The Hotel Maid

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I'm 54 widowed family all grown up and I'm well off. But since my wife passed away due to cancer, I've lost interest in my business and gave it to my children. I started travelling here and there mainly to find something to rekindle my interest in life. Nothing was working and finally checking into a large hotel, to see the local museums and art galleries. I like history and I hoped it would spark up my interest again. But at first nothing happened, while sitting reading in my room the hotel maid came in. She asked if I would like her to come back later and I said no you can do your work don't concern yourself about me. She done her and I started watching her, she was I thought in her mid-forties, but was actually 52 looked great. She reminded me of the late actress Audrey Hepburn, and she done her work and left. That evening I went down for dinner for once and I saw the maid helping out in the dining room, not as a waitress but serving food. Usually, it's a chef assistant at least. The next day I was again in my room, and she again came as the day before done her work and as she was leaving, I said see you tomorrow. She replied she was off duty tomorrow and she left, I went down for dinner again and she wasn't serving as the night before, nowhere to be seen. I realized she had sparked a seed of interest in me, so I would stay in my room the day she was due back to see her again. But I had a day (rainy) to fulfil and so went to the art gallery and while walking around I came across the maid. She was sketching a statue in the gallery, and I said hello and we talked. She like art and like to paint, the job at the hotel was so she could pay rent and eat her words. She said she would never be a famous artist but loved painting. I showed great interest in her work and got a private viewing at her place, nothing happened. Except I really now knew if I was to get my spark back, I would need her. She preferred to paint landscapes and due to the rain was inside at the gallery. I wanted to get to know her a lot more and stayed longer than first intended. But I found out she could cook very well and would help out in the kitchens when they were short staffed. I've a country house, nothing too flash 6bedrooms 4 bathrooms. My preferred place to live since my wife's death in 2018. I got an idea, and it was asked the maid to be my housekeeper and she could paint the mountains and the lake. I'm not backward in anything and so I asked her if she was interested, if she wasn't I wouldn't press it. She didn't say no or yes said she would think it over. Two days later she accepted and, on her finishing, up at the hotel and everything else she had to do before leaving we went to my country home. It was the perfect place she said seeing the views and we settled in, it might sound strange, but I hadn't any sexual thoughts of her at the time. Yes, I was attracted to her, but I wasn't aroused if you know what I mean. But being together all the time, I finally made a move, and she became my lover. After a year of her being my lover, I married her. I've returned to hotel we first met at with her as my wife, enjoyment of life has returned, and my wife has sold several landscapes, at first to my family to put on the walls of their offices. But client seeing the painting enquired where they got them, and she was able to sell more. We travel around so she can paint landscapes mainly and have a large RV. She is painting and I'm here writing this, perfect lifestyle. With her having no family of her own, my family has become hers and she is much loved by all especially the grandchildren.
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2023-12-29
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