I am finally really retired now. Many years of the retail grocery business, and about a decade of driving cab finished it out. It was a fine run, too.

My wife passed away unexpectantly about five years ago. It was due to breast cancer. For crying out loud, why can’t medical science do something about it? Two things that fed our babies and provided years of my enjoyment with her, killed her. If that isn’t sadly ironic, I don’t know what is. And from reading the newspapers, this is way too common, too. So, many guys losing their loved ones to this scourge that hits on a very personal level.

And to top it off, we had a challenging time in raising our children financially. We always wanted her home to anchor things there and mostly accomplished that. But, after she died, I both got a bequest from my father and won some cash in the LOTTO. Go figure, we could have taken the vacation that we always dreamed of, if she had only not had two breasts that turned against her. Sometimes, I feel really guilty for having survived her. She worked so hard to give us a happy home. I miss her terribly.

In the years since that tragedy, I have come to somewhat of a peace with it. She would never have wanted me to be unhappy and paralyzingly sad. She would have been alright with me missing her, though. Just not let it take away any fun and happiness for the rest of my life. She was so much a better person than I was, but I tried very hard to take good care of her and our children. She was very appreciative of my efforts and made sure that I was ‘taken care of,’ also. She was a wonderful lover.

So, with a bucket full of money, I decided to not let it just sit stale, or be something for my dear children to fight over, when I kick the bucket, too. I bought one of the restored lovely mansions in the south part of Big City. It is huge with four full floors, a full finished basement and an unfinished attic. The restorers did such a fine job on the building and grounds that nothing needs to be done with it, except to keep up with the maintenance and improving appliances into the future.

When I left my condo, I gave away all of the things I had there, except for my memory units and guitar. And the clothes on my back, also. And then I had a provider friend of mine accompany me on a buying spurge to furnish the house and fill in my closet. We made it to Best Buy also, to order up the delivery of a powerful computer system and a large screen T.V. to run off cable and also the computer. The Geek Squad would be coming to hook it all up, test fire it and leave written instructions on how to use it.

The next day, we went grocery shopping and that store delivers now, too. In walking by the store after spending a bunch on food, we passed a small jewelry store and I led her in and bought her a very nice diamond necklace. She was stunned with that, since I had been paying her hourly rate in not intimate care, on this occasion. That night she stayed over and showed me how much she appreciated me and the gift. I would like that again, but I hope not as expensively.

With me settled in all alone in a wonderful house, my mind turned to what would I do then. I didn’t want to bother with unwanted visitors trying to get cash handouts, because I had the funds and they didn’t, so I contacted the local hiring agency and asked for a recommendation of a live-in butler and companion that was of good character and in on the ropes of that profession. It just happened that they had several, and since he had been one of my cabbing customers, out of considerations of some lovely trips together, he told me that he was sending over the best one.

When he walked in, he stood very straight in the manner of a military bearing. I recognized it, since I had been there and done that. It turned out to be the Marines. He had been discharged with one leg and a prosthetic that wasn’t noticeable to me. I guessed that if someone was stupid enough to harass him, he would either give the guy that slight advantage to try to even things out or take it off and beat him senseless with it.

I asked him why he was doing this, since I knew that he was getting a pretty good retirement income himself. But he said that he liked to keep busy and lost all desire for a place of his own when his wife, a fellow soldier in the Army passed away in action. It was only him and his daughter left of their family. So, I asked for his resume and told him that I would look into things and let him know soon.

Before he left, he asked if his daughter might stay also in the house and take up the duties of the maid. He mentioned that she had just turned eighteen and was stalled as to her future, not wanting to go to college yet, get married or have an outside job. I told him that I would look into that, also. And we parted with a firm handshaking. I sure hoped that he would pass a background check, I liked him from the start.

It took a week for a local security company to put all of the pieces together, while a local temp agency filled in. And the news was very gratifying, both of them passed with flying colors, so I texted him for them to move in as soon as they could.

When they moved in, he immediately got into his butler threads and took up his station at the front door or anywhere that I needed him. Turned away two sets of annoyances the first day, too. And Mabel, Jermaine’s daughter, got right into her maid costume, a French type with a tight bodice, short and flaring skirt and the cutest black dress panties that I have ever seen. She did wear a very sensible pair of shoes, though. When she passed her father, he was about to laugh in glee at her, but choked it off, along with me.

Since, both of them had the run of the house, except for my locked private office, she wandered around the mansion to get a feel for where things were and what she might have to do. And then she asked to interview me as to her duties. She had a tablet and pen with her and I outlined what her duties would be. She would essentially be a fetch and help kind of specialist with very light cleaning duties. Mostly dusting and bit of light vacuuming. I would still have the cleaning company come in once a week to do a thorough once over of all of the lived-in spaces. She informed me that she was only qualified to make snacks and a few simple meals, so a steady cook was on the docket, also. And that was filled in the next three days from the same agency that provided my new butler and maid. She would be a dayworker, since she was part of a family and a wife and mother in it.

Jermaine and Mabel each took one of the bedrooms on the fourth floor to keep the lower floor’s bedrooms free for whatever occupancy that I desired. It was my determination to never sexually bother the daughter. Not just because her father was here, too. I was going to adopt a sort of British manner with the help, but in a very dignified and respectful mode.

With a nephew of Jermaine’s keeping the grounds in order, I had a tight little group to take care of my residence for sure.

Being seventy and in very good health, I began to consider what else I could do to fill in my life from then on. With a lot of financial resources, I could do pretty much what I wanted. And one thing I wanted after five years of mourning my dear late wife, was another lady in my life and bed.

