She passes out

Chuck woke up to something poking in his ribs. He startled and saw Ken looking down at him. Jill was sound asleep off to his side.

Ken whispered, "I think we did it. We satisfied her, finally. Come here, I'd like to talk to you."

The lawn boy got out of bed and followed Ken, both of them still naked, until they got outside. Ken was unconcerned of his nudity, so Chuck put on airs of also being unconcerned, but he checked to make sure no one could see over the privacy fence. Once outside, Ken turned and said, "Well, {firstname}. Two things. The lawn looks fantastic. You've done a better job than the last four guys. Well worth the twenty dollar tip. Second, you screwed my wife." Chuck got worried, but tried not to show it. Ken seemed to enjoy the threesome, but you never know when jealousy will pop up.

Ken continued, "Not only did you screw my wife, you screwed her so well, that she passed. I give you major kudos for that. My wife is what used to be called a nymphomaniac and now are termed 'hypersexuality'. She wants, no, needs sex all the time. In fact, her art is something she pours her sexuality and need into, so that she doesn't kill me with sex 24/7/365. I have a proposition for you. You keep my lawn like this in exchange for $100 a week. You keep my wife happy like this in exchange for all the sex you can give her. If the only time you have is the once a week you cut the lawn with a wild sex romp afterward, that's fine. It's at least once a week that I'll get sleep. If you can spare an afternoon or evening or three more often, so much the better. She and I will certainly let you know if you're coming over too often. All I ask is that you be discreet. Enter by the back, don't show your ass in public, don't talk about it with your buddies, don't bring anyone else over. Do we have a deal?" He looked at Chuck with a smirk.