It was a typical week day. I was just finishing up my first cup of coffee and completing the books on one of our rental houses. I am fortunate that I can work at home and have done this for several years. My husband and I have over the years bought and refurbished six houses. We then turn around and rent them. My job is to deal with the tenants.
I generally get up at about 8, start my coffee and wander into my home office. Since I typically am alone, I usually dress just casually. Our kids are grown and have moved out. Hubby works full time and I have the house mostly to myself. Usually I sleep in the nude and when I get up, I usually just pull on whatever is comfortable. Today, I just pulled a long T shirt. I feel sexy with just that on. My nipples rub against the fabric and I like the little surge that gives me. The shirt is just long enough to cover my buttocks when I am standing up and it is comfortable when I am working.
I am generally pleased with how I look. My hair is long and goes past my shoulders. I am still a natural brunette and there are only a few gray hairs. My breasts are small but pert and my nipples have always been very sensitive. My stomach is flat and my legs still manage to turn a few heads.
I finished my cup of coffee and got up to go to the kitchen to get a second cup when the doorbell rang. Although I was just wearing a tee shirt, all was covered, so I went and opened the door. It was Pete, my plumber. I had forgotten that I had called him. We had a valve in our downstairs bathroom that was leaking and I had called him to see if he could repair it.
I have known Pete for about 4 years. He was recommended to us and I use him regularly for repairs on the rental houses and occasionally when we need something done at our house. Pete has been a plumber for about 20 years. He was a star high school football player, but a knee injury during his senior year put an end to his career. Rather than going to college, he decided to learn a trade. He has told me that he wanted to be his own boss. He has kept his football player physique by continuing to work out 3 or 4 times a week. He is about 5 feet nine inches tall and I suspect he weighs about 200 pounds, mostly muscle.
Pete and I have talked on the phone a lot and he has been to the house for repairs about a half dozen times. We have always had an easy and I guess you would call it a flirtatious relationship. One of the first times he did repairs for me, I met him at the rental house to let him in. We shook hands and introduced ourselves to each other. We talked about the job and he agreed to come to my house afterwards to get paid. About two hours later he showed up and I invited him in for coffee. It was like we were old friends. He told me about how he had gotten divorced a few years before because his position was not glamorous enough for his ex. I told him about my family and the fact that the children were all grown. He told me that I still looked good for a mother of three. I acknowledged his compliment and told him he did not look too bad himself.
We did not speak or see each other often, but each time we did we picked up like we had just seen each other yesterday. And I guess we even became more flirtatious. He would call me his MILF and cougar and say that if he was given half a chance he would really take care of me. My response was that he probably could not keep up with an experienced married woman like myself.
My husband and I have very good sex. Part of our routine is to use sex toys. I have a 9 inch black dildo that is naturally shaped. My husband uses it on me when we have sex and often he uses it to DP me. I must admit that on occasion I would fantasize that the dildo was Pete!
