The Good Wife Part One: The Gift

The four of us watched as Jeremy mowed the lawn.

“He can mow my lawn anytime,” Sheila said.

“My lawn is already cut, he needs to plow it,” Leila added.

“Ladies!” I said as I stared at the magnificent marvel of Jeremy’s body.

He was a young man straight out of college. Jeremy was doing lawns for some extra cash. His dark black skin was chiseled from onyx stone. Muscles on top of muscles dripped with sweat as he was topless, wearing tight blue/gray jeans and Timberland boots.

“I am so glad the riding mower broke,” Anne smiled.

Jeremy stopped the walking mower and used his rag to wipe the sweat from his face before he continued.

We all took a deep breath and then waved as he turned around and walked towards us.

I could watch Jeremy work all day, but I had my house to care for, so this was short-lived.

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“Wow,” my husband Rick said as we got dressed.

“What?” I asked as I buttoned my shirt.

“We haven’t had a quickie in the walk-in closet in years,” Rick said as he zipped his pants.

I had pounced on him the moment he came home from work. We went into the large walk-in closet, where he fucked me hard and fast.

“Just a spur or the moment thing,” I smiled as we walked down the stairs.

Our kids were all over the place, as usual.

“Jeremy?” Rick asked as I started making dinner.

“No idea what you are talking about,” I smiled.

“Oh, come on,” Rick laughed. “I know about the neighborhood talks,” he grinned.

“Are you complaining?” I smiled with a look as he stared at me.

“Nope, not at all,” Rick slapped my ass. “Whatever gets the engine running.”

Watching Jeremy did more than get the engine running.

That night, Rick got much more than he got in the walk-in closet.

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“Kyle said the same thing,” Anne said as we met for breakfast.

“Well, Rick doesn’t even get the engine turned over,” I sat back in my chair. “So of course he will say that.”

“Kyle doesn’t know where the start button is anymore, he keeps trying to insert the key and turn,” Anne laughed.

“Face it, this is all we have,” I shrugged.

“I know, sucks to suck,” Anne smiled.

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“Hi, Mrs. Craig,” Jeremy said as I entered the house.

“Jeremy!” I was surprised to see him inside my house.

“Your husband said you needed help with the washer and dryer?” Jeremy asked.

Jeremy was much taller than my five-foot-five frame. He stood almost seven feet.

“Yeah,” I said, finally catching on to the fact that this stud of a young man was inside my house.

“Hey honey,” Rick said. “Jeremy volunteered to put the washer and dryer outside,” he winked. “I got to run, taking the kids to the movies.”

The kids were happy to go with their dad.

“Um, yeah,” I said as I led Jeremy to the new addition to the back of the house. “We just finished it, but the workers said they wouldn’t move the washer and dryer out here.”

“No problem,” Jeremy grinned.

I offered to help, but the giant of a man quickly managed to get both out there.

“Anything else?” Jeremy asked.

“Sure,” I said as I went upstairs and showed him other things I needed done that Rick hadn’t done.

Jeremy took off his shirt as he came down from the attic.

“My god!” I said, staring at his muscular chest.

“Ma’am?” Jeremy asked politely.

He was standing right in front of me, inches away.

“I…” I couldn’t think. I just wanted to touch his chest. “I am sorry.”

I reached forward and touched his chest. It was like warm, sweaty iron. “Damn!” I said as both my hands touched his chest and his washboard stomach. “You work out a lot!”

“Every day,” Jeremy said. “You have a great body yourself.”

“No way,” I shook my head with my hands on his stomach.

I had a mom bod, with all the folds and wrinkles to boot.

“Trust me, I know they look good in this shirt, but….” I started to say before Jeremy started squeezing my tits.

“It’s only fair, right?” Jeremy smiled.

I had big tits, more prominent than average. “Yes,” I said.

I should have stopped him, but his large hands squeezed my tits perfectly.

“Do it,” he said, looking down at me.

“Okay,” I nodded like a schoolgirl.

I dropped to my knees and took out his cock.

“Fuck!” I said as it nearly hit me in the face as I took it out.

I had to open my mouth wide to get it inside.

I sucked Jeremy’s cock as best as I could; he was at least three times longer than Rick and twice as thick.

“Let me help you,” Jeremy said as he grabbed the back of my head with both hands.

Jeremy fucked my mouth hard and relentlessly; he didn’t give me a chance to breathe or take a break.

I couldn’t stop him even if I tried, which I didn’t. When he finally gripped my head and shoved his cock down my throat, I knew he was cumming.

“Thanks again!” I said as I let him out.

I closed the door and grabbed my phone.

‘Get home now!’ I texted my husband.

‘Thought that would work, be there soon,’ Rick replied.

That night Rick fucked me like he had never fucked me before. I lay on the bed, quivering from his touch.

“Next time, he is going to fuck you!” Rick said as he stared at me.

I simply nodded as I was still breathless. “Don’t make him pull out either!”

“If that’s what you want,” I said.

“Good girl!” Rick smiled.