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I am an architect in a smallish beach town about 1-2 hours from LA. One day I got a call from a woman who got my name from a local interior designer, and I agreed to meet her at her newly purchased beach house the next day to talk about a kitchen and bath remodel. As soon as I get off the phone I google the name and she is a famous movie producer with lots of movie star friends (you have seen her movies) but more importantly, she is a cutie. She was 44, I was 45. The next day I decide to ride my motorcycle to meet her, and when I show up in my leather jacket, I see her standing by her Audi in oversized sunglasses and she smiles big when she knows it's me, clearly she liked what she was seeing.
We worked together for weeks designing her kitchen and bath, she had great taste and emailed me 20 times a day with ideas and comments. She also drove to the beach house almost every weekend to meet with me. We had lunch a few times together and talked about personal stuff. I had only been married a month, to a very beautiful woman 15 years younger. Her husband was a rich financial services guy in Hollywood 20 years older than her and it definitely seemed like she had settled for big bucks instead of passion. I never met him for the first two months, and when I did it was super uncomfortable since I was dying to fuck his wife.
When it came to getting bids for the work we were not impressed with any contractors and the prices were unreasonable. I mentioned to her that I would be willing to do the work for much less if she was okay with me not being a licensed contractor. She jumped at the idea and I knew it was because she wanted to see more of me. I then worked for her for another two months doing the construction. She would wear really sexy expensive clothes to come visit, while I was sweating in jeans and work boots, sometimes no shirt. She didn't know anyone like me and she was loving it, but I couldn't make a move.
At the last day of construction, I was doing touch up work and hooking up appliances. Finally the electrician left. I got up and walked over to L in the kitchen. I said, "I thought he would never leave" and pushed her up against the new fridge and tried to kiss her. She shrieked and pushed me away and hit me kinda hard in the chest. She said, what are you doing, I'm married! I said yeah I know you're married and I also know what you want me to do. She said no I can't. I went back to work, installing the last door handles and not looking at her. She came and stood right next to me for about ten minutes but neither of us said anything. I got my shit together and said, "I'm sorry about that but I felt like it was supposed to happen and I thought you really wanted me to kiss you. She said, "I did". She didn't want me to go so she asked if I wanted to get some dinner. I said of course. We went to the best place in town, shared a steak and a bottle of red wine. I told her the only reason I agreed to build the kitchen was because I couldn't stand to stop working with her, and she cried and said it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to her. At the end of the night she drove me back to the beach house and I said goodbye and got in my car without looking back. At 7:00 the net morning she calls me and said there's something else she forgot to have me install, could I come back over. I drove straight there and knocked on her door. She opened the door in a t shirt and panties and said she didn't expect me that soon. I said let's go see what needs to be done. As soon as we get to the kitchen, I hold her shoulders again and push her against the fridge, again, but this time I just stared into her eyes and said "I need to kiss you". Her eyes softened and it was all over. We made out for a long time and eventually got butt naked on the couch and fucked like teenagers. Still the best kisses and best sex I have ever had.
We had an affair for 8 months. I fucked her on the beach at Malibu in the middle of the day. I fucked her in her car all over LA, in the parking lot of a school, in hotels and motels and in Elysian Park. We met almost weekly and we would each drive about an hour to meet somewhere new and then usually fuck in the back of her car or mine.
She fantasized about being married to me and making me dinner, and it almost seemed like she wanted to leave her husband but I didn't want to leave my hot young wife. And she could never leave her super rich lifestyle for a guy like me. Then one day we are sitting on the beach drinking a beer and she asks if I voted for Trump, and I said fuck yeah I did and I'm proud of it. Within minutes it was all over and we never spoke again. I think I loved her and I think she loved me, we did say it to each other once. But she didn't want to be a cheater anymore, it was too hard on her, and she wanted a way out, so I let her go. I miss you L.
At least you have your priorities straight. Trump 2020!
I used to do property inspections and damage estimates, and had many women who traded sex for a higher estimate (more money for them). Most were one or two-shot deals, and we had sex until they got paid, however, I did have one, a sweetheart blonde, very pretty girl next door type with a hidden wild side, continue with me even after payment and work being done. She fell for me, would send me gifts like event or sports tickets when we were apart (paid for, no doubt, by the extra money I got for her, which was almost twice what it should have been), I'd send her flowers from FTD, and visited her often. We had a good thing going.
Only problem was, happy or not (she said not), she was still married even though he didn't live there. He also kept close tabs on her, and she had to hide the flower cards in case he stopped by and looked. She ended up selling the house and moving, so, I didn't see her again. I didn't stop having sex with other hot women homeowners, but there was nobody like her.