I cornered Georgia first out in the barn after she has been gathering eggs at the chicken coop. She put down her basket and came into my arms quietly,... raised up on her toes, and we exchanged a few kisses and several gropes before I pulled her back into a corner workroom, hoisted her up on a heavy bench, swept the wood I had been working on to the floor and tossed her skirts into her lap. She smiled at me as I fumbled with my buttons.I stepped between her slim legs and unleashed my aching root.. “Emily, you are a very nice woman, and an excellent nurse. You are now proving that you are a Christian, through and through. I, on the other hand, am a bastard. I try to live my life by duty, and honorable actions. You are here, now, with me, because, being my co-worker, I have some slender reed of duty toward you. On the other hand, I have a singular and primary duty to my wife, to get home and help her deal with the changes this event will bring. Clear so far?”She looked puzzled, but seemed. They were not having sex. They were FUCKING. I'm not sure I ever fucked my wife. I only made love to her, and poorly at that.And hearing my wife get FUCKED made me hard. Very, very hard. My compulsions got the better of me. I reached down into my pants. I was hard, wet, and excited. And I engaged myself, in the most shameful way I ever did.I heard them get rough. I heard slapping. I heard her pleasure. She was loud. Louder than ever with me. I was so hot. It was so sexy to hear. She stood up and removed the harness and looked at her sweater and knee length skirt. She walked over and was about to put it on when she remembered she had almost gotten fire from her last job for getting caught without underwear so she quickly the most conservative underwear she had black frilly that covered her tattoo of slave written on her ass cheek. She also put on a bra to contain her large double d breasts. Her two daughter Amanda and Karen were waiting. Karen was nude reading a.