0 comments/ 7049 views/ 0 favorites Bathroom Remodel By: casualfan Paul and Mandi had been married just over five years and had just purchased their first home. It needed quite a bit of work but they had figured that into their budget so they had remodel money available. Paul, 27, was an IT Manager. He was in pretty good shape and he filled out his 6'-1", 200 lb frame nicely. Mandi, 25, worked as a bank manager, walking distance from the new house. Paul never got tired of watching his 5' 4", 115 lb wife get dressed each morning. He still hated to see those beautiful 34 c breasts get covered, even if it was with some very sexy bras. The first project Paul and Mandi decided to do was the master bathroom. The drew up some plans and started to interview some contractors. None of the first four contractors met their needs. They were about to give up when a friend suggested a contractor they had used and they loved him. So they gave him a call and set up an appointment for the next evening after work. Josh arrived promptly at 7 and Mandi answered the door. She caught her breath when she saw him as he was stunning. Josh looked to be in his early 30's. He was taller than Paul by a few inches and probably outweighed him by 20 lbs. The first thing Mandi noticed was his piercing blue eyes. She realized she had been staring when Paul walked up and told her to invite him in. Unlike the other contractors they had interviewed, Josh was well dressed, well spoken and really good looking. They all went into the living room to review the project. Josh immediately had some ideas that both Paul and Mandi loved. They talked for about an hour, checked out the existing master bathroom and made a few plan revisions. Paul and Mandi really liked Josh and hoped his bid wouldn't be too far out of their price range. Josh explained that if he got the job he would work only on this project until it was completed. He worked alone as he hadn't found anyone who did the work as well as he did. This meant the job would take longer but he assured them they would love it or he would makes the changes needed to make sure they did. Josh promised them a price by the weekend. Mandi and Paul were so excited. They were sure Josh would build them the bathroom of their dreams. The wait for the bid was nervewracking. On Saturday Josh called and gave them the price. While higher than any of the other bids it was doable. They all agreed to terms and scheduled the start date for the following Monday. Josh arrived early Monday morning. Paul and Mandi greeted him at the door with with what would become a morning ritual. Over coffee Josh would explain what he was going to do that day. They soon all looked forward to this morning get together. Once done Mandi and Paul would head off to their offices. They all would meet back up at the house, have a quick glass of wine, go over progress and Josh would head home. Mandi was pleased that Paul seemed to have a new vigor in the bedroom. She knew Josh turned her on and she wondered about Paul. For now she wasn't complaining. Mandi worked pretty close to home so she would sometimes come home for lunch to "see how it was going". She and Josh would eat and chat and they both got to know each other better. Once Mandi arrived home to hear Josh swearing. She ran into the bathroom to see Josh soaking wet trying to stop a pipe leak. His already tight shirt was drenched and left nothing to the imagination. Mandi could do nothing but watch. Something she did not at all mind doing. Soon Josh got it under control and for the first time realized Mandi was there. He apologized for his language. She accepted his apology without taking her eyes off his chest. Mandi thought to herself "I could so fuck him". To make matters worse Josh pulled the shirt off and stood before Mandi bare chested. She wanted to reach out and touch him but she remembered she was married and turned to get Josh a towel. All of Josh's clothes were wet. Mandi told him to go put Paul's robe on and give her his clothes so she could put them in the dryer. She was a little surprised when he only handed over pants and socks. When she asked if there was anymore Josh sheepishly admitted he liked to work while going commando. With this thought in mind, Mandi went and found the dryer. She and Josh meet back in the kitchen for a little lunch. As they talked Josh leaned in and told Mandi he thought she was a beautiful women and Paul was a very lucky guy. A flustered Mandi dropped her glass which caused Josh to jump back. When he did so the robe opened and Mandi got a full frontal view. He was even more beautiful than she had imagined all those times she pictured herself fucking him instead of Paul. Josh closed the robe but maybe not as quickly as he should have. Mandi's eyes lingered and Josh followed her gaze to his groin. Mandi got up and said she needed to get back to work. She nearly ran out of the house with the vision of Josh's cock playing fresh in her mind. She called Paul and asked him to meet her at a coffee shop near his office. They would do this every so often so he didn't think anything of it and agreed. When he arrived she dragged him by the hand to the restroom where she locked the door, unzipped his pants and started to give him a memorable blow job. Paul wasn't sure what got Mandi so hot but he suspected it might have something to do with Josh. And Paul was strangely ok with that thought. Mandi was a slut and sucked him dry, gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him to be ready for action tonight. During the daily debrief that day Paul though it was a little strained between Mandi and Josh. But he chalked it up to her eagerness to have some fun once Josh left. While cuddling, after some more mind blowing sex, Paul asked Mandi if she ever though about Josh when she was making love to him. At first she tried to deflect the question. But she was never very good at lying to Paul so she said well yeah maybe once or twice. Again Paul was strangely ok with this answer. The both again drifted of thinking of Josh. Bathroom Remodel Project After I retired I started doing small remodeling projects. One of my neighbors asked me if I'd help him remodel his bathroom. His wife wanted to do a complete "gut job"; removing everything and starting over. So, it was a fairly big project and would likely take a few weeks to complete. They figured they could save a few bucks by doing some of the work themselves and then hire me to help out with the heavy part that Dan couldn't do on his own. Dan asked me to stop by the house to work up an estimate for my part of the job. He was still fully employed and wouldn't be home, but said that I could let myself in through the garage service door. As I walked down the upstairs hallway toward the bathroom I heard music coming from the middle bedroom. Since the door was ajar, I could see a redheaded woman moving gently to the beat of the music. She was dressed in a black lacy bra and panties that accented her freckled, silky white skin. Her slim body and firm ass swayed seductively as she brushed her red hair in front of the mirror. Suddenly she stopped as she caught my reflection in her mirror. She quickly grabbed her robe and held it up to her chest as she turned to face me. "Oh god, sorry," she exclaimed. "Dan just called me a minute ago to say you were coming to do the estimate. I didn't think you'd be here so soon." "Sorry mam," I offered as I admired her shapely body. "Dan didn't tell me that anyone would be home. Hope I didn't scare you." "He probably forgot. That's so like Dan. I'm Helen, Dan's sister. I'm visiting for a couple of weeks while my house is being remodeled." "Nice to meet you, Helen. Well, I better get to that estimate." Helen slipped on the robe, which gave me a full view of her nice tits and flat stomach as she threaded her arms into the sleeves. She didn't seem shy or embarrassed to be showing me her body so scantily dressed in her bra and panties. "How long were you looking at me