Wendy and my daughter became great friends at a Catholic girls high school. They had a tight group of 5 friends. They were such good friends they anticipated what each other was going to say and giggled. Things like that.
Due to their friendship us parents started a dinner group.
After the girls graduated from high school they remained close friends and the parents' dinner group continued.
After high school Wendy became a hugger. Due to seeing everyone few times whenever we met, she gave me a bear hug. I responded in kind. She did the same to the other dads, it seemed more so with me. There was nothing sexual about it. That was Wendy.
She would come to our house when school was out for holidays and the summer. She and my daughter and the other friends went out together frequently. They met at our house. Our home was close to the metropolitan area young people bar district.
When the girls were in college my wife contracted cancer. She fought it for 2 years prior to passing. The first two times Wendy came to my house after my wife Rae passed she gave me a bear hug and burst into tears. Still there was nothing sexual about the hugs.
One summer evening my daughter and her high school friends were going Uber to the bar district around 7:00 PM. The girls played it smart. They met at my house and Ubered to the bars. After a night on the town they Ubered back to my house to get their cars and go home or crash at my place. Wendy was going to be late due to her father's birthday party. She was going to show up at my place and I would take her to the bar district.
I planned on spending a quiet night at home alone waiting Wendy's arrival. I wanted look good. I was wearing a medium blue knit shirt, khaki shorts and topsiders.
At 8:30 the doorbell rang.
I opened the door. There was Wendy.
Instead of coming in and giving me a bear hug Wendy paused, tilted her head down a bit and beamed a big smile.
She looked great. Her wavy shoulder length black hair was pulled back in a ponytail.
Her medium red spaghetti strap dress looked snug on her body. The dress gave her 34B boobs moderate cleavage. The dress stopped 2 inches above her knees. Her legs were toned. She was a runner and soccer player in high school. Wendy remained in shape.
Then she entered the house and began her hug routine. "Hi Mr. Moore." And she gave me a bear hug. I responded in kind.
After hugging the usual amount of time Wendy pulled her head back. She moved it 2 inches forward. Wendy paused. She moved her head 2 inches further. She paused.
Wendy pursed her lips and moved them towards mine.
I took the initiative and gave her a lip lock.
My cock got hard. Her body pressed against mine. Wendy twitched. She felt my erection.
Her right hand slid the left shoulder strap down her left arm. Wendy's left hand did the same to the other strap.
I pulled my head back. "Before we go any further we need to talk."
She nodded.
My right hand grabbed her left. I led her to the living room sofa. She sat down. I sat on a chair next to the sofa.
"Wendy, we are playing with fire. If your friends find out about what I think is going to happen they will drop you. If the parent group finds out I will be tossed out of the only social group I have going. I do not know how my daughter will respond. But it will be horrible for you and me."
"Mr. Moore, I know."
I interrupted. "Call me Mike."
"Mike, I know. I want you so bad. I appreciate how you have always talked to me like an adult. You always treated your late wife and daughter great. When Rae passed I wanted to comfort you in the worst way! You've held up so well since Rae passed. I just want you!"
"Wendy, let's talk about some rules if this thing happens. Don't fall in love with me. You are young. You have your whole life in front of you. I'm not and don't. We have to do this on the sly. No one must find out. If one of us is in a dating relationship, we stop. Period. No one knows about us but us. We communicate by landline only. That way there is no communication trail. Ok? Understand?"