My daughter had recently left home and moved into a flat with her boyfriend. I now found myself on my own rattling around in a fairly large three bedroom house. My wife had died young and I had devoted all my time to raising my daughter and working. Whilst I still worked part time as a consultant I had far too much time to myself. Then my daughter visited with her boyfriend. He had something he wanted to ask me. So over a brandy we sat talking. His mother's best friend had lost her husband and was in the throws of down sizing to a smaller property when it went all wrong and although the sale of her house was going through ok, the house she was buying fell through. In two weeks time she would be homeless and couldn't find somewhere to stay until she got somewhere else. So he was asking could I accommodate her for a month or so. Peter arranged for me to meet Jill and talk it through. I met her at the home she was selling and she told me that the sale of her new home was delayed by a month or so while the builders did some essential repairs and fitted new kitchen and bathroom and did some extra wiring. She was a good looking woman and very pleasant, about my own age in her early fifties. She explained that after the building work she would have little money left, but offered me to pay a small fee plus her keep If I would let her stay with me. She had been hunting for a flat or something but they all wanted large deposits and long term lets, which obviously she didn't want or need. I liked Jill and her honesty. I was also lonely in my house and thought the company would be nice and agreed that she could move in. In fact two days later I was helping move her belongings that she needed with her into one of my spare rooms. Also to cut down on renting storage I moved some of her furniture into my garage. Jill fitted in well and took over the housework and cooking saying it was a thank you for helping her out. She had been with me for almost two weeks when I suggested that we went out for dinner. What I hadn't told her it was my birthday. We had a great meal and on our return home my daughter and boyfriend was there bearing gifts for my birthday. They also had a cake and we sat talking and eating the cake. After they had gone Jill went up to her room and shortly I went to mine. I could hear Jill sobbing and not for the first time. I decided to find out if she was ok and knocked on her door. She came to the door in a nighty with a dressing gown over it. I asked if she was ok and she burst into tears. I put my arm around her and tried to comfort her. We ended up back in the lounge where over brandies she blurted out that my birthday had triggered the fact that it was almost a year since her husband had died. She was lonely missed the closeness she had with her husband. She was still a little weepy as she confessed that the move to her new house was not what she had wanted or dreamed of, but money and necessity had forced it on her. We were now both onto our second brandies when she blurted out that she also missed sex with her husband. I was a little take back at her confession. Then she said that she had a wonderful sex life and went on to say that she and her husband had been into swinging with others, but obviously she wasn't able to swap now she was single and old was how she put it. I told her that she wasn't old and any man would fancy her as she was still a very good looking woman. Before I knew it we were kissing. It was probably fifteen years since I had kissed a woman like that. The warmth coming from Jill combined with her smell was intoxicating and it wasn't long before we were pawing at each others bodies and our nightwear was on the floor. Then suddenly Jill stopped kissing me and moved away. I wondered what was wrong, was it guilt for her husband or something. I needn't have worried as she calmly took my hand and led me upstairs to her room. I couldn't remember the last time that I had sex or even had an erection and started to wonder if I could still perform. Jill soon answered that for me as she went down on me and sucked my cock into her mouth, something my wife would never do. I was hard in no time. She moved around so that I had full access to her fanny that was just inches from my face. Strange my wife would never suck me but she loved me sucking her. I knew exactly what Jill wanted as my tongue slipped up and down her crack and teased her lips apart to expose her clitoris. Jill groaned loudly as I sucked her clit into my mouth and ran my tongue all over and around it. Then I was soaked by a gush of her juices as she came. For a few moments she had stopped sucking my cock and it had slipped from her mouth. As soon as she was back in control of herself she sucked my cock back into her mouth with a renewed effort. I warned her that I was close to coming. Jill didn't miss a stroke or suck as she took me head long into my first orgasm for years and I released all my pent up frustrations along with a huge amount of cum. Jill swallowed what she could and the rest went on her face and in her hair. As we parted I wondered what would happen next. Jill reached for some tissues to wipe her face and as she saw herself in the dressing table mirror she burst into laughter. As she turned back to me she said happy birthday as she started to wipe my cum off her face and hair. Then when she was cleaned up she pulled the duvet over us and snuggled up to me. We lay talking about what had happened and she told me that she had needed some sex and that I was very good. I had only ever been with my wife and told Jill and that it was fifteen years since she had died. Jill remarked that it wont be fifteen years before the next time as her hand started to stroke my cock back to life. As soon as my cock was hard enough, Jill straddled my body and penetrated herself with my cock. She rode us to another great orgasm. Shortly afterwards we fell asleep. Next morning I was a little worried how things would be between Jill and I as I slipped out of bed leaving her still sleeping. A while later she came into the kitchen where I was sat eating breakfast. I poured her some tea and made her some toast as she sat watching me get her breakfast. We hadn't spoke of the previous night as we finished breakfast. Then as we cleared up she said, "I hope you enjoyed your birthday." I told her it was the best one for a very long time and that I had enjoyed being with her for the night. Jill took the plate out of my hands and kissed me and pulled me close to her. My arms wrapped around her as I returned the kiss with my tongue in her mouth. It wasn't long before we were back in bed. Jill never did leave and move into her new house, instead she sold it and moved into my bedroom. Later she introduced me to her swinging friends, but that's for another time if you want.