(Loving) The Farmer's Wife

Peter is a recent high school graduate who needs a job, but the only one he can find near his parents' house is on a farm owned by the Henleys. The work is hard and boring, causing him to question the wisdom of anyone who would willingly farm for a living.

However, after a few weeks the matronly but attractive farmer's wife begins to make advances toward him. It appears that although she loves her husband, she has been sexually frustrated and unappreciated for many years.

An affair develops between her and Peter that fulfills all of his wildest fantasies. It is almost unbelievable to him that such a domestic, mature, pleasant woman could have such a wild side.

Even as Peter revels in his good fortune, trouble is brewing. One of the hired hands catches the two lovers in an intimate moment. Will he keep quiet about it or find a way to profit from his knowledge?

Story length: 28,000+ words. For adults only.

EXCERPT

"Why don't you finish cleaning up and give me about ten minutes," Mrs. Henley said.

I stowed everything away and then washed myself in the downstairs bathroom with soap. By the time I headed up the stairs, my heart was pounding and sweat was beginning to form in my armpits.

It took me a second to find my way around, since I had never been on the second floor before. "In here," I heard her call from the end of the hallway.

The sight that greeted me as I walked into her bedroom was stunning. Mrs. Henley was kneeling on her bedspread wearing a sexy purple nightgown made of some thin, silky material that just came down to her thighs. The plunging neckline and body-hugging material put her cleavage on full display. "I bought this years ago to try to get Mr. Henley to notice me, but he didn't like it," she said.

"It's awesome," I said, stepping closer to the bed.

She smiled. "I had something in mind, but you don't have to do it if you don't want. I just wanted to experience it at some point in my life." She lifted up the side of her negligee over her hips to reveal the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Have you ever put your head between a girl's legs, Peter?" she asked.

My mouth went dry. "Um, uh, yes," I lied. "I like doing it."

Her smile became wider. "I was hoping you would say that." She lay down on her back and gently pulled on the fabric to expose her thighs and the briefest hint of pubic hair. "I'm ready whenever you are."

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