So, I sweated for several days on an advertisement that I was going to put on a local notices board to try to attract some candidates for this position, also. It turned out to be about five hundred words long. I was so proud of my effort and then while looking it over, Mabel came into the office, uninvited. This was very unusual and a bit peeving to me, so I enlisted her to sit down and read my advertisement and give me suggestions. So, she did so. And this is what resulted:

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Local retired man of mature years desires interviews with women, probably of years eighteen to thirty-five, to provide affections and companionship. Only respectful responders will be considered.

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I couldn’t help noticing that it only had about thirty words and very well covered the situation. And when I looked up at Mabel’s pretty face, she added, “Lunch is ready, I came in only to let you know that, because evidently your intercom is turned off.”

“Oh!!!” was all I could get out on that. But I did get up to walk with her to the dining room.

The first response was a gal that sent a picture over email (Think of a young Dinah Shore, but taller.) I sent an inquiry back, is this you and how old is the picture? And to verify that it was a real person and not an internet-bot, I asked what her cat’s name was and for a current picture with her holding a recent newspaper. If they are a real person, they will give the name or let me know that they don’t have a cat. If they don’t answer the question, it is pretty close to infinity that it is a ‘bot.’ And the newspaper-included picture helps to ensure that the picture of her is recent.

Her answers were, “Yes!” “Yesterday.” “Pinky.” “Will do!”

I have to admit that I was worried about a grown woman that named her cat, “Pinky.” Hehehehehe! But the picture showed a beautiful blond lady that was somewhere between twenty-two and thirty-five in age. I sent back the message that she had just won a free interview with me. And I got a smiley face back and a request as to when. “A.S.A.P.” was my answer. ‘Tomorrow about noon at the local Shari’s’ was her suggestion, and a smiley face back to her, was mine.

I arrived first and waved her over when she came through the door, and she looked exactly like the picture.

I got up and seated her and she looked me over and remarked, “Hmmmm, a man with manners and extremely well-preserved.” I love compliments and blushed appropriately. She noticed and reached over to pinch my cheek. Uh, the one on my face.

We discussed a number of neutral subjects as we sipped our tea, her choice. And I found her to be conversational, intelligent and affable. So, I told her that the ‘in depth’ interview would be at my home. She looked a bit askance at that, probably thinking that she would have to do a body interview with the oral one. But I had no intentions of sponsoring that. Wasn’t going to turn it down, either.

When she arrived and we repaired to my in-home office with a locked door, I first ran over some of the rules of the house: No male visitors at all, female ones with my permission and respect to the staff. She was told that her only responsibility in the house was to be my friend, companion and so forth. If she wanted to help, it wouldn’t be turned down. And a meal at her hands would be welcome whenever she was in the mood. Even with her responsibilities to me, she would have considerable time for her outside interests. And whatever goes on outside of my environs was her business, not mine.

Then I asked her to turn off her cell phone and any other electronic device that she had, because the masking generator that I was then going to start up would fry any electronics that were operating. She turned off her cell, but I guessed that she had another recorder on her for her own security, and if so, it would be trash when she checked on it at her current home.

Then we got down to ‘brass tacks’ about what her services to me would entail. She would be expected to accompany me on any social occasion, spend at least four hours a day in companionship, sleep with me at least five nights a week and have one B.J. date a week and one full-menu date a week. And then I related to her that I like all of the usual things, plus anal. She flinched a bit at that, but then straightened out to continue listening. I then mentioned that I never use condoms, and that seemed like it was going to quickly terminate the interview, but she bucked up and it continued.

For her lover companionship to me, she would get five hundred a week for her personal expenses and an equal amount credited to an investment account for her that would be locked up till she either married or got her Social Security in her future. I did inform her that if she fell short of her responsibilities for the previous week to the payment, that it could be docked an appropriate amount if it was justified by me. And then I invited her to ask, any question that she had about the arrangement.

Her only question was, “Will I really be required to have sex with you regularly?”

“Yes, that is the purpose of the arrangement and the justification of the financial return to you, since you will also be getting free room and board along with the regular funds. And your only in-home responsibility is to be my affectionate lover. If you are not accepting of that, then I guess that the interview is over and I will let you out with my good wishes for your future that I will have nothing to do with.”

That sat her back in her chair and then she moved to open her clothing for a closer inspection of my eyes. But I shook my head and told her that that wouldn’t be expected at this time. I was taking it for granted that the body under the clothing was commensurate with the lady that I saw before me. And she smiled at that.

So, I gave her two introduction cards, one of Blossom the uber lawyer of Big City and now a judge and the Sterling Detective agency for them to check her out without having to share any of her personal information to me, yet. She took them and I bet with myself as to whether this would work out.

She made the appointments and the reports back from each were very favorable. There was some evidence, though, that she did escort when her finances got short. But nothing else was noted and I decided to give her a chance and gave her an email inviting her to stay for the next three months to see if it would work out, with me covering the expenses of her living space for the duration of her trial stay.

And she moved in on Monday as invited, she had six moving boxes and a wheeled travel case with her. Plenty to begin our little experiment. The cat, Pinky, wandered in with her on the last round-trip for the luggage. Curiously, it was not pink, nor did it have any pink on it.

I let her get settled in with her things, and then had a little heart to heart with her. I mentioned that Tuesdays would be the regular B.J. date and Fridays the full menu one. But that I would allow a couple of weeks to forgo that until she got used to me. And her response was that she appreciated that, but would likely start her intimate services to me sooner.

We have dinner at six sharp each evening except for Sundays that are leftovers and entrees as a buffet. And all of the staff at the table, except for the cook, who is gone to be with her own family by the time that dinner is served. She would leave the table set for us, though. And Jermaine and Mabel would move the cooked dishes and the cold ones on to the table and then join our merry group for a convivial meal.

