richelc 28 Dec 2022 15 years and still playing, a follow up I wrote a description of our sex life a few years ago. George and I have continued to see Dave at his home since. Apart from seeing him, we have just had some gentle fun on secluded sunny beaches, but never full sex with anyone else. Dave likes to meet at short notice and always makes sure his home is warm and inviting. I get turned on as George drives me to see him, sometimes wearing sexy lingerie, sometimes naked under...
richelc 10 Oct 2018 The Cleaner. 4 How to return his generosity I wondered how often William had his visitor. A couple of weeks later I asked him if there were particular days I should always stay away, to which he replied that he usually booked his friend on the first Wednesday of the month. He was quite open, but again asked for my discretion. Of course he had it. Coming up to Christmas, the embroidery group decided to go out for an evening. I told William, and he offered to drive m...
richelc 10 Oct 2018 The Cleaner. 3 The shock Two hours twice a week, starting after I had taken my daughter to school. A regular income. His house was easy to clean - a large bungalow - bright and airy. The aroma of filtered coffee was in the air and there was always the invitation to join William for a cup and a chat. His clothes were immaculate, expensive shirts and cashmere socks, with stylish snug underpants. Into the washing machine, dried and ironed and put ba...
richelc 9 Oct 2018 The Cleaner. 2 Making ends meet He said his name was William. I directed him to my house, and on the way took the £9 change from my purse and placed it in the central console, I must admit with great regret as it could have really helped out with some things my daughter needed for school. As we stopped, I asked him if he would like to come in for some tea or coffee. He hesitated, and then said Yes, if it wasn’t inconvenient for me. I was desperately try...
richelc 6 Oct 2018 The Cleaner. The beginning. Always grateful to William Shortly after my husband, a gambling addict, had left me for his secretary, I was shopping in a discount supermarket when I didn’t have enough cash to pay for my groceries. It was mid morning on a Thursday; my daughter was at school; I had checked the price of every item as I put it in the shopping basket, but had somehow miscalculated by exactly £1. I stood at the checkout, humiliated, as the cashier smugly said, in a vo...
