Returned Home

After years away, I (51) returned home, and my contract had ended. I could have renewed, but I decided it was time to return home. I had bought a block of land and had a house constructed on it for my return. It included a large walk-in shower, and I installed a wooden bench in it, as was the case in the showers I used while overseas. But overseas, my house staff would wash me while I sat on the bench. I was hiring a housekeeper on my return, but never thought of having her wash me. But conditions were bad where I chose to live. Unemployment was high and getting higher. Being divorced, and my ex and children wanted nothing to do with me, so I had no plans to see them. I advertised for a live-in housekeeper and got 62 responses. I cut it down to 12, then 4; one of the applicants (45) wanted her daughter (22) to live and work with her. No extra wage was wanted, just a safe place to live. I was interested in the offer, so I asked to meet the daughter. She was waiting in their car outside; neither were centerfold models. But both were above average in looks and stature. So, I agreed, as I had 5 staff overseas. On inspecting the house asked about my large shower. I told them it was better than the normal showers, as you could sit and scrub yourself and soap up. Never mentioned that my overseas staff had washed me. I had three spare bedrooms besides the master, and an extra smaller bathroom for them. Near the kitchen, I had a room for the housekeeper with an ensuite and a small loungeroom attached for their TV use; also near the kitchen was a small room I had intended to use as a home office. But decided the daughter could use it as her bedroom and use her mother's ensuite as her bathroom. For my home office, I would use one of the spare bedrooms. I had mentioned where I had been, but didn't go into details of my time there. They settled in fairly quickly; I was still setting up my block of land to suit my purposes. I went to the city for a couple of days while I was away. They saw a documentary about the country I had been living in. It didn't say anything about sexual traditions there, but it did mention that they had large showers for communal washing. They realized why I liked the large shower so much, as it said the men usually got washed by the women. On my return, I was asked straight out if I wanted them to wash me, as I had been overseas. They liked their jobs because they felt secure and thought they should do more, just in case I found someone who would do it for me. I was a little shocked but recovered quickly and said If you are willing, okay ". That night, they both joined me in my shower. They enjoyed the experience; I made no sexual moves on them. Over time, we did get sexual, and they both have joined me in my bed ever since.