When Gwendolyn, the new lady of the house, made her first appearance at our household’s dinner table, she made a spectacular one. She was dressed as if she was going out on the town. Her blond hair, out of a bottle but done extremely well, was glowing and arranged very well. Her clothing and how she wore it, was impeccable. Her manner was as a queen, who was so sure of herself that she didn’t have to look down on anyone else. She carried on light banter and truly intellectual discussions very well, and the staff of the house was thoroughly enchanted with her.

After the meal that was very fine, we moved to our responsibilities and Mabel moved the dishes and loaded up the dishwasher. Then she put away the left overs that would be saved to the buffet on Sunday. Jermaine moved back to the front door butler’s closet to watch out for things there until nine P.M. when the front door lights went off and a lighted sign informed any incomer that the house was closed down for the night.

As the others went about their tasks, Gwen and I repaired to the viewing room to watch the evening news. I took up a place on the sectional and left her decision up to her where she would reside. She chose my comfort rocker and I made no issue of it. In fact, after the news was over in its first iteration, I handed the controller over to her to select what she wanted to view for the rest of the evening. I was planning on moving to my media room/office if the selections were too far off of my interest level. And the first one was a travelogue, of which I am seldom interested, because I never had any plans to travel anywhere. I liked where I lived.

So, with her interest level on medium high, I excused myself to my office and noted that I might return before bedtime, if something of my general interest came up on the screen. I am able to monitor what is being shown from my office when I want to and this is necessary, because it is far across the house from the viewing room.

She showed no irritation at my leaving, and in fact as I was leaving, Mabel joined her and they seemed to get along very well. So, I left them to their T.V. interests and wandered off to my office.

I then took care of my internet responsibilities and dabbled in some light-hearted porn. I don’t like the meanspirited ones. I have always admired women and except for a prodigious sexual appetite, have never wanted to annoy them at all. My now deceased wife had been able to balance this out and I was curious as to how Gwen would do so.

At about nine P.M. I got the notification that one of my very favorite shows was about to start on the main viewing T.V., so I moved back to the room and Gwen now on the sectional made room for me to sit next to her. When I took my place next to her, she looked me in the eyes and took my nearest hand into her own and gave attentions to the show. It was a weekly You Tube special that accumulated the best of the talent shows acts around the world for the previous week and amalgamated them into one two-hour show each week of the year. It turned out that she and I liked the same kinds of acts.

Our very favorite of the night was a supposed wild bird act, that was actually a puppet with a middle-aged and regular looking guy as the ventriloquist. And as part of the act, it would poop on the stage floor anytime a key word or words would be inadvertently be uttered by the guy. Sounds stupid, but was done very cutely. We were both in hearty laughter together over it, and it tugged at my heartstrings to have a lovely female enjoying it with me again after five years of womanly absence, except for my provider friend.

When the show was over, she rose with me to move to her bedroom/sitting room to prepare for bed. She notified me that she would be sleeping with me that night. With or without sex, I was truly looking forward to that.

When she entered my room, she was in fluffy slippers, a regal night gown and an over-robe against the chilling night air of the house. She was stunning, and then hung the robe up on an available hook on the closet door and then moved to the bedside to show herself off to me.

With her in the nightgown, it was even more obvious that she was a lithe woman, medium tall at five feet-ten inches to my same height and built like a championship beach volleyballer. Wowser, what a fine looking woman!

But, as the light caught her up to the side of the bed, and she turned for my inspection, I could see severe scarring on her upper arm, shoulder and across her back in the area of where a bra strap would be. This probably explained why she didn’t wear bras, even though she had ‘B’ Plus breasts. I felt like I was getting a test here to see my reaction to all of this. Since, I have not met a perfect woman in my life, with no perfect men either, I was impressed by her courage in doing this and unmoved as to its meaning to me, except as it being part of her. So, I just nodded to her to join me in the bed and I could feel, not hear her sigh of relief at this reaction by me.

She detected that I was interested in it, but not put off at all. So, as she cuddled up to me, she looked me in the eyes and informed me that it was due to a camping adventure that went very wrong, and that she was one of only two of the family that had survived it. There was a small tear at that. And I pulled her up into my arms to gently sleep the night away.

The next morning, after a joint breakfast, she kissed me and left for duties unknown. I had no idea of what this was about, but she got into her cute little Volkswagen Bug and drove off. But, since she had passed both of the judge’s and the security agency’s examinations into her background, I felt that it was not a threat to our growing relationship. She would tell me in due time, if she decided to and I would make no issue of it in the meantime. Besides, I had my own duties to care for in the morning.

She got back home in time for lunch at twelve-thirty in the afternoon. And she seemed very relaxed and attentive to me. She insisted on sitting right next to me and had her hand on my arm or lap through the whole thing, except when she needed both hands in the eating and drinking.

After watching the latest new episode of America’s Got Talent that evening, we headed to bed and she showed up in a sleeping getup that if worn regularly would have guaranteed that she got little sleep. But this was our ‘Oral Fest’ night so that was okay.

Since, I still believe in ‘Ladies First,’ after all of these years, I got her in position with first her on her back and later with her on her knees and gave some magnum attentions to her pussy and clit. She thanked me with a well-placed climax and lovely words.

Then she went to work on me with me on my back, and it was wonderful. She didn’t depend on just a movement of her mouth, but kept the tongue in continual play with the shaft and used very strong sucking on the out strokes. I came soon enough for her and she took it down her throat with no issues at all.

Then with our remaining energy, we settled into a half an hour of ‘69’ with her on top. If we hadn’t been worn out then, we would still be doing it up to now, since it was so much fun without the strong desire to cum. We had both already done that, so we were happy to just give each other the extended pleasures and that was more than good enough for each. Then we fell asleep in some semblance of cuddling for the night.

