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A Workout After Working Out

Date: 8/9/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

looked at me. "I have a small cleaning business. Mostly I do businesses like the gym, but I also do some houses. One of my customers is a well-to-do couple with a nice house out at the edge of town. The gentleman has been trying to seduce me for quite a while. His wife has hinted that I might enjoy becoming his friend. We both know what she means." She paused to take a drink, and to see if I was judging her for better or for worse. I tried to keep looking friendly. "Then one night last month, the wife and I were talking about food, and I agreed to cook a meal for her. He showed up, and I ended up making dinner for all of us, and they loved it." That was definitely not where I thought the story was headed. "Now the wife thinks that I should move in and live rent free in their spare bedroom and become their cook. I would still clean, but she says I would be free to enjoy other benefits as well." That seemed more in line with where I thought she was going. "Then it all gets complicated. I have been living with my daughter for a long time, but I need to move out soon. I don't know if I trust their motives and I don't know if I trust myself." "You know his desire," I pointed out, "but do you really know his motives? And how is it that you don't trust your own self?" "I don't know what they want for sure. He wants a playmate. She probably wants someone to occupy him, but someone she can control. They will still pay me for cooking and cleaning, so I am trading favors for free ... rent." "I can see where you wouldn't ask your daughter for advice on this," I teased. "Don't you have a best friend you to talk to?" "Yes," she said indignantly. "But she says I should trust my instincts, which I don't." "Why not?" She stopped to consider her words again. I still did not see how advice from a stranger like me was going to help. Finally, she said, "My husband left me five years ago. He married a skinny little twig of a woman with no boobs." I couldn't help but to glance at her full figured chest. "His loss," I suggested. She blushed a bit. "He said so many mean things to me over the years, and I maybe believed him. Steve looks at me like you did earlier, and says so many nice things. I want to believe him, but I am not sure. What if he just wants a toy to play with? What if he tires of me and they kick me out? It's been forever since I had sex, and when he looks at me like that and says those things, I get all flustered and I can't think. I don't trust my instincts, because my instincts just want to get laid." Suddenly she was shocked by the words coming out of her mouth, and she blushed deeply. I couldn't help but asking, "Is that what you want from me?" I intended my question as a joke, to tease her and to lighten the mood. "No!" she cried out, as if I had completely offended her. I think she realized how harsh she sounded. Softly, she added, "Maybe?" I caught her eyes and said, "No worries. I meant that as a joke. What were you hoping I could do for you?" She ...