“Come on in, Karen. I’m back in the kitchen visiting with my brother.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Nancy. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything. I was just going to say ‘hi’ before the kids get home from school.”

“Come in,” Nancy said again. “I’d like you to meet my brother.”

Walking into the kitchen, the two women saw Nancy’s brother sitting at the island with a glass of iced tea.

“Karen, this is my brother, Jake Hobson. Jake, this is my neighbor, Karen Blackwell,” Nancy said in the way of introductions. “Jake’s here on an assignment and will be here about six weeks.”

Reaching out her hand to the handsome stranger, Karen said, “It’s nice to meet you, Jake. What are you assigned to do?”

Taking Karen’s hand, Jake looked into her big, brown eyes. “I’ve been sent here to study you.”

“Oh, shit, Jake,” Nancy laughed. “Don’t start hitting on my neighbor in the first two minutes. You could at least wait an hour or two.”

“Why would I want to waste time when the opportunity is right in front of me?” he said while still holding Karen’s hand. “Beauty should be enjoyed when seen.”

Karen blushed. “Thank you, Mr. Hobson,” she muttered.

“It’s Jake,” he said, still holding her hand and admiring her short blonde hair and lovely blue eyes.

Karen hesitantly pulled her hand back, looking at Nancy.

“My bullshit brother works for a company in New York that has sent him down here to investigate some land purchase possibilities. He’s overpaid, underworked and always a sniffing dog.”

Looking back at Jake, Karen said, “It’s been a while since anyone has flirted with me. I think I rather enjoy it.”

“See, Nancy. Karen has just admitted that she appreciates a little uninvited attention.”

“I just don’t know what to do with you,” Nancy huffed. Turning to Karen, she said, “We were just discussing where Jake will stay while he’s here. His company is giving him a daily expense allowance. We were thinking of places for him to stay that will be convenient to the locations where he has to work.”

“Why not stay here with you?” Karen asked.

“There are a couple of problems with that option,” Nancy replied with a frown. You know my husband is a big-time democrat. Jake is one of only fifteen republicans in New York. Bill and Jake get into political arguments within five minutes. To tell you the truth, Jake is a lot more mentally agile than my Bill and their discussions can get loud and acrimonious.”

Looking back at Jake’s handsome and smiling face, Karen offered, “Then why don’t you stay with me? My ex-husband had an office in the basement. It’s a big room with a bed and desk. There’s a private bathroom just outside the door.”

“That’s an interesting thought,” Nancy allowed. “He’ll be gone most days working. You have a walkout basement, so you’d hardly see him. You could even charge him rent.”

“If you’d like to see the space, I’ll show it to you,” Karen told Jake. “It really is a nice space. My ex lived there for almost eighteen months while we were getting a divorce. He fixed it up nicely.”

Standing up, Jake said, “Sure. I’d like to see it. Then I could visit with my sister when her idiot husband is away.”

“He is not an idiot,” Nancy grunted.

“Hey, idiot ... democrat ... the words are interchangeable,” Jake laughed.

Walking out the front door, Jake followed Karen. It took only seconds for him to ascertain that Karen had a fantastic butt. Her legs were toned without a hint of fat. He had already seen that her chest was well developed. Living in a house with a divorced woman could offer some bonus opportunities.

Pointing out the room, Jake walked in to find a nicely furnished large room. At one end, it had a queen-sized bed with a nightstand and lamp. At the other end, a large desk and chair. The doorway to the room opened near the head of the bed, but a bookcase had been placed there for some privacy.

Karen showed him the bathroom. It was easily as large as any hotel he had used with an oversized walk-in shower.

“This is nice, Karen,” Jake told his hostess. “What would you charge me to stay here?”

“Oh, my, I just don’t have any idea,” she replied. “If you like it, just move your things in and make yourself comfortable. We can discuss rent later. It will be nice to have a man in the house again.”

“How long has he been gone?”

