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Six months after my wife died, I was alone in my three bedroomed house and frankly I just could not cope with the daily housekeeping ritual any longer. The cooking I could cope with.
It was the dusting and vacuuming, window cleaning, laundry, and the bloody ironing that got my goat, it was a constant merry go round of drudge.
Salvation came through my letterbox one Saturday morning in the guise of a handwritten note telling me that the originator was newly arrived in the area and was available to provide daily household tasks. There was a name and telephone number. I rang it.
The subsequent conversation led to Linda arriving the following morning for what she termed to be an ‘interview’. Afterwards I had gained the impression that I was the one being interviewed; but I was apparently deemed to be suitable, and, after lengthy negotiations, she was pleased to allow me to have her as a daily housekeeper.
She had anticipated being required once a week; however, I had been so quick to respond to her posted advert campaign that she was persuaded to restrict her customer base to one; for a suitable remuneration. Her tasks having been identified; the remuneration agreed. and a month’s advance payment made, she left until the Monday.
Linda. It was a nice name for a nice, pleasant woman. Nice direct, no-nonsense attitude, everything about Linda was…. Nice.
Except that to me she was sex on legs. I doubt that she was aware of it. I do realise that the things that I find arousing in a woman are purely my personal preferences; but she had all of them, in spades.
She was 5ft 9inches tall, I know that because I am, and she was my height. Not slim, sturdy, big eyes in a pleasant face, soft lips which smiled often to reveal small, gleaming white teeth. Shoulder length auburn hair.
To me her body was a dream. Big breasts, proud, and demanding attention. She was wearing a loose top which hung from those breasts like a curtain so I could not tell for certain, but there was no sign of a stomach bulge. Her slacks hid her legs, but they did a fantastic job of displaying her firm backside. I know it was firm because it did not flatten when she sat on one of my dining room chairs. I looked.
Two weeks later and I was salivating at the thought of having that unclothed body in or on my bed, or in any other location, situation or position that happened to be convenient.
How? What approach would be acceptable to strait-laced Linda? She had never, not once; reacted or responded to even the merest hint of interest, in adult relationship matters.
One evening, I was reading an erotic story which was good enough to cause me to get an erection. It was as I put my hand on it that the answer to my problem became obvious.
I put my plan into action the next day.
I was sitting at the table, with my open laptop, dressed in a T-shirt and shorts when Linda arrived to do my ironing and clean the kitchen. She had decided early on that she would like to do the ironing in the lounge, because it was light and airy and she could chat with me as she worked, so I was happy that she had stayed with that decision.
On the laptop, I had selected a story that had a section about a man leaving his laptop open so that the woman he was hoping to screw, would see the erotic story he had prepared for her to find.
As she set up the ironing board, I deliberately left the laptop open with the story text size on 16, so that it could easily be read and then I went to the bathroom. I remained in there for over ten minutes and then noisily went into my bedroom and waited quietly for a further five or so minutes before returning to the lounge.
My daily was sitting at the table, reading the story with one hand against a breast mound through her smock. As I approached her from behind, she scrolled the page up and continued reading. I reached past her and picked up my notebook, which brought her back into this world.
She was calm and unfazed as she apologised for being so forward and said that she had seen the text when she went to plug the iron in. She had never read an erotic story before and although she knew that there was a lot of porn accessible on the internet, she had not known that it was also available in text form; and was surprised at the effect it could have.
“Did what you read have an effect?”
“Yes; Beylikdüzü Escort and you know it. It was not lost on me that the story was remarkably similar to the situation we are in. but yes, I did enjoy it.”
“Well, as long as you enjoyed it its purpose was served.”
“Its purpose being?”
“Your enjoyment; titillation, arousal. Choose any adjective you wish. If it had one of those effects, then you are a happier person, and I am pleased to have caused that to happen.”
“Do you read a lot of sex stories?”
“What constitutes ‘a lot’. When I finish one, and have time, of which I’m sure you know, I have plenty; then I begin another. I also write a few and submit them for the appraisal of others. I usually rate in the nineties so I’m content.”
“Where do you get your ideas from?”
“I am a mature adult; so, from life; experience, imagination, desire, lust.”
“Can I read one when I come tomorrow?”
“You can finish reading this one; I’ll give you the URL and you…”
“The what?” “The website address”; ” I do not have a computer.”
“Oh; well then, yes you can.”
“Be careful if you try anything on your husband.”
“That is not a problem.”
“Ah; I am sorry for that; it was thoughtless of me.”
“It is not a problem because I have never had one. I had better get moving, the ironing will never be finished if I sit here any longer and I still have to do the kitchen.”
