Employing Laurie as my housekeeper turned out to be a great decision; she had turned my life around. I had so much more time for relaxation and attending to the more important things in life ... like satisfying Rose's propensity for sex; the woman's appetite was astounding! But more on that score in a minute. What truly amazed me was the affection I felt for her, despite our age gap and copious amounts of sex I really cared for her! She would always take the trouble to look inviting and alluring and please my every desire, especially when it came to the style of lingerie I liked. My opinion would be sought and we would either go shopping for new garments, or together we would select from specialist catalogues; it was like putting Dracula in charge of a blood bank!
Naturally, Rose spent a lot at my house and it was marvellous having her and Laurie around to brighten the place up, filling the entire house with their seductive female fragrances. The two women had no secrets from one another. They shared every intimate detail of Rose's lustful sex-life, and Rose remained adamant that Laurie was so enamoured by her intimate and graphic account of our love making that all I had to do was snap my fingers and she'd hop into my bed. However, I restrained myself - even though her fabulous big tits had me constantly wondering. I didn't know it at the time, but certain events would unfold that would bring us together quite naturally.
The only negative in my affair with Rose was that she would never sleep with me overnight, she would always return home however late it was. I raised this issue with Laurie who provided an explanation. Apparently, Rose didn't want me to see her first thing in the morning without make-up on or hair groomed. She maintained that her early morning appearance could destroy any affection I felt for her.
However, for all that trifling irritation, Rose constantly demanded attention and was always ready to slake her libidinous needs. Whether it was full on penetrative sex or just wanting an orgasm, I was always willing to oblige ... how gallant of me! I've lost count of the times she's wanted me to masturbate while she watched, or the occasions we'd bring ourselves off mutually; very special moments indeed. At these times, Rose would take up a position opposite me with her dress pulled up or removed altogether, depending on my mood, then pose seductively, or should I say lewdly, while I got on with my hand-job and she used her fingers or a vibrator.
We continued to explore every sexual avenue that presented itself. Then, whilst taking a break from our love-making one evening, Rose admitted that she'd love to try some role-playing, her particular fancy being as a maid or a nurse. I said it sounded a great idea and so Rose purchased the appropriate costumes and over a period of time we developed different scenarios.
In her role as a maid, Rose would dress in a short black satin dress that exposed white frilly panties and black stockings and suspenders, plus a white lacy cap. Her maturity was a key factor in this fantasy role-play, which made her look even more fabulous and desirable. I never knew what to expect when she opened the door to me when I called at her house, but if it was to be a fantasy maid's evening the action would invariably follow these lines.
Rose would invite me in and ask me to wait in the lounge while she told her mistress of my visit. Upon her return she would offer me a drink from a low table, which meant she had to bend over to prepare my drink, giving me the full effect of her frilly knickers and taut suspender straps. Then having given me the drink, Rose would use a feather duster to flit around dusting surfaces, always bending over for my benefit. If she dropped her feather duster, I would have to pick it up and run the shaft up and down between her thighs, eventually rubbing it over her pussy before handing it back to her ... and so on. There were many variations on this theme including Rose in the role of a serving maid, Rose as a chamber maid and a great double-up role, when she played a nurse, her mature body looking great in a uniform that didn't quite fit her.
The nurse's scenario went along these lines. Rose would welcome me at the door wearing a maid's outfit, usher me through to the lounge and ask me to wait for Nurse Rose. This would invariably take a few minutes while she changed costumes, and a time I would spend leafing through girly magazines, courtesy of Nurse Rose, to whet my appetite for what was about to happen.
Rose would take her time changing costumes and rearranging her hair and make-up, then enter the lounge carrying a clipboard and stethoscope. She would ask me what my problem was and, in character as her patient, I had answer her. My problems ranged from, the inability to get an erection, the ability to maintain an erection, not being able to orgasm ... and so on. I would be told to strip and stand before her while she examined my penis, which was usually erect by this time and, my balls. Rose's diagnosis and prescriptive treatment always entailed undoing her uniform and fingering herself while ordering me to masturbate in front of her. And when her mood became more intense, she ordered me to finger her pussy, which always led to a wild session of fucking. Being devoid of all inhibitions, they were wonderful, spontaneous times of sexual pleasure.
Further sexual shenanigans would take place in my office during the day; I could never ignore any opportunity to please Rose and make her cum. If she was standing beside me my fingers would creep underneath her skirt and find their way via her stocking tops to her pussy. Where, without any further foreplay, I would ease them between her wet, receptive lips and within a couple of minutes have her trembling against my hand.
At other times we might send dirty text messages, sometimes accompanied with a selfie. Rose would send one of her pussy asking if my cock would like to slip between her moist, pink flaps, or I would text something along the lines of, my cock would like a friend to play with, do you know of anyone? Rose would then reply that she knew a juicy cunt that wanted to play and could she bring it along to meet my friend.
Well, bearing in mind we were at work and could possibly be disturbed, it still didn't deter our frenzied fucking. Most of the time this took place with Rose leaning over my desk, skirt around her waist and panties pulled to one side, a position I became fond of as I loved the feel of her panties chafing my shaft while it pounded in and out of her cunt seeking a quick climax. And many's the time she answered the phone while we were fucking across the desk!
On other occasions I'd return to the office from a meeting elsewhere in the building to find Rose bending over, hands braced against my desk with skirt pulled up and wearing no panties. She would order me to kneel and lick between her arse cheeks, wanting me to push my tongue into her hole ... her words, not mine! Then have me lick out her pussy and suck on her clit and when she felt wet enough, order me to fuck her. These were dangerous but extremely passionate times for us, which gave the actual sex-act a highly erotic edge and many mutually satisfying orgasms.
Away from shagging Rose at every opportunity, my domestic life was another seething cauldron of lust. At home, Laurie had established a routine that fitted perfectly with my daily life, starting at breakfast time. It didn't matter how early she appeared, Laurie would always be neatly attired, usually in a dress that was carefully chosen to highlight the size and shape of her breasts and, if I was lucky, a cleavage to stare into. She was always sparing with her make-up and smelling sweetly of a natural perfume, so you can imagine how my senses were awakened on a daily basis.
Today was a cleavage day and we were seated at the table having breakfast together. I was staring into the fabulous abyss between her breasts thrilled at the glimpse of the blue lacy edging adorning her bra, when she explained that some extra help with the general cleaning duties would be appreciated, and could she hire someone. I said that if the domestic budget would stand it, then go ahead. Well, it turned out that the extra pair of hands she engaged belonged to a young friend of hers called, Kate, a nice looking young woman with a slim, shapely body not unlike my ex-wife's'.
Then came the unbelievable events that transformed my relationship with Laurie, and all thanks to a violent thunderstorm. That evening we had dined together and then watched some crap on television before turning in. But as I lay in bed exchanging dirty text messages with Rose, a rainstorm began. Gentle at first, it quickly developed into a torrential downpour, accompanied by thunder and lightening, which made sleeping impossible, so I went down to the kitchen for a glass of milk. Ascending the stairs on the way back, I heard a soft scream from Laurie's bedroom following a particularly heavy clap of thunder. I got to the top of the stairs just as her bedroom door flew open revealing her silhouetted against the light from a bedside lamp. She rushed toward me fear on her face, her wonderful breasts bouncing and rippling energetically beneath a camisole top that was the top half of a pyjama set; instinctively I held out my arms to embrace her.
"Steven, I hate thunder and lightening." She said quietly. "It frightens me. I was just coming to find you until it's all over." Laurie stepped closer to me and I put my arms around her.
