Now that my husband was too sick most of the time to enjoy sex, he had agreed that I could do whatever I wanted, as I mentioned in a previous story. If my cleaning lead to sexual encounters it was ok by him. I was now enjoying the freedom of doing whatever I wanted when it came to sex. This started out just so I could look at the bulges in guys pants, but it sure had turned into some very erotic stuff and sometimes really hot sex.
For a few years, when I first started this, I didn't do anything but just look. The guys that I got to be alone with liked me looking and they often wore shorts or sweats that would give me a good view. It was only recently after my husband's illness that I allowed these to go any further. Some of the guys were more than willing to oblige - they just needed a signal from me that it was ok and there wouldn't be any problems. One of these was the older guy named Will whose wife was gone a lot and he was the first one who really got into showing it off for me when I first started cleaning. That was the only one I did anything with before my husband got sick a lot.
Their situation has changed since I first started cleaning for them several years ago. She got really sick and eventually moved into a rest home. During all that we never did anything. Although I had oral sex with him after he was in the pool that time, we never did much after that. We both had to be satisfied with just sneaking a feel as she was around all the time when she started getting sick. After she went into the rest home for around the clock care we stopped doing anything. She passed away two months later. It was a long time after that before he began to get back to his old self.
Will was a few years younger than his wife and in really good shape for his age from working out so much. That's why I was so turned on by him. After she had been gone for a while he began to wear tight shorts around me again and would often wear the mesh kind with no underwear that you could see through, teasing me with it. He would come up behind me while I was working. I would reach around and feel his cock and balls while he played with my tits. He was nicely hung and could still get it up too. I would stroke him through the material and get him hard and he would go around with it sticking straight out in his shorts for quite a while before it went down. I looked at it all the time. I just loved looking at hard cocks. He liked me watching and not just going on and getting him off. He said it was a real turn on for him, and most times he had to take care of it after I left.
One day he started talking about the sex he and his wife had in their early years and how good it was. How they liked to get it on any place in the house besides the bedroom. He and I didn't go around naked any, but he was this time and I knew he was really wanting to get some relief. I decided to strip all my clothes off when I cleaned the bathroom as I was feeling pretty horny myself and besides it was easier to clean their tub that way. Being naked around a man always made me wet because I was so turned on by it. I finally got around to cleaning the tub which was a whirlpool type. Because it was fairly large I had to get in it to give it a really good cleaning.
When I finished the back side I stepped out and stood at the edge, bent over and was wiping out the rest of it. He came up behind me, grabbed my hips and shoved his cock all the way in to his balls in one motion. The shock of it happening so quickly and just taking me like that without warning made me so hot I didn't even try to stop him. I needed it. As he started pumping he would thrust in so hard his balls hit my clit each time. I braced myself and met his thrusts. He pumped it in and out in long strokes pulling almost all the way out then shoving it all the way in.
I wasn't long cumming. I kept building and building until I finally started. As I came I flooded his cock. Then I felt the warm flow of his cum shooting into me. It made my orgasm even more intense. When we finished cumming together I straightened up with his cock still in me and leaned back against him. He kissed and nuzzled around my ear and down my neck while he fondled my tits and rubbed his hands all over me.
He began fingering my pussy and working his fingers over my clit. He was still hard enough to stay in me while he played with me. I hadn't come down from my orgasm and he was bringing me right back up. I just laid back against him and let him pleasure me. It felt so good because he was so good at it. He could sense what he was doing to me and would work it harder or lighter making me respond. I kept squeezing and working his cock in me keeping him up hard the whole time.
I was now starting to cum again and he knew it from the low moaning sounds I was making. He flipped his finger lightly back and forth over it faster and faster. Then I came again. He had to hold me up. Fingering me off like that with his hard cock all the way up in me just drove me wild. I was totally spent to the point he had to ease me into the bedroom and lay me down or I probably would have collapsed right there on the floor. I laid there a few minutes to come back down from the intenseness of my orgasms. He even cleaned me up while I laid there. He treated me with respect and gentleness, caressing my body as he wiped the juices off of me.
Then he did something I never expected of him as we had always been about just sexual turn ons around each other. Standing there beside me, still lying on the edge of the bed, he leaned over and kissed me. He worked his tongue over my lips and I opened up for him. He explored my mouth with his tongue and worked it over mine. I responded by sliding mine into his, working it around.
His hand moved to my pussy and began fingering my clit, lightly at first. Then with a finger on each side started sliding them up and down, massaging my clit between them. He slid them down inside me circling them around and back out over my clit over and over. I couldn't believe he was going to make me cum a third time. The kissing became more passionate and hot. We were working into each others' mouths while at the same time he was driving me wild with his hand.
I could no longer hold back and took hold of his cock while he brought me closer and closer to cumming again. He took his time and let me enjoy getting there. I got closer and started bucking against his hand and squeezing his cock. All while we were still lost in working our tongues into each other. Then it came seemingly never ending. Waves of pleasure flowed through me. It was awesome. When I finished he held me til I finally relaxed. He cleaned me up again. When I finally got back in control of myself I dressed and finished up my work for the day.
No matter how good the sex, I was still a looker at heart. Just openly flaunting sex wasn't near the turn on that the tease of someone showing it off for me and even watching them pleasure themselves. I loved to watch a guy stroke his cock. We talked about that and how we got started. He even got hard in his shorts talking about when he was in the pool naked and knowing I was watching him the whole time.
Then he asked me if I was ok with it if another guy came over to visit while I was here. He would let me know so I wouldn't be dressed sexy - or naked. We got a good laugh out of what the guy's reaction might be to that. He said he didn't want him to know we had anything going. But then he surprised me by saying that if the guy started anything with me that was ok because he was nineteen and considered himself a ladies man. Playing it cool, I told him fat chance a nineteen year old would be interested in me - not wanting to admit one already was. And he added cautiously, watching my reaction, that he wasn't bothered by being naked around guys either. Since he knows guys shower together after games and such I wondered why he even mentioned it. I was to find out later what he really meant. I wasn't about to tell him about my experience with four teenagers at once in the shower room of another place I cleaned.
As we talked more he hinted that he kind of wanted something to happen anyway - that he might like to watch if I was ok with it. He wanted to watch? The guy was only nineteen? How far did he mean I could go with this guy? That had me excited from the thought of him watching me with someone else, especially one young and hot. I was glad though he told me as now I didn't have to worry if he made advances or anything. I could handle it anyway I wanted. I kept going over and over in my mind the last experience with a teenager. His name was Jason and if this guy was even half as good I had a lot to look forward to.
It was getting close to spring cleaning time at his house. I told him it would be nice to have some help moving the furniture out so I could clean under them. I had a niece that liked to help me when I needed it, as she didn't want me lifting the heavy furniture and I mentioned it to him. He suggested asking the guy we had just talked about helping. That would be a good excuse to ask him over when I was here. I thought about that and agreed it was a good idea. I couldn't help thinking if he was a really nice guy maybe I could still have my niece come with me to meet him sometime. But that would come in due time.