I have changed our names as this is a true account of what happened to me. I had owned my new house for just over six months, and due to all the work I wanted done on it, had only moved into it three weeks back.  I was sat having just opened a bottle of Merlot and was about to take my first sip when I saw someone walking up my driveway.  I parked the Merlot and went to see who it was.  On opening the door, a woman who looked to be in her late thirties or early forties stood at the door.

“This was my house,” she said as she just pushed past me and went into the lounge.   “Nice, you have decorated it nicely,” she informed me as she came back out the lounge and walked into the kitchen.  I had the kitchen knocked through into the dining room.  “I like it.  You have done a good job,” she informed me.  Then she breezed past me again and started up the stairs. 

As I followed her up the stairs I had a good look at her rather shapely legs and a brief flash of her pink panties below her skirt.  She opened the bathroom door first.  The bathroom and toilet had been separates, but again I had them knocked into one room. She looked all around the bathroom muttering things to herself before going to the first of three bedrooms.  I had built in wardrobes fitted in all three rooms.  When I bought the house it was still furnished and the only things I kept were two headboards that I had renovated. 

When she moved from the second bedroom to the smallest bedroom she said, “This was my bedroom.”  She moved on to the master bedroom and looking at the bed she said.  “I lost my virginity right there on that bed.”  I pointed out that it was in fact a new bed just with the old headboard that as I said had been refurbished.  “Well, it was right there where I lost my cherry.  He was much older than I was,” she said.   I was a bit shocked that she was prepared to share such an intimate detail about her love life.

To defuse things I asked her if she would like a drink and told her I had just poured myself a merlot.  She took a moment to think about it and then she said yes she would like that.  I led her back down stairs and into the lounge.  I poured her a glass and suggested that she sit on the sofa.  I told the woman that my name was Ray and asked her what her name was.  She replied that she was Julie.  Then she was rather tearful.  I asked what the matter was and she told me that she had lost her father quite a long while back and she was no longer in contact with her only sibling, a brother.  Julie went on to say that she lost her mother just about seven months back.  She said she was feeling very melancholy and upset when someone at work mentioned her mother.  For some reason she found herself outside of what had been the family house before her mother died.

I suddenly felt myself feeling melancholy.  I had also lost both my parents fairly early on.  Now just into my forties I had also lost my wife.  She hadn’t died, she had dumped me and ran off with someone else.  A fine pair we were.  Both teetering on the verge of crying.  I found myself moving to Julie and giving her a hug.  The next thing was she was kissing me.  It had been over a year since my wife left me and the warmth of a woman and the kiss rekindled the fire within me.  I was soon passionately kissing Julie back.  Then something that hadn’t happened in quite some time happened.  I got an erection and it was pressing into Julie’s leg as we hugged and kissed.

I was worried that feeling my cock against her, Julie would get upset even more.  Instead, she hugged me tighter.  I found my hand on her arse pulling her even closer.  The kiss lasted quite a while longer and then Julie was pushing me away.  “Fuck me,” she demanded, “Please fuck me.”  She all but dragged my arm off as she pulled me off the sofa and behind her up the stairs again.  She headed straight for the master bedroom.  I stood still and silent as Julie stripped off all her clothes.  She was in fine condition and had obviously looked after herself.  Then she was on the bed on her back with her legs slightly parted.

She had a fairly thick bush which hid her pussy.  “Well, are you going to fuck me?” she asked.  I told her yes and was told to get my clothes off.  I didn’t need telling twice and quickly stripped my own clothes off and joined her on the bed.  As soon as I joined her Julie’s hand took hold of my already hard cock as we embraced and kissed some more.  My own hand was between her legs finding her pussy.  I don’t mind a bit of pubic hair, but hers was beyond what I like, and I thought to myself that if this wasn’t to be just a once off I would have to take a razor to that bush.  As we finally broke the kiss, Julie told me to get on and fuck her.

I was also wanting to fuck, so I just slipped between her legs and moved my cock towards her pussy.  Julie’s hand was quickly between her legs and steering my cock to her opening.  Julie was surprisingly tight for a woman that wasn’t a virgin.  Later Julie told me that she hadn’t had sex for almost four years.  I slowly worked my cock into Julies pussy an inch at a time.  Then it was like a switch had been turned on and Julie was fucking me more than I was fucking her.  She was humping up at me and lifting me up with each thrust.  Then she was wailing as she plunged into her orgasm.  I managed just a few more thrusts before coming in Julie’s pussy. 

