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  He winked afterward but I deserved every one of his harsh words. I hadn’t exactly been a model employer.

  I waved away his concern.

  “Nonsense. I’ve got some leftover lemonade and some sweet tea.”

  “What’s sweet tea?” He asked.

  “You’ll see.”

  He followed me inside as I reeled in shock from finding out there was a person who had never heard of sweet tea.

  I poured lemonade from a crystal pitcher into tall, chilled glasses.

  “The secret is the banana essence,” I said.

  “Banana essence in lemonade?”

  He seemed skeptical.

  “Go ahead. Try it. You might be surprised to find out what flavors mix well together.”

  He sipped the lemonade and nodded.

  “Right,” he answered, “like vanilla and chocolate.”

  My heart raced. I was sure he was flirting now. He set down the lemonade and approached me, standing only inches away from me. He was so close I could feel heat pulsing off his flesh and smell the chlorine on his skin and in his hair.

  “Now,” He asked, “where’s that sweet tea?”

  My mouth hung open.

  “Th-The-The fridge,” I stammered.

  He chuckled, “That’s not the sweet tea I’m talking about.”

  “W-what do you mean?”

  “Excuse my forwardness Mrs. Morris but I’ve been watching you all morning alone in this house. You’re the finest woman I’ve ever seen and I know if you just let me into your life I can show you a wild ride, wilder than any you’ve ever been on.”

  “Tom!” I shrieked.

  I wasn’t angry with him, but his forwardness shocked me.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, raising his hands in defeat, “I guess I read the situation wrong.”

  “Yes,” I sniffed, “You did.”

  My heart raced. I didn’t want him to leave but I did what I’d been doing to men since the divorce. I pushed all of them away.

  I had not budged an inch and neither had he. My heart rate quickened as I realized that he might take what he wanted from me whether I liked it or not.

  “So if I kiss you now, what happens?”

  “I scream,” I replied, “I call the police.”

  He grinned, “I don’t think you’re going to do that?”

  “Why not? You’re an intruder in my home, just some guy who I hired to clean my pool.”

  He chuckled.

  “I saw you staring at me through the window. You don’t have me fooled for an instant. I know your type, Mrs. Morris. Your husband was a fool and now you think all men will be like him, just take and take and take…”

  “What are you, my therapist?”

  He snorted.

  “No. ‘Cause, unlike your therapist I know how to fix what’s wrong with you. I know what you need.”

  “What’s wrong with me?!” I snapped back.

  “You need sex. You need filthy hot, no holds barred, wet, sticky, back breaking sex. And if I’m wrong, well I’m going to regret the hell out of this.”

  He lunged forward and kissed me. He grabbed my hips roughly with unmitigated urgency and forced his lips upon mine. I squealed but his lips drowned out my cries.

  I pressed my hands to his chest in an attempt to force him off me. His bulging pecs pushed against my hand. Instead of pushing him away from me, my hand trailed down his chest to his abs, to those tight V-shaped muscles. Every inch of him had been sculpted into pristine condition by a lifetime of hard labor.

  He pulled away from me, lust pooling in his baby blue eyes.

  “I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

  He was everything I needed in that instant: strong, masculine, unyielding in the face of my objections and dominant.

  I kissed him again and ran my hands outside of his package. A lust buried deep within me snatched control and I didn’t think about the consequences even for a second.

  He hoisted me up onto my kitchen counter and I didn’t even worry about him undressing me right in front of my glass sliding doors. Let the neighbors talk — who cares. I had been the butt of gossip before thanks to Quincy.

  It was time for Kishawn to have a little fun now.

  I wrapped my legs around him and pulled his tanned body between my legs. He hiked up my dress and slid my panties off, tossing them across the room.

  “Lose the dress,” he demanded.

  I wriggled out of the dress and the fabric crumpled to the floor. My bare ass quivered as I touched the countertops. Before I could overthink being butt ass naked in my kitchen, Tom hoisted me up again and balanced my weight effortlessly in his powerful grasp.

  With one hand he unbuckled his belt and slid his pants to the ground. Only his starched cotton underwear stood between our bodies intertwining. I grasped at his boxers and slid them to the ground.

  I gasped.

  “No way…” I whispered.

  The words squeaked out without my permission. The first time you see a truly ungodly cock, you’ll understand. My mouth hung open and I blinked rapidly in case this was a housewife’s mirage or something.

  No, he was just that big.

  He chuckled when he saw me staring at it.

  “You don’t have to stare,” he said, “just feel it. Reach out and touch it.”

