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A Replacement Partner

By: EgmontGrigor2011



CHAPTER 1

In the relative stillness of mid-morning, with most people gone to work, or school or to the mall, Freddie Lusk scratched greying hair on his chest, hitched up his briefs and went to the laundry window to peer out between the curtains, having heard voices.

He knew what it would be, yet another couple looking at the unsold house next-door.

Yes, it was a real estate agent in a yellow jacket showing a guy a patch of peeling paint on the weatherboard dwelling while she exaggerated the property's market growth potential on resale after a bit of renovation work.

She really meant heaps of overdue maintenance work. 

The agent might have known Freddie would be peering because when she and the client were standing back-on looking at the drab exterior, she spread her legs slightly and casually scratched her butt over her anus.

Well thereabouts.

Freddie's brow puckered as he attempted to remember what a bared female anus looked like because it had been so long but he'd been attracted by a few in his time, er female ones. He'd never looked closely at a male one and never would. Christ how disgusting!

Usually he had no time for nosey real estate agents. After Alice's funeral they'd come asking could they list his house for sale and were told to bugger off. But this one had fired his interest and now she'd turned and stared straight at the laundry window as if she'd guessed he would be, um, 'observing'. He froze, aware she wouldn't be able to see him. Well this agent was okay, probably aware he was more in need of a good fuck than the house they were looking at needed paint. 

The agent and client re-entered the house from the backdoor and Freddie fed Charlie the cat and scrambled a couple of eggs for his breakfast because in living solo he ate when he felt hungry rather than according to meal-time tradition. 

Two days later a crew arrived and erected scaffolding around the house next-door and on Friday a guy arrived with a noisy water-blaster to clean the exterior in preparation for repainting. Charlie disappeared and Freddie escaped to the mall for the day and took in two movies.

When the painters were done and the scaffolding removed, the movers arrived and filled the house with the personal effects of the new owners. Later Freddie saw the thickset guy he'd seen that day with the real estate agent searching the front lawn as if looking for dog shit. Freddie guessed what that was about and went over to the boundary fence.

"Hi I'm Freddie," said Freddie, thumbing over his shoulder in the direction of his house.

"Hi I'm Richard Holmes, the new owner."

"It's under the letterbox."

"What is?" said the guy sounding dumb enough to be Australian.

"The location of the tap to turn on the water."

The effect was interesting. The guy straightened and smiled and said, "Gee thanks Freddie. Come in for a beer." 

Richard looked under the letterbox at the front gate of the footpath leading up to the front porch and said, "Huh?"

"Slide the lid off the steel box."

"Oh yeah," Richard said and found the valve tap.

"Lucille arrives tonight and I didn't want her to be in our new home without water."

Ah so the guy was living with someone, perhaps she was his wife or mother.

"Lucille?"

"My wife, we've been married three years," said the neighbor, pushing the cover over the water-meter and dusting ants off his hands.

The beer was cold so must have arrived already chilled. Good thinking, the guy obviously had some brains.

"What do you do Rich?"

"It's Richard. I'm manager of the accounts department of a trading company."

"Oh very... very interesting," Freddie said, stifling a yawn.

"And you?"

"I'm retired... retired early when my wife Alice died 2½ years ago."

"You look too young to be retired."

"I did say I retired early," Freddie said icily.

"Oh yeah. I failed to pick up on that one."

Well at least Rick, er Richard, appeared to think honestly.

"What profession were you in Fred?"

"It's Freddie."

"Oh sorry."

"None. I owned and operated a home improvement store that I'd inherited from my dad."

They chatted on and when a second beer wasn't offered, Freddie said he had to go and feed his cat.

"I don't like cats and like dogs because they poop on the lawn."

It didn't surprise Freddie that dour Richard didn't like cats. He mightn't like himself much either. If people really did marry opposites, there was a chance Lucille would be openly vivacious with long blonde hair and perhaps, as a bonus, would have a great rack.

Next morning Freddie was out picking peas when a musical voice at the fence called, "Hi Mr Lusk."

He turned and said, "Good morning Mrs Holmes. Please call me Freddie."

"Only if you call me Lucille."

Huh? God she was almost beautiful with great teeth, a tremendous wide smile and a mane of chestnut hair. She looked no more than forty.

"Thanks Lucille. Gosh you're a great looker."

"Oooh, I have a flirty neighbor. How lovely. When Richard told me he'd had a beer with the old retired guy at Number 37 I never thought you would be a handsome 40-year old."

Freddie laughed and said, "You can lean on our shared fence and talk to me any old time. Um here, you have these peas. There are plenty that are ready with more to come."

"Oh I only know how to cook frozen peas."

"Nice try Lucille but I don't buy it. You look all brains to me. I detect a slight accent. Where do you hail from?"

"Well it wasn't a slight accent when I arrived here with my parents fourteen years ago. I was born in Amarillo."

"Oh is that near Wellington?"

"I don't think you are that stupid Freddie," she giggled.

He grinned and said, "Is This the Way to Amarillo' used to play here on the Hit Parade on radio."

"God it reached all the way to here? I know how far it is to Texas because I've just been home with my mother to visit my frail grandmother. She's been a smoker since she was seventeen and now is paying for the vice."

"How old is she?"

"Sixty-one or twenty-two years older than me."

Handing Lucille the bowl of peas, Freddie said, "Then look at it this way Lucille. Think of all those years she enjoyed her vice."

She patted the side of his face and said he was a very nice man.

Rick er Richard came over that evening to return the bowl. It was full of marmalade muffins, Freddie's second favorite choice after raspberry and white chocolate muffins.

"Lucille said I was to return the bowl and say, 'From Lucille with love'."

"Thanks. She's lovely Richard. I'll poke my nose into your business and say treasure her."

Richard frowned. "You two appear to have made an instant impression on each other."

"Well she comes from Amarillo. I know the song."

Richard looked blank.

Jesus.

"Oh there's something I have to ask. I had mentioned to Lucille you'd retired from a home improvement center. We decided to ask could advise us about improving our new home internally. You know, a bit of paint and a bit of wallpaper."

