Walt stared at Imsook in disbelief, a smile dancing at his lips. He didn't want to look like a fool, but there was no mistaking what the young woman had said despite her Korean accent. 

"But don't I disgust you?" Walt said. 

"Why would you?" Imsook said, looking around to make sure the house was empty. She'd timed her visit so they would be alone. 

"Because I could be your father. Hell, in some familes I could be your grandfather," Walt said. "And I'm overweight. Slightly." 

She laughed. "Don't be so hard on yourself. I find you very nice. And sexy." 

"Sexy," he said. "That's what I thought you said."  

He looked at her through his thick glasses. It was like a wet dream come true. Imsook had knocked unexpectedly at the door at 2 p.m., just as his wife, Rudy, left, and he greeted her in the same father-daughter fashion as he did all their former Rotary students. Her shoulders were bare, her top wrapping around her chest, leaving a slip of skin between her skirt strap and the shirt. As he hugged her hello she turned her face and kissed him on the mouth. He thought it was a mistake at first, but then he saw her blushing. 

Now Walt, at 68, was not exactly at his sexual peak but he still was seized from time to time with rather naughty thoughts, mostly having to do with their Rotary students. He'd watched Rudy piddle away their lives with one useless project after another but she made a good choice joining Rotary because it ushered into their house a bevy of Asian women, most of whom regarded him as nothing but a harmless teddy bear and never suspected that when he snapped photos of them he printed doubles. He took a pair of scissors to his copy and snipped Rudy out of the picture and used their image for whipping his typically flaccid penis to attention. Yes, sir. He had the yellow fever.

And Imsook was one of the all-time greats. During her two years in Rotary, and her frequent visits to the house, his wife would comment on Walt's invigorated sex drive. Once she half-jokingly suggested it was the result of having Imsook around, as she was a knockout by any standards, but he managed to put that suspicion to rest by laughing scornfully at the idea, and calling it preposterous.

"Why in the world would I depress myself with thoughts of women like that?" He'd say. 

And it was preposterous, which is why he was so stunned now. Imsook was alone, without her husband. Rudy was on some other damn project or another, expecting him to catch up with her later. He looked so bewildered that Imsook laughed and came in for another kiss. She blushed deep red.  

"That's just so you know the first one wasn't by accident," she said. 

"I have to sit down," he said. "That's a lot of kissing." They went to the living room. She sat next to him, put her hand on his knee and told him she'd come to see him. 

"I don't understand," Walt said. "What do you want?" 

"You're not treated right," Imsook said. "I don't think you get enough respect." 

Walt sighed. "Tell me about it," he said. "After everything I do... Anyway, your sympathy is noted. I am forever grateful. Now you can stop pretending you're attracted to me. This is a little silly." 

"I'm not done yet," she said. 

"What? Really? What in hell else do you have in mind?" 

"I want you to bring me upstairs. To your bed." 

"Imsook," he said. "You're not serious." 

"Of course I am. You know I don't joke around. I want to make your dreams come true." 

"What can an old man like me do for you? This is a joke. Your husband. Come on. I'm not falling for it." 

"It is not a joke," Imsook said, rubbing his knee. "I've got some Viagra in my purse." 

"This is insane." 

"Whatever," she said. "Are you going to come up with me? Or am I going to just sit up there and read magazines in the nude all afternoon?" 

"I--I don't--is this for real?" 

She kissed him again, got up, and padded up the stairs, her dynamite ass swaying gently. She stopped halfway up and looked down. 

"Viagra's on the kitchen table," she said. "See you soon, I hope." 

She disappeared upstairs. He could hear her walk to the bedroom. The floor creaked distinctly and he knew she'd gotten into their bed. Walt sat there for a minute, waiting for the joke to be sprung. When nothing happened, he walked to the kitchen. There was the Viagra. He picked it up and read the directions. He went for a glass of water. 

Imsook sat on the bed flipping through a Midwestern Living magazine. Suddenly she heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and she set the magazine aside. Walt stopped at the top of the steps, looked at her, and came into the room. He closed the door behind him. 

"I'm still not sure this isn't a joke," he said. "But for my sake I figure I better act like it isn't. Rudy, if you're taping this or whatever, or the bloopers crew is about to leap out of the closet, well, I guess I'm in trouble. But what do I have to lose?" 

She laughed. "We're all alone. Did you find the Viagra?" 

"I found it," he said. 

She smiled and tossed aside the magazine. He undressed methodically.She watched with an alluring half-smile, then, as he watched, she undressed to her underwear on the bed. Walt climbed on the bed, naked except for his glasses, and as he leaned over her she took them off with a giggle. Then he fumbled around her back until he found her bra clasp. Undid it. Took off the bra, and then his coarse fingers found her panty strap and yanked it down her legs. 

