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The next morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon and coffee. I sat up, rubbed my eyes and realized what occurred last night.
Did that really happen?
I rolled out of bed and found my clothes had been washed and neatly laid on a dresser nearby. After I freshened up and dressed, I found Beth in the kitchen, putting some dishes in the dishwasher. A plate with some bacon was near the stove, and the coffee pot close by.
Beth was wearing a robe that was loose, I noticed.
“Good morning,” I said as I entered the kitchen.
Beth turned around, smiled, and adjusted her robe. It was too late, as I saw her breasts as she was bent over.
She returned the greeting, then asked how I liked my eggs prepared.
“Scrambled is fine with me. Nothing difficult,” I said as I made toward the coffee pot.
“Did you sleep well?” Beth asked as she broke open two eggs and began to prepare them.
“I did, and I appreciate the hospitality and all,” I answered as I sipped from my coffee cup.“
After breakfast, I began working on the porch, where I had left off the previous day.
Beth came outside, dressed in some khaki shorts and a white t-shirt. Her hair was pinned in a ponytail and didn’t bother with makeup. She’s attractive without it and her persona seems to ooze confidence, that comes naturally.
As I was preparing the deck posts for installation, Beth placed a call to her office. I tried not to make much noise, but she waved me off, as to tell me not to worry.
I noticed as I worked, Beth watched me as she spoke on the phone.
At lunchtime, Beth had some sandwiches prepared and we sat on the porch to eat.
I told Beth that I’d likely be finished by the end of the day.
She sat quietly, looking around at the work I did, then smiled.
“I think you did a great job, and you should stay one more night, just to be sure things are OK.”
“There’s not much else that will need to be done,” I explained.
Beth gave me a smile, then said, “One more night, we’ll celebrate with a nice dinner later.”
How could I refuse a lady?
Later, as I was cleaning up the leftover materials and putting away my tools, Beth returned from shopping.
I helped her get a couple of bags from her SUV and brought them into the kitchen.
Beth bought some more beer and two large steaks. Before she began to prepare the food, she instructed me on how to light the BBQ pit outside.
The pit was constructed with fire bricks on the inside and an iron grill. I poured some charcoal into the firebox, and managed not to blow myself up when I lit the fire.
Later, when the steaks were done and with Beth’s prepared side dishes, we ate on the back porch.
As we ate, Beth chatted about some things, then began talking about her past.
She dated a football player while in college, thinking he would marry her, but it didn’t pan out. She laughed when I asked why.
“He was drafted in something like the third round and moved away. I never saw him again. He didn’t make any professional teams. I finished college with a degree and moved on.”
Beth sighed for a moment, remembering something.
So, I asked, “Are you thinking about him?”
She didn’t answer right away, but then, “Yeah, he was handsome and well liked. I had my first three way with him and another guy from the football team.”
“Damn!” I almost blurted out. “I didn’t think…”
Beth laughed, “So you should have figured out by now I wasn’t an angel.”
Out of curiosity, I asked, “Did you enjoy it?”
Beth chewed on a piece of her steak, then, “I said it was my first. He and the teammate and I did it after every home game, if the team won that season.”
All I could do is listen and eat while Beth told me some of the details. I was stunned.
The memories she had obviously aroused her, and she was relentless in bed later.
The next day, we inspected the work and Beth paid me more than I would normally charge for a task as this.
Much more.
When we left the house, I followed Beth until we turned on to the roads to go to each other’s homes.
While on the way, I had to figure out how I would face her daughter, Riley.
Riley called each night, but her mother wasn’t nearby to listen in on our conversations. And our conversations were short, because I was tired from working and she had to study.
Riley came over on Saturday and woke me, wanting to have sex. I had her mother just two and three nights before, and I felt a bit guilty.
Until Riley undressed and got in bed with me.
She was like a wildcat, kissing me then sucked on my cock like she hadn’t had a meal in a week. Then, she moved up and sat on my chest, then my face. She didn’t wait long to move into a sixty-nine position.
Riley didn’t take long to begin having orgasms, especially when I began anal play.
I love to play with her ass, and she loves it.
I finger fucked her anus while licking and sucking on her pussy. When Riley began to have her orgasms, I increased the action, and it didn’t take long before her moans and squeals reach a high pitch.
Within a couple of moments, Riley threw herself off, laid beside me whimpering and shaking.
Then, I gave her all I had.
I pushed her legs open, got on top and slowly built up a rhythm to the point I was fucking her hard.
Riley was squealing and crying and moaning all the while. Then I rolled her over and got behind her to finish one or both of us off.
I hit as hard and deep as I could into Riley’s pussy, and she pushed back in rhythm.
It didn’t take long, and I think we both simultaneously had an orgasm.
After I gave everything, cum, energy, etc., I lay beside Riley and we caught our breaths.
Riley asked about my week, and I hoped she didn’t ask about her mother.
She didn’t.
