My Housekeeper And How I Got Her

After my wife passed I found myself getting fatter and lazier. I didn't eat well and spent too much time alone. I have friends but I had lost interest in seeing them. I was depressed, but who knows their depressed? My doctor told me I needed to get on a better diet, if necessary hire someone, he meant a dietician, to help me establish good eating habits.

I put an add in the local rag sheet and a woman answered, said she did cooking and cleaning, on a day basis and charged so much per day. If you take it every day for five days a week, etc. it is a whole lot of money. I called her anyway and she came over and told me that widowed men were the worst, after a while they wanted to grab her. I told her not to worry, that was the furthest thing from my mind (I mean that woman wasn't a model, more like a mid forties plump housewife).

She was strict with lots and lots of rules, unless I did this she wouldn't clean the bathroom, unless I did this she wouldn't clean out the fridge. Rules, rules, rules. One day she caught me, she walked into my bedroom unannounced and caught me in my bathroom relieving myself with the door open. 'Do you need help with that too?' she asked me. Sorry, I don't need your help shacking it.

Forget about me grabbing her. This woman started to get up front and personal. One of her favorites was standing behind me holding my penis. 'I just love holding a penis, you don't know what it's like not having one'. She found it interesting to bathe me. She bathed lots of her clients. She sucked on my penis in the shower. She spoke a lot about what it was like not having a penis. 'If I had a penis I would spend my time fucking tight ass girls'. Yes, she admitted to me that in her younger life she had girlfriends, but then she lost interest and now she worked bathing old me and washing their penis.

She had what can only be called a wide mouth vagina. When her legs opened up it was huge, a hungry looking vagina. She claimed it got that way from playing with toys of all sizes. I told her that a man can't play with that but she didn't care, a squat here, a bent over naked ass there. She loved to show off her goods, as she called them. I just could not get myself interested in wide mouth vagina. As for tits, she had tits all right, down to her navel. Big tits are fine, she told me, when she was young but now that her tits hang down to her navel nobody wants them. I told her to get a boob job, tighten those puppies up. And while she was at it a tuck here and there and tighten up her vagina. And stay off the mega insertions.

We are talking big bucks with the plastic surgeon. Big bucks. But one thing I had that she didn't was big bucks. Enough for a surgeon to tighten her up. After a boob job, which got her to the place where her boobs bounced around, and he tightened up her vagina, and took some of the build up off her belly, she looked halfway passable. Except with her new looks she went hunting for girls. She kept up with the house, she got my eating habits back under control, and the house looked neat and clean. She found this woman, I won't call her a girl, who liked her new looks and came around to spend time with her.

Now that she has a woman to play around with she got over her need to play with my penis. I am here to tell you that is ok with me. She has an outside job working with a nursing care facility, but she lives here with me, cooking and cleaning and laying around with her girlfriend. Two not so young women, it's not a pretty site, so I keep myself in my den on the computer.