This is the first of a planned multiple installment series about the sexual adventures of two newly divorced adults. I hope you enjoy the stories.
If you have feedback or suggestions/ideas on the direction of their adventures, please share them with me. Thanks.
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It was a Saturday, the weather was gray and rainy. I didn't really have anything planned for the day. I wasn't really in the mood to go to the gym and workout. I was sitting in the kitchen procrastinating, while enjoying a cup of coffee.
As a sat at the kitchen counter, I started to go over in my mind everything that had occurred in the last year and a half.
The last year and a half had been one of the most difficult periods of my life. The combination of a nasty divorce, selling and buying house and moving to a new town had taken its toll on me. The good news was all that nastiness was behind me.
With my ex-wife and all the drama that went with her out of my life, I realized that I was the happiest I had been in a very long time. My new found happiness was paying dividends at work too. I was able to focus on my career and my boss and had taken notice. Last month I got a promotion, with a significant bump in salary and a very large bonus.
I had finally reached a point where things were settling into a nice routine.
The one thing that was a bit discouraging was when I decided to move, which was a great decision, I left behind friends that I had known for years. At times I was a bit lonely.
The sound of a car pulling into my driveway startled me and shook me from my thoughts. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I walked to the front room and looked out the front window.
As soon as I saw the car I realized who it was. It was Kerry, the women who cleans my house. I had forgotten it was house cleaning day.
One of the many things I learned about myself, living alone after 25 years of marriage, was that I did not like cleaning my house. I always keep it neat and picked-up, I just don't like doing the vacuuming, dusting, cleaning bathrooms etc. So I hired a person to do it.
Kerry cleans my house every-other week. I felt lucky to find her. She does a great job and is witty, smart and has a genuineness about her that makes you feel like you have known her for years.
Kerry was a recommendation from a neighbor. The neighbor shared with me that Kerry was recently divorced and as a result has some financial struggles. She cleans houses as a side job to help pay the bills.
Kerry is very attractive and has a fantastic body. She is tall, blonde, blue-eyed, and trim with firm but heavy breasts. Kerry told with me that she is a runner and works out routinely and it shows.
I opened the front door and said "Good Morning." to Kerry. She waved, opened the rear of her SUV and gathered up her cleaning supplies and walked up my driveway.
Once inside we exchanged some small talk as she removed her coat, hung it in the hall closet. I was a bit surprised to see that she was dressed in a light t-shirt and running shorts. I was not going to complain as Kerry has spectacular legs and I was enjoying the scenery.
I offered her a cup of coffee but she said she wanted to get started as she had another house to clean after mine. I said "I understood." I want back to the kitchen and she started her cleaning routine.
Back in the kitchen, I opened up my laptop and started answering some work e-mails.
Kerry finished up in the master suite and came into the kitchen.
She asked, "Will it be okay if I clean the kitchen? Will I be disturbing you?"
I laughed, "Of course not, go right ahead. I am just cleaning up some work e-mails. Nothing urgent or that important."
With that she started cleaning. It was nice to have someone in the house, so I started chatting with her. As she cleaned, we joked and laughed. We were both enjoying the conversation.
She finished cleaning the kitchen and headed to the living room. My house is an open design so the kitchen and living room open up to each other. Even though we were in different rooms, we could both see and hear each other.
In the living room, along with a couch, TV etc., I have a glass coffee table. I watched as Kerry sprayed it with glass cleaner and started polishing it up.
The table is low, which meant that Kerry had to bend over to clean it. This gave me a great view from behind, bent over in very short shorts, long legs on display, while her ass wiggled back and forth as she wiped the glass. I had to laugh at the sight.
Kerry looked at me and saw me laughing and smiling, but didn't know why, which caused me to laugh even more. She had a confused look on her face, so I held up my hands in a placating manner.
"I'm sorry," I told her. "I wasn't really laughing at you. It was just that I saw a video on the internet recently and the way you were cleaning the coffee table brought it vividly to mind. The resemblance of the situation to the basic plot on the video was spot on."
In a heavily sarcastic tone Kerry quipped, "Oh, I can just imagine what kind of video that was, heavy on plot and dialogue, no doubt."
Oops, busted! Me and my big mouth, thought. My face turning a bright shade of crimson as I blushed.
The video that I was recalling is a porn, maid fetish/fantasy The plot, if you want to call it that was the owner of the house offered money to a young woman to take off their clothes, work naked, leading on to further bribes and finally sex. They video has started with the woman in tight shorts bent over a table, cleaning it.
Still blushing, I said, "Hmm, yes. Let's just say you are right and let it go at that."
With a huge grin, because she saw me blushing, retaliated with, "Let's not. Why don't you share the plot line line with me, Mr. Video critic."
"Um, basically a man has a young woman come to clean his house. She just happened to be dressed the way you are today and started off by cleaning the coffee table, similar to what you were doing."
Kerry blinked and rejected to my explanation.
"That's it, that's all that happened? I am not buying your story. What are you leaving out?"
She had me and was enjoying watching me squirm.
I explained, "Well,...long pause... The premise was that he waved some money at the girl, offering to pay for each item of clothing she took off. He kept on waving money and she kept on removing items of clothing until she was naked and then she had to finish the housekeeping naked."
Kerry had her hands or her hips and with raised eyebrows, replied, "That's it? She just finished cleaning the house nude. Doesn't sound like much of of a porn video to me."
I had no response. I looked down staring at my shoes. I felt like I was 16 again and my Mom was asking what is was, after finding a Playboy magazine under my mattress.
There was a pause, it seemed like it went on for an eternity before Kerry let out a giggle.
She broke the silence, between her laughs "You are so pathetic. I can't believe you are so embarrassed about watching a porn video, you are a grown man."
At this point the conversation went sideways on me. I was not sure if she was flirting with me, scolding me or just teasing me.
One thing I did know, Kerry was thoroughly enjoying baiting me to stick my foot in my mouth and I couldn't help myself from doing it.
"Hey, be fair!" I told her. "I just noticed the similarities between the video and you cleaning and laughed. It's not as though I was offering you money to do the housework naked."
Once again, she put her hands on her hips. giving me the, I'm slightly offended look, at the idea that I wasn't trying to bribe her to get naked.
"Please don't get me wrong," I said quickly. "It's not that I wouldn't love to see you naked. I just don't want to be paying you money to do it."
"OHHHH Geeesh, that didn't come out right, did it?" I said sheepishly.
"You might say that," agreed Kerry. "So you want me naked but don't feel like paying for it."
Trying to take the high road, but utterly failing, I said quickly, "What I meant was I thought it would be demeaning to you if I implied you'd get naked for money."
"Oh, I see. But it's all right if I get naked in front of you free of charge?"
"What? I didn't say that. I wasn't asking you to get undressed."
She was deliberately misinterpreting what I was saying.
"Oh, so you don't want to see me naked?" Now she was managing to sound offended that I wasn't asking her to get undressed.
"Yes. I mean no. I mean that I would love to see you naked. I think you would look sensational, but I have too much respect for you to suggest you take your clothes off when you don't really know me that well"
"And did your ex-wife do housework naked?"