“Almost a year now,” Karen answered. “He wasn’t much, but he is the father of my two wonderful children and we share custody. They spend every other weekend with him as well as every Wednesday night. The girls are six and eight. I’ll try to keep them upstairs, but they do sometimes like to watch television in the back room down here.”

“Do you work outside the home?” he asked.

“I’m a writer,” Karen answered as she led him back up the steps. “I write children’s books and work with an illustrator that lives nearby. We publish four to five books a year, but I generally work from my desk upstairs.”

At the top of the stairs, Karen said, “Obviously, this is the kitchen. Feel free to use it at any time. There is a mini-fridge in your closet downstairs, but you can certainly keep anything you want up here. There’s a wet bar over there. Use it as you wish.”

The front door crashed open and two young girls came running in but stopped dead in their tracks when they spotted Jake. “Is he our new daddy?” the little one asked.

Bending down to hug them, Karen laughed. “No, girls. This is Mr. Hobson. He’s going to be staying in the basement room for a few weeks. He’s Ms. Nancy’s brother.”

The little one looked up. “He’s pretty,” she said with a smile that showed a toothless gap.

With her hand on the oldest child’s head, Karen said, “Mr. Hobson, this is my oldest daughter, April. The one with the loud mouth is May.”

April held out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Hobson. I’m eight years old and I’m in the third grade.” Pointing at her little sister, April said, “May is six and she’s in first grade.”

“It’s very nice to meet you,” Jake said with a warm smile as he leaned in toward them.

“You girls run upstairs and put your things away and change your clothes. Then we’ll have a little treat,” Karen directed them.

Turning back to Jake, Karen said, “Come and go as you please. Tomorrow I’ll get you a key to the house. I hope you’ll enjoy staying here. I know that I’ll enjoy having an adult around. The girls go to bed at 7:30. Then you’re free to use the television in the family room.”

To her surprise, Jake leaned forward and hugged her. “Thanks, Karen,” he said as his strong hands pressed against her back. “I’ll do my best not to interfere with your routine.”

Shortly after 8:00 that night, Karen tapped lightly on the door to Jake’s room. “Are you settling in?”

“Yes, I am, thanks. I noticed your washer and dryer just across from the bathroom. Is it OK for me to use them now and then?”

“Of course,” she replied with a big smile. “I want you to make yourself at home. I’m going into the family room to watch some television before bedtime. Join me if you’d like.”

“Thanks, Karen,” he told her. “But I’m going to hook up my computer and work out a travel routine between my worksites. I want something prepared for tomorrow morning.” As she turned to go, Jake asked, “Have you thought about the rent yet?”

“Not quite,” she said with a grin.

At 10:30, Jake decided to take a shower and go to bed.

At 11:00, he was about to turn off the bedside lamp when he heard footsteps on the stairs. A few seconds later, Karen appeared at the foot of his bed. She was partially in the dark, but he could see she was wearing what appeared to be a long sleeve, white dress shirt that exposed her bare legs.

“I’ve been thinking about the rent,” she said. “I believe that I’d rather have a barter arrangement than an exchange of cash. If you pay me, I’ll have to pay taxes.”

“What kind of barter were you thinking,” Jake asked, thinking that she might want him to cut the grass or some similar task.

Karen walked to the side of the bed and looked down at him.

Jake could now see that she was wearing a satin shirt with buttons, made to look like a dress shirt. The top button was undone, exposing a lot of cleavage. The bottom of the shirt barely covered her girlie bits.

Karen pulled the sheet back that covered him. She rested her hand on his package, squeezing his member gently. “I was thinking that you could perform some services for me that wouldn’t be too distasteful. My husband wasn’t much of a lover, but my sense is you know your way around.”

Any man who tells you he can control his cock is dishonest. Jake’s member began to grow in her hand.

Karen unbuttoned her nightshirt with her free hand, allowing it to fall open and expose her bare skin. “I’ve had to take care of myself for the last couple of years using my fingers or toys. The idea of enjoying one of these makes my blood boil,” she said while again squeezing his growing cock.