  I gingerly reached forward and grasped his erection. Thick veins pulsed blood rhythmically to the head. He kept balancing my weight as he grinned and stared into my eyes.

  “You want it?” He asked.

  I nodded.

  He laughed.

  “All you housewives are the same…”

  I dropped his cock.

  “What do you mean by that?” I poured.

  “You marry rich guys who treat you like shit and then you come running for a salt of the earth guy who can actually treat you right.”

  “Who says you’ll treat me right?”

  “I don’t have to say it. I’ll show you.”

  He reached into his pocket for a condom and slid it onto his hardness.

  “Careful,” he muttered, “this is going to hurt.”

  I doubted his warning. I had been married for years and he wasn’t the first man I had ever been with. I didn’t think I would have any trouble handling Tom.

  He pressed the tip against my entrance. So far so good. He pushed inside just a tad. My entrance stretched further than it had before and I moaned.

  “Is it in?” I asked, more hopeful than anything.

  “Not even close, princess.”

  I braced myself against the countertop and cried out as he slid another inch inside me. I was beginning to wish I had heeded his warning.

  I dug my nails into the back of his neck which only egged him to drive his hardness deeper. I moaned, losing my legs grip on his torso. With his full length buried between my legs, I bucked my hips and emitted a loud, passionate cry of pleasure.

  He bent his head to my neck, trailing his tongue along the length and sucking on my flesh.

  “You like that, huh?”

  He moved between my legs, driving his cock nice and slow.

  “Ohhh,” I whimpered, “Yes, Tom… Yes…”

  He pummeled between my legs harder, taking my hands and pinning them above my head, pressing them into the cupboard. He pounded into my wetness as I moaned louder and louder.

  He gripped my waist and then kissed me as he moved inside me. We were joined so closely and the heat and friction between us mounted to a fever pitch. I raced towards a climax.

  He spanked my ass as he drove his dick into me and I erupted. His dominant grip on my ass and his massive size penetrating my wetness drove me over the edge. I came, hard.

  I moaned and dug my nails into his back again. My sharp talons driving into him and my tightness gripping him harder as I climaxed drove him to pump into me faster. He wasted no time in speeding up his pace and driving me to another level of pleasure.

  My hair stuck to my back. My skin burned
with the heat of a thousand suns. Sweat poured from every pore and our bodies rubbed together with intense fury.

  He pulled out of me and I gasped for breath.

  “Are you done?” I whimpered.

  I hadn’t felt that familiar tension between my thighs that might have indicated climax.

  “No,” he replied, “I’m not done. I want you in bed, on all fours, right now.”

  He dropped me onto my feet. My legs wobbled and I caught my breath as I leaned against the counter.

  He had the stamina of a raging bull and I was five years away from retirement. As much as I wanted to mount that stallion again, I didn’t think I could handle it.

  I gasped, “I don’t know… I’m not as young as I used to be.”

  He grinned.

  “Nonsense. Get into your bed or I’ll drag you there kicking and screaming myself.”

  His eyes glimmered.

  “Now…”

  I couldn’t resist. His blue eyes glowed with desire, his body was in peak condition and he had already driven me to climax a few times, something I had to teach my husband to do.

  I relented and picked up my dress, allowing it to loosely cover my frame as I sauntered upstairs to my bedroom.

  Quincy was the only man I ever had in here. Too bad, he’d messed it up with a real one. My girlfriends were right. I had to move on.

  In my bedroom, I obeyed his request and slid onto all fours, completely naked. I bared every inch of my body to him. My chestnut skin glowed in the light of the midday sun. Rays of sunlight crossed the hardwood floor. I saw his shadow in the reflection of my mirror as he came up behind me.

  “Damn that ass is perfect,” he mumbled.

  His feet creaked against the hardwood as he approached my ass and stuck out a palm. He gripped my flesh, squeezing it like a marshmallow as he moved onto the bed between my legs.

  “Perfect…” he mumbled, “So ripe… so mature…”

  It was like he was fulfilling a fantasy of his own. I closed my eyes and waited patiently for his next move as he stroked every inch of me and mumbled to himself.

  His cock lined up against my entrance.

  He squeezed my ass, prying the thick cheeks apart as he pressed into me.

  Past experience didn’t make him entering me a second time less painful. I cried out as he plunged into me deeply with reckless abandon. I arched my back, allowing him deeper access to the right hole between my legs.

  Once his dick was buried deep inside me, I swiveled my hips and bounced back against his hardness. He grabbed my waist and slammed back into me, thrusting deeper and deeper.

