mean, after we do it normal style first.”

“What’s normal? Missionary, doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl. Keep reading.”

“What video are you talking about in Kissing Mommy?”

I sent her the link and told her to watch it before she continued reading.

“Is it wrong that I’m so turned on right now?”

I asked her if she was really masturbating. She giggled again and said yes. After a short pause, she said she could get a babysitter so we could go out for dinner. I suggested she come over to my place so we could repeat our last encounter.

“No, I read Kissing Mom again, and I think I want to suck your cock in your car. Pick me up at six.”

We skipped dinner the next night and split an appetizer and a pitcher of margaritas instead. Kasi got a text while we were chatting. She said it was her ex, asking if he could have the kids this weekend because he had a hot date the following one. “What do you think? Should I let him have them? I could cook you dinner Friday night, and maybe you could spend the night.”

I suggested that she shouldn’t let him wreck her evening by responding now. “You mean you don’t want it to wreck your evening so that you can get a blowjob.”

“You caught me. But I know that you were looking forward to it as much as I  am.”

“You’re right. Let’s get out of here and find a place to park,” she said, flagging down our waitress.

There was a quiet little park that was close to Kasi’s house. I found a spot farthest from the streetlights, so no one would see what we were doing in the dark. Kasi had her tongue down my throat as soon as I turned the car off. We felt each other up while we made out.

I slipped my hand under her skirt and started to finger her pussy while nibbling her neck. “Lift your shirt,” I whispered in her ear.

Kasi did as I asked, allowing me to suckle on her nipple, as I taunted her twat. The tightness of her vagina fascinated me, making me think that what she said about Adam’s little dick was true. I couldn’t get enough of her, and from the passion in her kisses, I could tell she felt the same.

Kasi’s back stiffened as I brought her to climax. “I’m cummming,” she moaned.

“Yeah. That’s what I do,” I chuckled in her ear.

“Can I suck your cock now?” she asked, grabbing my cock through my pants.

Before I had a chance to pull my dick out, there was a tap on the window, then a beam of light. “Police Department,” the officer announced.

The car windows had fogged up, and we hadn’t noticed the cop car pull into the park.

“We had a report of kids smoking pot, but I can see that’s not the case.”

“Sorry, officer. We’re both going through a divorce and, well, we can’t do this at home,” I told him, handing him my license.

“There’s no need for that. I can see that you’re both consenting adults. Listen, the park closes at eleven, but the lower level of the downtown parking ramp has a bunch of burned-out bulbs. It’s nice and dark, and I won’t be down there till midnight.”

“Thank you for understanding, officer, but I think we’ll call it a night,” I said as he walked away.

We met a couple of times a week for over the next month. Sometimes we’d talk and hold hands. Other times we’d head to the parking garage as the cop had suggested.

Kasi introduced me to her kids, including Adam’s daughter, Emm, during this timeframe. Of course, that caused some friction between Kasi and her soon-to-be ex. Things got so heated that she asked me to install doorbell cameras at her front and back door. She also suspected Adam had been going in and spying on her.

I was finishing connecting the camera to her phone when Adam arrived. As usual, he was early so that he could berate her some more about our age difference. He started in on her as soon as he got out of his car.

“This is who Emma’s been telling me about. This is who’s been fucking my wife? This Grandpa?” he scoffed, waving his hand in my direction.

“Hey, needle dick!” Kasi blocked his path as he tried to move in on me. “This grandpa is fucking your ex-wife, better than you ever could.”

Incensed by Kasi’s dig at his manhood, he punched me in the lip. “That’s unfortunate,” Kasi said, pointing to the camera. “How’s that going to look when we have our custody hearing?”

Adam’s anger got the better of him, and he swung at Kasi. Emma came out to see what the commotion was about. “Dad! Don’t!” she yelled as I reached out, grabbing his hand out of midair.

I wrapped my arms around him, picked him up, and carried him to his car. “Adam, stop. Not in front of the kids,” I said as I pinned him to his car.

Officer Friendly happened to be driving by on his rounds and saw Adam punch me, and he turned his car around in time to see him take a swing at Kasi.
“Everything’s fine, Officer.”

“Let me guess. Child pick-up?”

The two other kids came out with their backpacks right after I released my hold on Adam. “They’re just leaving, Officer. We’re all a little emotional today.”

The cop told Kasi she could arrange child pickups and drop-offs through the courts after Adam drove away. “By the way. They fixed the light at the parking garage, and the city will be putting in cameras on that lower level. Apparently it’s become a make-out spot.”

“The cat’s out ot the bag now. I don’t think we’ll need it anymore.” Kasi said, taking my hand. “My couch will be just fine.”

She led me into the house and closed the curtains. She told me to take off my clothes as she too stripped naked. “After that display of strength and composure, I’m plenty wooed,” she said when I tried to object. “Kasi straddled his lap, kissing him passionately as she lowered herself onto his big, throbbing cock,” she narrated her movements. “Isn’t that how you’d write it?”

‘Uh huh. She began to undulate her pelvis, sliding his manhood in and out of her vagina,” I continued her train of thought as she came on my cock.

“I’ve read most of your stories, and there’s so much that I want to try. Then maybe we can write about it together. Now show me what reverse cowgirl is all about.”

Kasi stood and turned around as I explained how to do it. She then backed up and impaled herself on my penis. I told her to put her feet under her and move up and down. I squeezed her breast with one hand while I rubbed her clit with my other. “Ohh, Gaaawd,” she groaned. “I can see the appeal.” I continued to massage her clit, making her cum repeatedly until her legs gave out and she asked to change positions.

I buried my cock deep into her cunt and bent her over the arm of the couch, fucking her doggy-style. “You’re sooo fucking deep. More please. Fucking pound me,” Kasi growled through clenched teeth.

Hearing her vulgarity both shocked and aroused me. She was letting loose, telling me what she wanted and how she wanted it. I was eager to teach her. I pumped my cock into her with fervor, pounding her as she had asked. As my speed increased, so did the urge to cum. I had told her in previous conversations that I was sterile. I don’t know if she forgot, or if she was repeating a line from one of my stories when she cried out. “Dump a baby-maker in my mommy hole.” I couldn’t help but laugh when I started to fill her up with a steamy load of jizz.

Kasi cupped her hand over her pussy when I pulled out to keep our juices oozing out. She told me to come with her when she got up to go to the bathroom. “If you can manage, you could do me up the ass in the shower,” she said with a raised eyebrow. My little soldier was more than willing to oblige her.

Water cascaded over us as our hands roamed over each other’s bodies. “Be gentle. You’re bigger than Adam,” Kasi said as she turned to grab the safety bar. I put the tip of my cock into her vagina, coating it with our juices before attempting to slide it up her ass. She tensed briefly as the tip slipped into her anus, but relaxed as the rest of my cock followed.

I slid my hand to her crotch, and slipped two fingers into her pussy as my cock pistoned into her sphincter. “Ohh, god,” she moaned repeatedly as our bodies gyrated in unison. “OH! GOD!” she cried as her knees went weak in climax. I steadied her until I finished inside her a few strokes later.

I grabbed the bar of soap after we finished and washed Kasi’s body, paying special attention to the two holes that I’d just defiled. Later that night, we made slow, passionate love on Kasi’s couch.