"Yes sure."

"When?"

"Now?"

"Um Lucille is in the bath."

"Then let's start with the bathroom."

Richard began laughing nervously and when Freddie winked he accepted it was a joke and laughed louder.

"Call me over at a time to suit on Saturday morning Richard."

Richard called a few minutes later.

"Lucille wishes to talk to you."

Freddie waited and heard the phone being handed over and Richard say he'd be watching TV.

"Freddie?"

"Hi. I have my eyes shut."

"What?"

"You're probably still in the bath."

"Oh that. I don't mind you looking at me but unfortunately we don't have that kind of phone. Look please come over at 5:30 on Saturday afternoon and we'll grab a drink and tour the house."

"Shouldn't Richard be there?"

"In saying we I include Richard," she giggled.

"Yeah right but he needs to be there if he's to sign the cheques for your improvements."

"But darling, gran has given me ten thousand bucks to spend on our new house. We don't really need Richard's consent."

"Are you allowed to call me darling?"

"I suppose not, at least by Richard. But it's done now. Guess what I'm touching right now?"

Freddie's mind stretched boundaries but he pushed aside those wild thoughts and said, "You have picked up the soap?"

"God that's an unexpected answer and yes, you are right. I'm placing it in the holder. Well until 5:30 on Saturday and yes Richard will be there. Please stay to dinner."

"Gee thanks."

"Sleep tight Freddie."

Freddie wondered if he was in love.

From that day Lucille called Freddie each morning to chat as soon as Richard left for the office at 8:15. She was a computer graphics designer for a magazine, working from 9:00 to 4:30.

The house tour produced some interesting conclusions: instead of getting in professional decorators, Lucille said she could start at the office at noon and work shorter hours for a fortnight while she painted and hung wallpaper.

"Yes I know you have done that work previously," Richard said sternly, "but it's really a two person job. I suppose we could hire someone to help with the hanging and with the ladders and trestles."

"Freddie could assist couldn't you Freddie?"

"I suppose so."

"How much an hour?" Richard asked.

"For cash so I can escape tax deductions?"

"No under the table payments," Richard frowned.

"Yes," said Lucille, eyeing Richard sternly and of course she won.

"Twenty bucks an hour."

Richard's mouth dropped open.

"Jesus Freddie, that's practically the rate for an inexperienced 16-year old."

"Pocket money is all I need and I'll be chatting away in the company of your gorgeous wife."

"Who'll be working in overalls and a scarf over her head or wearing a cap," Lucille smiled.

Richard nodded and said, "Well you two work it out. My thinking is at that low rate we could redecorate the entire house."

Freddie pictured Lucille on her hands and knees painting a skirting board and without wearing her overalls and he kneeling behind and ramming in his dick. He was almost panting in desire, feeling weak at the knees.

Oh boy.

Oh yeah? She was too classy to allow an old yobber like him to touch her. God he was fifty-five.

A day later, Lucille gave Freddie five hundred bucks and a list of items to buy or hire. The list included new overalls and a painter's cap and hairnet as well as hire equipment and paint and painting aids that he said he could purchase at trade rates.

But a fucking hairnet? Where the hell would he go to buy that? 

Freddie went to the home renovation center he once owned and purchased various things and Steve the new owner didn't blink when he read the list and saw hairnet. He disappeared into the accessories aisles and returned with a hairnet.

"You didn't stock these but we do," Steve grinned. "Trying to catch me out eh?"

Freddie hitched up his small SUV to the hire trailer loaded with the gear he'd hired or purchased and minutes later backed down the side driveway to the Holmes' home. He used a key Richard had given him to take everything into the living room or to store out the way in tone of the bedrooms.

He saw Lucille arrive home and grinned, waiting for the call.

She gritted hi and then said, "What's this fucking machine doing in my living room?"

"Oh hi Lucille. I guess you had busy and tense day at the office by the sound of your voice."

He waited and so did she.

He sighed and continued. 

"There's been a change of plan. I've decided we should do a professional quality do-over. That machine is a spray painting unit. There will be no wallpaper, it's all to come off and the walls prepared for spraying in off-white but I have several tints that you can choose from. I'll spray the walls and ceilings. We then dump the carpet and I'll get a retired mate in who'll restore your beautiful Rimu-wood flooring back almost original pristine condition. Geoff is a master restorer."

"Freddie," she gritted ominously. "Are you not aware of the word 'consultation'?"

"Yeah I know what it means but knew you were busy at work and knew you'd left me in sole charge. Believe me baby, when we have finished with this room your pride will swell your cute breasts."

"You idiot, who wants polished floors?"

"You and Richard do."

"And why are you calling me baby and talking about my breasts?"

"It's a mere turn of phrases my dear."

"Well I'm not your dear and you're fired."

"Um before you act and do something you'll forever regret and call three of your most respected girlfriends right now and ask them if money was no object, what type of flooring they would have in their living rooms if they decided to renovate."

"God you are goading me right to the edge Mr Fucking Lusk."

"Yeah and it sounds like it. Call them," Freddie said, and slid his phone shut.

He poured a beer and waited.

Fifteen minutes later he heard the backdoor crash open and Lucille rushed in and shrieked, "Where are you, you darling man?"

"Kitchen."

Just as well he was on the sofa rather than on a kitchen chair and not nursing Charlie.

Lucille threw herself at him, almost winding him and kissed him hard on the mouth and then panting said, "Omigod, I'm aroused."

"Then get off me. I'm not prepared to relieve you because you abused me."

She giggled, grabbed his beer and took a big swig.

He looked at her poker-faced and said he gathered all three had said their top choice would be polished floors with throw rugs.

She nodded and dribbled and wiped that away, not looking at all embarrassed. Her nipples were very noticeable, appearing ready to burst through the bra and dress front.

He said, sounding as if he were in command, "Kiss me again and no tonguing."

She obeyed meekly and he could feel her heat.

He pushed her away and stood and told her to follow him.

They went into the living room and she gasped.

