He lets his wife perform her duty

Usher fought the urge to ravage his wife as her increasingly fervent ministrations stimulated him in just the right places. Sure, she was inexperienced, especially compared to the whores he frequented at the Painted Lady, but she made up for her lack of skills with enthusiasm. Besides, it was impossible not to appreciate how far the bitch had fallen - only days ago the young cowgirl mocked his attempts to trade with her in sexual favours, displaying outright disgust for him. Now she eagerly bobbed her head up and down as she slurped at his filthy old cock and these thoughts of his triumphant reshaping of Lisa brought his impending climax ever closer.

He pawed at her ass with a calloused hand, stimulating her wet slit with his fingers as she worked. The slickness of her lower lips kissing his fingertips felt delicious, for Lisa as well as Usher evidently, as the young bride had begun to temble noticebly. He increased his tempo, furiously flicking her clit with his fingertip as she moaned around his cock and soon they were both crying out in pleasure. Usher felt himself erupt between his bride's soft, wet lips, his fat member spewing jet after jet of thick cum into her mouth. He felt some drip down on his hips, but from what he could tell she was swallowing the majority of it down, the realisation heightening his already powerful climax.

For Lisa's part, she was barely conscious of her actions any more, having lost herself in the act long ago. She relished the sensation of her husband throbbing and twitching in her mouth, and his his rough fingers sliding over her slick wet slit felt amazing. She started to almost hum when his finger started to move more quickly, buzzing against her clit and her damp inner thighs clenched around his hand as her crescendo neared. When Usher blew his his load into her mouth she tensed and came with him, bucking her hips down onto his hand and spearing herself on his finger in the process. Her pussy walls contracted around him and in that moment, she yearned for his cock inside her - yearned for that wonderful fullness that made her feel whole. She slid him out of her mouth and lavished his still twitching cock with several long, loving kisses before finally turning her head to face him, smilingly proudly at the old man as his cum glistened on her lips.

"Fuck me love. Ain't ya sumthin... Ol Usher's gonna need another nap after that." he chuckled down at her, a satisfied smile plastered over his face. Lisa positively beamed with pride at that, watching curiously as Usher rolled over and reached under the bed, rummaging around for a moment before rising with a small box in his hand. He sat up and opened it, revealing a mess of valuables, mostly rusty coins but also a few trinkets and assorted odds and ends. He fished out a few coins, counting them out and placing them on the bed beside him. "There love, should be enough there ta get a few things for around tha place. Some food and what not. Ya must be starving..." he added with a wink which caused Lisa to blush, his cum still settling in her stomach. "The store should be fresh stocked today - best time for it ya see."

Lisa rose to her knees, taking the coin and placing them into a small pouch on her belt. The thought of visiting the store excited her. Shopping, and for her new home no less... it was a privilege she was grateful for. In that moment she realised her state of semi nakedness, a frown forming upon her lips. "But I can't go like this... I'm not decent and have nothing to wear."

"Nonsense love." Usher retorted, "that there skirt be lookin damn fine on ya it does, and covers ya up plenty. We might need to cover up those I spose..." he said with a grin as his gaze wandered to her chest. "Sure ta have somethin around ta do the trick." He began to rise from the bed, then paused, fishing through the box once more with his big fingers and eventually came up with a ring. It was dull and worn, but looked as though with a bit of polish it might shine up quite nicely. Lisa felt a flutter as Usher took her hand and slid it onto her finger. "Won that years ago in a poker game... been waitin for ya a long time it has." Lisa admired it for a moment, smiling as she stretched out her fingers... she would give it a proper clean later, she thought to herself as Usher moved off the bed and began to rummage through a pile of clothes.

He found her a top to wear, one of his own cotton vests that was only slightly soiled, and tossed it to her. "There ya go... that'll do for today love. I'll talk to some people and get you somethin nicer ta wear, dun worry." He added, noting her dubious expression. "Here..." he said helping her into the garment, then tying a knot at the bottom to keep it tight. It provided a surprising amount of support for her breasts, she had to admit, and this gave her confidence that Usher might actually have an eye for such things. Her hopes were high that he may soon actually provide her with something nicer to wear.

Lisa watched him, still perched upon the bed on her knees as Usher stalked off towards the shop, quickly returning with a pair of simple, strappy leather sandles. She began to vaguely wonder at where her own clothes had disappeared to but was quickly distracted by Usher lowering himself into a crouch before her and repositioning her, pulling her legs over the edge of the bed. He took a foot in his big, calloused hands, sending a shiver through her as his rough skin rubbed against her soft flesh, then slipped the sandle on, tying it for her before repeating the process on the other foot. She squirmed under his touch, his unexpected tenderness making her feel slightly giddy and embarrassed.

Usher rose, grinning down at his new bride, her positive reaction to his simple gifts clearly evident. He took her hand and helped her to her feet before pulling her into a little spin, then smacked her ass playfully. "There ya go darlin, all set." he said, stepping aside. "Now on ya git... Ol Usher's got work ta do."

And so it was that Lisa set out for the store, her head a mess of conflicting thoughts. It had been days since she had interacted with any of the other townsfolk and her life had changed so dramatically since then. She was barely covered, the breeze tickling her wet folds beneath the thin fringe of tassles, her breasts bouncing freely in Usher's makeshift bra, and she couldn't help but fear that the locals would judge her harshly. Looking down at the ring on her finger bolstered her resolve however - she could do this, she would do this. Shopping for the household was the first step towards her new life and if she was going to make it in this town, she had to show a little confidence.