Hired Hand — Bridget Midway

“Are you sure she’s okay with this?” Jared asked Samantha as they stood on their porch.

After flashing a reassuring smile at her husband, Samantha looked down at their young landscaper, the woman who had captured his interests…and hers.  

“I’m positive,” Samantha said, revealing her carnal need with her throaty response.

After trimming up the topiary beside their front door, Eva, their landscaper, crawled around on her hands and knees at the front porch to collect the fallen leaves.  Her long, silky chocolate brown hair, bound in a ponytail, cascaded over her sunbathed shoulder. 

Wearing a tank top and shorts, Samantha couldn’t help but admire how Eva’s naturally dark skin glistened in the mid-morning sun. 

A thin waist topped the woman’s rounded ass.  And stemming from the bottom of her cut-off shorts were two long and strong legs.  Well-worn working boots covered her feet. 

Eva reached forward to retrieve more leaves and lawn debris.  Her firm, apple-sized breasts made hardly any movement as she jutted forward and back.

Looking at the protrusion in Jared’s tan slacks, Samantha surmised he had the same intense feeling about this sexy Aztec princess.  Who knew her clean-cut golden boy husband would want to get down like this? 

Samantha licked her lips. “Her. It has to be her.”

Eva gathered the leaves in both of her hands, stood up, and sauntered to the couple. She didn’t walk with her head down.  Oh no.  Not this sensual creature. She swayed her hips a little more than usual.  Sweat dampened her white shirt between her breasts and over her stomach.

When Samantha stared hard enough, she saw Eva’s dark areolas through her thin top. Shivers attacked Samantha’s body.  Her pungent aroma wafting from her cunt swirled around her until all she could smell was her scent, fresh cut grass and the roses from her garden. 

Eva dropped the pile into a trash bag by the brick porch then cut her gaze up to the couple, offering them a smile that hinted that if asked, she would do anything…and not necessarily yard work either. 

“You’ve been working hard,” Jared began.  “Come inside for some lemonade.”

Eva widened her eyes.  She smiled.  “Yes, sir.”

Jared opened the wooden front door and ushered the young woman inside.  Samantha followed her.  She caught Eva’s earthy scent and a slight honeysuckle aroma. 

 Inside the kitchen, Jared opened two malt liquors with a lemonade-flavored taste and handed one to his wife and the other to Eva. 

“I shouldn’t drink,” Eva said.  “I’m working.”

“Come on,” Jared began.  “You’re over twenty-one, right?”

Eva cocked a smile and nodded.

“And as your employer, I insist you take a drink with us.”

Eva peered over her shoulder, looking at the large window that looked out into the expansive front yard. 

“Don’t worry about your father,” Samantha said when she figured out what must have worried the young woman.  “If he asks, we’ll tell him you were working a special project.”

The explanation must have relieved Eva.  She lifted her bottle to the duo.  After clinking her bottle against theirs, she downed her drink in about six healthy gulps. 

Samantha stared at the woman’s long, tanned neck as with its every flex and movement, Samantha’s nipples tightened against her sundress.  She felt her panties getting soaked from the current flowing between her legs.  Just looking at the woman wasn’t the only thing that turned her on.  Samantha got off on the idea of having both her sexy husband and Eva. 

“Do you remember what we talked about before?” Samantha asked the woman, not wanting to beat around the bush.

Eva split her attention between Samantha and Jared then nodded.

Excitement zipped through Samantha’s body like lightning.  She took a step closer to the woman. With her hand up, Eva stopped her.

“But I can’t,” she said.

Samantha’s heart crashed to the floor.  Her fantasy, her husband’s fantasy, disappeared with just three words.  She felt like Eva had taken the air from her lungs and refused to give her any assistance.

“Why?” Samantha managed to ask.

Again, volleying her gaze between Jared and Samantha, Eva said, “My father will come looking for me.  I know how he is.”  She reached her hand out and touched Samantha’s. 

The electricity Samantha had felt before simply from gazing at the woman now felt palpable with her sensual yet light touch.

“We all take risks, Eva,” Jared said.  “For instance, my wife took a big risk talking to you about this special arrangement.  I want you to forget about your father.  He’s working.  And we’ve given him enough to do to keep him busy.  So what do you say?”

Eva glanced at the window again.  A loud motor sounded.  She breathed out a heavy breath and her shoulders slumped down.  Who knew the sound of a lawnmower could do that to a person?  When Eva returned her gaze back to them and nodded, Samantha wasted no time.

After setting down her half-finished bottle of beer, Samantha slid her hand under Eva’s top to her bare breast.  Ogling her perfect skin, Samantha knew her flesh would be soft.  She didn’t expect her to feel like velvet, so smooth and exquisite to touch. 

Eva curved her back to press Samantha’s hand closer. 

Samantha’s thumb circled her nipple, newly hardened under her constant manipulation.  Her second hand sought the other tit while Jared made his way to the duo. 

He kissed Eva, sliding his tongue into the woman’s mouth.  Her full lips pillowed against Jared’s thin set.  Watching her husband please Eva with a kiss made Samantha’s body tingle.  She couldn’t wait to see what else he would do to her. 

Even as she wondered, his hands undid Eva’s shorts.  Diving his hand inside, he moved his hand back and forth. Samantha imagined he must have been playing with her clit.

The young woman moaned.  In a possessive move, Eva clutched one hand over Samantha’s that held Eva’s breast and her other hand she used to hold Jared’s hand at her vagina. 

The whir of the lawnmower buzzed by the front window, startling the trio.