Jake slipped his hand inside Karen’s shirt, resting it on her hip. As she leaned a bit, he could clearly see her beautiful breasts. ‘How could a man leave something so perfect?’ Jake thought.

Karen managed to pull Jake’s cock outside his boxers. “Oh yes!” she sighed, wrapping her hand around his hot skin. Her fingers didn’t quite reach all the way around his shaft. Gliding her hand gently up and down his erection, she whispered, “It’s beautiful,” as she lowered her head and kissed the tip.

Jake let his hand slip down low enough to cup her ass cheek as he attempted to move her to a position where she could take his cock into her mouth.

Holding his cock firmly, Karen rubbed the head across her face and licked the underside with her wet, velvety tongue. “Fuck,” Karen whispered as she pulled the domed head between her lips and moaned. After swirling her tongue around it for a while, she pulled back up straight, staring into Jake’s eyes. Without saying a word, Karen tugged on his boxers until he lifted his butt up, letting her pull them off.

Karen stood back, looking at the stiff rod as if she were worshiping it. Climbing up on the bed, Karen straddled Jake, placing her pussy just an inch over his cock. She looked into his eyes as she slowly lowered herself until she felt the tip of his dick press into her dripping hole. Her eyes closed as she fully enveloped his cock.

Halfway into her, Karen groaned, “This is so fucking good!”

When he was entirely inside her, Karen opened her eyes, touched his cheek and whispered, “I’m not a whore, Jake. I just had to have this. You don’t have to kiss me or say you love me. I just need your cock filling me.”

Karen sat up straight, pulling off her shirt. Still holding Jake’s eyes with her own, she began to slip back and forth. As she picked up speed, she cupped her breasts with her hands and smiled. “I’ve never had a cock as big as yours,” she gasped. “It’s stretched me wide and I’m going to cum very quickly.”

Jake put his hands on her hips, pulling himself even deeper and moving her faster.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned as her entire body trembled.

Jake could feel her fluids running out and covering his pelvis and balls. When Karen stopped trembling and opened her eyes, Jake rolled her over on her back without pulling out. When she locked her feet behind his thighs, Jake put his nose an inch from hers. “You wanted to get really fucked, right?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“If that’s what you want ... tell me.”

“I want you, Jake,” she said in a husky whisper. “I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me!”

Holding himself up so that she could see his face, Jake rammed it in and out of her dripping pussy like a piston. Karen was so wet, he moved through her like a well-oiled machine.

“Oh my god,” she gasped as another orgasm washed over her.

Jake didn’t stop or slow down. The piston continued its work.

“Oh fuck!” she gasped as another orgasm racked her body while Jake did not slow down. When she could think again, Karen put her arms around Jake’s neck. “Cum inside me, Jake. I need to feel it again.”

Three more deep strokes and Jake thrust deeply into her, growling as he blasted her full of his spunk. When finished, he lay down beside Karen, breathing hard. “Is that what you wanted?” he managed to say.

“Yes, thank you, Jake,” Karen said with a smile. “That was absolutely wonderful. Never in my life have I had so many orgasms. I feel like my insides are shaking.”

“So,” he said as his fingers squeezed her nipple. “Is this how I’m going to pay my rent?”

“It seems like a workable system to me,” she said. “Unless I’m not up to your standard in women, I think this would work.”

“You are a beautiful and sexy woman, Karen,” he told her. “Why aren’t you out finding someone to share your bed?”

“I accepted a very restrictive divorce agreement,” Karen explained. “While my ex and I share supervision, should my children find me involved sexually with a man, he would assume sole custody.”

“Do those rules apply to him as well?”

“Yes, they do, but he’s way too clever to get caught.”

Rolling back on top of her, Jake asked, “How old are you?”

Karen was distracted because she could feel his semi-hard cock resting between her legs and only an inch from her cum coated pussy. “I’m almost 36,” she finally answered. “We got married when I was 25 and divorced at 34. He was never any good at sex, but he was good enough to keep me from fooling around. To tell the truth, I had never even thought of having sex with another man before we started talking about separation.”