After using an inheritance to purchase a large landscaping business, this 25-yr old kept all employees in place. He hired an outsider to canvas existing accounts door to door. The new hire presented a card to anyone home between mid-morning and mid-afternoon. The card introduced the new owner. It requested an interview for the purpose of improving services. The homeowner could set the appointment online by filling out a form. The web site was listed on the card. The pay for the new hire and the web site were off the company books, paid out of my pocket.

The canvasing was performed only in the high dollar residential accounts. Several people responded with positive remarks. A few requested a meeting with the new owner. One of those also asked about expanding services not currently offered.

I arrived at 12:45 with a satchel and casual dress. She answered the door in a robe, holding a big towel. She apologized for not being ready. Somehow, it all seemed contrived. She asked if I wanted to see the back yard. She stood by the sliding glass door to the patio. She reached across her body to open the door. She was blocking the exit with me mostly facing the frame of the door. She stepped back with her left foot. I started thru the small opening she had created. She pushed into me acting as if she intended to go first. She didn't pull away as she penned me against the frame and her ample left breast. She pretended to be off balance. When I reached for her with my left hand, she grabbed my forearm and pulled it to her and up. She was looking at it with her head below mine. My hand was suddenly filled with skin, soft and pliable. She eased back without letting go of my forearm, looked up and asked, "Do you see an opportunity to expand services here?"

I said, "I'll be right back." When I returned, I had my satchel from the foyer. I said, "With your location, privacy fence and distance from neighbors, it would take a drone to see anything in your back yard. If we use that padded lounge chair and this, we could address expanding services." I was holding a half liter bottle of unscented baby oil.

She said, "I'm impressed." She went to lounge chair which was open to a flat bed for tanning by the pool. She dropped the robe, climbed onto the bed, face down. I intended to make the oil massage last 45 minutes. I started on her shoulders, worked down to the feet. She turned over. I reversed the application. I intentionally avoided lingering in the middle. I did linger on her breasts. I wanted to do the whole thing again with more attention below the waist. I couldn't get her to turn over. In fact, she insisted I undress and replace her on the bed. She said, "Get on your back so you won't hurt your third leg." I thought she was going to get on me. She stood so I could fondle her ass and pussy. She made it clear she wanted that. Then she just started sucking me. She was too good for me to do anything but finger her. She clearly had a climax soon after we started. She stopped sucking me and clamped onto my fingers with her pussy and my wrist with her hand. She went back to sucking me. I warned her I was about to cum. "Do it." she demanded barely taking it out of her mouth.

I said, "It will be a load." With that, she grabbed the base with thumb and two fingers on each side. My dick was as hard as a nail. She put considerable pressure with her fingers there and started a rapid pumping. I popped my nut and as soon as I started, she did a deep throat number to the bottom of the whole thing. I was in heaven, moaning, trying not to thrust into her mouth but I couldn't help it. My ass came off the cushions two or three times. Her head road me like a cowboy on a bull. We finished, went inside for a drink and a shower together. She informed me we weren't thru. We sat at the breakfast table naked. She said, she put Cialis in my drink. About 5 minutes later she crawled onto the table, spread her legs, slid in front of me so I could eat her pussy. She let me go only a few minutes before saying, "Fuck me now." I stood, slid my rigid cock into her as she played with her huge breasts. She said, "Keep fucking when my husband comes in. He knows you are here and what you are doing. I told him what time to come home. I'm going to make him put on a show for you and me. I love doing this to him." I heard the door close in the hall. He'd come in from the garage. When he came in, she said, "Harold this young man has already fed me a wonderful of cum from his big dick. Now, you get undressed and start jacking off your little dick." He did. Honestly, his dick, smaller than mine was not a little dick.

I said, "I'm ready to cum, if you don't mind."

She said, "Harold, get ready to cum for my friend." Harold was jacking as hard as he could but his dick wasn't completely hard. I knew he wasn't going to cum yet. I made noises indicating I was cumming. She insisted I shoot as deep as possible." When I fell out, she had me come to the other side of the table by her head. She told Harold to watch. She lifted my wilting cock, milked it for the late cum. As the first glob of it appeared she showed it to Harold who was only inches from it. She sucked it out loudly. Then she got another. She went, "Ummmmm" while looking at Harold. She told Harold, "You know where to find your share. Go suck it out of me. I want to hear and fell you sucking his cum out of my pussy."

I watched as Harold pretended to be disgusted with her demands. He sat where I had been and started licking some that was oozing out. "Watch him." she said to me. If he spills any, he will have to be punished. I did watch. It was stimulating. I'd never seen a cuckold in person. He started licking below her ass hole for the drippings. Then he spent some time just below her pussy hole where it was coming out. "I can't feel it." she said. He covered her hole with his mouth and sucked hard. She was fucking cumming from his force. That gave him every drop I deposited. He kept sucking her juice after she had emptied herself of mine. I looked at his hand cradling his dick. He had unloaded just from eating her out. I didn't have the heart to tell on him. She must have been looking at me. She said, "Did you cum, you little Faget? She it to me." He eased his hand out for her to see. She said, offer it to our new friend. I declined. He didn't wait; he just cleaned it up. He stood up, left the room, came back with a wet washcloth for each of us and two hand towels. She looked at me, "Next Wednesday, same time here. I will have a friend over for you. If you like her, we might play flavor of the week all winter.