through the door?" "I wasn't staring at you, mam. Like I said, Dan didn't tell me that anyone was home. Otherwise, I'd have rung the bell." Helen looked at me carefully. "Well, I hope you don't think you can walk by my room and take a peek any time you feel like it. I'd hate to think that Dan hired a pervert to work for him." Helen's implication that I was somehow a pervert annoyed me. I was like any other red blooded guy. I certainly enjoyed looking at a sexy woman. And I've looked at my fair share of magazines and porn over the years. And, I must confess that I rarely turn down an opportunity to visit a strip club. But a pervert? No, I'm certainly no pervert. "Look, mam, I'm just here to give Dan an estimate for the bathroom remodel," I replied trying to hide my anger at her 'pervert' comment. (Under the circumstances I figured it was best to just let it go.) I continued on to the bathroom and got the measurements I needed to work up the estimate. The wonderful scent of Helen's soap and shampoo still lingered in the humid air from her shower. No question she was a sexy woman. Seeing Helen's sexy body must have put my mind on the thought of watching hot, scantily clad women dancing because I couldn't resist the impulse to stop by the local strip club on my way home. The Bare and Ball was a local bar that featured strippers dancing on a small stage along with a couple of pool tables in the back; hence the name Bare and Ball. Although there were other strip clubs in the area, this one had the reputation for having the hottest dancers. I took my usual seat at the bar and ordered a pitcher of beer. After I'd downed a couple of glasses I was approached by Angel. She was a brunette about 5-3 with a tight ass and the biggest natural tits you're likely to find. Many of the strippers had "done up" their tits with implants, which are certainly fine, but I tend to favor the natural look as compared to a pair of bolt-ons. "Would you like a dance, baby?" Angel purred as she rubbed her big boobs against me and massaged my thigh. I did my best to look her in the eye, but my attention was constantly diverted by her bodacious knockers that strained against the little bikini top that just barely covered her nipples. Her hand lightly massaged my cock through my jeans. How could a guy refuse an offer like that? Lap dances were performed in the back of the bar on chairs that were lined up along the wall. Not much privacy, but it offered a full view of the stage and the other lap dances in progress. Angel started by swaying seductively in front of me clad only in her skimpy bikini top and bottoms. Seeing her silky white skin brought back the image of watching Helen earlier that day. Soon Angel reached behind her back and unleashed the bra that was barely restraining her titties. She leaned forward and slapped my face back and forth with her massive boobs before letting me get a full, up close look at her erect nipples. The Bare and Ball had very liberal rules regarding lappers. Your hands were allowed to roam pretty much any where except the kitty. When Angel turned around and started grinding her ass into my crotch, I took the opportunity to cup her tits in my hands and massage her nipples between my fingers. "Oh baby, you've got soft hands. That feels so good," Angel purred as she leaned her head back against my shoulder. She then turned around to face me and straddled my lap as she continued to grind against my growing cock. At this point my hands were roaming all over her tits and ass. She offered me each nipple for a little suck. Sensing that Angel was enjoying the body massage that I was administering, I slowly moved my hand between her legs and brushed against her pussy that was covered by just a small triangle of fabric. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away. "Oh baby, you can't do that. I'll get in big trouble." "Who's going to know?" I countered. "The boss has cameras back here. I'll lose my job," Angel said as the song ended. Angel got off my lap and extended her g-string to accept my cash. "Thanks, baby," She purred. "You're a really dirty old man, aren't you?" "I've been called worse," I said as I watched her wiggle her tits into her little bra. "But you're a cute dirty old man," Angel said with a smile. "Come back and see me again. We'll see what happens." I returned to my stool at the bar. I had a semi-hard cock which was my acid test that Angel's lapper was pretty good and definitely better than average. However, your mileage may vary. After I got home, I took a shower to wash off the cheap perfume, lipstick and stale beer smell. As the hot water washed away the odor of the day, images of Helen and Angel passed through my mind. I'd been called a pervert and a dirty old man all in the same afternoon. Hey, I may be retired, but I'm not dead. I'd give them a bigger cock and better time than they'd get from most guys. Pervert... Dirty old man... I fantasized about having both of them at the same time. I stroked my hard, soapy cock as I imagined Angel on her knees sucking my cock while I played with Helen's pussy. The fantasy was so vivid that I rubbed one out right then as I imagined Helen and Angel on their knees taking turns sucking me off. I worked up the estimate for Dan that evening. He had asked me to call him as soon as it was ready. I gave him the quote and then went on to tell him about my encounter with his sister. "I'm sorry about that," Dan started. "She's just visiting for a few weeks. Actually, she's my stepsister. We were both adopted at birth. If you notice, we don't look much alike." "No problem," I said. "I just wanted you to know that she seemed upset that I was going to be working with you." "Yeah, she can be difficult. She was a real handful for my parents when she was a teenager. She got into trouble at school for wearing short skirts and revealing clothes. She had a "reputation" if you know what I mean. And she gave my brother real fits while they were married. Finally, he couldn't take it any more and left. Then she hooked up with a biker, which didn't end well." "I saw the Harley tattoo on her lower back," I offered. "How did you see that?" "She was in her bra and panties." "Bra and panties? You must have made quite an impression," Dan said with a chuckle. "Not really. The bedroom door was open." "Oh...," Dan paused thoughtfully. "Well, don't let her give you any shit. If she causes you any problems, let me know. The quote looks good. You can start tomorrow, if you want." I arrived at Dan's house around 8 am the next morning. This time I rang the front doorbell so as not to surprise Helen. She answered the door dressed in short shorts and a low-cut top that showed off her ample cleavage and bare midriff. "Dan told me you would be starting today," Helen said matter of factly. "Can I get you some coffee?" "No," I replied. I had a cup at breakfast this morning." "Your wife takes good care of you." "Well, not really. She passed away a couple of years ago." "Oh, I see," Helen said. "Sorry to hear that. I lost my husband, too. That's why I'm having my house remodeled. I'm going to sell it and move on." We exchanged a few more pleasantries before I proceeded to the upstairs bathroom. Helen went into the kitchen. The bathroom was still steamy. The delicate fragrance of Helen's soap and shampoo lingered in the air. I pulled back the shower curtain in preparation for removing the tile that surrounded the tub enclosure. Her soap, shampoo and bath sponge were still in the tray. Apparently, Helen felt no need to remove anything from the bathroom prior to my starting work. Then my gaze went to the corner of the tub where I spotted a medium size dildo. It was about 6 inches in length, pliable, black with a nice pair of balls and a suction cup on the end. I put the soap, shampoo, etc on the bathroom counter, but was unsure about what to do with the dildo. I picked it up and examined it a little more closely. It was about as long as my equipment, but thicker. The silicone rubber made it stiff, but still pliable enough to closely resemble a natural erection. 