Living Alone

I (36) inherited a 3-bedroom apartment, single, with no girlfriend; it was the only thing going my way in my life. My career was stalled, not great with women unless I paid them. Then I moved into my new apartment; it was bigger than I needed, but I could lease out the spare rooms if I was interested, that is. I wasn't; I prefer my space, as they say. So, I continued as before; then a blackout affecting mainly the subway system left people stranded. Three people from work couldn't get home by any other means; two lived together and were in a relationship. The other (34) lived alone in no relationship either; my apartment was known in my workplace, and so I was asked about allowing them to stay the night at my place. Wasn't keen but felt I had no real choice. So, I agreed; my apartment was in an old-looking building, all the apartments were privately owned, and the building was very well kept. My three work colleagues were very impressed by my apartment. Especially the single colleague, who was sick of the travelling to and fro from work. The next morning was a Saturday, and the offices were closed; the subway system would restart at 11 am, according to the news. The other two colleagues went shopping and then would catch the subway home. The other decided to ask about her sharing my apartment. To spice up the deal, she offered me sex for our mutual satisfaction. I at first said I would think it over, meaning I wouldn't, but wait until she gave up on the idea. She knew me too well and straight offered me sex there and then to show the benefits of the deal. I accepted and enjoyed the sex, so I agreed. We both traveled to her rented room by the subway; she packed her belongings, and we returned via the subway with two full suitcases. She spent the night with me, and every night since, after several months, we decided to marry and start a family.