Back at the Usher's

Lisa and Harry drank and fucked the night away as usual, eventually falling into a deep and satisfying sleep. Lisa awoke the next day alone once again, her husband evidently an early riser which brought a smile to her face. For all his faults, the man had ambition and got things done. She was not surprised to find him gone, off sorting some business or other about the town. Lisa began to dutifully clean up the mess from the previous night, washing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen, sipping a little hooch as she worked.

Usher meanwhile had decided to pay a little visit to the general store, the thought of that little bitch Mrs Grady getting into his new bride's head enough to spur him into action. The little bell above the door rang loudly as he barged into the small shop, Mrs Grady turning to glare at him with a start before her eyes went wide and her cheeks flushed red.

"Oh... Mr Usher!" she gasped, "What can I uhhh, do for you today?"

Harry strode up to the counter, leaning over the petite woman as he said in a low growl, "Me wife tells me ya were none too nice to her yesserday. That ya made jokes at her expense n made her feel discomfort an the like."

Mrs Grady squirmed uncomfortably under the large man's glare, shaking her head reflexively. "No, no... I didn't mean to, I just... didn't realise you had taken a wife." she stammered, "Uhh... congratulations..." she added." The poor woman was struggling to maintain eye contact with Usher, scared as she was and she found her lowered gaze coming to rest upon his crotch which was at her eye level. It took several moments of silence before she realised, looking back up at Usher to find him leering down at her.

"See somethin ya like dear?" Usher cackled and Mrs Grady's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. "Oh ho ho..." Usher chuckled, "Didn't pick ya as the type love, but don' fret... there's plenny of ol' Usher ta go round."

He stepped away from the counter, eyes never leaving the woman who stared back at him in stunned silence. "My place at eight sharp tonight... me wife deserves an apology she does. Don' keep her waitin." With that he barrelled back out the door, the loud ringing of the bell rousing Mrs Grady from her stunned state.

What the hell was that... Mrs Grady pondered to herself. He couldn't know that she saw them could he? No... no, there was no way. He just caught her staring and, well... she was staring. Her mind began to cloud with visions of the couple rutting and she felt herself start to heat up. Mrs Grady did her best to shake off her intrusive, lewd thoughts but she couldn't shake off the realisation that she would have to visit them later that night. She knew Usher could be a most unpleasant man if he chose to be, and it would be well in her best interests to placate him and his new wife with a simple apology. The thought of it sent a chill down her spine...