Carol's Cadillac CT5 was in the drive when I got home to our ranch style home, in a 'better' suburbs of KW (Kitchener-Waterloo Ontario). It was blocking my bay of the three car garage. 'What are the chances' I thought. Three to one, obviously. I chuckle to myself.
"Lucy! I'm home, an' you got some 'splainin' to do!" Lucinda and my joke homage to an old TV show.
My fair skinned, long raven haired, dark eyed love's heels click along the hall from the bedrooms. Her generous breasts sway and jiggle in her loose powder blue satin robe. Her hair is a mess, her makeup smudged.
We wrap together for a long kiss. There's and extra flavor to her mouth.
"You're home early, darling."
"Remember Bill and I decided to stagger hours through February when the office was slow?"
"Oh, yes. No matter, more time with my stud John." She kissed my cheek.
Then Carol came along the hall. She'd touched up her face and brushed her hair, She was blushing.
"Hi, John. Must fly. Stan will be home soon." She grabbed her purse and her sable and flew out the door.
"Carol?"
"Yes. At the Forest's Christmas party she slipped me her tongue and rubbed
my can under the mistletoe."
"Does Stan know?"
"No. And you won't tell him."
"Of course I'll keep mum."
The four of us often play golf together and Stan and I curl on the same rink.
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One of the many disagreements with my ex was about vacations. She wanted Europe, I wanted the Caribbean.
After the divorce I heard she went to Rome.
I took a cruise on a windjammer in the Caribbean.
That's where I met Lucy and her girlfriend Rosie. They made it clear they were NOT a couple. Just friends with benefits.
We had a great time. The three amigos.
Turns out Lucinda is the morning shift receptionist for a medical clinic in nearby Cambridge. I was thirty four at the time and she was thirty five.
Soon we were dating seriously and a year later we were married.
Occasionally we have sleepovers with Rosie. Or as Lucy calls them 'fuckovers'.
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"Well, my love, since you interrupted Carol, you'll have to finish me."
"If I must, I must."
"You must."
Soon as we got to the bedroom I was face down in Lucy's sweet pussy.
Gentle fingering. Lick, lick. Kiss and lick. Kiss the girl in the pink canoe. Lucinda is flying.
"Oh! O.O."
Can I give her another big 'O'?
Oh, ya! Her heels drum my back.
"Oh.Oh. Oh."
Time to climb aboard! I give my love a good old fashioned boning.
After a long cuddle I suggest we make dinner.
It's a few mornings later. We're both about to leave for work when the housekeeper, Mrs. Craig, arrives. She comes twice a week. She's early today.
"I'm glad you're both still here, Mr. Engle, Mrs.Engle. We need to talk.."
Ominous.
"I am not going to be able to keep cleaning your house."
"Why?" says Lucy, "Are you having health problems dear?"
"Do not call me dear. And no, my health has nothing to do with this. I am Christian woman, and I know what kinds if sin go on in this house! Mr Engle, your wife lies with another woman. She is a whore. I have proof!" She pulls out a handful of pictures from her coat pocket.. "See!"
"Where, how? How did you get these?"
"I suspected you. I hid a camera in your bedroom. I will not work in this house if sin, you, you, Jezabelle." She threw the pictures on the kitchen table. "I QUIT!" And stormed out.
Lucy and I stood there stunned for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.
Lucinda started looking for a replacement that day.
A few weeks later she found Jennifer.
"There's a catch dear."
"A catch?"
"Yes. She needs a place to stay as she is a live in full time servant with her present employer. She's coming so you can interview her Sunday morning."
She arrived at eight sharp by taxi.
"Tell me Mrs.Sawtelle, why are you leaving your present job?"
"They're moving to Chicago, and I don't want to go. I'd have to get a green card, and all those shootings. Besides my mother lives here, and I'd miss seeing my grand babies."
We hired her. After a week she suggested she could move from one of the bedrooms to the rec. room in the basement for a bit more privacy. I had a contractor make a full bathroom and divide the basement into a one bedroom apartment.
We soon got comfortable with each other. Jennifer would served dinner at the end of her day, then go down to her flat until we left for work in the morning. Work picked up and I was back to leaving for work at seven and not getting home 'till close to six thirty.
I began to notice a subtle change in Lucy and Jen's interactions. A bit more touching and smiling.
Jennifer just said goodnight and went downstairs.
"Lucy, is there something you're not telling me about Jennifer?"
"What do you mean. dear?" She giggled.
"Oh?'
"Oh yes."
Lucinda went on to tell me how it happened.
Turned out they were both tactile people. Touching each other's hands, that sort of things.
Then one day, Jen, who's fifty seven, to Lucy's forty two, and a few inched taller than Lucy, took her hand.
"Lucinda, I've seen how you interact with your lady friends."