Helping Myself

At 34 my career was doing very well, my personal relationships not well at all. I became aware of a work colleague 47 who had lost her husband early 2024 (cancer) not doing great financially. Hospital and funeral debt, she has a handicapped daughter who requires a walking frame to walk slowly if not a wheelchair. I happened to overhear her talking to her daughter who worked whatever job she could get. I was on the other side of a room divider coping at the printer. I heard her tell her daughter she will have to take that job at a certain massage parlor and hope she got called in. I was regular user at the time, got sensual massage by a naked woman and hand relief afterwards. I went thru my wallet and found the card for the parlor. Next day I made sure I was near her when I was going thru my wallet again, dropping the card and walking off as if I hadn't noticed I'd dropped it. I was lucky she saw it drop and picked it up the first time. She picked it up and called to me also seen what the card was. I saw her looking at the card and said I get massages for stress relief; the card had only the parlor's name and their phone number. Nothing too explicit, unless you knew about their business you wouldn't know anything of their special services. She didn't say anything at that time, I'd hoped she might have. A while later she came into my office, told me she done massages to help her husband in his last years and offered to do mine if I wanted, adding she didn't have a portable table. I mention I got special type of massage, she said she knew of what the parlor done and was prepared to that type of massage as well. I lied and said I had a massage table in my apartment; I accepted her offer and told her I would pay her the same as I paid the parlor. After she left, I looked up massage tables online found one at a reasonable price and bought it, had it delivered at 5.30 that afternoon. It wasn't portable which suited me as I didn't want to travel around with it. Once setup I made a time for her to do the massage, Saturday afternoon. I expected her to turn up alone, instead her daughter came with her, but the daughter knew why her mother was visiting me. I was a little nervous at first, but if it didn't bother them, it shouldn't bother me. The massage was good and afterwards we talked awhile. Her telling of her financial troubles, I told her, she should bring her papers to me, and I would see if I could help her. Sunday morning, they were back again, I checked over her bills and nothing much I could do. But an idea came to me, it wasn't me preying on her due to her financial troubles. Her rent as was the norm in the city was quite high and if she could reduce her rent, she would be able to pay off the debt fairly quickly. My idea was her and her daughter moving in with me, so I made the offer adding that a massage once a week would cover their rent with me. The mother thought I was offering her charity but couldn't just reject the offer. So, she countered with three massages a week, I offered two, but she insisted it be three. So, I accepted they moved in over the next week, I was quite happy having two women living with me. Over a few weeks we all got closer, and I started feeling up the mother. Finally, one night the mother joined me my bed and we became lovers. She suggested I asked her daughter out on a date, so I did we had a great time. More ates followed, some with her mother some without. Finally bedding the daughter, still fucking the mother also. Then last month I asked the daughter to marry me, and she accepted, we marry next month. Have already started trying to start a family, my soon to be wife wants me to keep fucking her mother as her mother deserves it, she says. I'm quite happy fucking both and have started looking for a house to buy, also paid off the remaining debt as we're family now.