'So, this is how divorced women keep themselves satisfied,' I thought. As I turned around to put the fake boner on the counter with the other bath items I came face to face with Helen standing in the doorway sipping on a cup of coffee. "I can't believe you're such a pervert," she said as she placed the cup of coffee on the counter and reached for the dildo. I pulled the dildo away from Helen's grasp. "Pervert?" I responded. "Hey, I just found this on the edge of the tub. I didn't bring it here. This isn't mine. Who's the pervert?" Helen looked at me directly. "OK, maybe I'm a pervert, but I'm an open pervert. You're a closet pervert, which is worse." "I'm no closet pervert. I may be a dirty old man. There's a difference." "Oh yeah," Helen said assertively. "You're a dirty old man? You like those young little sluts? You like 'em young and trashy? That's what you older guys want, isn't it? Some young pussy." "Look," I said finally. "I may be old, but I'm not dead." Helen reached for the dildo again, but I pulled it away. Then Helen lunged for it again. "Give that to me. Dan would be so pissed, if he found out that you came on to me like this," Helen said coyly. "I'm not coming on to you, lady." "Oh, no? Then why were you spying on me yesterday? And why were you looking at my little toy? Do you think I'm sexy?" I paused and looked at Helen's cleavage which she clearly had on display for my benefit. My eyes drifted downward as I admired her long sexy legs. Strangely my cock stirred in my pants as I thought about her in the tub, legs spread wide, pleasuring herself with the dildo earlier in the morning. Helen put her hands on her hips. "OK, looks like the only way to solve this is for you to show me your goods. You might as well whip it out, which is only fair." By now my cock was semi-erect and straining against my zipper. I thought for a split second that maybe that wasn't a good idea, but the notion quickly faded as I looked at Helen's big tits that were spilling out of her tight, low cut top. "You want me to show you my dick?" "Yeah, seeing as how you've been spying on me, now it's my turn to take a look at your package." I unzipped my jeans, reached in and pulled out my cock. "Wow, no wonder those younger girls like you. Wow! Go ahead and stroke it." "I haven't been spying on you," I said defensively. "You had your bra and panties on. I didn't see anything that I couldn't see on any beach. Those young co-eds go around almost naked on the beach," I said as I slowly stroked my growing erection. I hadn't had any pussy in some time, so the thought of doing it with Helen was having its affect on me. "I can't really blame you for ogling those young chicks. But you are still a pervert. You old guys think you have a chance to fuck the young babes. But let me tell you, they aren't smiling at you, they're laughing at you." I ignored Helen's comment about me wanting younger women. "Since we're getting personal here. Why don't you show me your tits," I urged. "Keep stroking it. You really need to get this out of your system. I can't keep my bedroom door locked all summer," Helen said as she unbuttoned her top and allowed it to drop to the floor. Her titties sagged a little, but they were still sexy as hell. Her nipples became fully erect as she cupped and rolled them between her fingers. "You're very lucky I've taken to this idea. Dan would be furious about this." "Who says Dan has to know. I'm not one to kiss and tell, ya know," I said reassuringly. "You've got nice tits." I said as I continued to stroke my now fully erect cock. "It's fun to watch you stroke it," Helen purred as she stepped closer to me. "Do want to suck my nipples and play with my titties This is exactly what you wanted to see, isn't it?" I massaged Helen's breast with my free hand as I continued to stroke my cock. Helen reached down and took control of the stroking. Her soft hand felt fantastic on the shaft of my erect dick. She reached for the dispenser of lotion on the bathroom counter and pumped a couple of squirts into her palm. "Oh, that feels so good," I managed to say as Helen stroked my well lubed dick. "Why don't you take your shorts off," I urged. "Do you want to see my ass?" Helen said as she expertly jerked my cock fast and hard. "You're such a pervert. All you dirty old men want the same thing." Helen stopped briefly to unbutton her shorts and let them drop to the floor. "You want to shoot it on my ass, you old pervert? I'll clean it all up so Dan won't suspect anything." Helen continued to stroke my cock fast and hard with her lubed hand. It felt slick and wet, just like a hot pussy. Then she pinched and sucked on my nipples for a little bit. After a couple of minutes of her expert attention I got to the point of no return. "You're going to make me cum, if you keep jacking me off," I forewarned. "Shoot it on my ass," Helen replied as she bent over to give me a full view of her cute butt. "I'll be a good girl and clean up your mess. I'll take care of your cum just like a good slut. You're such a pervert. Stroke it and let me feel it on my ass, you dirty old man. This is what you wanted all along, isn't it." I could feel my cum boiling in my balls. I stroked my cock a few more times before shooting a few ropy strands all over Helen's tattoo. She reached behind her and rubbed it into her skin. "You came real good, baby. Not bad for an old guy like you," Helen said as she turned around to face me. The perspiration dripped from my face onto my chest. I wiped my face with a towel that was on the counter and then reached for another one that I handed to Helen. "You might need this," I offered. "I'll clean up your mess in the other bathroom," Helen said with a slight grin. "Since you're such a pervert, I bet you aren't done with me, yet. But don't get the idea that you can do all your pervy things to me every time you come over here." "No, I don't think that," I said unconvincingly. "OK, then you better get back to work. I don't want Dan to think I'm keeping you from getting stuff done around here," Helen said as I watched her ass sway seductively as she walked down the hallway toward her bedroom. That wasn't my first encounter with Helen nor would it be the last. The bathroom remodel would take a few weeks and there is more to tell about me and Helen. But that is the subject of another story. Bathroom Remodel Project Pt. 02 After my retirement I decided to do small remodeling projects to stay active and make a few extra bucks. My first customer was Dan. He needed someone to help with the remodel of his bathroom. Since he was busy managing his accounting business, we agreed that I'd do some of the work during the week and then we'd both work together to complete the "heavy lifting" on the weekends. In Part 1 of the story I told of my adventure with Helen, Dan's stepsister. Helen is an older, sexy redhead who has a killer body for a woman in her 60s. Part 2 of the story goes on to tell of my encounter with Maggie, Dan's wife. I still can't believe what happened. I arrived at Dan's house bright and early on Wednesday. I expected Helen to answer the door since she was staying with them during the summer while her house was being remodeled, but was surprised when Dan's wife, Maggie, answered the door. Maggie was the office manager at Dan's business, so I expected her to be at work. Maggie was in her 50s, a few years younger than me. I had met her briefly when I dropped off the written estimate for the remodel project at Dan's office. At that time she was dressed very conservatively which gave the impression of a prim and proper business manager. In the office she wore half frame reading glasses that she looked over when she talked to you. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun. Her blouse and skirt looked expensive and covered her shapely figure and ample bosom from her neck to her knees in fashionable, no-nonsense style. So, I was a little surprised when she answered the door in a thin, swimsuit cover-up that barely concealed her bikini. A pair of sunglasses that were perched on her head replaced her reading glasses. "Oh Hi! I'm Maggie, Dan's wife," she said warmly as she opened the door. "Dan said you'd be starting today." I shook her hand as I returned the greeting. "Hope I'm not too early." "Oh gracious, no. I'm always up and out of the house before 7. Except I'm taking today off so that Helen and I can go shopping. Dan's at work. Helen went to the grocery store." she said with a smile. "Please make yourself at home." I carried my tool box up the stairs to the hall bathroom. My goal for the day was to remove the tile and wallboard that surrounded the tub. The grout had failed, which allowed water to seep behind the tile and break down the gypsum board. I needed to remove everything down to the studs. Plus I was going to replace the outdated, leaking shower control valve. As I pulled the crowbar out of my toolbox I looked up to see Maggie standing in the doorway. "It looks like such a big job," she said as she scanned the tile surround. "Yeah, I might make a bit of a mess when I pull off the tile and wallboard, but I've protected the tub with that heavy tarp." "I'm so glad Dan hired you. He's not that good with tools," Maggie said as she pushed her hair back. "I'm sorry to bother you, but before you get started could I get the suntan lotion out of the medicine cabinet? My bottle is empty. Helen said that I could borrow hers. She's getting more at the store." Maggie's ample tits brushed against my back as she sidestepped behind me to get to the medicine cabinet. I could smell her perfume as she steadied herself by putting her hand on my shoulder. "Sorry," she said softly. "No problem," I replied. "It might get dusty and noisy when I pull off the tile." "I'm going to sit by the pool, so don't worry about the noise. Do what you have to do," she said as her tits brushed against me again on her way out of the bathroom, suntan lotion in hand. I watched Maggie walk down the hallway toward the stairs. She had a really cute little ass that swayed seductively. I noticed that she was wearing high heels instead of sandals, which seemed a little strange, but nice; no complaints from me. I had just started breaking up the tile and pulling it loose from the wall when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I pulled down my dust mask and googles as I turned around to find Maggie standing next to me. "I'm so sorry to bother you again. Could you put a little lotion on my back? I've done everything else, but can't reach my back." she said pleadingly. "OK, guess I can do that," I said as I pulled off my gloves. Maggie handed me the suntan lotion as she took a seat on a hallway chair with her back facing me. She had removed her coverup which gave me a full view of her ample cleavage as I peered over her shoulder. Her skin felt smooth and soft as I massaged the lotion into her back. "Ya know," Maggie started, "Dan hired a couple of college guys to paint the house last summer. They were cute, strong guys. And I'd watch them paint as I was sunbathing by the pool. It was so hot that summer. And they'd take off their shirts. And I'd watch them. Since I work so much, I don't have anyone to watch. They looked so good." I wasn't sure why Maggie was telling me this, but I kinda sensed where she was headed. I urged her on by commenting that I don't do exterior painting. "Oh, I didn't know that," Maggie replied absently. "Well, anyway, I'd watch them for a while. Then I'd play with myself. Once I rubbed my clit until I came," Maggie said with a little giggle. "I can be so naughty some times," she added mischievously. Maggie turned around on the chair to face me waist-high as I put the cap back on the bottle. "You've got nice, strong hands," Maggie commented. She looked at me and paused for a moment, then said, "Helen told me that you've got other things that are nice and strong." It took a second for my thoughts to gel. "What do you mean by that?" "I mean that Helen told me that you've got a nice one," Maggie cooed as her finger traced an imaginary line down my crotch with her red fingernail. "You mean Helen told you about what happened the other day?" I replied incredulously. "Every detail." I stared down at Maggie. "She made me promise that I wouldn't tell Dan," I said trying to hide my anger that Helen was a blabber mouth. "Oh, don't worry, she didn't tell Dan. He'd blow his stack if he found out that you were playing with us. But don't worry, your secret is safe with me." "Look. I don't know what Helen told you. I only caught a glimpse of her dancing in her bra and panties as I walked past her room. I wasn't spying on her." "She said you're a pervert. Are you a pervert, Bill?" Helen said as she examined the bulge starting to form in my crotch. "Listen to me. I'm no pervert. I admit to being a dirty old man. OK? But I'm no pervert. I'm just a red blooded guy. Hell, if a woman doesn't mind showin' 'em, I sure don't mind lookin' at 'em. That's not being a pervert. That's called being a Man!" "Do you think I've got nice ones, Bill?" Helen said softly as she cupped her tits. "I'm a pervert, too, I guess. I like lookin' at 'em too, just like you." I stared down at Maggie's tits that were just barely covered by her bikini top. They almost spilled out as she hefted them up with her hands. Maggie ran her hand softly over the bulge in my jeans. "Helen has gotten me really curious. How does she know that you have a nice one? Did you show it to her?" I hesitated for a moment. "Well, yes," I stammered. "I'd love to see your cock. It's getting hard already. I bet it's big. I'd love to stroke it for a while," Maggie cooed as she fumbled with my zipper. "Do you want to feel my tits?" I reached down and caressed Maggie's boobs. I pinched her nipples, which made her gasp softly. "Oh that feels good. I love to have my nipples played with. Take your cock out. I want to see it." I unzipped my jeans and unleashed my semi-erect cock. Maggie immediately grabbed it and started stroking. "Put some of that suntan lotion on my hand," Maggie urged. I did as Maggie asked. "It's getting so big and hard. Helen was right! You have a nice one, baby. I bet it feels so good when it's inside a pussy." I unbuckled my belt and let my jeans drop to the floor. Maggie pushed up my shirt indicating that I should take it off. "Why don't you take off that little top and show me your tits," I urged as I pulled my T-shirt over my head. Maggie continued to run her slick hand up and down my shaft. She reached behind her back and undid the bikini strap in one quick motion. "You like my tits? Stroke it while you look at my big tits. I caught the painters looking at my tits. They were such hot boys. You're a sexy guy for an old pervert," Maggie continued as she let her hand roam over my bare chest. "When I see you working in the bathroom, I wish you were my boy." "I told you, I may be a dirty old man, but I'm not a pervert," I replied as I pinched Maggie's nipples until they were erect and hard as gummy bears. "Oh god, you got me so wet. Stroke it while I play with my clit. Let me see you make it big and hard for me. I'd like to taste it too. That cock would be so big inside me. Yeah, and I'd ride up and down on it." I watched Maggie massage her pussy in little circles with her finger tips. Then she licked her fingers as she gazed into my eyes. I returned her gaze as my erection grew more intense. "You like that? You like looking at a hard cock? You want a cock inside you right now, don't you?" I hissed. "You don't have anyone to fuck, do you?" Maggie said as she continued to look me in the eyes seductively. "Can you believe you've got me rubbing my pussy. I bet you'd like to fuck that pussy right now. But you can't fuck me. I'm not going to let you fuck me this time. Keep stroking it for me." 'What is this bitch doing?' I thought. 