Anna Lee Invites the Help Inside for Tea

“Honey, there’s a nigger out in the yard,” yelled Anna Lee, her southern drawl carrying through the old farmhouse.

“What’s he doing?” I asked quizzically, suppressing a smile. “Is he doing yard work out there?”

“You hired someone?”

I walked to the window. “Yeah. I guess that’s him.”

“He’s dressed kinda…funny,” she murmured. “Those clothes look old.”

“Huh, that is strange,” I said, feigning ignorance.

“I mean seriously, what’s with the suspenders? And hat? He looks like he’s from the 1800s.”

I shrugged, looking out at the young man working in our field. We owned several acres, and the closest neighbors were miles away.

“Well, he’s getting a late start. It’s almost seven. Who did you call again?”

“I don’t know, I just called a number from a website. Their landscaping service had good reviews.”

Maybe I ought to reveal to her what was going on, I thought. I knew it would turn her on…

“I don’t see a truck or a trailer,” she mused.

Maybe I should just tell her. I grinned. No…I would bring the fantasy to her.

I opened the screen door.

“Hey, boy!”

Anna Lee’s head spun towards me, shocked.

“Hey, boy!” I shouted again.

Anna Lee shot me a little grin and blinked. “You’re crazy,” she said, shaking her head.

The man stopped and looked towards me.

I waved my hand, telling him to come in. He obliged, sauntering our way.

“What are you doin’?!” Anna Lee asked with a hushed smile.

“I’m just having some fun,” I winked.

Finally, Jamal arrived at our front porch. Of course, Anna Lee didn’t know that was his name, or that he and I already knew each other.

“Boy, what are you doin out there? Answer me, now,” I asked. Anna Lee was visibly scandalized, and I did my best to suppress my smile.

“Yessir,” Jamal replied, “I was just workin those fields, like y’all hired me for.”

I turned to Anna Lee. “Satisfied, dear?”

She swallowed, taken aback. “I-uh, yes, I am.”

Jamal tipped his hat. “Pleasure, ma’am.”

“Well, I…” Anna Lee was speechless and blushing. I smiled and tried to keep it together. Jamal wasn’t having any trouble staying in character, and I could already see his dick beginning to press against his pants.

“Maybe you should invite him in for some tea,” I said. “If we’re interrogating him and all.”

“Oh, yes, I—“ Anna Lee still hadn’t gathered herself. “Sir? Yes, um, would you like some tea? It’s hot out here, even in the evening, and I’d hate for you to…well…I’m sorry for calling you over here, you’re doin a great job!”

It was so rare to see her off-balance. She was always so confident and in control.

I imagined Jamal pounding my wife’s white pussy, making her cry out in pain and pleasure as he filled up her tight hole with cum.

“Yes ma’am, I’d love that, if that’s alright with you.”

“Yes! Of course, please come in.”

By now her face was bright red. She held open our front screen door as Jamal stepped inside.