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After my divorce and moving into an apartment, Gary, Carmen, and I became close again. We were almost as close as when we were kids, but Gary and Carmen being married made all the difference in the world in our relationship from then to now.
Carmen was back to her flirting, harmless flirting it all it was she had convinced her husband Gary, but I was no longer sure. Maybe I was not sure because my sexual desire for her was as strong or stronger than ever. She seemed pretty serious to rekindle the feelings we had for each other that had taken both of our virginity on a bike trip to a pond, in a forbidden quarry. It was the start of a love story that has never ended, it only took a detour until now. What we have is true love, but at the time we had just became legal and were too young to know how to recognize it. We did not end up together, Carmen married Gary and I married a model. Carmen’s marriage has endured, I caught my wife fucking a guy she originally cheated with clear back from college. The divorce came next, and then me living alone in an apartment.
I started spending a lot of time at their place and they spent some at mine. We drank a lot, especially me, and I ended up a regular guest in their extra bedroom. I am not really sure if the drinking was to get over my failed marriage or to try to get over my love and desire to have Carmen. I now know it was not helping me, it may even have made things worse.
Carmen would not let up on her flirting, her kisses hello, and goodbye became less of a friendly greeting, and more of someone who wanted more, but then again the feeling was mutual with me and her. We did not discuss it, but it was unspoken we wanted each other.
Gary had to notice this, she would even go topless in front of me at their pool, and he said nothing. Soon she was walking from the pool to her bedroom that way when Gary and I were watching sports. I think she figured as long as it was with Gary present, she could argue it was not a come-on. After a while, I realized that seeing her tease me was turning him on.
When they would come to my house she would end up cleaning my place as were watching a game or something on TV. I did not like that she was doing so much for me without me returning the favor, and I tried to pay her for it. She was pissed that I offered her money, but finally agreed to be my cleaner once a week for a token amount, and she added, “and other in-kind payments.” She did not define what in kind was in this case. As far as I was concerned with her it was a battle won. I really did need help, I am a slob. She was going to do it on Gary’s golf league nights, Wednesday late afternoon and well into the evening he would be gone.
She sold us on her coming to clean at my place when Gary was on his golf league, as she could use some company, and she did not want to clean when I was not home. She said she knew from what she had done already, picking up after me would cause her to just be hiding the stuff that I left laying around. With me there she could ask where I want things to be. She also mentioned that one in-kind payment would be her preparing, and me eating dinner with her on her cleaning nights, Gary is not that crazy about some of the basic home cooking she does. I was glad to hear that was one and hoped she was being honest.
I came home that first Wednesday at about 6 to the smell of home cooking, that was one of the best parts of the deal. I hit the shower as she continued to both clean and check on dinner as it cooked.
After my shower and I realized I did not take clean clothes in the bath, and once I got out I did not want to put sweaty clothes on a clean body. I had some pretty crappy towels, as my wife took everything good of the household items from our house. I wrapped myself in one that barely made it around my waist. I made the short trip to my bedroom and guess who was dusting in there in nothing but a t-shirt and panties? The first night as a paid house cleaner she was in just real brief sexy panties, a half tee showing bare midriff from just below her unrestrained breasts to her panties. She claimed she spilled something on her shorts before I got home. I knew better, she was trying to start something with me behind her husband’s back already. I was sure of it when she would bend over things as she dusted showing her panties and her world-class ass. She was well aware that my weakness was her round ass cheeks, and was successful at putting my cock on alert.
She looked at me standing there in only a towel and said, “I hope I am not in your way, but just go ahead and drop the towel prude. You have seen all of me, and I have all of you, even though it has been a while. I am busy here with your mess, and not trying to seduce you just trying to keep cool. You’re lucky I am not naked, your air conditioning sucks, and it’s steaming in here.
Well, I cared, and likely I thought Gary might care if he knew what she was doing. I was afraid of this very thing happening, or something like it. Carmen is one bold lady, first day on the job and she was in charge telling me it was OK to get naked in front of her when she was in just panties and a shirt that barely covered her breasts. What good could become of that?
Some of this was not like her, it was bossier. She had authority in her voice. I had a mother that you did not question or talk back to, but not a wife, maybe that was why my marriage failed.
Carmen said, “I noticed in this open drawer you have some boxers all wadded up, I assumed they went through the wash, but I am not going to smell them, Jesus you are a fucking slob, it is a good thing I love you. Gary is one too, and I love him as well, I am on his ass a lot so don’t take it personally. She handed me a pair of the best ones she could find and said, “Here, now give me the towel so it does not end up wadded up all smelly like the ones that I have already put in the basket to take home and wash. I will just bring them back in a day or so and leave them in here for you. You will have to put them away yourself. They will be folded nicely, I expect them to go in the drawer that way,”
I was taken back by the increase in her boldness and gave in, I handed her my towel and was just standing there buck naked as Carmen handed me the boxers. She did not stare nor did she make an attempt to hide looking at me below the waist, Carmen checked me out. She grabbed a firm hold on my now stiff cock and said, “Well there is one thing about Gary,” and I froze a minute thinking what good could follow. “He does not lie, I am always on him to quit slacking during sex, and just fuck me hard and give me all of it. He usually tells me it is all God gave him and tells me I should talk to you, that he had seen you in the changing room plenty of times, and thinks you’re packing a little more. You have grown because I know my hand has not gotten smaller, and he is right, you are packing, but don’t get a big head, you are not what they call a bull. I had fucked a couple of them my freshman year back in college, I enjoyed seeing such huge cocks, but I was too drunk to feel much of the fucking they gave me.”
She finally let go of it, and that was it as far as that conversation went, how could I reply to that. I was so hard then I was in danger of losing control, but I am not the kind of guy to throw a friend’s wife on the bed, or sit her up on the dresser and fuck her. So, I ask her for some boxers and shorts, she was right it was hot and boxers were all I needed with it just being the two of us there. I did not argue again and sat in the living room out of her way in nothing but them as she cleaned.
When Carmen finished cleaning, she served dinner on my little wobbly table I bought second-hand. I could not complain, she was a better cook than Brooke when it came to home-style foods. I tried to help clean up, but she kicked me out of my kitchenette, I was fine with it. She cleaned the whole kitchen area then, and did the floors before finishing, I heard the shower going and wondered what I was going to see coming back out. Carmen was barely dressed for cleaning when I got there. I tried to prepare myself for her to come out in very little, or nothing at all after her shower.
Carmen came back with a towel on her head and just some modest panties. Her beautiful breasts were now free from any containment. I figured yet again this was her dress to make her move. She said, “I am sure you don’t mind this is my normal after-shower attire in the summer. Again I am not trying to seduce you! You see my breasts all the time at our place around the pool anyway. I ate dinner looking at your bare chest, now we will be even.”
What could I say, I could tell her it’s different her being topless at my place and just the two of us alone, but why waste my breath. I was not what you would call fully dressed in only my boxers. It was warm she was not lying about that, the window air unit was not keeping up. She came in, and sat next to me on the sofa and curled up, putting her head on my shoulder, and one hand on my bare thigh just sliding it a little way up the leg of my boxers, that put a naked breast against my bare chest, her hand just inches from my package and I thought, well here we go, she wants to cheat already. Well, we did not go anywhere nor did we talk, she just rested there. It was hard to read where she was coming from doing this, and it made me hard. She has always shown affection with everybody, and always seems to make me hard at some point. She is so sexy, I lost interest in what I was watching, and was focusing on her sexy body, that one round ass cheek of her showing as she laid there so peaceful like a sleeping babe.