I was beginning to think that my sex life was coming to an end, unless I was prepared to pay for some woman’s favours.  My wife had fallen ill and at almost sixty I was sad that was the end of my sex life as I wasn’t interested in paying for it.  Over the years I had cheated on my wife a few times as well as partaking in a bit of wife swapping.  Now with no wife that option was off the table and my previous lovers all seemed happy as they were. 

Due to my wife’s illness, I took early retirement, and although it was good that I could look after my wife, being under each other feet soon proved a pain.   I started to do odd jobs for friends and neighbours.  One person I did quite a number of jobs for was my wife’s best friend Nikki.  Her husband was not very practical.   I liked Nikki but had never hit on her, mainly because her husband was bigger than me and had a temper.  Then much to our shock and horror Nikki’s husband had a massive heart attack and was taken from her.  Now on her own Nikki became even more reliant on my help to keep things working for her.

Nikki also passed me on to helping several other friends of hers, and my wife.  I was being kept quite busy between looking after my wife, my own house and car and now friends things.  Then sadly my wife went down hill quicker than what I or her doctors expected.  For the first few months after my wife passed, most of our friends kept away, not knowing what to say to me.  It was a very lonely time.

I was almost glad when I heard from Nikki that she had trouble with her heating.  She had air in some radiators and several thermostatic valves had stuck closed.  I went around armed with some tools and set about fixing the problems.  It didn’t take long to get the whole system up and running properly.  We sat drinking coffee and talking about things.  It was soon apparent that Nikki was just as lonely as I was.  As I was about to leave, I was surprised when Nikki stopped me by grabbing the sleeve of my jacket.  As I turned to see why she had stopped me, Nikki planted a big kiss on my lips.

As I returned the kiss I could feel my cock, that hadn’t seen any work in some time, spring to attention.   As I pulled Nikki tightly to me as we kissed I knew she would be able to feel my hard cock.  Not only could she feel it against her leg, her hand went down to take a better feel. 

All thoughts of going home vanished as we made our way back to her bedroom where I had just sorted one of her radiators.  In seconds we were like teenagers ripping at each other’s clothes, and not very many more minutes before I was steering my cock into her pussy.  It was a rather quick frantic fuck.  It seemed we both needed the same thing.  Afterwards I felt a little awkward having just fucked my late wife’s best friend.  It was stupid feeling embarrassed as both of us were on our own.  A few days later we met up and talked about what happened.  Neither of us wanted a new partner but we both agreed the occasional shag was completely ok.

Just a few days later I had a call from an ex-lover who had a problem with her mains electricity tripping out.  Shirley was also a widow and after I sorted her problem out, A duff Kettle, I was treated to a much longer fuck than the one with Nikki.  I had now had more sex in a week than what I had in the last year.  A few hours after getting home I got a call from Iris, she was another of my wife and Nikki’s friends.  Her husband was still around but in poor health.  She had a shelf that had fallen off the wall and Nikki had suggested that I could help her out.  Nikki had told Iris that I was good with my hands.

On my visit the following day I could see that the shelf was probably pulled off the wall rather than just fell off.  After refitting the shelf, I was soon removing Iris’s panties and having my third fuck in a week.  I was now in no need for the fast frantic fuck that I had with Nikki.  Instead, I gave Iris a good tongue lashing first and then a long slow fucking.   I couldn’t remember the last time that I had that good a shag.  I think it was also enhanced by that fact that I knew she was married, and was cheating on her husband with me.  Afterwards I told Iris that there was no need to pull shelves off the wall to get fucked a simple call would suffice.

Things slowed down and I was getting a fuck from one of them every two to three weeks.  To be honest from what I had got used to this was great.  It was almost six months after my first time with Nikki, and I was in her bed again.  This time was far from frantic, in fact we fucked twice during the afternoon and was still lounging in bed when she told me that her sister Janice had a problem with a door that wouldn’t shut properly. 

I quickly discovered that it wasn’t the door that had problems fitting.  What Janice needed was a good fitting cock and I must admit that I was more than happy to help her with that.  After a good fuck with Janice she told me that her big sister, Nikki, told her that I was keeping her sexually satisfied and decided that she wanted some of what her sister was getting.  I discovered that her hubby wasn’t cutting the mustard any more, hence the reason for looking for some extra rations.

I now had four different women that I was taking care of.  To be honest, with other people that I had done work for I could have shagged once or twice a week, but that was more than I needed or actually wanted, and I actively avoided adding to my group of ladies, but was more than sure that some of them wanted me to.  This all happened around ten years back and I am beginning to find keeping four ladies happy is harder than most people realise, but I will persevere with my lot for as long as I can.  It’s a hard life but someone has to do it.