She knew that men, whenever they even glanced at her, wanted to fuck her silly. Her body was, she was very much aware, very, very much appreciated!Jam...es’ mind was racing. Get a slip from the maid, take Aunt Eleanor into one of the bedrooms and ask, or plead if necessary, if he could watch her get changed. Not as daft as it sounded: she was loose with alcohol and she liked to be flattered. It could work. What was more, she hadn’t said no so far. For all he knew she was a closet. Before their eyes had even adjusted to the dark, he was inside her. She’d known exactly what to do — lying forward on the padded bench seat, her legs straddling it, she lifted up for her husband to snatch up the skirt of her dress, exposing her bare ass and panty-less pussy to the cool air, replaced a moment later by the heat of his cock.Gripping her tight, he began to pound her with the determination of a man who knows he has less than two minutes to cum. The wife willing him on, pushing back. But Richard Benson had applied forhis role of husband. The new women leaving Stepfordville were highlyprized, not everyone who applied made it through the exhaustive interviewand vetting process. The men had to be single, and be well-to-do, wellenough of to allow their future wives to be the classic, pampered stay-at-home housewives that they'd been trained to be. All men were checked forcharacter, no wife beaters or assholes need apply. Stepfordville wasstrictly regimented. Richard was. Mike left the changing area and entered the pool area and when he looked around and saw Gaynor in the water swimming around with some other men talking he felt his cock twitch at the sight of her, how innocent and casual she looked compared to how he had seen her. He got into the water and wanted to remain away from her for fear of himself. The things they had done, he still could not get the image of her deep throating him out of his mind. Nor could he get out the fact he had covered his own.