She had coped with the situation with remarkable aplomb, had accepted the situation for what it was without any histrionics. or nervousness. She had seen and enjoyed what she had read and wanted to see more, and I began to hope that she might, just might, want to turn some of what she’d read into a practical experience, with me of course.
She arrived to carry out her daily tasks, but I had replaced the dining chair with an upholstered dressing table stool, the story was on the screen in readiness for her to read, and I told her that she should take the offer and read it.
If she liked it, then I had an old laptop which she could have, and I would set it so that she could read stories that I gave her to take home to read. Oh joy, she went straight to it and as I stood behind her, she began to read.
After a few paragraphs she began to show signs of arousal. She wriggled a little then a hand crept to a breast. A short time later, a finger began to rub on a now noticeable protrusion.
I let my hands rest on her shoulders, no response. Allow one to slide a little lower down her front. I felt her intake of breath and Caramba!!! Linda lay back against me, took one of my hands and pulled it down to her breast for me to fondle. She sat like that for a few minutes, and I knew she must be able to feel my erection against her back.
She had must have been thinking hard, but finally she reached a decision. She sat up straight thus removing my hand from her chest and then, turned around, to grip my erection through the cloth of my shorts before using both hands to pull my shorts down. My erection sprang up for her to regain her grip and begin to masturbate me.
“This is probably what you were hoping for. I was uncertain what I was going to do about that when I left yesterday. It was obvious that you wanted to get into my knickers, and I thought hard about that during the night; but I knew that I must be in favour of your plan, otherwise I would not be spending so much time thinking about it,
I must act now because I really do like you, you amuse and attract me. I know we hardly know each other, but I have enjoyed talking to you so much more than any man I have ever known and feeling this way after years of nothing remotely erotic and arousing is so energizing.
Those stories and this situation have had an effect on me. There is no other way to say this. Please take me somewhere and show me what fun being fucked can be.”
I opted for comfort and so upstairs we went,
As soon as we were in my bedroom, she began to remove her blouse, but I stopped her. I should have noticed that she had a blouse on and not a loose top like she normally wore or that she wore a skirt, nor had she put her smock on which she normally wore when cleaning.
“Oh no you don’t. Allow me the pleasure of uncovering that body, I have been imagining this moment since I met you Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan and was convinced it would never happen.”
When her blouse was unbuttoned, I opened it and stood transfixed by the sight of her large, unfettered breasts, topped by very erect dark red nipples. She was not wearing a bra and didn’t need one. I resisted the urge to get to grips with them and concentrated on uncovering all the other delights which awaited my gaze.
Her skirt was swiftly removed to reveal the absence of underwear and I just could not stop myself from reaching to feel her smooth hairless vulva. I was too close to temptation and so it was inevitable that a finger moved slightly downhill to press against a pink clitoral hood.
Linda jerked and her breasts bounced, then she grasped my aching erection. She shoved me, yes, shoved me onto my bed; straddled me with her head over my cock and her sex over my face. She applied her mouth to my pole which caused her some problem because it was obvious that she had little, if any, experience.
She eventually managed to solve the problem of breathing with a large pole in her mouth and then she had it all in. She began to suck and withdraw her head and then descend to begin again as I buried my face in her fragrant sex.
I had to try, I licked up to her anus and kissed her sphincter, then I pushed my tongue against it. She stiffened, then her thighs spread further apart, and my tongue was in. I managed to get a hand around her thigh to place my forefinger where my tongue had been and eased it into her rectum, A minute later she climaxed.
Linda rolled off me and lay on her back with breasts heaving as she tried to recover from the enormous climax which had wracked her body. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I crawled between her thighs, inserted Rod A into receptacle A, and fucked her. I entered a soaking wet hot tunnel as I grasped those fantastic breasts and nibbled on one huge nipple.
We enjoyed each other for the rest of the day, pausing only to use the loo occasionally. Sometime during the afternoon, I entered her rectum for the first time, and I did it slowly. She lay very quiet and still as I probed further inside her bottom.
Once I was in, and her anal channel had widened I slowly fucked into her and then the sounds of arousal and appreciation began. Eventually we reached satiation and collapsed in a heap together, and after I had removed the condom and had a doze, we did it again, around what should have been dinner time.
She never went home that evening, and when her phone rang in the morning it was her daughter asking if she would like some fresh underwear bringing round. I blinked when she said yes please Tina, that would be lovely, I need some underwear, yes it was good, yes, I am happy and yes you can meet him, but not this morning. Go to work now or you’ll be late.
Fondling a large breast, I broached the subject uppermost in my mind at that moment.
“Daughter? Daughter who knows where mother is and what mother is doing and is also aware that mother is sans knickers and probably bra?”