The ceiling was white, the walls with just the faintest hint of lilac and the Rimu flooring transmitted the wonderful subtleties of tongue and groove carefully matched heart native timber.

"Omigod," she said, her arm linked in his and he could feel her trembling.

"This floor is a top example of my pal Geoff's master craftsmanship. As in your house, that Rimu had been buried under carpet for at least half a century but I'm telling you, it takes real love and sweat to get a floor looking this good. This is what I wish to have replicated for you."

Lucille said, "And the kitchen flooring?"

"If you wish."

She hugged him tightly and said thank you. Lucille said she and Richard would clear the living room of everything and he'd already had a couple of guys on standby to come and lift the carpet and take it away for resale because it was in excellent condition.

CHAPTER 2

Two hours into the first day of work, stripping wallpaper in the living room, Lucille said, looking very unsexy in her white overalls and white painter's cap, "Time for a break."

"Okay."

"I'm hot and will remove my overalls. Don't be repulsed."

She was wearing pink underwear and asked, "What do you think?"

"You look sweet. I'm about to ejaculate."

She giggled and went off to make coffee, returning with it on a try and with pumpkin muffins. 

Freddie was aware she was being deliberately provocative because she could have stripped off in the kitchen.

"Do you think my breasts are too large?" 

"Nope. They move a bit when you walk and that's appealing."

"What to you?"

He didn't answer.

"Freddie are you saying you'd like to have sex with me?"

"I'm saying nothing. I'm drinking coffee and having a work break."

She sipped her coffee and then pouted.

"I thought you might be interested."

He looked at the ceiling and said, "I'm saying nothing."

"Should I show you my pussy?"

Freddie stood and said, "It's getting steamy here; I'm going outside to finish my coffee."

She didn't follow and Freddie didn't know whether to feel disappointed or relieved. Of course he wanted to fuck her. Did she think he was carved out of stone?

He returned inside and she'd gone from the kitchen. He found her in the living room already back at work, stripped wallpaper high up, using a ladder. She was back wearing her overalls and cap.

Freddie found she'd taken off her panties and left them on his cap.

He picked up the panties and sniffed them, and buried his nose into them and looked up to see Lucille pulling back to regain her balance on the ladder. She must have become over-excited watching him sniff her musk.

Jesus, was she hot or what?

They worked solidly for the next two hours, not talking, and then she went off and ten minutes later called from the kitchen that lunch was ready.

Lucille had made chicken salad and had poured two glasses of wine.

"This looks great."

"Thanks. Will you take me away for a dirty weekend, somewhere private?"

"I might."

"What would you like to do to me if we did that?"

"Fuck every hole."

Lucille's fork banged on to her plate and she spluttered the wine she'd just taken into her mouth.

"Excuse me. You must think my table manners are foul."

"Either that or I shocked you."

She smiled and said, "Well you're not wide of the mark with that comment."

Freddie changed the topic to progress they were making on removing the wallpaper and the preparation he'd need to make before spraying including sanding the floor to remove grime and imperfections and get it even.

"I'll then call Geoff in."

"I hadn't realized stripping wallpaper would take quite this long."

He said well it did.

Freddie said, "About your suggestion we go away for a weekend."

"Yes?"

"You need to know I'm fifty-five."

"Yes?"

That yes presented as a question threw Freddie.

"Um you would be dealing with an old man."

"Bullshit and I already had guessed you were in your mid-fifties. I suppose you are unaware Richard turns fifty next year?"

"Jesus, will he? How did you two meet?"

"I immigrated here to New Zealand with my parents when I was twenty-five. I had just divorced my first husband on the grounds of desertion of one year. He'd found another woman and had taken off. We had been scrapping for some time because he was frequently drunk and abusive. We had been living in South Carolina and the divorce went smoothly as all legal attempts to contact him failed. Dad was head-hunted for a high-powered job with the New Zealand Government and because I had been living at home for more than a year and wished to continue living with them, I applied for permanent entry to this country and got it. I met Richard, who'd also been married once, when I was contracted by the company he worked for to design a bunch of brochures for a line of new products and he was in charge of that project."

"Tell me, why this interest in me when you remarried only three years ago?"

"Do you really wish to know?"

"Yes please because in my mind the reasons could justify me being involved in an adulterous relationship with you."

"You may have noticed Richard is rather dour, rarely smiles and also he no longer wishes to do anything exciting and he's nowhere near as soft as you are in your manner and he's not as kind to me as you are."

"So you are after a bit of tenderness?"

"Absolutely."

"And you don't think us just being very close friends would achieve that desire?"

"No I want you inside me, to briefly own me."

"Jesus," snorted Freddie, surprised at her bluntness. "Well okay then, I will go away with you when the opportunity arises. In the meantime I suggest we don't grope passionately."

"But we can kiss and may reach down to feel your cock if the mood takes me?"

"Isn't that groping passionately?"

"Not unless I grope passionately."

"Oh right. You have a clever way with your thoughts and your words at times."

She giggled and said Richard never spoke to her with that level of engagement.


A Replacement Partner



"Then you made a mistake marrying him?"

"More or less although I don't resent living with him and he gets on well with most of my friends, meaning he makes the effort. Initially I found him quite exciting and rather passionate about me but that has somewhat faded. I'm not thinking of leaving him and I won't regard you as a marital substitute."

"Good, I'm glad to hear that."

She said, "Well I must hurry and be off to my real job and may have to work late to get through my workload. Let's kiss like friends, coolly."

Freddie led them into the kiss and squeezed Lucille's left breast, just to let her know he had sexy thoughts about her.

When the pulled away he almost jumped her when her saw the depth of the unguarded look in her eyes.

Jesus.

As soon as he arrived in his house Freddie gave Charlie some attention and then lay on his bed with a towel and masturbated, thinking of Lucille's very firm 34s. That thought worked, er spectacularly.

Geoff arrived unexpectedly next morning and was introduced to Lucille and noticed how much slower she was at stripping than Freddie.

"Are you enjoying this work Lucille?"

"The truth is no."