The next day, which was a Wednesday, was her day off. One of two for each week. The other being Sunday. And she was gone all day until late evening and then came in to partake in a snack and retire to her room for the night. When she got up in the middle of the night for some unmentioned reason, she did make her way into my room and kissed me as I slumbered.

Thursday was a normal day, without anything of notice, but on Friday she disappeared until noon again. That night which was supposed to be the sexual free for all for the week, for this first week was just made up of comfy hugging caressing and intimate talk. Nothing profound at all, just private moments of feelings, that in our case were growing quickly.

Saturday, we went out for dinner and attended a gala event at the gorgeous Mt. Beaver Theater. We got a lot of attentions, because rumors had been circulating around the town about us. But we were silent on any personal info, however very conversant on most anything else. If asked, we would just say that we were associating at this time and leave it at that. She cuddled up to me in the car on the way home, a wonderful way to end a splendid day.

On Sunday she disappeared for the whole day again with no explanation, but I was determined to keep my word and promise to myself to be patient and leave her alone with her outside responsibilities.

The second week went very much like the first one, and Friday was again a friendly and affectionate bedtime, but I felt the attraction building up, so I figured that the ‘full monty’ was coming soon.

On the third week, she started to leave the home in the morning at ten instead of eight, and with the full days on Wednesday and Sunday, this is the pattern that she adopted from then on.

This week on Friday evening, she was ready for the full treatment, and so with her coming to my bed naked, to my delight, we moved on to the kinds of things that I enjoy so much. And when she was on her back with her hips elevated with a cushion, I thought that I might just sink into her forever and live there for eternity, I was so moved by it. I could see in her eyes, that she was moved by it, too. I don’t think that we moved more than an inch apart for the whole night.

At the end of the three-month trial period, she announced to me that she needed to move back into her home for a while to sort things out in her mind. She said that I had been wonderful and if it didn’t work out, that she would remember our time together as long as she lived. Then she remarked that what had happened between us, was a lot less than what she feared it would be, and a lot more than she hoped for. She just needed time to sort things out and decide where she wanted to go with the rest of her life. She did leave the cat behind, though. So, it would not get confused if she returned permanently. It sucked up to Mable for the time being. And Mabel supplied the pink on the cat, a groovy cat sweater.

I didn’t hear from her for a month. During that time, my provider friend took it upon herself to fluff me up at her place, so I wouldn’t suffer too much to have seemingly lost such a dear soul in my life.

Then Gwen called and asked me to join her for a very private talk at an isolated corner of the very popular bayside park of the town, just a few blocks away. I walked to meet her there (In case I was too broke up to drive back home.) And when I arrived, I saw her Beetle parked in the lot and her sitting at the children’s play area with some kind of exotic coffee creation being consumed by her.

When she saw me, she moved quickly to meet with me, seeing that I was a bit winded from the walk, though it was all downhill. She put her arms around my shoulders and gathered me up to move to the designated spot. And she asked how I was. My answer was that I was okay, except for missing her so much. She said nothing, but nodded at that.

With us settled down on a blanket that she had brought, she at first sat a bit away from me. It looked all the world like this was going to lead where I feared. With her withdrawing from my life permanently.

Then she opened with, “I have a few things to share with you now. They might reflect on how you view me, but you need to know them if we are to have any future together. First of all, I have thought thru very carefully about our time together and have found it to have been far beyond any of my hopeful expectations. You were a real dear and I got to feel very strongly about you.

When I came to you, I was still doing a bit of escorting, to help meet my expenses, and so the first two weeks were involved in seeing each of my six regulars to let them know I was breaking things off with them to dedicate my time with you (unnamed to them.) They were really excited about that and while sad to leave off with me, they were happy that I seemed to be exuberant about my future from then on.

When we first met, I mentioned that the scars on my back were from a camping fire that went bad and that of my family, only two survived. It was me and my brother, but he was burned very much worse than I was. He almost died and fought for his life for months before things settled down. But because of the scarring and other damage done to him, he is mostly an invalid and lives in a convalescent home. So, the later part of each morning and my full days off were spent with him. I would read with him, watch our favorite T.V. shows together and talk about them. And tell stories. I feel like I am a lifeline to him and continue as such up to this day. I was fearful that you might resent the time that I was giving him. But in thinking over the way that you have treated me, I seriously doubt that. Even with your considerable responsibilities of me to you, you were actually very understanding and that seemed to smooth the path between us rather rapidly.

So, that is all of the further things that you should know about. I hope that they will not spoil things between us!”

And with that, she leaned back on her arms awaiting my response to all of this.

I looked into her tearful eyes and emphatically told her that I didn’t care about the guys, but hoped that they would find comfort elsewhere, just like I did before meeting her. And as far as her brother, I would never interfere with her effort to comfort and take care of him, as their only live relatives from a previously large family.

I told her that I wanted her back home, and asked when she would arrive. She with a smile said Monday. It would give her time to close up her apartment and move the rest of her things to my place. And then we collapsed into each other’s arms for a tearful rejoining celebration. She then drove me home.

When she was again reestablished in our place, I inquired if she would like to move Denny, her brother, to our home for him to be closer and part of a larger family. She said that it would be nice, but he had a fellow patient as a lover and didn’t want to give her up. That evaporated in the months later, because of her being moved to another state by her family, and so he then agreed to join us and our growing family. During the time between then and when she came back, I got her pregnant to her delight. At least I was young enough to see him graduate from high school. She would have to care for him after that alone.

And of all things, as Denny integrated himself into the family, Mable the little maid came to become very much intrigued with him, and they eventually married and added a couple kids to Gwen’s and my two. The house was rocking then.

We settled in for the long run, and I couldn’t think of a time in my life that I had felt better about things.

And Pinky by her actions, welcomed Gwen back but let her know that she would be splitting her time with Mabel, too. I lightly laughed about that behind my hands.