'She gets my cock hard and then tells me I can't fuck her.' "You're a cock teaser," I said accusingly. "I told you I was a pervert," Maggie replied with a slight grin. "I want you to cum all over me. I want to lick your cock clean. But you can't fuck me. Oh,yeah. It's getting so big. You're so lucky to have such a big one. If I rub it faster and hard, maybe you'll cum all over me." Maggie continued to stroke my cock. Then she started to suck and lick the mushroom head, which put me close to the point of no return. Maybe she wasn't going to let me fuck her, but it was clear that she was determined to give me a great hand job. "I can tell you're going to cum soon. Look at my pussy while you stroke it. Look at me playing with my clit. You're making me so wet, baby. You're stroking it so hard and fast. I'm going to tell you when I cum so you can cum too. Oh yeah, shoot all that white cum all over me." "Where do you want me to finish?" "Shoot it on my tits. Let me have your load, baby. I want it bad." I felt the cum boiling in my balls as I soon reached the point of no return. With a few more strokes I shot ropey streams of cum over Maggie's tits. Some of it hit her chin and cheek. "Oh god, did that feel good? Yeah? That felt so good for me, too. You're such a bad boy shooting cum all over your boss's wife," Maggie said as she rubbed my cum into her skin. She smiled at me as she licked her fingers. "I guess I don't need that suntan lotion any more," she said with a grin. Maggy picked up her bikini top from the floor and smoothed her hair as I collected my T-shirt and pulled up my pants. "I better get back to work. But thanks for, ah, whatever you want to call this thing we just did," I said. "You mean this perverted thing we just did? You cumming on your boss's wife's tits? Is that what you mean?" "Listen to me," I offered. "This is just between you and me. You aren't going to tell Dan or Helen. Right?" Maggie smiled over her shoulder as she walked down the hallway toward her bedroom. "Don't worry, baby. It's all good." I wasn't sure how that answered my question, but I had no choice but to hope for the best as I returned to my work. I didn't see Maggie the rest of the day as she soon left to go shopping with Helen. I started to wonder if Helen had spilled her guts to Dan about what happened between us seeing as how she seemed to have no problem blabbing to Maggie about our encounter. I also wondered if Maggie would keep her mouth shut or if she was just itching to tell Helen about our little escapade. Sometimes these things can get out of hand and cause problems. But it was too late to worry about stuff like that now. I made a vow to myself, however, that Helen and Maggie would be off-limits from now on. Later that afternoon, just as I was finishing up for the day, I got a call from Dan. He asked me how the project was going and said that he wanted to meet me the next day for a drink at our favorite watering hole. He said he wanted to talk about the bathroom remodel, but I worried that maybe Helen (or perhaps Maggie) had said something to him. Maybe I was headed for a confrontation. The house was completely quiet the next day. I was able to get lots of work done without interruption (or ejaculation). But I couldn't help but think about what might be awaiting me when I met with Dan later that day. Dan was seated at the bar when I arrived. He had already finished a martini and had another one ordered when I took the seat next to him. The bartender, Gayle, was a young, hot babe in her mid-20s. She wore a low cut top that showed off her ample cleavage and tight shorts that hugged her firm, little ass. Dan seemed his normal self except he looked a bit tired. We talked about the remodel job and he expressed how happy he was with my progress in stripping it down to the studs. He went on to tell me what he wanted me to do next as he sipped his double martini before ordering another one. By the time we finished talking he was half in the bag. It was then that he mentioned Maggie, but not in reference to me. "Geez, Bill. I'm tired. Didn't get much sleep last night," he began as he took off his glasses and rubbed his brow. "Yeah, you look like you've been rode hard and put up wet," I observed. Dan leaned closer to me and said, "It's Maggie's fault," he slurred. "Don't know what's got into her, but she's been horny as hell lately." "Maybe it's her hormones?" I offered. "Could be. But she's not normally like that. I mean, around the office she is, well, prim and proper. You know, professional. And she's kinda like that at home. Always working around the house on stuff." "That's good," I said hoping Dan would continue. "But last night," Dan said before pausing to take another sip. "She came home from shopping, changed into her skimpiest bikini, and started making dinner." Dan paused for a moment when Gayle came by to check on us. She bent over slightly to retrieve our empty glasses. Dan gazed at her ass as she walked away. "Damn, she's got nice tits. Bet you'd like a piece of that," Dan said with a little laugh as he jabbed me lightly on the shoulder. "So, it was just you and Maggie at home last night?" I offered in hopes that Dan would continue. I still held out some hope that maybe his story wouldn't end with Maggie telling him what happened between us the day before. "Yeah, so she's walking around in her bikini with her tits swaying back and forth. And she's got a nice body, ya know. And I'm starting to get a boner 'cause I haven't had any in a while with work and all." "You've been working a lot lately, right?" I said. "Yeah. And then she starts telling me how happy she is with the way the bathroom is turning out. She said you're doing a great job." 'Oh no,' I thought. 'Here it comes. This is where Maggie tells Dan about what happened yesterday.' Dan continued with his story pausing only to take sips of his martini. I sat back to listen, prepared for the worst, as Dan revealed the scene at home. Dan leaned forward and lowered his voice. "And so, she tells me how happy she is with the way the bathroom project is going even though I haven't done anything. You've done all the work." Then she said, "Since you work so hard and I work hard, you get my special reward. I've been thinking about this all day. You deserve a very special reward." Maggie took my hand and urged me up from the chair. "You want to follow me?" she asked as she lead me to the bedroom. "Don't keep me waiting. I'm been thinking about this at work. We both need this, baby." "As soon as we got into the bedroom Maggie tore at my shirt and pulled on my belt buckle. She was only dressed in her bikini, so it didn't take her long to get completely naked. She tossed her bikini top on the floor and pulled my shorts down to expose my boner." Dan continued with his story as the image he was creating in my head was strangely giving me a boner. Maggie dropped to her knees. "Remember what we talked about? You need to last a little longer this time. 'Cause I need my reward, too," she said as she sucked and stroked my cock. Dan looked at me. "I don't know what got into her, but she sucked my cock like never before. The woman was on fire. And she kept saying how nice my cock was and how good it would feel in her pussy and how much she needed a big cock right now. And how she would ride up and down on it. And, I gotta tell ya, Bill, that's not like Maggie. You know what I mean? She was sucking my cock so hard that I could hardly control myself." Then Maggie looked me in the eyes, Dan continued. "Are you ready for the next part?" she said as she massaged her pussy and licked her fingers. "You've got me so wet. Sucking your cock makes me so hot, baby. Look how wet I am." Maggie climbed onto all fours on the bed. "Why don't you get behind me. Do you want to pull my panties down? Do me doggie style?" Dan looked at me straight on. "Well, I got on the bed behind her, ya see, and she started pushing back on my cock like crazy. 'Oh yeah, that's it. Oh that feels so good. That's it. Keep fucking me. That feels so good,' she kept saying. Then she looked back at me. 