"Then pay me peanuts to do it for you. My mate and I will rip through the stripping and masking the windows for painting."

"Oh goodness, really? What do you think Freddie?"

"It's not a bad idea. You'll get your house back earlier. Would you work for twenty bucks an hour Geoff?"

"Yeah but I want $80 bucks and hour when I do the floors."

"Fair enough. Is that okay Lucille?"

"Oh yes. I'll leave things out for your lunch and then I'll go to my real job. I had under-estimated what was involved. I had thought it would feel rather romantic working on the renovation of our home, but not to be."

"That's because you are too beautiful and intelligent for menial work Lucille," Geoff said and he really enjoyed her giggle.

* * *

At last the renovations were done and with Lucille presiding, Freddie and Geoff positioned all the furniture back to where she required it and then Geoff went off, delighted at seeing how well the floor looked now furniture was back in the room. Freddie went to the home improvements center to borrow a trailer to return the last of the hired equipment.

He returned home and went over to have coffee with Lucille in the living room. She'd taken the day off work to spend putting knickknacks back into place or new positions. The new curtains and drapes were due to be delivered and she'd asked Freddie to help hang those and she'd gone out early to buy floor coverings for the bathrooms and the living room.

"Hi it's Freddie," he said, walking in through the open front door.

"Hi," she called. "I'm changing. Either come down to watch or get the floor coverings from the trunk of my car." 

"Right," said Freddie and pondered.

The temptation from the alluring Mrs Holmes loomed large again. This was an invitation to see her in a state of undress. They'd kiss and he'd place a hand on her bared or near bared pussy and she'd melt in gratification, um perhaps, and moan and they'd be into it. 

Then guilt and probable depression would hit them and he'd look aghast at his semen running down the inside of her thighs and she stood, swaying and staring horrified at him, knowing they had sinned and there was no turning back the clock.

Oh yes, things would never be the same again between them: this was a wakeup call.

"I'll get the floor coverings," he called, aware as the senior person it was his responsibility to control the situation even though she was an adult.

He began the three trips to carry in bathroom mats and scatter rugs. Little wonder she was sexed-up; she'd been on a buying spree.

"Dump them in the living room and I'll sort them," she called from the kitchen. "God I feel sexy as I've spent almost four thousand bucks on good quality coverings and that's sent my blood rushing."

Freddie imagined a pulsating pussy and nipples standing out like pencil ends. Groaning, he hurried off to fetch in the second load.

"I'll serve coffee in the living room," she called from the kitchen.

Freddie slid a hand down to adjust his underpants and went back for the large woven mat that he guessed would go under the coffee table.

He carried it into the living room and almost dropped it.

Lucille was dressed in a revealing little pink sleeveless dress, the neck scooped down to cover a little more than half her boobs and the hem finished level with the top of the patterned lace of her stocking tops, black stockings for fuck sake.

The front of his pants tented and the temptress smiled, the sides of her mouth almost reaching her earlobes, or so it appeared.

"Curtains," yelled a guy on the front porch.

"You pour, I'll sign," Freddie said desperately, not wishing a young, muscular and fit courier guy seeing Freddie's beloved dressed so that she looked more appealing than probably if she were naked.

Freddie watched in relief. The courier guy was pot-bellied, overweight and looked exhausted.

"A good day?"

"Listen mate, it's been hell out there with more complaining women than a dog has fleas and the traffic has been horrendous."

But the guy appeared gratified to have got that off his chest.

"Well a cold beer awaits you at home," Freddie smiled.

The courier guy watched Freddie sign 'Richard Holmes' for delivery of the four packages, and said, "No fucking way mate. I'll get home and the missus will order me out to the garden to dig new spuds for dinner and then wash her fucking car."

"Husbands like you deserve a medal," Freddie sympathized.

The guy said, "Gee thanks Mr Holmes. I needed a piece of support like that. You are a tower of strength."

Freddie went back two paces, afraid he might be hugged.

The guy drove off and Freddie carried in the first pack and found Lucille waiting for him, holding out a knife ready to castrate him.

"I'll open and you bring in the packages," she smiled appreciatively, much to his relief. The small pack will be the curtains for the two bathrooms."

The drapes were heavy and so Lucille mounted the stepladder for the less strenuous job while Freddie bunched up each drape and it high while she unfurled the top portion and clipped the hidden hooks on to the nylon carriers protruding from the channel track.

Freddie studied the inside of her thighs, taking in the pretty black and red lace of the stocking tops and his gaze was irresistibly drawn upwards and he was looking at the rear-protruding pussy lips. He almost dropped his bundle in shock: Lucille was not wearing panties.

"How are you holding up down there?" she called.

Freddie croaked he was fine.

She climbed down and fell against him and, of course, they kissed, long and sweetly.

Lucille then turned and pressed into him for another big kiss, her boobs flattening against his chest.

Freddie could feel the tip of his erection was positioned well and then temptation consumed him and he weakened. He was about to unzip and push it in when Lucille looked down and burst into tears.

What the heck, he hadn't gotten it out yet and anyway it wasn't all that frightening?

"The hem," she wailed.

He parted from her and looked at the hanging drape and saw nothing wrong.

"There's nothing wrong with it," he assured her manfully.

"It's... it's... UNEVEN," she sobbed.

Freddie lifted the back of her dress and patted her bare butt and said, "There's nothing wrong, I promise."

Palming a handful of butt cheek, he squeezed

Thankfully she didn't appear to notice.

She pulled away and pouting so incredibly beautifully, tears staining waterways down her face, she asked how he could promise such a thing.

"Easy. The heavy material has been bunched up. By morning the fabric will have straightened under its own weight and made the slight adjustment to the atmosphere of this room that will differ slightly to the atmosphere of the fabrication room where they were made."

Freddie brushed at the tear tracks on her face with a hand and she smiled at him. He lifted the back of her short skirt and patted her bare butt again.

He sighed and said, "Go and change out of this hugely sexy outfit you sexy provocateur. Richard will be home soon and I don't want him seeing you flashing your pussy and jiggling your breasts at me. It was a real treat though."

