The tenant takes an interest

So when I said I was lavishly spending my money? That wasn’t to say that I was wasting money. Just, expensive cars stupidly bought and big ass houses required some decent cash flow. Still, as I waxed my Lamborghini, looking over at my Rolls Royce and my collector Jaguar 67 E-type, I thought, “Maybe I should have been smarter back then.” I was still young, but I was even younger and stupider then. At least I had these cars to show for it.

“Ahem,” I heard. I looked up. Kim was standing in the open garage door. It was a double-wide, but my eyes only saw her. Dressed in a simple, yet flattering red bikini. Flat, taunt stomach, slender waist. Decent breast. Good hips and a nice piece of ass.

“Better. I prefer you stare at me rather than your car,” she joked.

“You want it? I'll give you one if you want,” I joked back. The cars were for us both to use, in reality. I just had better insurance as I had had the license for longer.

“Nah. Get your dad bod out here. I need a sexy lifeguard watching over me when I swim. You need to count the laps.”

Ah, I knew it. It was a secret ploy for her to get me into swimming trunks. I chuckled. I was in pretty good shape. Tall. Handsome some might say. I worked out like a motherfucker, so I better be. But it was all for my girl.

Why did she want to swim in March anyway? We had an outdoor pool heated throughout the year, but come on.

“What about some skinny dipping?”

“Sure. Why not? Just, your uncle is out back fixing some pipes in the pool house. Shit pipes as he calls them, the gentleman he is.”

I forgot about that.

“Hey. How about we don’t? It’s freezing,” I teased. Kim snuffed at that. “Let’s get showered up. We have our first interview in an hour.”

We had quite a big shower in the downstairs guest bedroom, which was highly convenient. As soon as I got her naked in the shower, I came up behind her. I kissed her sensitive neck feeling her firm belly with my hands, moving up to cup her handfuls of breasts. God, she was magnificent. Kim laid her hands on top of mine, pressing them further into her. I angled my hips down and as I pressed forward and she pressed back, I entered my young hot wife.

“Last time in this bathroom,” Kim moaned as she leaned up against me.

“Better make the best of it,” I whispered, kissing her, wincing a bit when she bit my lip at the end of it.

“Yeah? Give it to me then, Josh. Give it here!”

It wasn’t more than a few minutes of passionate lovemaking before we wrapped up. We had shit to do, and loads of time to bang more later. Which we likely would.

We had received a few more applicants. More in our range of people. We had agreed on either old ladies that seemed cool enough or college guys who seemed like they would misbehave. Not that we were strict or anything, just we didn’t want this to affect our lifestyle. Plus, for obvious reasons, we didn’t want some idiot to try anything. Either with me or with Kim.

Sure, down the line we thought of picking up more tenants, to fill the house up a bit, but for now, we were trying to get used to the whole notion of someone else living in our home.

The candidates were Lauren, Toby, Steven, and Joey. I dismissed Steven and Joey immediately. Steven was way too big, and besides I sorta knew him from the boxing gym. We wanted strangers. Joey was a jock who had been tossed by his dad, a hotel mogul in town. I didn’t want any of that. Lauren was a pretty attractive brunette. She had green eyes and wore a pretty red dress showing a hint of cleavage. I had to say of all the candidates–

And yeah Kim vetoed her. So that left little ole Toby.

Not that he was all that ‘ole’. He was younger than us. Twenty years old, taking a bachelor's degree in something blah blah blah. He was kind of pudgy and seemed like the type who would keep to himself. So that was good. We hired him. Or not hired, but you know what I mean.

At first, it was awkward walking in nothing but my bathrobe on, finding this new kid in my kitchen. It was a big kitchen, so there was plenty of room, but still. Sipping my coffee, I found myself eyeing him up, there he sat and ate his cornflakes.

Black short hair. He was taller than Kim but shorter than me. So that puts him around 5 foot 11 maybe 6 feet? Tired eyes, but I could tell if he applied himself he could be decent looking. I shrugged my shoulders, deciding to engage in conversation, as his host.

“So how’s it going, Toby? Slept well?” I asked, picking up the OJ and pouring him a new glass. “Find everything to your satisfaction?” I sounded like I was being a dick the way I asked it, but I was trying to be genuine. But the look in his eyes told me one thing, he was intimidated by me.

I glanced down at myself. Whoops. I closed the robe quickly.

“Ye-yes… The room is quite big. It’s like living in a living room with a bed in it,” he said, looking over his shoulder towards the hallway.

“Yeah? Yeah, I grew up poor so when I bought this,” I said waving my hand around, “I knew nothing about what I was jumping into. But you live and you learn.”

An awkward silence filled the room for a bit.

“Sooo. Did you sleep well?” I asked again. He nodded. Then his eyes shifted from me, to behind me. I turned, just in time to see my Latina wife descend the last steps.

Even now, dressed in her flannel pajama pants and a white t-shirt, without any makeup, did she make a sight. At least to me. I gave a side grin to Toby and nodded at Kim.

“Heh, some piece, eh?” I said, nudging my shoulder at him. He gave an awkward cocked smile and a small nod.

“Stop ogling, and where’s the eggs, motherfucker?!” Kim asked, yanking the fridge up.

“We’re out, babe,” I said. I was so used to her crass language, I just found it funny. Toby looked a bit shocked.

“Ugh,” she grunted, rolling her eyes. She disappeared up the stairs again.

“Well. You’re the man of the house, I need to head out,” I said. Then I realized how that sounded. “I mean, hold the fort down. Or whatever. Enjoy the facilities. Like the pool and stuff. You know what I mean.”

Fuck.