I am finally really retired now. Many years of the retail grocery business, and about a decade of driving cab finished it out. It was a fine run, too.

My wife passed away unexpectantly about five years ago. It was due to breast cancer. For crying out loud, why can’t medical science do something about it? Two things that fed our babies and provided years of my enjoyment with her, killed her. If that isn’t sadly ironic, I don’t know what is. And from reading the newspapers, this is way too common, too. So, many guys losing their loved ones to this scourge that hits on a very personal level.

And to top it off, we had a challenging time in raising our children financially. We always wanted her home to anchor things there and mostly accomplished that. But, after she died, I both got a bequest from my father and won some cash in the LOTTO. Go figure, we could have taken the vacation that we always dreamed of, if she had only not had two breasts that turned against her. Sometimes, I feel really guilty for having survived her. She worked so hard to give us a happy home. I miss her terribly.

In the years since that tragedy, I have come to somewhat of a peace with it. She would never have wanted me to be unhappy and paralyzingly sad. She would have been alright with me missing her, though. Just not let it take away any fun and happiness for the rest of my life. She was so much a better person than I was, but I tried very hard to take good care of her and our children. She was very appreciative of my efforts and made sure that I was ‘taken care of,’ also. She was a wonderful lover.

So, with a bucket full of money, I decided to not let it just sit stale, or be something for my dear children to fight over, when I kick the bucket, too. I bought one of the restored lovely mansions in the south part of Big City. It is huge with four full floors, a full finished basement and an unfinished attic. The restorers did such a fine job on the building and grounds that nothing needs to be done with it, except to keep up with the maintenance and improving appliances into the future.

When I left my condo, I gave away all of the things I had there, except for my memory units and guitar. And the clothes on my back, also. And then I had a provider friend of mine accompany me on a buying spurge to furnish the house and fill in my closet. We made it to Best Buy also, to order up the delivery of a powerful computer system and a large screen T.V. to run off cable and also the computer. The Geek Squad would be coming to hook it all up, test fire it and leave written instructions on how to use it.

The next day, we went grocery shopping and that store delivers now, too. In walking by the store after spending a bunch on food, we passed a small jewelry store and I led her in and bought her a very nice diamond necklace. She was stunned with that, since I had been paying her hourly rate in not intimate care, on this occasion. That night she stayed over and showed me how much she appreciated me and the gift. I would like that again, but I hope not as expensively.

With me settled in all alone in a wonderful house, my mind turned to what would I do then. I didn’t want to bother with unwanted visitors trying to get cash handouts, because I had the funds and they didn’t, so I contacted the local hiring agency and asked for a recommendation of a live-in butler and companion that was of good character and in on the ropes of that profession. It just happened that they had several, and since he had been one of my cabbing customers, out of considerations of some lovely trips together, he told me that he was sending over the best one.

When he walked in, he stood very straight in the manner of a military bearing. I recognized it, since I had been there and done that. It turned out to be the Marines. He had been discharged with one leg and a prosthetic that wasn’t noticeable to me. I guessed that if someone was stupid enough to harass him, he would either give the guy that slight advantage to try to even things out or take it off and beat him senseless with it.

I asked him why he was doing this, since I knew that he was getting a pretty good retirement income himself. But he said that he liked to keep busy and lost all desire for a place of his own when his wife, a fellow soldier in the Army passed away in action. It was only him and his daughter left of their family. So, I asked for his resume and told him that I would look into things and let him know soon.

Before he left, he asked if his daughter might stay also in the house and take up the duties of the maid. He mentioned that she had just turned eighteen and was stalled as to her future, not wanting to go to college yet, get married or have an outside job. I told him that I would look into that, also. And we parted with a firm handshaking. I sure hoped that he would pass a background check, I liked him from the start.

It took a week for a local security company to put all of the pieces together, while a local temp agency filled in. And the news was very gratifying, both of them passed with flying colors, so I texted him for them to move in as soon as they could.

When they moved in, he immediately got into his butler threads and took up his station at the front door or anywhere that I needed him. Turned away two sets of annoyances the first day, too. And Mabel, Jermaine’s daughter, got right into her maid costume, a French type with a tight bodice, short and flaring skirt and the cutest black dress panties that I have ever seen. She did wear a very sensible pair of shoes, though. When she passed her father, he was about to laugh in glee at her, but choked it off, along with me.

Since, both of them had the run of the house, except for my locked private office, she wandered around the mansion to get a feel for where things were and what she might have to do. And then she asked to interview me as to her duties. She had a tablet and pen with her and I outlined what her duties would be. She would essentially be a fetch and help kind of specialist with very light cleaning duties. Mostly dusting and bit of light vacuuming. I would still have the cleaning company come in once a week to do a thorough once over of all of the lived-in spaces. She informed me that she was only qualified to make snacks and a few simple meals, so a steady cook was on the docket, also. And that was filled in the next three days from the same agency that provided my new butler and maid. She would be a dayworker, since she was part of a family and a wife and mother in it.

Jermaine and Mabel each took one of the bedrooms on the fourth floor to keep the lower floor’s bedrooms free for whatever occupancy that I desired. It was my determination to never sexually bother the daughter. Not just because her father was here, too. I was going to adopt a sort of British manner with the help, but in a very dignified and respectful mode.

With a nephew of Jermaine’s keeping the grounds in order, I had a tight little group to take care of my residence for sure.

Being seventy and in very good health, I began to consider what else I could do to fill in my life from then on. With a lot of financial resources, I could do pretty much what I wanted. And one thing I wanted after five years of mourning my dear late wife, was another lady in my life and bed.