“Yes; all of that, except the bra bit. I don’t need one, never have. I do a lot of swimming, it does wonders for your upper body muscles, all of them.”
“Please continue.”
“We are close, she has no father, he left before she was born, and I brought her up alone. My parents were elderly when they had me, so I was eighteen when they died. My wonderful uncle took me in. He fucked me, got me pregnant at the first go and buggered off. He didn’t get dad’s money though. That was in trust until I was twenty-one. I had an allowance until then.”
“And Now?”
“I was determined to protect her from all the bad things that could happen to a young girl. As she grew up, she seemed to be able to work out what was right or wrong. She never showed much interest in boys, and most of her spare time was spent learning languages or practicing on her flute which she played in a youth orchestra.”
“She still plays in an orchestra occasionally, but something had begun to change, and I never knew why until her twenty-first birthday. We had a little party in a local restaurant; me, Tina and three girls from the orchestra.
Tina drank far too much wine and I found out that she had begun an affair with a violinist, but a Escort Beylikdüzü month before her party the violinist left to join an orchestra in Germany and never told Tina that she was leaving.
It had been the first time she had had a sexual relationship and it devastated her. She says she’ll never trust another woman, But I managed to get her to admit that I am not included.”
I stroked Linda, and bless her, she parted her thighs. I took my chance, climbed aboard her and entered her until she begged me to stop because she was sore, so I settled for a great deal of masturbation and oral because Linda said that she liked doing that to me.
I am what I am and l although what Linda was doing to me was wonderful, her nearness was an aphrodisiac and so it came to pass that my hands weaved their magic on her clitoris, and I soon had a finger against her rear door.
Linda seemed to be happy with the idea. She helpfully shoved a couple of pillows under her groin to lift her round firm backside into the optimum position, which allowed me full penetration rights. I fitted a condom, and then I commenced to insert the erection she had nurtured into her backside and gently fuck her until she turned into a sweaty wreck, but she didn’t complain and didn’t ask me to stop.
When I felt my eruption beginning to build, I pulled out of her, took the condom off and put the head of her desire back into her rear passage and filled her rectum with hot lava, at least that’s what she said it felt like.
Showered and dressed and having brunch, I asked about the rest of the phone conversation with her daughter.
“Had you told her that you thought I wanted to sleep with you and that you thought you’d like that?”
“Yes; I did. I did not say that I was staying the night because obviously I didn’t know that at the time, but she is no fool. She knew your address and telephone number. I did ring her when you went to the loo just say I was certainly not coming home until today.”
“It was her idea for me to wear a blouse and skirt and no knickers. She said if I was going to let you screw me, then I should get you as eager as you could possibly be, making the uncovering of my booty easy would certainly do that.”
“She wants to meet you, but my problem is why? I hope it is purely the natural curiosity about the man who without much effort, got into her mother’s knickers within a month of meeting her. Despite mother having never shown the slightest interest in a man.”
“The thing is, she does look up to me as a role model so….”
“So she might be thinking of following in mother’s footsteps. You say she is aware of all the pitfalls, and she is an adult; so why are you so worried that she might want to find someone to be with?”
“Because it isn’t likely to be ‘someone’; it will be you. Tried and tested by her mother. I bet that even now she will be working on a plan to be screwed by her mother’s lover; You are my lover, aren’t you?”
“I most certainly am. Seven months ago I lost the only woman I had ever loved. That was when she died; but I really lost her two years earlier when she finally succumbed to Alzheimer’s disease. Now I have a lover; you are my lover, aren’t you? And I think I may soon be trying to get you to marry me. That should take the heat off.
“If you ask me in six months from now, I will probably say yes to any proposal that you may make. For the moment I just want to bask in the glow of constant, no strings attached sex. Unfortunately, that gives my lovely daughter all the time in the world to work out how to get into your bed or you into hers,”
“Of course, If you could force yourself to forego the pleasure of her body for a while and marry me, if I say yes that is; then she could have you whenever I was not using you.”
“SO; if we were married, I could fuck you AND my stepdaughter, and that would be acceptable?”
“Yes, why not?”
“Marry me Linda, take away all the uncertainty of life and marry me.”
“You’re only saying that because now you fancy fucking my daughter.”
“That is way off the mark. You brought up the idea that she may want me. I have never met her, in fact I had never heard of her until this morning, and I honestly have had no thoughts in that direction.
Really Linda, we have just had a fantastic twenty-four hours of sex, with no holds barred, and I want a lot of that, but with you. Whatever happens in the future will only do so with you in the driving seat.”
“I am sorry John, that was unfair of me, and I really do apologise. I will get the little minx to understand that we are serious, and she is not to interfere.”
We were married six months later.
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