'Should we roll over now?' she asked. "But without waiting for an answer she just flipped over onto the bed and spread her legs wide. I noticed she was wearing high heels, which isn't like her at all. Normally, she goes barefoot around the house, ya know?" I nodded in agreement to keep Dan going. "By now she is out of her mind. I can tell she wants it bad. She strokes my cock hard and then guides me toward her pussy. And then she says something strange. She says, 'Fuck me now, Bill. Fuck me hard. Give it to me. I need it so bad.' "Then she pulls me down on top of her while I'm fucking her, wraps her legs around me and starts moaning into my ear. 'Oh yeah, that feels so good. Fuck me faster. Oh fuck. Oh yeah. Oh fuck. You are such a good boy." "We are really humpin' now. And she says, 'I want to feel you cum inside me. I want to see how much you enjoy me. You're doing such a good job, Bill. Oh that's it.' I tried not to look shocked, but I don't know if I succeeded. Dan looked at me. "She said, 'Fuck me now, Bill.' Just like that." I remained calm. "Are you sure she said 'Bill'?" "Oh yeah, clear as day. Not just once, but twice. I know she dated a guy named Bill before we got married. And there is a guy at work named Bill. She told me once that the lead painter last summer was Bill. And, of course, there's you," Dan said as he took another sip and peered at me over the rim of the glass. I paused to think before saying anything, "Well, maybe she just likes to think about other guys while you're doin' it. I like to fantasize about other women when I'm rubbing one out. Hell, I might fantasize about Gayle tonight, ya know? Don't you like to fantasize about fucking some tight, young pussy while you're doin' your wife?" "Well, sometimes," Dan confessed. "I don't know what she thinks about. Maybe she's fucking some other guy. Who knows?" Dan paused and stood up. "Well, I better get going," Dan slurred as he swayed next to his bar stool. "Hey man, you're too hammered to drive," I warned. "I'm going to drive you home. We'll come back and pick up your car tomorrow." I grabbed Dan by the arm and guided him to my truck. Bathroom Remodel Project Pt. 02 I figured that Maggie would be home (and perhaps Helen) when I got to Dan's place. I had no idea what awaited me there. I would soon find out. But that's the subject of the next part of the story. Bathroom Remodel Project Pt. 03 After my retirement I decided to start a one-man remodeling company so that I could stay busy and earn a few extra bucks to enhance my retirement income. My first customer was Dan. He hired me to help him with remodeling his bathroom. In part 2 of this story I told of my encounter with Dan's wife, Maggie. The next day I met Dan for drinks at a local bar. I was concerned that I might be headed for a confrontation if Maggie had told him what had gone on between us. Fortunately, that didn't happen. But I could tell that Dan had his suspicions because he told me that Maggie called out my name a couple of times while they were fucking the night before. In part 3, I continue my saga by telling the rest of the story, which includes an experience I'll never forget (or likely repeat) with Maggie and Helen. Maggie, as I mentioned, is Dan's wife. Helen is Dan's stepsister. If you would like to know more about Helen, my relationship with her is detailed in part 1. And so, I pick up where I left off in Part 2 at the local bar... After a few double martinis, Dan was in no shape to drive. After leaving the bartender a generous tip, I helped him out of the tavern and guided him to my truck. Dan protested that he was able to drive, but I knew better. This was confirmed when he promptly passed out as soon as his head hit the headrest. It was a short drive to Dan's house. I helped him stagger from my truck to the front door. Helen answered the doorbell on the first ring. She wore a low-cut tight top and tiny white shorts that accented her tight, firm butt. For a woman over 60, she was in really good shape. Helen took one look at Dan and immediately sized up the situation. "Oh boy, looks like Dan has tied on another one." Then she looked at me, "Thanks so much for bringing him home, Bill. Otherwise, Maggie or I would have had to go over there and get him." Helen helped me get Dan into the foyer. She turned and shouted up the stairway. "Maggie, your husband's home." Maggie came out of the bedroom, walked down the stairs and joined us in the foyer. She was wearing a towel wrapped around her head and a bathrobe. "Sorry, I just stepped out of the shower," she said apologetically. "Thanks for bringing him home, Bill," she said as she guided Dan toward the stairs. "He doesn't do this very often, but when he does there's nothing to do, but let him sleep it off. I'll just take him upstairs," she said as she helped Dan up the staircase. "Why don't you fix Bill something, while I get Dan into bed and finish getting dressed," Maggie suggested to Helen. Dan and Maggie had a very nice home in an affluent suburb. Helen lead me from the foyer into the Rec room. It was nicely furnished with a pool table, dart board and big screen TV. Along one wall was a long bar with 6 comfortable stools. Helen walked behind the bar and mixed up a pitcher of Margaritas as I gazed around the room looking at the softball trophies and other memorabilia on the bookshelf. "Do you want one?" Helen asked. Without waiting for an answer she poured the liquor into two salted glasses. I was already feeling pretty "loose" after my time with Dan at the bar, but accepted the drink with a thank you. After a couple of sips I looked at Helen. "You and me have a problem," I started. Helen looked a little surprised as I continued. "I can't believe you told Maggie about our little encounter." "Oh that," Helen replied casually. "That was nothing. I tell Maggie every thing. We're like sisters." "Nothing? You think that was nothing? I'm working for Dan. He's my first customer. If he finds out, I'm finished!" I exclaimed. "I don't know why you're so upset," Helen countered. "I did you a favor." "A favor? How is that exactly?" Helen looked at me over the rim of her glass. "Well, I hear that you did your pervy thing with Maggie, too. She had to satisfy her curiosity after I told her what a nice cock you've got. She got you off, didn't she?" "What?" I said incredulously. "She told you about that? What if she lets it slip to Dan that we were messin' around while he's at work? Then I'm really toast." Helen looked at me for a moment. "Sit down," she ordered as she pushed me onto the sofa. "Let me tell you some things about Maggie." Helen took a seat next to me and looked me in the eye. I tried to maintain eye contact, which was difficult considering that her tits were spilling out of her skimpy low-cut top. "Listen to me. You've got the wrong idea about Maggie. You think she's this prim and proper business woman with her expensive clothes, conservative hair style and reading glasses." Helen waved her finger at me. "No, no, no. Wipe that image out of your mind because that's not the real Maggie." "Oh really?" I replied. "Who is the real Maggie?" "Let me tell you," Helen said as she refilled our glasses. "The real Maggie is a cock teaser. You know those painter guys that she talks about? Well, last summer she'd lay around the pool in her skimpy bikini and let her big tits hang out. Those painters would look at her and get a real hard-on. Then she'd offer them lemonade and cookies while giving them a good look at her tits. She'd purposely let them sway back and forth right in front of their noses until the guys were drooling. Sound familiar?" Well, she didn't tell me those details," I responded. "No? Well, that's why I'm telling you this. So you'll know the real Maggie. Anyway, after the guy made a nice tent in his pants she'd make some little comment about how big and strong he is or something like that. Then she'd ask him to take it out so that she could see it. And