"You are a beautiful girl," he said, looking at her Asian body. "My goodness, it's been so long." 

She reached between his legs to the sleeping giant. She rubbed and rubbed. They kissed as she did. 
Slowly she began to feel some life come into his member. 

"Just takes some time," he said. "But this stuff is having its effect." In a moment he saw his cock extending past where it hadn't been for years. His 24 year-old girlfriend leaned back on the bed.

"Be gentle," she said. 

"I will be," Walt said, and he parted her legs slightly. She thought of him making toast in the morning, slow and deliberate. Not a wasted motion. This was the same way, at least in spirit. He put a pillow behind the small of her back. Drew back the sheets. Kissed one nipple, then the other. She gave his penis a pull. It extended past her palm and wrist, to a spot partway up her forearm. 

Then, with a long breath, he rubbed her cheek, kissed her, moved over her, and let his weight down toward her slowly. Her legs splayed out on either side of him. He rested his penis on top of her midsection. He was careful not to put too much weight on her; he supported himself with his thick arms. 

"Let me do the work for now," she whispered to him. He felt her legs crawl up his sides and she arched her hips up into him, and grabbed his penis in her hand. She arched and slid, arched and slid, ground into him, until finally he felt his penis gain hold and start to inch inside her tight pussy. 

"Oh Imsook," he moaned. "It's nice. I haven't felt this in years." 

She thrust her hips into him, feeling his penis swelling inside her. She worked to keep it inside her.  It was pleasant. In the excitement he began to move, too, in slow, gentle, wave-like moves, and she worked their angles so that his swollen cock began to send bolts up pleasure through her hips and up her spine. She moaned and clenched him. 

"I like it," she said. 

"It's sympathy sex," he said, not stopping, grinding his hips slowly into hers. 

"But it's good," she said, arching into him. "So gentle, and unexpected." 

"Unexpected," he said, feeling his cock coming alive again. "Yes, Imsook. Yes." 

The bed began to creak. The dog, his wife's pride and joy, came in and tilted his head. 

"Get out, fur ball," Walt commanded, as Imsook gasped lightly at the sex. "Get out, now." The dog turned tail and scampered out. Little did they know that his wife was downstairs, looking at the ceiling in puzzlement as she heard the slow creaking of the floor boards. 

Walt looked down and watched his penis slipping into her. Imsook was so smooth, and she was screwing him back. Her ass was pressed down into the mattress as he made his love to her. She moaned softly. Then Walt remembered something. The dog had gone with Rudy this afternoon. That meant---

"Walt!" Rudy shrieked, from the door. She saw her husband's back swaying first, heard him grunting, and then she saw the smooth, olive legs wrapped around his hips. She shrieked again. 

Walt lurched away from Imsook, and then Rudy saw her husband's penis in a state she hadn't seen it in years. It popped out of the woman, long and wet. The woman sat up and Rudy shrieked again as she saw it was Imsook, her face and chest flush as an apple. Her nipples stood out. She snatched a pillow to cover her naked body.

"Walt! Imsook!" Rudy cried. "What is going on? I demand an answer!" 

"What does it look like?" Walt shot back, his voice annoyed. "I haven't been laid in years and Imsook here is kind enough to help me out." 

Imsook pulled her legs to herself and formed a little ball. 

"You both... betrayed me!" Rudy cried. 

Imsook looked away. Walt looked at her, and then just threw up his hands. 

"Well," Rudy continued. "I see that I interrupted something! Please! Carry on! Don't let me stop you! I'm just your wife!" 

She stormed back downstairs. Walt and Imsook heard the door slam. Then the car door slammed. Tires screeched. Gone. 

Walt looked at Imsook. He smiled and rolled back to her. 

"What, you want to finish?" She said, surprised. 

"You bet I do," he said. "I'm already in a heap of trouble. We may as well make it for a good reason."

She looked sideways. Then back at him. She smiled. "Okay," she said. 

He mounted her again. This time his thrusts came stronger, went deeper. Imsook clutched to him so hard her hands hurt. It really was different than making love to her husband. This was slow yet strong. Every move had a purpose. It was sweet. And he knew the magic spot, and angled his penis just so it knocked against it again and again. 

When she cried out, his body began to shudder, and for a second she worried he might collapse on her. But then his penis convulsed, and she felt a splash of hot liquid inside her, then leak out onto his wife's precious sheets. Walt groaned mightily. 

"That was perfect, girl," he said. "That was worth it." 

