Talk of the town

Mrs Grady and a handful of her busybody hangers-on stood in the shadow of an old barn across the way from Usher's home. In the fading evening light they were invisible and they watched in silence as the gunsmith's new whore wife slutted about in the kitchen, eventually leaning right up to the window giving the women a perfect view of her ample cleavage. The middle aged women clucked their tongues and shook thier heads as they watched, but their collective breath caught in their throats when Usher came into view, gripping his young wife tightly by the hips and pressing himself into her from behind.

It wasn't difficult to tell what was happening, the young woman's face told them everything, her strained expression, slowly turning into a rictus of pleasure as she was thrust back and forth. The women had fallen so silent that they could hear the violent slap of the old man's hips against his wife's naked ass cheeks, and when she started crying out, her climax clearly building the sound carried through the night, out to the increasingly uncomfortable audience. As the pair's rutting intensified, several of the woman began to slip away into the night, too ashamed to continue watching, their own growing arousal causing them to flee in the name of decency.

Mrs Grady didn't notice however, the lewd scene having captivated her so that she had become blissfully unaware of anything else. So entranced was she, that she didn't even realise she had slid a hand into her skirt, her fingertips tracing over the wet fabric of her underwear as the teased her own sex. It was not until the slut wife screamed in pleasure, obviously climaxing hard on the old man's cock that Mrs Grady realised what she was doing - her own wet cunt pulsating and her legs trembling as a sympathetic orgasm took her.

Mrs Grady looked around, relieved to find herself alone and her transgression unseen. She hastily straightened herself up and scurried away into the night, her mind troubled with salacious thoughts of the newly-weds and their sexual escapades, her pussy tingling at the thought of being used like the young, slut wife.

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The Connors were back at their stable, Billy showing Beth the handful of coins he earned for just a few minutes work. "See, real money and she wansta give us more. Said she will try to find work for us to do to make some extra coin. Beth, this could be just what we need to keep on top o things round here."

Beth looked at her brother scornfully. "That dumb bitch is nothing more than stinky old Usher's plaything. Careful around her Billy, she may have good intentions but old Usher sure don't. He'll take everything we've got if we give him the chance."

Billy pouted, his mind wandering back to Mrs Usher, how she smiled happily when she paid him for the water. How her breasts bounced and ass jiggled beneath her tassles when she moved. Billy was nearly a man grown and still hadn't experienced a woman, not for want of trying but there were no other girls his age aside from Beth, and the whorehouse scared him. Not to mention what his sister would do to him if she ever found out he went there. So it was Billy was pent up and frustrated and the sight of young Mrs Usher, so sweet and sexy and... kind. Poor Billy was smitten.

Beth was almost a full year older than Billy and she never let him forget it, always bossing him around and telling him how they should run the stables which had really started to irk the boy. He had been looking for a chance to prove himself, to take the reins and show his sister that he was clever and capable, and this new opportunity with Mrs Usher could be just the thing. Tomorrow Beth would be away for the day, returning a mare to the Cooper ranch and he resolved that he would take the opportunity to pay Mrs Usher a visit and find out more about the work she had for them.