she'd tell him to stroke it. Make it hard for her." "Yeah, OK," I replied. "So you're telling me she likes to fuck around on Dan." "Oh no!! I'm not saying that at all. She never lets them fuck her. In Maggie's world that would be cheating on Dan. No, they never get to fuck her. She may rub her pussy while the guy is stroking his dick. And she may wrap her hand around it and stroke it. But she won't let anybody but Dan fuck her." "I see. So, that's why she told me that I couldn't fuck her." "Exactly. She uses sexy guys to get her panties nice and wet. Then she waits for Dan to come home and jumps his bones and fucks the living s**t out of him. And while she's doin' Dan, she fantasizes about fucking the painter, handyman or whoever she's been playing with." Helen settled back in the sofa, satisfied that she had told the whole story about what made Maggie tick. "I thought she was a cock teaser," I said after a moment. Helen smiled. "You make that sound like a bad thing. Actually, everyone is a winner. She gets the guy off, Dan has amazing sex with his wife, and she has multiple orgasms. See? Everyone wins." "Well, not exactly," I countered. "She whispered my name in Dan's ear while she was fucking him that night. Now Dan has suspicions about me." Helen put a reassuring hand on my thigh. "Don't worry about Dan. He's harmless. They've been married a long time. Personally, I think he's on to her little games. And I think he likes it. Dan's no dummy." "I hope you're right. I've had enough trouble with women in my life. I just want to get my retirement business started and have some fun before I die," I confessed. I could tell that the Margaritas were having an affect on Helen as she seemed very mellow and relaxed. And I was feeling no pain myself. Helen let her hand roam up and down my thigh before her red finger nails brushed lightly across my crotch. "Do you think I'm a cock teaser, Bill?" Helen said softly as she smoothed back her red hair, which made her tits jut out even more. "Sometimes I think you're crazy," I replied. "You're a teaser. And you blab to Maggie too much." "I'm not like Maggie. I'm not married. And just because I'm over 60 doesn't mean I don't like to get fucked and fucked hard," Helen said assertively as her hand continued to play with the bulge in my pants. Helen stood up and slapped her ass. "Can you believe how tight this ass is? Do you want to see my pussy?" Helen asked as she unbuttoned her tight short shorts and let them drop to the floor. She wasn't wearing any panties, which gave me a full view of her nicely trimmed pussy. "Such a tiny little pussy," Helen said as she rubbed her pussy with her fingertips. "And my pussy still likes to get fucked and fucked hard. But I don't have anyone to fuck me like Maggie does," she said with a fake frown. Helen removed her top and tossed it on top of her shorts, which she had kicked over into the corner. "You've got a nice body, baby," I assured her as my cock continued to stir in my jeans. Helen leaned toward me and said in a sultry voice, "I like playing with you. You're as pervy and nasty as I am, aren't you? Would you like to fuck my pussy? Come on. Come and fuck this hot pussy. I need a hard cock in my pussy. I want to feel your cock in my pussy. Oh god, my pussy is so hot. I just want to get fucked." I couldn't resist Helen's hot body and dirty talk. I instinctively sucked on the nipple she offered and massaged her titties with my hands. "You're so horny, baby. You like dirty old men, don't you? Is your pussy wet?" I asked as my fingertips brushed lightly up and down her slit. "Oh yeah, it doesn't get fucked often enough. Suck my tits. Make my nipples hard please." Helen urged. From my position on the sofa I could see the entry door over Helen's shoulder. Maggie walked into the room dressed in thigh-high boots with a matching leather thong and bra. "Well, what do we have going on in here? A party?" Maggie said slowly. Helen turned around to look at Maggie. "Come on and join us, baby," Helen said without surprise or hesitation as if this wasn't the first time Maggie had walked in on her. Maggie held a large dildo in her right hand. "I need new batteries in my trusty little buddy," she announced as she held it up for us to see. She walked over to the desk drawer and reloaded her vibrator with a new set of AAs before taking a seat in a recliner chair in the corner of the room. Helen leaned toward me and whispered in my ear, "I told you she was a pervert just like me and you. She wants to watch you fuck me." Maggie rubbed the dildo up and down the small leather patch covering her pussy. She looked at me. "Your balls are twitching aren't they? Your balls are loaded, aren't they? I still can't believe you didn't shoot it on my face when you rubbed one out for me." Maggie stood up and removed her thong and bra, but left her high heeled leather boots on. Then she sat down again, leaned back in the chair and spread her legs wide. "My pussy is so wet. It's been a while since I fucked myself. You want to watch me fuck myself?" she said to the bookcase. Helen turned her attention toward me. "I need a dick in my mouth. A big hunk of man meat." She pulled at my belt, which was all the urging I needed to shed my pants and shirt. "Do you think I can cum with your cock in my mouth?" Helen said in a nasty, slutty voice. Maggie continued to watch us as she worked the big dildo in and out of her pussy. "Do you want to watch me fuck myself? Huh? Do you want to watch me slide up and down on this big dildo while Helen sucks your dick? It feels so good filling up my cunt hole. I'm rubbing my clitty now. Oh yeah, I need a dick in my mouth, too. A big hard fucking dick in my mouth. I need two cocks. One in my cunt. One in my mouth." Helen stopped sucking and grabbed my rock hard cock with both hands. She stroked it fast before she pulled me toward her and rubbed the tip up and down her slit. "Do you want to slide your cock into a wet pussy? My pussy is so fucking wet. I want to feel that big dick of yours sliding in and out of my wet cunt." "You're a cock teaser, baby," I gasped. "I'll give it to you any way you want." Helen looked me in the eyes. "I need a cock bad. But I want you to do Maggie first. Go ahead and fuck her. Feel her wet cunt grabbing your dick." Helen glanced over at Maggie. "Bill's gonna fuck you, baby." "Let me see his hard cock," Maggie responded. "Send him over here so I can see it." Helen gently pushed me in Maggie's direction. "Put your hard cock in her mouth. Let her taste it. Like you were eating my pussy and then kissing me." I couldn't believe what was happening to me in Dan's house. I could only hope that he was still passed out in the bedroom upstairs and couldn't hear our voices and his wife's loud moans and gasps as she worked the dildo in and out of her pussy. I stood next to Maggie's chair with my cock jutting straight out toward her open mouth. "Suck on it, baby," I ordered as I slapped her cheek with the mushroom head. "Now, open your mouth and let me fuck your face. Open wide and don't suck. Oh yeah," I moaned as Maggie gently gagged as I pushed my cock in and out of her gaping mouth while saliva ran down her chin. Soon Maggie pushed my cock back and swallowed hard. "You can't fuck my pussy, baby. You know that. I told you that before. I want to watch you fuck Helen," Maggie ordered as she pushed me back toward Helen who was rubbing her pussy while sitting on the sofa with her legs spread wide. Helen looked at Maggie. "Do you want to watch me cum? I need a finger in my ass. I need a big dick in my tight little pussy while I squeeze the life out of it. "What if Dan hears us?" I answered. Maggie looked up at me as she continued to work the dildo in and out of her pussy. "I'll worry about Dan. Eat Helen's pussy like a dirty old man. Show me how a dirty old man eats pussy." Without further urging I knelt down between Helen's thighs and gave her pussy long slow licks with my tongue paying particular attention to her erect