The offer was as simple as it was shocking. And very tempting. I was out working in the yard one hot July afternoon when one of my neighbors dropped by. I'll call her Hanna to protect the guilty. Hanna is a wealthy woman in her early forties. She made her money in the shoe business and sold out two years ago to a foreign competitor for enough to live comfortably for a dozen lifetimes. I've often wondered why she stayed in our neighborhood of relatively modest homes. Hanna is an attractive, fit woman with dark hair and olive skin. She's not tall, maybe 5'6", and she's very fit. Attractive without being flashy. She has a nice figure and long, sleek legs. My husband thinks she's sexy for an 'older' woman.

I was kind of surprised to see her come through the gate into my back yard. We've know each other for a few years but haven't been really close. We chat once in a while when we see each other outside, but that's about it. I was working in the garden when I heard the gate open and I was a little concerned until I saw Hanna. I stood up and wiped my hands on the legs of my shorts. Hanna smiled and said, "Hello Jill, how are you today?" I returned her smile. "Hello Hanna. I'm fine, how are you? Won't you sit and talk for a few minutes?" I gestured at the patio chairs and we each took a seat. We chatted for a while before Hanna made the offer.

It's no secret in the neighborhood that things haven't been going well for us. Jim's business has been struggling for a couple of years, but he's on the verge of turning it around. He only needs a few months, six or eight, to be secure again. Just a few months more without pressure and we'll be okay. I guess Hanna knew that and decided to take advantage. Before I reveal her off I should tell you a little about myself. My name is Jill Ashton, I'm thirty-one years old, and have been married for 9 years. We have two children, eight-year-old twins who were away at summer camp at the time. I'm a tall, athletic blonde with a good figure (34c-26-35) and long, very nice legs. I'm not beautiful, at least I don't think of myself as a beauty, but I am attractive. My legs are my best feature, long and sleek, nicely curve with firm thighs and delicately sculpted knees. I'm not a prude, but I have always been a little conservative. But I do like to show off my legs.

Anyway, Hanna's offer took me by surprise. She said she was having a group of friends over the following afternoon for a garden party. Hanna's backyard is fenced and well-planted with shrubbery and is totally private, a good place for to have a party in the summer. She asked me if I would be willing to tend bar. She had already hired a college girl to be the waitress/barmaid. Before I could say a word she continued on. "And I'll pay you $500. How about it?" I was stunned. $500 for a few hours work? Even in our neighborhood that was very good money indeed! I told her I'd think about it. I tried to act cool, but $500 would be a big help to us. Hanna said, "Fine, call me and let me know. By 5 p.m. today please. Oh, by the way, you'd have to work nude."

I'd turned to look out into the garden and it was good that I had because it kept her from seeing the look of shock on my face. I turned back and said, "Oh, I don't think...." She cut me off. "$1,000. Take it or leave it." Her offer took my breath away. How could I turn down a thousand dollars? It would mean so much. I wouldn't be able to tell Jim, but I could feed the money into the household budget over a few weeks. I glanced at the garden once more, then back at Hanna. "Ok," I said in a whisper. "I'll do it."

Hanna smiled, "Fine, but first I want to see what my guests will see." She leaned back with an expectant look on her face. "And you can serve me a drink after you've taken your clothes off. Sort of a tryout."

I got up and walked over to the edge of the patio. It was decision time. I knew from the look in Hanna's eyes that there was more to her offer than just bartending nude. And, shockingly, I found myself becoming excited. I turned back and faced Hanna, staring at the fence behind her as I peeled my T-shirt off over my head. Then I unsnapped my shorts and eased them down over my hips. As they fell around my ankles I bent and untied my workboots. I eased my workboots off, then took my shorts and dropped them on top of the low stone wall surrounding the patio. I straightened up and faced Hanna wearing my plain cotton underwear and my socks. She smiled and said, "Leave the socks on. You'll be sexier than if you were totally nude." I nodded as I reached back to unhook my bra. My breasts fell free and I blushed as I tossed my bra on top of my shorts. My breasts are firm with no trace of sag. They're not really big (c-cup), but they are pretty and my small, dark nipples are very sensitive. Hanna chuckled when I blushed, causing me to blush even more. Then I took a deep breath and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. One quick move and then were down around my ankles. I stepped out of them and glanced at Hanna. "What would you like to drink, ma'am?" I tried to sound like a barmaid. Polite, but impersonal. Hanna grinned and said, "Gin and Tonic."

I went inside and mixed her drink. Then I put it on a small black tray with a napkin and carried it out to her. I set the napkin on the table, placed the glass on it, and said, "Here you are ma'am. Will there be anything else?" Hanna smiled and shook her head. "No, you've done very well." I thanked her and started to turn away, intending to put my clothes back on, but she touched my hip with the tips of her fingers and said, "Wait. Don't rush away." I stood there and waited while she tasted her drink. Her hand still resting lightly on my hip. Her touch was strangely....... not unwelcome. She nodded her approval and set the glass down. Then she looked up at me. "Jill, how long has it been since Jim fucked you?" I stared at the fence and whispered, "Six weeks." It never occurred to me not to answer. I wasn't Jill the devoted wife and mother anymore. I was away in a different world. A world where I was Jill the nude barmaid.

