A few years had passed since my encounter with Delta. She and Keith had reconciled, and she’d moved back in with him. I confess, I was a bit surprised by that and wondered how long it would be before she bolted again. I could still see her sitting there across the table from me in the Thai restaurant saying, out of the blue, “Keith’s a sex addict,” and later how she shuddered when she said, “I can’t stand the thought of being in his bedroom.” She’d described some things he had initiated which were kinky, even by my reckoning. That evening she’d opted to spend the night in my spare bedroom rather than go back to his place. That led to some amazing sex on the spare bedroom airbed. The next day she went back to New England to be with her son and grandson.

She and Keith had invited me over, I believe to pick my brain about full-time RV living. Delta’s a fabulous cook, as well as having an amazing body, so I eagerly accepted. Keith, other than his excessive drinking and what Delta had told me about him, seemed to be a pretty okay guy. We always got along, so I’ve never had any qualms about visiting them.

As I expected, she was wearing tight jeans which alluringly displayed the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen on any woman of any age. That ass is what I first noticed about her years ago during a meditation group I attended. Her full breasts, however, were disappointingly hidden under a heavy wool sweater. They certainly felt great against my chest when we hugged, though, and I was instantly transported back to that night when they were naked and bouncing as I pounded my dick into her sopping woman’s well. No, no, they can’t take that away from me.

They had other friends over, as well, and we all had a wonderful dinner of Delta’s delicious chicken pot pie followed by one guest’s chocolate cake, which was more like a large brownie and a fabulous end to the meal. Then we all sat around a small bonfire in the backyard for an hour, or so, before the guests left. I stuck around because I had a feeling that they wanted to get more into the discussion on RV living than was possible with the others there.

As the three of us sat around the fire in the rapid cooling that occurs after the sun drops behind the mountain, the conversation moved into dressing warmly. They told me about Moreno wool, which I’d never heard of. Delta came over and pulled the sleeve of her undershirt down for me to feel. Oh, nice! It felt so soft and inviting that, without thinking, I commented, “I could crawl right up in there.” Oh, shit. I quickly glanced at Keith, but he was laughing, so I figured I’d not given any offense. Delta, after a few moments, caught what I’d said and with a “shame on you, you devil” surprised smile on her face she lightly swatted me on the shoulder.

Later we settled into the living room, Keith started a fire in the woodstove, and we talked about my upcoming retirement plans and their thoughts on eventually hitting the road themselves. I shared all the things I’d learned in the past couple of years of preparations, then realized how late it was. “Oh, geez, it’s almost nine o’clock. I should get going,” I said as I stood.

Delta and Keith looked at each other, then Delta stood and said, “You’re welcome to stay.” WTF? I saw Keith sitting there with a smile on his face, much like the one he had when I made the comment about crawling up into her sleeve. WTF? No way. She walked over to me, placed her hands on my arms and gently stroked them. “We’d like that.” Oh, shit.

I’ve been in group sex gatherings long ago, in my twenties, with my first wife, so I was used to that. What was bothering me was what she’d told me about Keith’s, um, preferences with her in bed. He had some odd desires which made me think he might go both ways. I do not. That’s okay for anyone who wants to, but not for me. Do it right next to me, but do not involve me. I had visions of me fucking Delta while Keith tried to fuck me. Nope, not happening.