As I rolled off of Julie, tears were running down Julie’s face and I was telling her I was sorry.  Julie told me not to be sorry, she had wanted it and it was fantastic.  They were tears of joy and not from sadness or upset.  In fact, once we had both recovered a little, Julie asked if she could stay the night.  I was quick to tell her yes and that I would love her to stay.  She told me that she hadn’t eaten all day and I suggested that we dressed again and I would rustle us up something to eat.  It was a bit of an ad hock meal but Julie would have eaten a scabby donkey by the way she tucked into what I dished up.  I decided that additional alcohol wouldn’t help and made us cups of coffee.

Afterwards we sat in the lounge where Julie told me that she was now completely alone.  I could see a tear welling up again and assured her that she was not alone and that she had me if she wanted me as a friend.  Julie sat on my lap and hugged me and gently kissed me on the forehead.  It was more like a sisterly kiss rather than that of the lover she had been earlier.  As time was now getting on and I had work in the morning I suggested that we retired to bed.

Julie seemed pleased with that suggestion and I led her back to the bedroom where we undressed each other before hugging and kissing.  Then we were in bed again and Julie was playing with my cock as I kissed her and sucked her tits.  Then we again made love.  This time was a much slower and deliberate fucking that lasted a long while.  I felt happy and contented afterwards as I cuddled up with Julie and we dropped off to sleep.

Next morning, I could hear lots of vehicle movements and wondered what was going on.  On looking out the windows I couldn’t see anything and finished getting ready for work.  Julie was up and dressed.  After giving her breakfast I suggested that she went and got her clothes and return to my house if she wished.  Julie agreed that was a good idea.  I gave her a kiss and then opened the front door to go to work.  To my shock and horror there were four armed police officers aiming their weapons at me.

They were shouting for me to hit the floor with my hands raised.  I quickly did as told and officers ran past me and grabbed Julie.  Within seconds both of us were in handcuffs and just minutes later were in separate police cars on our way to a police station.  I couldn’t work out what this was all about and nobody was talking to me.  In fact, I was told it would be better for me to remain silent until I was interviewed.  In the police station I briefly saw Julie as she was taken into an interview room and I was taken to another one.

It must have been twenty minutes before anyone came to talk to me.  It was two officers that read me my rights and asked if I wanted a solicitor.  I told them that I had no idea why I was there.  Between questioning and information, they told me Julie had broken out of a secure psychiatric ward at a women’s prison.  I was asked had I helped her break out.  I told them how she said she had come to my house.  That her mother had died and she had grown up in what was now my house.  I was left alone again for what felt like hours.  When they returned I was told that I wasn’t under arrest and I was there just to help their enquiries.   I had been detained for my own safety and security.

I told them everything I had been told by Julie, leaving out that I had slept with her.  Eventually I was told why she was detained and all about her.  Julie’s mother had left what was now my house almost ten years before I bought the house.  About two years prior to that Julie was raped by an uncle in the bedroom that is my master bedroom.  When she told me she had lost her virginity in that room she was right but it wasn’t a pleasant thing for her.  As the uncle lay resting afterwards Julie went to the kitchen and got a large kitchen knife and returned to the bedroom and stabbed the uncle to death.  In fact, she stabbed him some thirty six times.

Julie had been in prison and psych wards ever since.  Her mother died just under two years after the uncles murder.  I was shocked and stunned.   Even worse, I was then told it was a good job that I hadn’t made any advances on her as she was unstable and could easily have attacked me as she had her uncle.  Later that day I was given a lift back to my house.  The house had been given a thorough going over from all the things that had been moved.  I was relieved that it was all over.  It was a long time before everything seemed normal again.  It was around eight months when I had a call from the police to tell me that Julie would be in court regarding her escape, although she would probably be deemed unfit to be prosecuted for her escape.  I was told that it would be the last time that they contact me as I was not considered of interest.  I was relieved.

That was until four hours later when there was a knock on the front door.  On opening it Julie was stood there.  “I used to live here,” she said as she pushed past me.  I just allowed Julie to walk all around the house and then asked her if she would like a coffee.  We were sat at the table drinking the coffee when there was an other knock on the front door.  I let the six armed police officers in and they quickly took Julie away. 

I moved house again four months later.