Hanna pushed her chair back from the patio table and then told me to turn and face the table. I did as she asked and she told me to put my hands flat on the table and spread my feet a comfortable distance apart. Again, I did as she asked. She had me move to my left until my leg bumped against hers. She had me slide my hands toward the center of the table, causing me to bend forward from the waist. Then I felt her hand slip between my legs. I closed my eyes and moaned as she explored my sex with a delicate touch. I was quickly wet. As she explored me I told myself that six weeks is a long time without sex and I was weak and needed it, anything to justify submitting without protest. I leaned over farther and turned my head to one side, resting it on my right forearm. The hot surface felt good on my bare breasts. Hanna expertly masturbated me to a long, wonderful orgasm. I lay there, moaning, until it was over. As I started to move she put her hand on my back and said, "Wait. Do you know what the bowling ball grip is?" I shook my head. She chuckled. Then she plunged her forefingers deep into my vagina. At the same time, I felt her thumb press against my anus. I gasped and whispered, "No! Please!" But she kept her hand on my back and pushed her thumb into my ass. I could feel her thumb and fingers rubbing together, separated only by a thin membrane of flesh. Then she lifted upward, raising my feet right off the ground! God, it was erotic. I moaned and whimpered as she swung me from side-to-side a little. Then she let me down and withdrew her fingers from my vagina. I glanced back over my shoulder and she smiled. "Admit it, you like having my thumb in you butt." I blushed and nodded. "Say it," she demanded. "I like having your thumb in my butt." She nodded. "That's better."

She eased her thumb out of my ass and wiped her hand on the napkin. Then she picked up her drink and moved over to sit on the wall. I straighten up and walked over to my clothes. Hanna called my name as I picked up my panties. "Jill, don't dress. Just put your workboots on and go back to what you were doing. You will need sunscreen." I hesitated, then nodded. I went in and got a bottle of SPF15 and put it on all over. Hanna did my back for me. Then I put my workboots on and went back to weeding the garden. I found it extremely erotic to work nude with Hanna watching. It was only 1:00 o'clock. It would be hours before Jim would be home. A few minutes later Hanna called my name and held up her glass. I walked up to the patio, conscious every step of the way of how I must look, nude, gleaming with sweat and suntan lotion, my breasts bouncing gently. Hanna's smile reflected her enjoyment. I took her glass and went inside to fix her another drink. This time, when I served it, she ran the tips of her fingers over my long, silky pubic hair and asked me if I had ever been shaved. I shook my head, "No, never." I turned and walked back to the garden. A few minutes later I heard Hanna's chair scrape on the flagstones as she pushed it back from the table. She walked down to the garden and watched me weed for a couple of minutes. Then she picked up the small garden spade that I'd left lying on the grass. I glanced up as she approached. She crouched in front of me and told me to spread my knees as far apart as I could and then clasp my hands behind my neck and keep them there.

I obeyed. And watched as she slipped the shovel between my legs and eased the handle into my cunt. I took a deep breath and moaned with pleasure as she fucked me with the handle, deep and hard. The smooth lacquered handle slid in and out easily. I moaned and whimpered, it was so embarrassing and so wonderful..... "Oh god, yes! Fuck me. Fuck me hard." Hanna smiled. "Beg." I stared at her and begged. "Please, fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Please, Hanna! Oh, please, fuuuuucccck meeeeeee!" As I started to cum she shoved the handle in deep and let go. Then she grabbed my nipples and squeezed them hard. It hurt like hell, but triggered the most fantastic orgasm of my entire life! When it was over I was on my knees in the dirt, the shovel handle deep in my wet cunt. I looked up at Hanna. She reached out and ruffled my hair. "I'm ready for another drink. Next time in the ass?" A long pause. "Slave." I glanced up at her again, startled. She held her hand out in front of me. I kissed it. "Yes," I whispered, "in the ass next time.......mistress."

I worked nude the rest of the afternoon. Hanna had me roll in the rich dark earth while I was all hot and sweaty. Dirt streaked my flanks and belly, my tits and my ass, when I went to my knees and spread myself so she could ass-fuck me with the shovel handle. By the time the afternoon was over I was a dirty, sweaty, well-fucked nude slave. And happier then I had been in years. Before she left she told me that the college girl was a cute redhead, a dominant, aggressive dyke and I'd have to amuse her guests by satisfying the girl with my tongue. I shivered with anticipation. Before she left, I crawled to Hanna on my belly and licked her shoes in submission.