"You have seen my pussy?"

"Yes, well just from the back."

"Well look at it now and finger it and let me suck your finger."

"Off you go young lady. I've seen sufficient for one day."

She returned dressed normally in bra (well they weren't jiggling), tight top and jeans and scuffs.

Lucille climbed the ladder and began hanging the companion drape.

"I had been hoping you'd try to fist me while I was defenseless up the ladder."

"Which hole?"

She wobbled on the stepladder, shrieking in laughter.

When she settled, Freddie began talking to her quietly, saying he'd not go away with her for a dirty weekend and he explained why.

"So you think of me as a slut?"

"Hell no and don't ever again let me hear you talking like that. The problem is you are married and age-wise we are almost a generation apart."

"The difference is half a generation."

"Don't be pedantic and shut up and listen, I think rather than keep on with attempts to have me bang you, that you should devote that energy to try to reform your husband. If Richard used to show deep affection for you and used to be livelier and ready to do more exciting things, then he won't have lost those abilities in just three years. If the truth's known it's probably because you also have changed a bit. When you two have sex does he just roll away and go to sleep?"

"Yes."

"Well for a start that's something to begin changing. The situation is he feels drained and you are still on a high. Ask him to fetch you a glass of wine."

"What drink in bed?"

"Yes and why not? You sit up and he comes back, feeling his energy returning and he sees your smile and your tits..."

"I would have my nightdress back on."

"Why not sleep nude?"

"Well he might wake and feel my nudity and want sex when I'm sleepy."

"Jesus girl, you really need sorting. Most women I know of complain their husbands have lost interest in them and that means in sex."

"You talk to women about their intimacies?"

"Yes."

"But why?"

"Tell me, what is of greater interest to them than what you call their intimacies?"

"Omigod."

"What?"

"You are getting through to me."

Freddie sniffed and said, "Look don't worry about it. All you have to do is to modify your thinking and behavior slightly. You won't be aware of this but you are the sexiest woman I've ever known. Because you want me to have a piece of you in return for my warmth and gentleness when being with you, you have come at me with all guns blazing. But you have the wrong target: you aim should be your husband. I said you probably only have to modify things slightly. Asking for a glass of wine, or water if you prefer, after sex action is not a significant change in behavior... it's a minute although probably a noticeable change. And you don't announce hereafter you sleep nude, you just do it."

Lucille had been conversing, leaning against the ladder. She now came down breathing heavily and smiling.

"God you are amazing. I've never thought of changing my behavior to change the behavior of another person."

"Is that right? What if I say you do it all the time?"

"Okay the please enlighten me."

"Let me see. Okay, here's a great example. The first time we met you said to me, 'Richard told me he'd had a beer with the old retired guy at Number 37 I never thought you would be a handsome 40-year old'." 

"Omigod, I think that's exactly what I did say to you."

"Perhaps it is. It burnt into my brain. And you said that to make me like you because you realized we were locked in as immediate neighbors."

"Omigod. You're so right. And a little while ago I invited you to finger my pussy, to keep you on track for having a dirty weekend with me. When I returned from changing out of my pink outfit you then began talking to me about why there would be no dirty weekend with you... you knew you needed to change my behavior."

"Yeah will I've know from the outset you are one of the most open women I've ever met but you have grey matter where it counts, under that luxurious thatch of chestnut hair."

They continued on talking and were almost finished when Richard walked in and said, "Holy smoke, this room looks amazing."

"Thanks darling. Lift a leg of my jeans and kiss the ankle. You can kiss me in the crotch later."

"Lucille!"

"What?"

"Freddie is here and listening."

"Yes and he's been married and knows about intimacies and how it's healthy for a marriage for a couple to be self-indulgent in the way in which they interact. Isn't that right Freddie?"

"Um yes."

"And you know every woman has a crotch?"

"Yeah of course I do and what lies therein," he said, catching Lucille's appreciative glance. "Richard I say if you can't relax and be yourself in your own home then the alternative refuge is the car or the office and that's neither sociable nor healthy in terms of marital relationships, right?"

"God what illegal substance have you two on?" Richard grinned. "Actually what are two are saying makes sense. I-I suppose I'm a little more conservative than you two are."

Freddie seized the opportunity while Lucille appeared to be recovering from the shock of Richard's admission.

"Well you know how to deal with that wet blanket effect pal, deal with it?"

"How?"

"Easy, start now. Help Lucille down off the ladder and kiss her well in front of me and ignore me and if you dare begin to apologize for such brazen behavior I'll sink my fist hard into your belly and no, Lucille and I haven't been on anything. We are imbued with the euphoria of seeing this room coming to near-perfection."

"Come down the ladder and welcome me home by engaging in a big kiss darling. I've always thought of Freddie as a sensible and learned guy and know this time he's so right. Then off you go and change into a pretty dress so Freddie and I can enjoy your femininity."

Freddie grinned, "Say pal what have you been on?"

"Oh we began entertaining some VIPs at 3:00 and I admit to being a little lubricated. I'll help with this last drape and then pal we'll opened a couple of bottles of wine and sit in here as a threesome and enjoy this most beautifully renovated room. Freddie, you've been a real treasure to Lucille. She's become more animated again since she met you and we are ever so gratefully for your assistance in converting this house into a real home."

"Thanks for the speech pal. Lucille is waiting for her juicy kiss."

* * *

Freddie strung up the hired colored lighting over the front porch of the Holmes' house on Friday afternoon and in disgust placed the twelve fiberglass and steel-legged pink flamingoes in the lawn on both sides of the pathway leading in from the front gate.

Lucille arrived highly excited and in typical female fashion clapped her hands and cooed the flamingoes were absolutely gorgeous and then had Freddie shift them to precisely the position she wanted each one placed. But she rewarded him with a beautiful open-mouth kiss and pulled his hand on to her left breast.

God, he thought, women really know how to manage a guy. Mothers must teach their daughters from an early age.

Lucille took him by the hand to the bedroom and told him to sit on the bed to be the first person to see her in her new party dress.