So, I sweated for several days on an advertisement that I was going to put on a local notices board to try to attract some candidates for this position, also. It turned out to be about five hundred words long. I was so proud of my effort and then while looking it over, Mabel came into the office, uninvited. This was very unusual and a bit peeving to me, so I enlisted her to sit down and read my advertisement and give me suggestions. So, she did so. And this is what resulted:

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Local retired man of mature years desires interviews with women, probably of years eighteen to thirty-five, to provide affections and companionship. Only respectful responders will be considered.

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I couldn’t help noticing that it only had about thirty words and very well covered the situation. And when I looked up at Mabel’s pretty face, she added, “Lunch is ready, I came in only to let you know that, because evidently your intercom is turned off.”

“Oh!!!” was all I could get out on that. But I did get up to walk with her to the dining room.

The first response was a gal that sent a picture over email (Think of a young Dinah Shore, but taller.) I sent an inquiry back, is this you and how old is the picture? And to verify that it was a real person and not an internet-bot, I asked what her cat’s name was and for a current picture with her holding a recent newspaper. If they are a real person, they will give the name or let me know that they don’t have a cat. If they don’t answer the question, it is pretty close to infinity that it is a ‘bot.’ And the newspaper-included picture helps to ensure that the picture of her is recent.

Her answers were, “Yes!” “Yesterday.” “Pinky.” “Will do!”

I have to admit that I was worried about a grown woman that named her cat, “Pinky.” Hehehehehe! But the picture showed a beautiful blond lady that was somewhere between twenty-two and thirty-five in age. I sent back the message that she had just won a free interview with me. And I got a smiley face back and a request as to when. “A.S.A.P.” was my answer. ‘Tomorrow about noon at the local Shari’s’ was her suggestion, and a smiley face back to her, was mine.

I arrived first and waved her over when she came through the door, and she looked exactly like the picture.

I got up and seated her and she looked me over and remarked, “Hmmmm, a man with manners and extremely well-preserved.” I love compliments and blushed appropriately. She noticed and reached over to pinch my cheek. Uh, the one on my face.

We discussed a number of neutral subjects as we sipped our tea, her choice. And I found her to be conversational, intelligent and affable. So, I told her that the ‘in depth’ interview would be at my home. She looked a bit askance at that, probably thinking that she would have to do a body interview with the oral one. But I had no intentions of sponsoring that. Wasn’t going to turn it down, either.

When she arrived and we repaired to my in-home office with a locked door, I first ran over some of the rules of the house: No male visitors at all, female ones with my permission and respect to the staff. She was told that her only responsibility in the house was to be my friend, companion and so forth. If she wanted to help, it wouldn’t be turned down. And a meal at her hands would be welcome whenever she was in the mood. Even with her responsibilities to me, she would have considerable time for her outside interests. And whatever goes on outside of my environs was her business, not mine.

Then I asked her to turn off her cell phone and any other electronic device that she had, because the masking generator that I was then going to start up would fry any electronics that were operating. She turned off her cell, but I guessed that she had another recorder on her for her own security, and if so, it would be trash when she checked on it at her current home.

Then we got down to ‘brass tacks’ about what her services to me would entail. She would be expected to accompany me on any social occasion, spend at least four hours a day in companionship, sleep with me at least five nights a week and have one B.J. date a week and one full-menu date a week. And then I related to her that I like all of the usual things, plus anal. She flinched a bit at that, but then straightened out to continue listening. I then mentioned that I never use condoms, and that seemed like it was going to quickly terminate the interview, but she bucked up and it continued.

For her lover companionship to me, she would get five hundred a week for her personal expenses and an equal amount credited to an investment account for her that would be locked up till she either married or got her Social Security in her future. I did inform her that if she fell short of her responsibilities for the previous week to the payment, that it could be docked an appropriate amount if it was justified by me. And then I invited her to ask, any question that she had about the arrangement.

Her only question was, “Will I really be required to have sex with you regularly?”

“Yes, that is the purpose of the arrangement and the justification of the financial return to you, since you will also be getting free room and board along with the regular funds. And your only in-home responsibility is to be my affectionate lover. If you are not accepting of that, then I guess that the interview is over and I will let you out with my good wishes for your future that I will have nothing to do with.”

That sat her back in her chair and then she moved to open her clothing for a closer inspection of my eyes. But I shook my head and told her that that wouldn’t be expected at this time. I was taking it for granted that the body under the clothing was commensurate with the lady that I saw before me. And she smiled at that.

So, I gave her two introduction cards, one of Blossom the uber lawyer of Big City and now a judge and the Sterling Detective agency for them to check her out without having to share any of her personal information to me, yet. She took them and I bet with myself as to whether this would work out.

She made the appointments and the reports back from each were very favorable. There was some evidence, though, that she did escort when her finances got short. But nothing else was noted and I decided to give her a chance and gave her an email inviting her to stay for the next three months to see if it would work out, with me covering the expenses of her living space for the duration of her trial stay.

And she moved in on Monday as invited, she had six moving boxes and a wheeled travel case with her. Plenty to begin our little experiment. The cat, Pinky, wandered in with her on the last round-trip for the luggage. Curiously, it was not pink, nor did it have any pink on it.

I let her get settled in with her things, and then had a little heart to heart with her. I mentioned that Tuesdays would be the regular B.J. date and Fridays the full menu one. But that I would allow a couple of weeks to forgo that until she got used to me. And her response was that she appreciated that, but would likely start her intimate services to me sooner.

We have dinner at six sharp each evening except for Sundays that are leftovers and entrees as a buffet. And all of the staff at the table, except for the cook, who is gone to be with her own family by the time that dinner is served. She would leave the table set for us, though. And Jermaine and Mabel would move the cooked dishes and the cold ones on to the table and then join our merry group for a convivial meal.

