Tina's Home

Tina Alexander had a good life. It wasn't the most exciting life, but it was good. She felt very comfortable saying that. It was good.

That morning, for example, Tina had slept in, gotten herself ready at a leisurely pace, then taken herself out for a massage. Most women in Tina's position, wife of a single-income earner, didn't have the luxuries that Tina enjoyed. Most women would have been at home, doing laundry, preparing a meal, tidying up. Yes, Tina knew that she could easily be fulfilling quite a few cultural stereotypes. That's why she was so thankful for Jeffery.

Jeffery. If you asked Tina about Jeffery, she would have a difficult time describing Jeffery's role in the house. He wasn't exactly part of the family, although Tina had a hard time imagining their family without Jeffery. Once Alex and Tina's children had moved out of the house, both of them had felt a hole in their relationship, like there was room for someone more. When they had met Jeffery, they both knew it would be a perfect fit.

He wasn't exactly a housekeeper, although he certainly took care of every duty a housekeeper would. Jeffery was immaculate in his cleaning, and a good enough cook to be a chef at the most expensive restaurants. If you had to hire someone like Jeffery it would cost you a fortune. But Jeffery didn't live with Tina and Alex for money. He didn't get paid a penny, in fact. He lived as part of their family.

Never complaining, Jeffery slept in the small spare bedroom next to the master bedroom, just to be close. And close was what they wanted. It wasn't sexual or anything, not that Tina didn't realize what people from the outside would think. Having a gorgeous man like Jeffery living in their house, if Tina hadn't trusted Alex so perfectly, she might get jealous! Jeffery always dressed attractively and kept his body fit. It didn't hurt that he had long, sexy legs, a perfect ass, a well maintained moustache, and big, beautiful breasts. How many times had Tina woken from her slumber and watched Jeffery from her bed, flitting around the master bedroom, trying on outfit after outfit from their shared closet, with admiration and affection.

Tina pressed the garage door opener and put her car into park. She loved those moments just before she came home from a relaxing morning. Before Jeffery, when her kids were still at home, she would have stressed about these times, making lists of what needed to be done, not allowing herself to rest. How much of her salt-and-pepper hair had turned prematurely grey due to the stress of past years? It was too bad that she couldn't reverse time and live those years again, this time with Jeffery involved. Tina was sure that if they had met earlier, everything in their lives would have been better.

With a smile she exited her car and locked it, then walked to their little house's back door. She didn't have anything planned for that day, but Tina didn't care. She had a lot of years of relaxation to catch up on.