Short Story

I 43 was recently divorced and still okay financially afterwards, I moved into apartment and not liking housework at all. I hired a housekeeper, at first it was to be 3 days a week, but there a shortage locally and only two applied. Both in their early fifties, one was already working several other jobs and said she would fit me in. Meaning no actual time of her coming or going, the other was quiet and a bit desperate, had her belongings in a suitcase and hoped the job was live-in. It wasn't but I decided I'd a spare bedroom and I preferred her over the other woman as she was quieter. So, I said she could live-in and increased her duties to include cooking. Nothing special happened at first, then we'd a lot of rain. So, I worked from home instead of going into the office. Not in any relationship, I was getting a bit restless. Watching my housekeeper working nearby, her bending over got me aroused. Never a backwards person, I straight out asked her for sex. At first, she was shocked then worried she would lose her job and her living place. I saw the worried look and told her she could say No, and she wouldn't lose her job. I said I was very horny, and she was close by, so I'd asked her. After a couple of minutes, she decided why not, and we started a sexual relationship. In the months since we started, I'm quite happy with the relationship. I do pay her more, but not because we're fucking.