When Gwendolyn, the new lady of the house, made her first appearance at our household’s dinner table, she made a spectacular one. She was dressed as if she was going out on the town. Her blond hair, out of a bottle but done extremely well, was glowing and arranged very well. Her clothing and how she wore it, was impeccable. Her manner was as a queen, who was so sure of herself that she didn’t have to look down on anyone else. She carried on light banter and truly intellectual discussions very well, and the staff of the house was thoroughly enchanted with her.

After the meal that was very fine, we moved to our responsibilities and Mabel moved the dishes and loaded up the dishwasher. Then she put away the left overs that would be saved to the buffet on Sunday. Jermaine moved back to the front door butler’s closet to watch out for things there until nine P.M. when the front door lights went off and a lighted sign informed any incomer that the house was closed down for the night.

As the others went about their tasks, Gwen and I repaired to the viewing room to watch the evening news. I took up a place on the sectional and left her decision up to her where she would reside. She chose my comfort rocker and I made no issue of it. In fact, after the news was over in its first iteration, I handed the controller over to her to select what she wanted to view for the rest of the evening. I was planning on moving to my media room/office if the selections were too far off of my interest level. And the first one was a travelogue, of which I am seldom interested, because I never had any plans to travel anywhere. I liked where I lived.

So, with her interest level on medium high, I excused myself to my office and noted that I might return before bedtime, if something of my general interest came up on the screen. I am able to monitor what is being shown from my office when I want to and this is necessary, because it is far across the house from the viewing room.

She showed no irritation at my leaving, and in fact as I was leaving, Mabel joined her and they seemed to get along very well. So, I left them to their T.V. interests and wandered off to my office.

I then took care of my internet responsibilities and dabbled in some light-hearted porn. I don’t like the meanspirited ones. I have always admired women and except for a prodigious sexual appetite, have never wanted to annoy them at all. My now deceased wife had been able to balance this out and I was curious as to how Gwen would do so.

At about nine P.M. I got the notification that one of my very favorite shows was about to start on the main viewing T.V., so I moved back to the room and Gwen now on the sectional made room for me to sit next to her. When I took my place next to her, she looked me in the eyes and took my nearest hand into her own and gave attentions to the show. It was a weekly You Tube special that accumulated the best of the talent shows acts around the world for the previous week and amalgamated them into one two-hour show each week of the year. It turned out that she and I liked the same kinds of acts.

Our very favorite of the night was a supposed wild bird act, that was actually a puppet with a middle-aged and regular looking guy as the ventriloquist. And as part of the act, it would poop on the stage floor anytime a key word or words would be inadvertently be uttered by the guy. Sounds stupid, but was done very cutely. We were both in hearty laughter together over it, and it tugged at my heartstrings to have a lovely female enjoying it with me again after five years of womanly absence, except for my provider friend.

When the show was over, she rose with me to move to her bedroom/sitting room to prepare for bed. She notified me that she would be sleeping with me that night. With or without sex, I was truly looking forward to that.

When she entered my room, she was in fluffy slippers, a regal night gown and an over-robe against the chilling night air of the house. She was stunning, and then hung the robe up on an available hook on the closet door and then moved to the bedside to show herself off to me.

With her in the nightgown, it was even more obvious that she was a lithe woman, medium tall at five feet-ten inches to my same height and built like a championship beach volleyballer. Wowser, what a fine looking woman!

But, as the light caught her up to the side of the bed, and she turned for my inspection, I could see severe scarring on her upper arm, shoulder and across her back in the area of where a bra strap would be. This probably explained why she didn’t wear bras, even though she had ‘B’ Plus breasts. I felt like I was getting a test here to see my reaction to all of this. Since, I have not met a perfect woman in my life, with no perfect men either, I was impressed by her courage in doing this and unmoved as to its meaning to me, except as it being part of her. So, I just nodded to her to join me in the bed and I could feel, not hear her sigh of relief at this reaction by me.

She detected that I was interested in it, but not put off at all. So, as she cuddled up to me, she looked me in the eyes and informed me that it was due to a camping adventure that went very wrong, and that she was one of only two of the family that had survived it. There was a small tear at that. And I pulled her up into my arms to gently sleep the night away.

The next morning, after a joint breakfast, she kissed me and left for duties unknown. I had no idea of what this was about, but she got into her cute little Volkswagen Bug and drove off. But, since she had passed both of the judge’s and the security agency’s examinations into her background, I felt that it was not a threat to our growing relationship. She would tell me in due time, if she decided to and I would make no issue of it in the meantime. Besides, I had my own duties to care for in the morning.

She got back home in time for lunch at twelve-thirty in the afternoon. And she seemed very relaxed and attentive to me. She insisted on sitting right next to me and had her hand on my arm or lap through the whole thing, except when she needed both hands in the eating and drinking.

After watching the latest new episode of America’s Got Talent that evening, we headed to bed and she showed up in a sleeping getup that if worn regularly would have guaranteed that she got little sleep. But this was our ‘Oral Fest’ night so that was okay.

Since, I still believe in ‘Ladies First,’ after all of these years, I got her in position with first her on her back and later with her on her knees and gave some magnum attentions to her pussy and clit. She thanked me with a well-placed climax and lovely words.

Then she went to work on me with me on my back, and it was wonderful. She didn’t depend on just a movement of her mouth, but kept the tongue in continual play with the shaft and used very strong sucking on the out strokes. I came soon enough for her and she took it down her throat with no issues at all.

Then with our remaining energy, we settled into a half an hour of ‘69’ with her on top. If we hadn’t been worn out then, we would still be doing it up to now, since it was so much fun without the strong desire to cum. We had both already done that, so we were happy to just give each other the extended pleasures and that was more than good enough for each. Then we fell asleep in some semblance of cuddling for the night.