  His grunts of pleasure timed perfectly with my sharp moans. I gripped the sheets on my bed, forcing myself to take every inch of his length. I needed this climax, I deserved it…

  I braced myself and whimpered as I pushed back against his cock. I came harder that time and my body trembled ferociously and I writhed beneath him while maintaining the perfect arch in my back to allow him deeper between my folds.

  He grunted and forced himself deeper until he couldn’t take it anymore. Pools of moisture formed wherever our limbs made contact with the bed. He groaned as he erupted between my legs. I whimpered and let out one last shuddering gasp as a small wave of pleasure surged through me. Tom pulled out of me and gave my ass one final smack before he whooped.

  “Damn… That was good. The way you threw it back like that? Incredible!”

  Heat rushed to my cheeks again. I’d never been complimented like that before. I knew I had learned a few tricks over the years but to hear this 32-year-old man talking about me like I was an Olympic champion made my heart sore.

  I rolled off onto my back, half-expecting him to walk out the door right away. He approached me and kissed me on the lips instead.

  “I have another job but… maybe we can do this again sometime.”

  I raised an eyebrow.

  “Another job? Do you do this with all the women in the neighborhood?”

  He chuckled, “No. This is my first time actually.”

  “What?!”

  “Not my first time ever… Just my first time mixing business and pleasure.”

  I smirked.

  “Well it’s very wrong,” I said, wagging my finger, “I don’t want you getting to trouble in anyone else’s backyard.”

  “Possessive,” he replied, “I like that.”

  “Listen, I have to go but maybe next week, same time?”

  “7 a.m.?”

  He winked, “Or whenever.”

  “OK,” I nodded, still giddy from the aftershocks of my climax, “That sounds great.”

  “Cool,” he replied.

  I followed him downstairs as he slipped into his clothes.

  “Uh Tom, don’t forget your money. You know, for the pool.”

  I reached into my purse for $100.

  “Thanks,” he replied, “That’s a pretty big tip.”

  I winked, “Well you should know.”

  He kissed me again and then walked out the front door. As he approached the sidewalk, my heart stopped. Quincy’s car pulled up into the front of the driveway and he raced out of the car with a puzzled look on his face until he got right up to me at the door.

  “Who the hell is that?”

  “Him?” I asked, jutting my chin to point at Tom, concealing the laughter bubbling within me.

  “Yes, him. What is that gentleman doing in my house?”

  I snorted and folded my arms, “He’s my new pool boy, Quincy.”

  “I’m s’posed to do the pool!”

  I shrugged, “I guess I handled business myself. Did you come here for any other reason?”

  As Quincy stood there stammering and wanting to ask if anything more than pool work had happened, I just looked at him with a self-satisfied smirk. He deserved to squirm.

  “Bye Quincy!” I replied, waving at him and shutting the door in his face.

  I pressed my back up against the door and breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t need Quincy -- at all.

  I grabbed the phone and called Tasha.

  “Tasha, I gotta tell you something. Bring Shontal and get over here… now.”

  “You got wine?”

  I laughed, “Girl, you know I got wine.”

  At around 3 in the afternoon, Tasha and Shontal finally showed up. You can never count on these women to show up on time. They came ready to drink and ready to gab.

  “Girl, what happened?” Shontal asked as I poured us big glasses of Merlot.

  “Did Quincy die?” Tasha added, sounding a little too hopeful.

  “No,” I replied, “Quincy ain’t dead. But something happened today…”

  “What?”

  “I had sex.”

  They both inhaled sharply, which was a little insulting, to be frank, but I didn’t have time to feel offended. I was still high off my encounter with Tom.

  “With who?!” Shontal blurted out.

  Shontal was usually the more conservative one of the bunch.

  “Y’all are gonna judge me. But I have to tell you.”

  “Girl, spill!”

  “The pool boy!” I confessed.

  Shontal gasped and then narrowed her gaze.

  “You ain’t thinking about dating a pool boy, right?”

  I rolled my eyes, “I don’t know. And what’s wrong with dating a pool boy? I got my own money. I don’t need his.”

  Shontal shrugged, “Well okay girl. Do you.”

  She didn’t approve. I could tell.

  Tasha had the opposite reaction.

  “Was he hot?”

  “VERY.”

  “I need to see what he looks like!”

  “Tom Jackson,” I said as if the name would allow her to visualize.

  “How old is he?” Shontal asked.

  “32…” I mumbled.

  “Say what?” Tasha yelled.

  “Thirty-two,” I emphasized.

  She squealed.