"Shouldn't that person be Richard?"

She smiled as if humoring a near brain-dead retired guy. "But here's not here."

Freddie assumed that was purely and simply female logic.

She stripped off totally in front of him.

"It's a sheath... too tight to look good if wearing underwear.

He almost ejaculated, well at least mentally, when she leaned forward to step into the silver and blue piece of film and her tits swung forward and swayed.

She looked up and caught him with his mouth open. She smiled and winked.

The dress appeared to be constructed to flatten her tits.

"What do you think?" Lucille asked, standing with one hip pushed forward, a hand resting on the other hip.

"Every guy at the party will want a piece of you."

"Including you?"

"Yes."

"Including Richard?"

"Yes."

"Excellent."

What the hell did that mean? Freddie wondered and heard a diesel delivery van arrive.

"The caterers are here."

"Please attend to them darling. I don't want those women attempting to have a piece of me. Oh did you remember to get your suit pressed?"

"Um I decided it looked shabby and bought a new suit."

"Omigod you should have called me and go with you to buy it?"

"I grew up in an era when men considered it was manly for a guy to choose his own attire."

"Attire, I thought that word was obsolete?"

"I wouldn't think so. You are probably thinking of garb."

"How is it you know so much?"

"You think of knowledge as being learned but in reality it is acquired, meaning the longer you live and have memory retention the longer you acquire knowledge. Note the subtle difference. Great tits, I must go to direct the caterers to the kitchen."

The 'house warming' next day was in full swing when Freddie went over.

He couldn't see Lucille but he recognized the dress but not her because she had her hair up hair and was in full make-up.

"Jesus."

"Thanks Freddie. That was even better than Richard's reaction but I must say he tried really hard. Omigod, your suit, it's lovely. You must have found a female assistant."

"It was a guy, older than me," Freddie said stiffly. "It's super-fine South African Merino wool, French blue with one button of Italian design."

"Oh Freddie it's wonderful. Come I have someone I'd like you to meet."

Freddie looked at the tits, approved, and then looked at the face and thought he recognized the woman who was just entering the house.

"Hi darling, Lucille said, and she and the older woman kissed.

"Lauren I'd like you to meet my dear friend and immediate neighbor Freddie Lusk. Freddie this is Lauren Grant, the real estate sales agent who sold Richard and me this house."

"Hi Lauren, I'm pleased to meet you."

"Hi Freddie."

"Oh some other guests are arriving. I must perform my hostess duties. Darling please show Lauren through the house to view the improvements we have achieved."

"Beer or whisky Lauren?"

She smiled, looked at his red wine and asked for a red wine.

"Well come and view the star of the renovated areas, the living room," Freddie said, handing Lauren her wine and linking his arm through hers.

She made no effort to break free.

"Were you involved in the renovations?"

"Yes," Freddie said proudly. "I worked as a painter and decorator for my father when I was young and when he died I inherited his home improvements business at South End and I retired after my wife's death 2½ years ago when I lost any purpose of carrying on. She was in charge of administration."

"Oh how sad. It's almost two years since my husband dumped me for a much livelier model with fewer miles on the clock."

"How sad."

"It happens and I'm long over it."

They entered the room and Lauren's jaw almost hit her chest.

"Omigod, this is a magnificent make-over."

"Lucille and I stripped the wallpaper and she did some brush painting, I did the spraying and a pal of mine did the floor restoration."

Looking closely at the flooring and the painted wall where they were standing, Lauren said, "In my opinion this is as good as it gets. Congratulations. You are amazing and I guess it was you who persuaded Lucille not to go for re-wallpapering and to throw away the carpet."

"She's able to cope with change."

"And evasive answer although probably true comment Freddie. I really find you so interesting."




A Replacement Partner



"Isn't it a bit early to be coming on to me Lauren?"

She laughed and said he'd be lucky and then appeared embarrassed when she found him looking at her intently.

He relinked with her arm and took her into the kitchen where the three catering staff called hi Freddie as if he were a celebrity.

"This floor is a masterpiece, stripped back to the timber and then lightly stained and treated to resist the damage of high-traffic, spills and dropped pots and pans, cleaning chemicals and flooding. I ripped out the poor quality plywood walls and relined and painted and got tight-ass Richard to treat his wife to new benches and kitchen appliances. I think when he finally said yes they banged all weekend but that's only a guess because they didn't emerge all weekend. Are you able to bang all weekend Lauren?"

"I could call that comment offensive and ungentlemanly?"

"Yes and on the other hand you know I took the risk."

"Well I'm not answering so call that a draw."

Freddie said softly, "You're an okay gal Lauren."

She looked away embarrassed.

They continued on.

"Lucille accepted my advice to leave the hallway untouched and save money because it's not particularly well-lit and it's in reasonable shape. That left the two bathrooms and laundry because the three bedrooms were okay and all had been re-wallpapered fairly recently judging by the paper designs."

"That dark hole of laundry is a design abomination? Why on earth would you want to touch that?"

"Well the name of the game was home improvement and like you Lucille doubted that anything could be done with it apart from knocking out a whole wall and installing a sliding door."

"So that's what you did?"

"No it would only provide another door to check that it was locked before leaving the house."

"Ah you upgraded the lighting?"

"Yes among other things."

The second bathroom serving visitors and the two guest bedrooms just looked brighter, according to Lauren

"We just painted white over the yellow walls in this room. It hadn't been used much by the excellent condition it was in and visitors do have a toilet to use beside the family room and kitchen."

"The effect achieved just from a coat of paint is quite astonishing."

"Um three sprays actually Lauren and using masking tape to protect the bath, wash basin, and top and I later painted the vanity base the same color as the walls, and masking the toilet, shaving cabinet and built in wall mirror and floor tiles edging took three hours."

"And now for the laundry. Lucille almost had sex with me when I handed her the sketches of what we should do with the laundry."

"An exaggeration I'm sure."

Freddie stood aside and waved Lauren in.

"Omigod," Lauren said, voice rising. "I bet she was almost willing to gratify you to that extent."

