A few years ago when I was 42 I went to work for a retired company director who lived in a big old house. He was a fit looking 60 plus guy with grey not white hair. Upstairs his wife was in bed with some sort of incurable cancer and getting round the clock care.

Downstairs, 3 days a week, I cleaned the kitchen and some other rooms, plus laundry and ironing. From day one he gave me the eye. When he gave me my weekly envelope of money he stood real close. He knew I was married, and asked me all sorts of things. Had I ever cheated on my husband. I said no which wasn't strictly true. Were we still doing it. I said once a month.

I know I'm a nuisance asking you all these things he said, but I answered I didn't give a stuff what we talked about. One day I was doing the washing up and he moaned about not getting anything these days because of her illness, and I said he could always buy whatever he wanted and he said he hated the thought of a professional slut.

Another when I sat at the kitchen table with a coffee and apple he said the greatest sex was oral, his wife did it for him in the old days and it was the one thing thing he really missed. Did I do that for my husband ? I said I hadn't done it for many many years. Spit or swallow ? Swallow, no mess that way. I get the urges and no relief he said. Pity you can't help me he added.

I said how much you offering, which shocked him greatly since he thought he was going to get it for nothing.

I knew he could easily afford it, so I said what with the mortgage we could do with a little generosity. Of course he came around and we discussed what I would do for him, which turned out to be pretty much anything except anal, and how much I wanted. Didn't take long to settle the details.

When can we start he asked. Right now if you want it. So he took me to his den or study, whatever these things are called, where there was a big old leather sofa. He sat down, lounging back and I got on my knees between his legs and opened his trousers, getting out his solid cock and gave him a blow job. I took it easy, using a lot of tongue and lips, getting him close to blowing and then backing off and letting him cool down a bit, playing with his balls. Then a bit more deep throat till he started to squirm and caught his thick spurts in my mouth.

Shit you're fucking good he said.

Then we got nude and he went down on me, sucking on my clit which he did pretty well before he fucked me in different positions. All of which was perfectly nice, giving me some hot flushes and muscle contractions.

I said to my husband the boss wants me to work an extra day per week but I wasn't in the mood and he got a bit shitty. For fuck's sake, get it while you can he said.

So at work we settled into our sex sessions. Driving there I would get itchy for his cock. First oral, maybe a 69, then fucking, one or two long nice fucks, which was good going for him. A good position was when he laid me face down on the sofa and fucked me from behind, saying he could pretend he was doing me up the arse. It was easy with a pillow or cushion under my hips. I could feel his cock moving in me and even close my legs a bit and squeeze down on it feeling its thickness. First time ever I'd done it in this position and I grew to love it.

So too the pussy licking, he always wanted to go down on me saying he loved how juicy my pussy was. The orgasms were very sweet.

But all good things come to an end.After 5 months his wife passed on and he sold up, the house and everything and went to Queensland. I remember sitting in my car watching all his stuff go into furniture vans. He never gave me a decent reason as to why he decided to move there.

Maybe he got sick of paying for it.