Six years ago, when I was 26 years old, I took a job as a maid for a blind gentleman who was 41 at the time. He lived on the eastern coast of south Florida, on the ocean front, in a two story condo in a gated community with all of the amenities. He was very well off financially, I don't really know what he was worth, however, his condo was furnished very nicely, he was well educated, and he paid me generously.
My employment included housing at his condo, if I so chose, in a first floor bedroom that had a full bathroom and small fridge/microwave and dead bolt locks on the doors that could only be opened from the inside.
My job was to do light cleaning, laundry and to make him two meals a day. On Fridays I would drive him to the grocery store and to his appointments; which were his barber shop, his lawyers office and his accountants office. On Fridays I did not make meals for him as he bought me lunch and dinner. On Saturdays I had to leave his condo by 4pm and was not to return on Sunday until after 4pm.
I noticed that when we went to the grocery he always bought a bottle of Chablis wine and then another bottle of wine that was always a different type; but, he always purchased that same different wine on every fourth Friday. I also noticed that when I returned the two bottles of wine were empty in the trash and there were always two wine glasses in the dishwasher. I began to wonder if he was having someone over every Saturday night.
So, my story continues. One Wednesday night at about 11:30pm I was hungry and went to the kitchen to get some munchies and when I looked out onto the beachfront balcony I saw moving shadows on the wall. I moved closer to the balcony patio door and could see that he was laying on one of the lounge chairs and masturbating. I watched him until he released his ejaculate onto his chest and stomach. He had a large straight cock that produced a large amount of semen. After he was finished he just laid there relaxing and was seemingly content. I retreated back to my bedroom and brought myself off to a very good orgasm after what I had just witnessed.
This went on for several months, the empty wine bottles on Sunday and the Wednesday night masturbation sessions. One Wednesday night I made it obvious to him that I knew what he was doing on the balcony. He came into the living area and said, 'So you have caught me.' I said 'Yes' and that I would be glad to do that for him. I also asked him about the wine bottles and he told me that they were for prostitutes that he had over on Saturdays.
From then on I would satisfy him on Wednesday nights on the balcony with a slow, deliberate hand job, and on Saturdays I would substitute for his prostitutes.
I have made a living off of him as I am now his wife of 29 and a half years.