“Why don’t we go upstairs and get comfortable,” Samantha suggested. 

Reluctantly, Samantha and Jared removed their hands from Eva’s body.  Each taking her hand, Samantha led her to their master bedroom.  Once inside, Jared locked the door to afford them some privacy.

“I’ve been working all morning,” Eva said, still with her top askew and her shorts open. “I must smell horrible.”

Jared took the lead and nuzzled his face into Eva’s neck, kissing and licking her nape before righting himself.  “You smell just fine to me.  But if you feel that uncomfortable, we can remedy that.” 

He nodded toward their master bathroom.  They took Eva inside.  Once stripped of all of their clothes, the three submerged themselves under the powerful three-headed shower stall. 

Samantha kissed Eva, this time allowing the woman to plunge her lemonade-tasting tongue into her mouth.  Eva smoothed her hand over Samantha’s drenched blond hair.

Samantha loved the look of her lighter skin against Eva’s darker tone. 

Taking unspoken cues from one another, Samantha stood behind Eva, wrapping one hand around the woman’s thin waist and the other cupping her breast, while Jared lowered himself to his knees.  He put one of Eva’s legs on his shoulders.  His thick fingers parted her cunt lips covered in a thin strip of brown curly hair. 

The tip of his tongue teased her hard clit, which made Eva writhe in pleasure.  When he slid his middle finger inside of her, Samantha felt the woman trembling.  Knowing her husband gave this woman so much pleasure caused Samantha’s heart to pound even harder. 

To brace herself, Eva put one hand on top of Jared’s head, sliding her fingers through his wet, dirty blond hair, and her other hand rested on Samantha’s hand at her waist. 

Eva gyrated her hips to fuck Jared’s mouth until she screamed in ecstasy.

Jared turned off the shower.  They dried each other off as fast as they could but his insistent need took over and he pulled their damp bodies to their large bed. 

Jared positioned Eva on her back in the center of the bed.  The woman obliged by parting her thighs.  Samantha dove between her legs, tasting her sweet, yet salty pussy juices as she licked her from her tiny, puckered asshole to her hardened nub.   

Samantha’s gaze peered up.  She saw Jared with his back to her and positioned over Eva’s face.  The sucking sounds let her know that Eva was giving her husband a blow job, one that must have been good from the way he growled and groaned. 

Samantha eased her finger inside of Eva’s tight wetness.  Her warm, thick walls surrounded her digit, squeezing it in intervals.  A shiver went through Samantha’s body as she thought of how this would feel to her husband when he fucked the woman. 

Eva undulated her hips.  From the way she quivered and the moaning Samantha heard, she knew the woman was close to climaxing.  So Samantha, in a quick-piston motion, dove in and out of her slickness. 

Before Eva could come, Jared moved off of her and demanded Samantha stop fingering her.  He made them switch positions, Jared now between her legs and Samantha facing her husband with her dripping sex hovering over Eva’s face. 

Jared on his knees, held his cock around his thick shaft.  After sliding the head up and down between Eva’s puckered nether lips, he plunged himself inside of her.  Eva moaned, clamped her hands on Samantha’s toned thighs and covered her boss’s pussy with her mouth. 

“So fucking tight,” Jared said between gritted teeth.

Samantha crushed her pussy against Eva’s mouth.  Feeling her tongue slide over her sensitive clitoris, Samantha’s breathing rate increased. Her skin tingled.  She reached out for her husband, hooking him behind his head and giving him a deep kiss.  They exchanged Eva’s juices, savoring her sweetness on their palates.  Her other hand went down between her legs to rub her clit, just the right amount of stimulation needed to release an explosive orgasm. 

Samantha’s legs shook as she came hard over Eva’s mouth.  Hearing her must have spurned Eva, whose body also convulsed under a wave of a hard climax.  Jared pounded into Eva harder, shaking the bed and slamming it against the wall until he finally let out a long, low growl as he came inside of her.

After catching his breath, Jared eased himself out of Eva then helped his wife down to the mattress so that they all snuggled together.  The three exchanged kisses as though they had done this before.  They may not have had sex with each other before, but their bodies moved like they had.  And Lord knows, Samantha wanted that feeling again.  She craved to touch Eva’s skin again, to taste her, to hear her come. 

Would Eva want that?  Or would she go running to an attorney to sue them?

“I should get back to work,” Eva said. 

Jared helped her out of bed and the duo watched their landscaper get dressed.  Eva tied her long hair back into a wet ponytail.  Samantha wondered what excuse the young woman would give to her father on why her hair was so wet. 

“You have special plants and trees in your yard that require attention at night,” Eva began as she stood by the door.  “If you want, I can come back tonight, too.”

Samantha smiled and looked at Jared.

“To cut your cost, I’ll come alone.”  Eva chewed her bottom lip as she waited for their response.

“See you tonight,” Jared said.

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Don’t let the 1940′s-sounding name fool you! Though she may sound sweet, Bridget Midway writes what everyone else fantasizes about. An avid writer for all things fun, unusual and passionate, she enjoys making her readers laugh as much as she likes seeing them fan themselves down after reading a hot, sexy scene. She writes long contemporary romance, single-title romance, some light paranormal romances, science fiction, historicals and erotica, all with multi-racial characters and/or with interracial romances (because when you have a box of chocolates, you have to taste each one and enjoy the differences). Some of her short stories have been published by The Sun magazine. She was a finalist for the title of Sexiest Fiction Writer sponsored by BetterSex.com. Visit her online at www.BridgetMidway.com

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