To the reader: this is the third segment in this saga. It is best to read the first two parts before starting here as they explain how events led to this point.
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Three days later, Hailey moved in. My wife and I had freshened up the suite of rooms in the basement for her. New towels and sheets were set in place, and I even cleaned out the garage to make room for her car. We had to take off work to do this but, that was fine.
We didn't even talk about the ramifications of having Hailey, a woman almost the age of our daughter, move in. Instead, we focused our energies on getting the house ready. The one precaution that I did take was to put away some valuables to reduce the impact of what could happen if Hailey was trying to rip us off in some way. Rachael disapproved but I thought this was prudent.
Then, with little fanfare, on a Wednesday evening, Hailey moved in. My sole job was to bring in the many boxes that she had stuffed into her SUV, and, after that, I just went off to my study while my wife joyfully showed Hailey every aspect of the kitchen, laundry, codes to get into the house, and so on.
Setting aside the sensual appeal of Hailey, a woman who was half my age, it was actually quite nice to have someone younger in the house. It made everything seem livelier. Rachael and I are in our early fifties and, while we like to think of ourselves as active, in truth we have become rather boring. Boring, that is, except for the enjoyable Babe of the Day thing.
So, we had a third person in the house. It was a great change of pace. For the first several nights, after Hailey got in from work, we would have a relaxing dinner together and then generally sit back and just watch TV. Hailey took over one sofa while Rachael and I kept to our regular recliners.
Oh, one fun aspect of this was the pajamas. By the second evening, and right after dinner, each of the two ladies changed into relaxing gowns to wear while the evening wound down. These were nothing overtly sexy. Both of them wore simple knee-length nightgowns and, seemingly, very little more. I knew that Rachael only wore panties and no bra under her gown, and it seemed that Hailey was doing the same.
More than once I caught an enjoyable glance of bare legs on one or the other of them. Hailey caught me admiring her bare legs as we sat there watching a movie.
"Are you two still checking out and rating other women?"