My name is Henri Pédroso, I am 52 years old and I own a small hairdressing salon in the IXXe arrondissement of Paris. I work alone, I have a loyal clientele exclusively male from 30 to 80 years old. I make a good living, I own my salon which has been paid for a long time and I am in no rush to retire. I'm afraid I'll be bored spending long hours at home.I am married to Chantal, 45, who worked for a few years as an accountant in a bank before stopping to raise our three children. The latter, a girl and two boys, have for many years left our apartment on rue Botzaris opposite the Buttes Chaumont park. We see them from time to time but they in turn are monopolized by the education of their children. Since then, Chantal has only resumed part-time work at Société Générale, in the morning, so that she can work from time to time in the afternoon in an association of the parish of Notre-Dame de l'Assomption located rue de Meaux not very far from where we live.Our life was most harmonious until a year ago. In fact, at the beginning of 2020, I was detected with prostate cancer. Fortunately diagnosed very early, I was operated quickly and everything is now back to normal, so to speak! Indeed, the consequences of the intervention on my libido and my sexuality are catastrophic. I have very big difficulties to bend, very weak ejaculations and hardly any orgasms. I'm not saying that before I could compete with Rocco Siffredi the pornstar but at least I could regularly take my wife to seventh heaven. Without being obsessed with sex and Kamasutra, we had an active and varied sex life.Since then, things have changed a lot! I lavish long cunnilingus on Chantal, she gives me superb handjobs, we have a small collection of sextoys, I regularly offer her sexy lingerie that she takes pleasure in wearing but I can see that our sexuality is at half mast, like my banner of virility.Chantal tells me regularly that it doesn't matter, that she still loves me as much and that she can do without sex without any problem. All this reassures me, consoles me I should say, but I think about it regularly. It was two months ago that I started to tell myself that Chantal's behavior was changing. We had decided to redo two rooms in our apartment as they were really starting to look tired. It must be said that nothing had been done since the departure of our children ten years ago. The tapestry was really in a sorry state and the paintings in the woodwork were cracking everywhere. A facelift was needed!In order not to devote exorbitant sums to it and to have myself rolled in the flour by an unscrupulous craftsman, I decided to prospect among my clients of the hairdressing salon. So I exposed the case to Piotr, a Polish worker, who works in a small painting and decoration company. He tells me that he can organize himself during his RTT days in weeks to do this to me black at an unbeatable price. We make an appointment a few days later so that I show him the site and explain to him what is expected of him.On the agreed day, we meet at noon at home, while my living room is closed for the lunch break. Piotr is a sturdy 30-year-old guy, cut with a billhook, who must measure a meter eighty and approach the ninety kilos. A real force of nature!With Chantal, we show her the two rooms to renovate and explain our wishes to her. He tells us that it would be good to go choose the wallpaper and the paint together so that there is no problem. I explain to him that with my hours at the show, it will be impossible for me to free myself and that I have no particular opinion on the subject. Chantal then proposes to see it with him during the week. Piotr leaves him his mobile number and it is agreed that my wife will contact him.In the evening, while we are at the table, Chantal tells me - So that the work does not last forever, I called the painter and we will meet tomorrow morning at the Castorama in Place de Clichy. I answer him - Was there no store closer?She answers me - I don't know! But he told me that at Castorama he will be able to have price reductions because that is where his box places its orders.We leave it there and I tell myself that all this is not going to cost us too much. I'm not particularly stingy but every penny counts.The next day around noon, while I am eating my sandwich in the living room while listening to the news on the radio, Chantal sends me a text message accompanied by a few photos. " Hi honey. We just chose the wallpaper and the paint. That's great ! ". I look at the attached photos; if my wife is happy with the choice, that's the main thing! In return, I write to him "Are you coming home for lunch? »She answers me« No, I will take the opportunity to hang out in the neighborhood. Kisses ”.As soon as I get back to the apartment around 7:00 p.m., I find her radiant. I ask her if she hasn't had too much trouble coming back with the races from Castorama but she tells me that it is Piotr who will bring them on Friday morning when he starts work. I said to him - Ah, can he free himself so quickly?She answers me- Yes, he told me that he has some RTTs to take quickly if he doesn't want to lose them.I tell myself it's perfect because the work will be completed quickly.As I am in the bathroom brushing my teeth, I notice through the half-open door that my wife is changing into bed. I'm a little surprised to find that she is wearing a basque, a thong and stockings. When I join her in the bedroom, she is already slipped into the bed and I prefer not to talk to her about it. This intrigues me a bit because she usually reserves this kind of outfit for our naughty games. However, I fall asleep without digging deeper into the question.Two days later on Friday, coming home from work, I am surprised to find the front door locked. As my wife's key is inside the lock, I deduce that she is there and I have to ring for her to come and open the door for me. She kisses me and says - I'm sorry honey, I had to lock it without doing it on purpose when Piotr left. Then I took a shower without thinking that you were going to arrive!then she continues - I helped her remove the old wallpaper from the first bedroom and I was dusted with dust. The shower made me feel good!While leaving for the bathroom I answer him - I'm going to do like you!Once my shower is taken, I put on a pair of jogging pants to be comfortable. By putting ...

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