The big old washing machine and over-sized dryer beside it had gone and a modern and much smaller washing machine was placed on the opposite wall and a matching dryer mounted above it. And airing cabinet had been custom-built to fit in the gap between those machines and the laundry tub that had been shifted across from the other side and after the channel across the concrete floor had been refilled the retiling of the entire floor had been completed.

On the wall where the machines and tub had been was now occupied by a slanting back tier of shelves now filled with pot plants apart from a waist-high potting table with a storage cupboard beneath it. The roof gable above the washing machine and tub that faced the sun (when it was sunny) had been cut open and neatly lined below the two slightly tinted newly installed windows with an electric operated blind to control sunlight reaching the pot plants. 

"It was an expensive conversion but Lucille is in here a lot now and just loves this space."

"I bet she does. This is just so imaginative Freddie. And I love it."

They walked to the bedroom en suite, this time Lauren linking her arm into Freddie's.

He said, "New tapware and toilet seat, re-grouting of floor tiles and three of the walls repainted vivid white."

"God it looks like a new bathroom. Omigod," Lauren said, walking all the way in and seeing the wall over the bath had been painted purple and over that was expertly rendered was the image of a curvy, long-legged female painted in shades of white with no coloring for the eyes and nose, but the lips were red and the nipples were pink and there was a touch of pink just inside her vulva. The woman's knees were bent slightly and she had one hand on a hip and the right hand was pointing right at something. 

"Omigod, that's a quality painting."

"I agree, one of Lucille's friends she went to art school with and who specializes in murals came did it. Lucille was the model."

"I suspected that and was wondering whether to ask you."

He said, "Richard is so taken with it but only their close friends get to see it."

Freddie asked, "What are you thinking."

"I'm thinking I must talk Lucille into getting a leading home and garden magazine to do a feature on the renovations to her home. What do you think of that?"

"It wouldn't bother me providing I'm left out of it. I don't want readers bothering me to be involved in their home renovations."

"What if I asked if you would work on upgrading my home?"

"Well start dating me and that would be a fait accompli."

Lauren smiled and said she already had a couple of men she dated periodically.

"You will find plenty of talented people to assist you, people who have been trained in home redesign and renovation."

She asked, frowning, "Is that your last word on that?"

"Yes. You just need to make a sensible decision."

"But why make it a condition that I must start dating you?"

"You won't like the answer."

"Try me."

"Because I have this feeling I'd like to fuck you."

Lauren snorted. "God you don't mind saying what you think."

"Well at least you now know how desirable I think you are."

Lauren checked that no one was approach them. "Just between you and me, have you had sex with Lucille?"

"No but we came close a couple of times. I think she wants me to date someone and that's why she practically pushed you and me together when you arrived this evening. But that's only a suspicion."

"So she sees you and me and being compatible?"

"That's a logical assumption. I've sorted her mind out about difficulties she and Richard appeared to be having and this could be her way of repaying me. She knows you are personable, a good conversationalist and thinks you probably like sex."

"So she has spoken to you about this?"

"No, as I indicated this is all conjecture but to me it seems logical."

"Can I think about this?"

"Yes of course and talk to Lucille about me if you wish but don't mention this conversation I've had with you or me taking my relationship with her to the brink. She's too young for me and she's only been married to Richard three years and they are still sorting themselves out following the ending of initial euphoria. I don't wish to harm that relationship. Oh she bedazzled me from the beginning when I knew immediately she was perhaps the loveliest women I've ever met."

"The more I talk to you the more I like you Freddie."

"Thanks but don't get too carried away. During the next day or two think about the arrangement I've proposed. Don't rush it and dwell on possible disadvantages. Come on, let's join the party."

Later as Freddie was leaving after saying goodnight to Lauren who'd kissed him lightly, he went looking for Lucille and found her near the front door.

"Are you going early?" she pouted.

"Yeah."

"Wait while I grab some hot chicken pieces for you. Supper is about to be served."

Lucille returned with a paper shopping bag.

"Here's a bottle of wine and a range of food. Eat and drink and talk to Charlie," she smiled and kissed him.

He saw the kiss coming and thought well the renovation work was over and so were the days of her being sexy with him. But as she kissed she suddenly slammed her groin into him.

Jesus anyone around him could have seen that.

"Good night darling," she said softly.

"Have a great night and great drunken sex," he said. "It's a great opportunity to get Richard revved up like he would have been during the honeymoon."

She giggled and he could see she wanted to touch him. 

Freddie walked to his house lightly, feeling years younger than his age. God she was so naturally sexy.

* * *

Lauren drove home from the house-warming party feeling in a mess emotionally. She wasn't drunk because she had to drive home and consumed only three wines in 3½ hours and had snacked before having supper. Well Mr Romeo had not pressed her to drink in an attempt to get her out of her panties and that was a big tick for him.

The truth was he was so damn interesting. She couldn't be critical about Lucille apparently wanting to have sex with him. She'd had dinner a couple of times with Richard and Lucille, the first time at Richard's insistence that she should meet Lucille and they wished to treat her to a good dining out experience to thank her for showing Richard the house they now loved so much. The second time Lauren had invited them to her home for dinner to reciprocate and they'd related so well that she and Lucille had met a couple of times on Sunday mornings at the mall and now Lucille was apparently attempting to stitch her up with Freddie although had not said a word about that intention.

Two evenings after the party, Lucille called and within half a minute after saying hi had asked, "What did you think of Freddie?"

"Are you attempting to stitch us up?"

"Why would you think that?"

Lauren had thought that was phrased as an evasive comment and said because Lucille had introduced them and then left Freddie and here to it.

Of course Lucille explained there were incoming guests to greet.

Lauren, used to dealing with evasive sellers and prospective buyers, waited patiently for further response from Lucille.

"Well okay, yes I believe he'd make a great social contact for you."

"Define social contract."

"Oh god Lauren, don't make me spell it out."

They laughed and Lauren said no harm done and she regarded it as an act of friendship.

"He wants to date me."

