After my retirement I decided to start a one-man remodeling company so that I could stay busy and earn a few extra bucks to enhance my retirement income. My first customer was Dan. He hired me to help him with remodeling his bathroom.
In part 2 of this story I told of my encounter with Dan's wife, Maggie. The next day I met Dan for drinks at a local bar. I was concerned that I might be headed for a confrontation if Maggie had told him what had gone on between us. Fortunately, that didn't happen. But I could tell that Dan had his suspicions because he told me that Maggie called out my name a couple of times while they were fucking the night before.
In part 3, I continue my saga by telling the rest of the story, which includes an experience I'll never forget (or likely repeat) with Maggie and Helen. Maggie, as I mentioned, is Dan's wife. Helen is Dan's stepsister. If you would like to know more about Helen, my relationship with her is detailed in part 1.
And so, I pick up where I left off in Part 2 at the local bar...
After a few double martinis, Dan was in no shape to drive. After leaving the bartender a generous tip, I helped him out of the tavern and guided him to my truck. Dan protested that he was able to drive, but I knew better. This was confirmed when he promptly passed out as soon as his head hit the headrest.
It was a short drive to Dan's house. I helped him stagger from my truck to the front door. Helen answered the doorbell on the first ring. She wore a low-cut tight top and tiny white shorts that accented her tight, firm butt. For a woman over 60, she was in really good shape.
Helen took one look at Dan and immediately sized up the situation. "Oh boy, looks like Dan has tied on another one." Then she looked at me, "Thanks so much for bringing him home, Bill. Otherwise, Maggie or I would have had to go over there and get him."
Helen helped me get Dan into the foyer. She turned and shouted up the stairway. "Maggie, your husband's home." Maggie came out of the bedroom, walked down the stairs and joined us in the foyer. She was wearing a towel wrapped around her head and a bathrobe.
"Sorry, I just stepped out of the shower," she said apologetically. "Thanks for bringing him home, Bill," she said as she guided Dan toward the stairs. "He doesn't do this very often, but when he does there's nothing to do, but let him sleep it off. I'll just take him upstairs," she said as she helped Dan up the staircase. "Why don't you fix Bill something, while I get Dan into bed and finish getting dressed," Maggie suggested to Helen.
Dan and Maggie had a very nice home in an affluent suburb. Helen lead me from the foyer into the Rec room. It was nicely furnished with a pool table, dart board and big screen TV. Along one wall was a long bar with 6 comfortable stools. Helen walked behind the bar and mixed up a pitcher of Margaritas as I gazed around the room looking at the softball trophies and other memorabilia on the bookshelf.
"Do you want one?" Helen asked. Without waiting for an answer she poured the liquor into two salted glasses. I was already feeling pretty "loose" after my time with Dan at the bar, but accepted the drink with a thank you.
After a couple of sips I looked at Helen. "You and me have a problem," I started. Helen looked a little surprised as I continued. "I can't believe you told Maggie about our little encounter."
"Oh that," Helen replied casually. "That was nothing. I tell Maggie every thing. We're like sisters."
"Nothing? You think that was nothing? I'm working for Dan. He's my first customer. If he finds out, I'm finished!" I exclaimed.
"I don't know why you're so upset," Helen countered. "I did you a favor."
"A favor? How is that exactly?"
Helen looked at me over the rim of her glass. "Well, I hear that you did your pervy thing with Maggie, too. She had to satisfy her curiosity after I told her what a nice cock you've got. She got you off, didn't she?"
"What?" I said incredulously. "She told you about that? What if she lets it slip to Dan that we were messin' around while he's at work? Then I'm really toast."
Helen looked at me for a moment. "Sit down," she ordered as she pushed me onto the sofa. "Let me tell you some things about Maggie."
Helen took a seat next to me and looked me in the eye. I tried to maintain eye contact, which was difficult considering that her tits were spilling out of her skimpy low-cut top. "Listen to me. You've got the wrong idea about Maggie. You think she's this prim and proper business woman with her expensive clothes, conservative hair style and reading glasses." Helen waved her finger at me. "No, no, no. Wipe that image out of your mind because that's not the real Maggie."
"Oh really?" I replied. "Who is the real Maggie?"
"Let me tell you," Helen said as she refilled our glasses. "The real Maggie is a cock teaser. You know those painter guys that she talks about? Well, last summer she'd lay around the pool in her skimpy bikini and let her big tits hang out. Those painters would look at her and get a real hard-on. Then she'd offer them lemonade and cookies while giving them a good look at her tits. She'd purposely let them sway back and forth right in front of their noses until the guys were drooling. Sound familiar?"
Well, she didn't tell me those details," I responded.
"No? Well, that's why I'm telling you this. So you'll know the real Maggie. Anyway, after the guy made a nice tent in his pants she'd make some little comment about how big and strong he is or something like that. Then she'd ask him to take it out so that she could see it. And she'd tell him to stroke it. Make it hard for her."
"Yeah, OK," I replied. "So you're telling me she likes to fuck around on Dan."
"Oh no!! I'm not saying that at all. She never lets them fuck her. In Maggie's world that would be cheating on Dan. No, they never get to fuck her. She may rub her pussy while the guy is stroking his dick. And she may wrap her hand around it and stroke it. But she won't let anybody but Dan fuck her."
"I see. So, that's why she told me that I couldn't fuck her."
"Exactly. She uses sexy guys to get her panties nice and wet. Then she waits for Dan to come home and jumps his bones and fucks the living s**t out of him. And while she's doin' Dan, she fantasizes about fucking the painter, handyman or whoever she's been playing with."
Helen settled back in the sofa, satisfied that she had told the whole story about what made Maggie tick. "I thought she was a cock teaser," I said after a moment.
Helen smiled. "You make that sound like a bad thing. Actually, everyone is a winner. She gets the guy off, Dan has amazing sex with his wife, and she has multiple orgasms. See? Everyone wins."