The next day, which was a Wednesday, was her day off. One of two for each week. The other being Sunday. And she was gone all day until late evening and then came in to partake in a snack and retire to her room for the night. When she got up in the middle of the night for some unmentioned reason, she did make her way into my room and kissed me as I slumbered.

Thursday was a normal day, without anything of notice, but on Friday she disappeared until noon again. That night which was supposed to be the sexual free for all for the week, for this first week was just made up of comfy hugging caressing and intimate talk. Nothing profound at all, just private moments of feelings, that in our case were growing quickly.

Saturday, we went out for dinner and attended a gala event at the gorgeous Mt. Beaver Theater. We got a lot of attentions, because rumors had been circulating around the town about us. But we were silent on any personal info, however very conversant on most anything else. If asked, we would just say that we were associating at this time and leave it at that. She cuddled up to me in the car on the way home, a wonderful way to end a splendid day.

On Sunday she disappeared for the whole day again with no explanation, but I was determined to keep my word and promise to myself to be patient and leave her alone with her outside responsibilities.

The second week went very much like the first one, and Friday was again a friendly and affectionate bedtime, but I felt the attraction building up, so I figured that the ‘full monty’ was coming soon.

On the third week, she started to leave the home in the morning at ten instead of eight, and with the full days on Wednesday and Sunday, this is the pattern that she adopted from then on.

This week on Friday evening, she was ready for the full treatment, and so with her coming to my bed naked, to my delight, we moved on to the kinds of things that I enjoy so much. And when she was on her back with her hips elevated with a cushion, I thought that I might just sink into her forever and live there for eternity, I was so moved by it. I could see in her eyes, that she was moved by it, too. I don’t think that we moved more than an inch apart for the whole night.

At the end of the three-month trial period, she announced to me that she needed to move back into her home for a while to sort things out in her mind. She said that I had been wonderful and if it didn’t work out, that she would remember our time together as long as she lived. Then she remarked that what had happened between us, was a lot less than what she feared it would be, and a lot more than she hoped for. She just needed time to sort things out and decide where she wanted to go with the rest of her life. She did leave the cat behind, though. So, it would not get confused if she returned permanently. It sucked up to Mable for the time being. And Mabel supplied the pink on the cat, a groovy cat sweater.

I didn’t hear from her for a month. During that time, my provider friend took it upon herself to fluff me up at her place, so I wouldn’t suffer too much to have seemingly lost such a dear soul in my life.

Then Gwen called and asked me to join her for a very private talk at an isolated corner of the very popular bayside park of the town, just a few blocks away. I walked to meet her there (In case I was too broke up to drive back home.) And when I arrived, I saw her Beetle parked in the lot and her sitting at the children’s play area with some kind of exotic coffee creation being consumed by her.

When she saw me, she moved quickly to meet with me, seeing that I was a bit winded from the walk, though it was all downhill. She put her arms around my shoulders and gathered me up to move to the designated spot. And she asked how I was. My answer was that I was okay, except for missing her so much. She said nothing, but nodded at that.

With us settled down on a blanket that she had brought, she at first sat a bit away from me. It looked all the world like this was going to lead where I feared. With her withdrawing from my life permanently.

Then she opened with, “I have a few things to share with you now. They might reflect on how you view me, but you need to know them if we are to have any future together. First of all, I have thought thru very carefully about our time together and have found it to have been far beyond any of my hopeful expectations. You were a real dear and I got to feel very strongly about you.

When I came to you, I was still doing a bit of escorting, to help meet my expenses, and so the first two weeks were involved in seeing each of my six regulars to let them know I was breaking things off with them to dedicate my time with you (unnamed to them.) They were really excited about that and while sad to leave off with me, they were happy that I seemed to be exuberant about my future from then on.

When we first met, I mentioned that the scars on my back were from a camping fire that went bad and that of my family, only two survived. It was me and my brother, but he was burned very much worse than I was. He almost died and fought for his life for months before things settled down. But because of the scarring and other damage done to him, he is mostly an invalid and lives in a convalescent home. So, the later part of each morning and my full days off were spent with him. I would read with him, watch our favorite T.V. shows together and talk about them. And tell stories. I feel like I am a lifeline to him and continue as such up to this day. I was fearful that you might resent the time that I was giving him. But in thinking over the way that you have treated me, I seriously doubt that. Even with your considerable responsibilities of me to you, you were actually very understanding and that seemed to smooth the path between us rather rapidly.

So, that is all of the further things that you should know about. I hope that they will not spoil things between us!”

And with that, she leaned back on her arms awaiting my response to all of this.

I looked into her tearful eyes and emphatically told her that I didn’t care about the guys, but hoped that they would find comfort elsewhere, just like I did before meeting her. And as far as her brother, I would never interfere with her effort to comfort and take care of him, as their only live relatives from a previously large family.

I told her that I wanted her back home, and asked when she would arrive. She with a smile said Monday. It would give her time to close up her apartment and move the rest of her things to my place. And then we collapsed into each other’s arms for a tearful rejoining celebration. She then drove me home.

When she was again reestablished in our place, I inquired if she would like to move Denny, her brother, to our home for him to be closer and part of a larger family. She said that it would be nice, but he had a fellow patient as a lover and didn’t want to give her up. That evaporated in the months later, because of her being moved to another state by her family, and so he then agreed to join us and our growing family. During the time between then and when she came back, I got her pregnant to her delight. At least I was young enough to see him graduate from high school. She would have to care for him after that alone.

And of all things, as Denny integrated himself into the family, Mable the little maid came to become very much intrigued with him, and they eventually married and added a couple kids to Gwen’s and my two. The house was rocking then.

We settled in for the long run, and I couldn’t think of a time in my life that I had felt better about things.

And Pinky by her actions, welcomed Gwen back but let her know that she would be splitting her time with Mabel, too. I lightly laughed about that behind my hands.