clit. "Oh yeah, make my clit hard. OMG yeah, make me cum. Stick your tongue in my pussy. Make my pussy cum. Oh god, that is good. So good. Let me see your pretty eyes. You have a good tongue, baby." Eating Helen's pussy had gotten my cock so hard I thought it would explode. From Maggie's position in the chair she could see my ass with my cock jutting straight out toward the floor as I knelt in front of Helen's cunt. I was so focused on licking and sucking Helen's pussy that I didn't notice Maggie standing next to the sofa. "I want to suck that cock again, Helen. I'm going to start at the bottom and work my way up while he eats your pussy." Maggie positioned herself on the floor in front of the sofa so that she could get her lips around my cock. "I could suck it all night long. Do you like it when I lick it? Your cock is so hard. It just makes me want to fuck it so bad. I just love to suck cock. I love the way it slobs in my mouth." Helen's moans had turned into screams of passion. It was hard for me to believe that Dan could sleep through all of this. Between Helen's cries of delight and Maggie's moaning the noise had to carry upstairs. I expected Dan to come stumbling into the Rec room at any time. Helen grabbed my head and pulled my lips and tongue tight against her pussy. "Do you want to fuck me now?" she screamed. "I want you to fuck me right now. I want you to lick my asshole. Fuck my ass with your tongue. Oh god, it's making my pussy so wet. I want you to fuck me so bad. Ring around the rosy. Lick my asshole." Maggie stopped her sucking in response to Helen's cries of joy as my tongue played with her clit. "I want to watch you fuck her, you dirty old man," Maggie growled. I positioned myself between Helen's thighs and held her legs above her shoulders as she rested her head on the back of the sofa. She was very limber for an older woman. My cock had full access to her gaping pussy. "Guide me inside," I urged as Maggie took my cock and aimed it at Helen's hole. I pushed it all the way to the hilt in one slow smooth motion. Helen gasped as my cock hit bottom. "Oh yeah, fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Oh fuck that pussy baby," Helen screamed as I increased my pace. My thrusts pushed her back into the sofa with every stroke making her tits rock back and forth in perfect rhythm. "You like that tight pussy," Maggie asked as she watched my cock repeatedly disappear into Helen's cunt. "That's better than any 20 year old pussy you'll ever get." Helen moaned, "You like that? Do you want to stick your finger in my ass. Oh, it is so tight. I bet you'd just love to fuck my ass." I looked down at Helen, "Why don't you ride my cock for a while," I ordered as I pulled out and urged Helen to change positions. Maggie handed me a bottle of lotion as I laid down on the sofa. "Put a little lube on there. Get it nice and slick," she ordered. Helen straddled me reverse cowgirl style as Maggie kissed Helen passionately. I watched their tongues intertwine and play with each other. Helen bounced up and down on my cock as Maggie pulled and gently pinched her erect nipples. "Oh god, it feels so good on my pussy. On my clit. My clit is getting so hard." Helen pulled Maggie's mouth tight against her freckled tits as she bounced and gyrated on my rock hard cock. "Oh, suck on my tits, Maggie. Lick my nips. Oh yeah, my pussy is so wet. Bill's fucking me so good. Oh yeah, I'm going to fuck him some more." Helen turned around so that she could straddle me cowgirl style. Her tits and erect nipples swayed in front of my face. I took the opportunity to suck on them while she guided my hard cock into her wet pussy. She began riding me again, but with more intensity than before. Helen slapped her ass a couple of times. "Oh yeah, bad girl." Helen spread her cheeks. "You like my pussy. Is it tight enough for you. Your cock feels so good in my pussy. Such a hard cock. My pussy is so wet. Oh god, you're going to make me cum. Come on, fuck me." Helen was riding me hard and fast. Her screams were at full volume now. I was certain that Dan would hear the commotion and come downstairs at any moment. I glanced at the door repeatedly, but so far no Dan. Helen rubbed her clit with her fingertips as I thrust my hips upward to drive my cock in deep. "Oh god, I'm going to cum soon," Helen announced. "Don't worry, honey. I can always cum again. That's what's nice about older women. They can have multiples. We have lots of experience fucking. Stick that hard cock in this older pussy. I love it. Oh yeah, it's as tight as a 20 year old pussy. Better? Oh, I like that. Oh god, I'm cummminnnggg, baby. I"m cummminnnng!!" I, too, was reaching the point of no return. "God, your pussy is so good. I'm going to cum," I announced. "Where do you want me to finish?" Helen stopped her bouncing, slid off my hard pole and started stroking it with her hand. "I want you to cum all over my face. I want to lick that hot cum. Cum all over my face. I want it right now. I want you to squirt all over my face. I want to taste your cum. I want to taste you." The cum was boiling in my balls by now. I was at the point of no return. "I'm going to fucking cum right now. All over your mouth. Stroke my cock. Stroke it please. Oh yeah," I gasped as I shot ropy streams of cum all over Helen's face and tits. Helen and I collapsed into a heap on the couch as we came down from our orgasms. I looked around the room. Maggie was gone. I looked at Helen. "Hey, where's Maggie?" "She's probably upstairs checking on Dan," Helen replied without hesitation. Maggie walked into the upstairs bedroom. Dan was sitting in front of the small writing desk in the corner of the room. He was intently looking at the images that scrolled across the computer screen. "Well, did you get all of that on cam, baby?" Maggie asked as she peered over Dan's shoulder. Dan turned around and smiled at Maggie. "Oh baby, this is so fucking hot. That new webcam that I put in the Rec room is worth every penny. Look at how fantastic this video quality is. And the sound is clear as a bell." Maggie watched for a minute and then grabbed Dan by the shoulders. "OK, enough of watching Bill and Helen. I need a hard cock in my pussy. I'm so worked up. I need it bad, baby..." Bathroom Remodel Project Pt. 03 And so, you're probably wondering how I know that Dan was recording us on a hidden cam. The answer is simple. Helen is a blabber mouth. She couldn't keep a secret if her life depended on it. Turns out that Helen was a great fuck buddy while I worked on the bathroom remodel. We were doing the deed almost every time I was at the house. About a week after all this happened she let it slip that Dan wasn't passed out upstairs, but had recorded us on a webcam. It was a little game that Maggie and Dan had going on. What Helen had told me about the house painter, for example, was true. Maggie had got his cock hard by wearing skimpy outfits that showed off her tits and ass. Then Helen and Maggie took him to wherever Dan had hidden his webcam and played with the guy while Dan caught the action on his computer. This usually involved having the guy fuck Helen, but sometimes Maggie would just jerk him off. The reason that they did it secretly is that too many guys have performance anxiety and can't get it up if they know they are being recorded. If they do it secretly, then that's not a problem. In any event, afterward, Maggie and Dan would fuck while they watched the video. At first I was pissed about this, but Helen assured me that Dan or Maggie would always disclose to the guy what they had done. If he had a problem with that, then they erased the file. That's why Helen was telling me this. "So, do you want them to erase it?" she asked slowly. "Fuck no, I don't care," I replied. "At my age and stage in life, what do I have to lose?" Although, as I think back on this incredible story, I wonder if the video is posted on a website somewhere out in cyberspace. If you should happen to come across it, let me know.