"Well?"

"Um he's so full-on."

"You can date but say no to groping."

They laughed.

Lauren said, "I asked would he be my consultant about upgrading the interior of my house. God the work done on your home is amazing. When you said the party was a combined house-warming and redecoration party I arrived expecting to find a bit of new paint had been splashed around. What you guys have achieved left me speechless. The laundry especially is an upgrade masterpiece."

"I know and expected it would awesome, so much so that when he showed me the sketches of his conversion ideas I almost... well I almost humped him."

"Oh god."

They giggled.

Lucille said, "I was so impressed that I had a specialist photographer come in to take 'before' photos. He has since taken 'after photographs' and I have sent them to a magazine that I believe will be interested in purchasing publishing rights. I must discuss this proposal with Freddie because he master-minded it."

Lauren said she liked the sound of that.

"So you really think Freddie is an okay guy?"

"He is, absolutely Lauren. For an older guy he's so lively and so positive and interesting. God he's even counseled me when I mentioned Richard's and my relationship appeared to be sagging a bit and I must say his suggestions are working. I think some of our growing indifference had been due to me taking Richard too much for granted and vice-versa. It sounds a simple thing to remedy but nothing I'd tried had worked before consulting with Freddie, although I'd not intended to do that. What I'm saying is Freddie is a bit of a surprise package." 

CHAPTER 3

Lauren called Freddie 'the surprise package' the evening of that day she'd discussed him with Lucille.

"Hi it's Lauren. How are you Freddie?"

"Fine thanks. Nice to hear your voice."

"Thanks, um I've decided I'd like to date you."

"Look Lauren, I've since thought that was an unreasonable demand. I'll come and look at your house and hear your suggestions about the upgrade and will then work on some proposals. There is no need to date."

"Oh but I'd like you to date me. Freddie you must understand when you are a 51-year old divorcee, men are not exactly hanging off trees waiting to be plucked like ripe fruit."

"Gee I like that forlorn exemplification. Does your offer extend to possible sexual connection?"

"It might."

"Hold it right there, I'm on the way over."

Lauren laughed and said she'd suggest they start with just a movie.

"And that would be my suggestion as well. I was just teasing you."

"I guessed that and accept that's how you are. It's also my understanding that neither of us is so old we've lost our interest in sexual relationships."

"Damn right Lauren. What about a movie tomorrow night?"

"Yes that would suit nicely.

During the screening of a wispy romantic comedy, Freddie reached for Lauren's hand resting on her thigh. She welcomed his grip with a slight squeeze and didn't pull away after that. Aware they weren't young gropers, Freddie didn't attempt foreplay, knowing there was no rush.

As they hit the sidewalk after the movie, Lauren said, "God it's a long time since anyone held my hand in a movie." 

"And I enjoyed the experience," Freddie smiled. "Should we eat somewhere?"

"Well I am hungry."

"What about Thai?"

"Oooh yes please."

As they said opposite each other at a narrow table, knees just touching, and sipping a Central Otago Riesling wine, Freddie came straight out with it.

"Have you remained sexually active?"

"Yes and you?"

"Yes but I don't get enough of it?"

Lauren smiled and said she was glad they'd breached that subject.

"I have a couple of guys on hand," she said. "Unfortunately both are married."

Freddie said he had no problem with that. He'd had to cast his promiscuous net wide.

"Behaving not unlike a scavenging seagull in fact but I've never paid for it and, touch wood, and have never had unpleasant experiences. There are numerous women out there who are willing to have casual sex but it's damn difficult finding them and numerous risks are involved."

"Exactly and that's why I've considered myself lucky to have establishment my two cozy arrangements."

After dinner they kissed and went home separately, having arrived independently. That had suited Freddie because he wished to get to know Lauren better before he visited her home and perhaps she'd anticipated that. They had arranged to meet at a restaurant for lunch on Sunday and Freddie surprised her when he said he'd book. Laura had acted as if she were used to men not doing any of the leg work. 

At the restaurant on Sunday, Freddie watched Laura approach. She was tall with a well-defined body for her age and today she had her auburn hair up high and her make-up looked light and she wore a sundress and was showing cleavage although her breasts appeared rather small. Well she wasn't fat, was she?

Dressed in white jeans and a black polo he stood and smiled as she arrived at the table and she almost pressed in firmly when they kissed, perhaps giving him a hint she'd decided to announce her decision about establishing a relationship.

She announced it when they were parting, pushing in hard against him as they kissed once more.

"Yes I'm prepared to commence a sexual relationship with you," she smiled.

He grinned and said well he should come and appraise her house.

"I need to see it in mid-afternoon. Should we do that next Sunday or perhaps this Wednesday?"

"Let's try for this Wednesday," she said. "I'll plan to work only a half-day. Will you bring pajamas?"

"I sleep nude and would hope you do too."

"Well I often do in summer," she smiled

Freddie pressed the front door button just after 2:00 on Wednesday and heard the deep melodic ring of a bell within the house.

The door opened and the pink-cheeked Laura greeted him, wearing a dressing gown.

As she closed the door behind him she said, "Would you like sex first?"

"Yes and are you a woman who likes to fuck?"

"Yes," she said simply and hooked her arm into his and hurried him to the main bedroom.

They kissed, their first kiss with passion, Freddie having slipped a hand between the flaps of her dressing down and rested it on her warm belly and she pressed against his hand and half a minute later pushed his hand down.

Freddie inserted a finger into her wetness and withdrew it and held it just short of her mouth.

Staring at him, Lauren opened her mouth into a big 'O' and sucked that finger slowly and noisily. That simple action revved them up. 

Freddie pulled apart the ties of her gown and he sunk to his knees and Lauren groaned and spread her legs and pushed a hand against his head, sending his probing tongue deep ino her slit. He didn't comment about her being neatly trimmed and neither did she comment later when she moved in to fondle his hairless dick and balls. And then when she rolled over him, back-on, and began jamming his length up her pussy and crying. 'I want this, I want this', Freddie became convinced they really were compatible.

THE END