I had been out of work for 2 years. I had an accident at work, and whilst I am more or less back in shape, I have found it difficult getting my head around working full time, and as I am approaching 50, jobs were thin on the ground. I found myself filling in time doing odd jobs round the house and for a few of Emma’s friends. My wife, Emma was a solicitor and working full time, long hours, and whilst we had managed to save for a rainy day, I was starting to feel the pressure to get back into full time employment. Our two kids were in the final years of university, and all living away. Emma started to suggest that I do some freelance work, decorating, gardening etc. This started with the elderly neighbours, just some DIY, and I started to develop a circle of regular clients, most of them were elderly clients, and I kept my rates low, and the work just continued. Emma started to find me more clients through her network of friends, and they all tended to be elderly, well off house proud couples who had two much spare cash. Then she suggested I start with the Avon catalogue as well, and whilst at first I was not keen, I found that many of my regular clients had families, and enjoyed the opportunity to look through the catalogue as I did the jobs, and the ladies also found it amusing that I was not the traditional “Avon” rep. Anyway, my rounds increased, and I started to get on very well with Grace. Grace must have been in her early 70’s, she herself was a solicitor, and actually trained Emma. She was in fantastic shape for her age. She was slim, tall, and always looked her best when I called round. She had similar characteristics to Joanna Lumley, larger breasts, and darker hair, but a similar style and appearance and a fun and matter of fact attitude to life. She was married to Jim, but he spent , most of his spare time in the shed pottering round with his model train set. He was overweight, and not good on his feet, so I used to do the gardening, ing, and recently finished building him a new shed for his elaborate model railway. Grace was always sharp with Jim, cutting him down, and ridiculing him in front of me, which at times was embarrassing, as Jim was a really nice chap, and we got on well. To be honest, I enjoyed helping him set up his shed and his railway, and we had plenty to chat about when Grace was out shopping. He was under the thumb with Grace but he did not seem to care, and just accepted it, never challenged her, and just got on with his life and did as he was told.
This all started to get interesting on one particular cold Friday evening in late November. I had been repairing the guttering and it was bitterly cold, and Grace asked me in for a warm drink, before I set of home. Grace had had a few glasses of wine, and was sitting on the chair. Jim was out at his club with fellow “model train” enthusiasts. Grace was wearing a dress, black nylon clad shapely long legs, and her neck line was low, and I could see her cleavage. She looked incredibly attractive, and she was flicking through the Avon catalogue, making her order. I sat down beside her, and she pointed to some very sexy lingerie.. I would love to get these Bob, she said, but I am wasting my time with Jim. He is more interested in his trains. I don’t suppose Avon sell vibrators. I did not know what to say. She looked at me, placed her hand on my hand, and laughed, smiling she whispered in my ear, …sorry Bob, I have obviously embarrassed you , I find at my age, it’s best to just say it as it is, life is far too short, just because I am over a certain age, it does not mean I don’t still think about sex. She kept her warm hand on mine, squeezed it tight. Listen, Bob, I know this is wrong, and as I know Emma, I would hate to risk anything to damage your relationship, but how you would feel if I asked you to do some, /// … let’s say, some additional jobs for me?
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