The Farmhand’s Secret

Sarah Mitchell stood on the porch of her farmhouse, watching her husband, Jack, drive away for yet another business trip to the city. As his car disappeared down the dirt road, she sighed deeply, the familiar ache of loneliness settling in her chest. Sarah was a mid-40s woman with a lean, muscular build from years of hard farm work. Her tanned skin and bright blue eyes stood out against her dark, wavy hair usually tied back in a ponytail. Despite her modest appearance, she had a natural beauty that often went unnoticed. She was shy and reserved, especially around men, due to years of feeling neglected by her husband.

Her life on the farm was one of routine and hard work. The days blurred together, each one a repetition of the last. She spent her time tending to the animals, maintaining the crops, and keeping the house in order. Jack’s increasing focus on his city ventures left her feeling neglected and unloved. She missed the days when they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, when a simple touch could ignite a fire within her. Now, she felt like a ghost in her own home, unseen and unappreciated.

After seeing Jack off, Sarah headed to the barn to start her morning chores. She fed the chickens, milked the cows, and checked on the horses. Thunder, their prized stallion, whinnied as she approached, eager for attention. Sarah smiled and patted his neck, feeling a brief moment of contentment in his presence.

Later that afternoon, Sarah returned to the stable to groom Thunder.