My wife divorced me after nine years of marriage. I wasted no time moving out. She kept the furniture; particularly the king-sized bed where she fucked every guy from the UPS driver to the termite inspector.

I answered an ad listing a guesthouse for rent. The owner was a good-looking sixty-year-old, maybe 6’ 2” and 195#. He suggested a tour.

As I gazed out the picture window overlooking the pond below, I felt his hands on my shoulders, his chest on my back and his hard cock pressing on my crack.

“You like it so far?” he asked.