Jaimie would never understand why he seemed to think she was more comfortable than the plush queen bed they shared. It didn’t matter how many times ...he pushed him off, even rolling him off the bed; he would simply jump right back up. She let her eyes wander to the pale reflection of the cold night’s half-moon shining down through her window. She could tell the clouds had finally drifted off; tomorrow was going to be cold. After letting her mind trace over the next day’s events she pulled. The view was hypnotizing, the moon was full and shown with a brilliance between the tall evergreens, the lake below, bouncing off the waters glass. It was hot, she wanted to cool off, the water just looked so inviting. ‘It’s quite hot this evening, wouldn’t you say?’ She turned around raising an eyebrow, then smiling and nodding her response, ‘mmmm…’ to the man who had suddenly appeared behind her, before she turned her gaze back to the shimmering lake below. He taking a few steps closer,. ..asking her if she liked being treated like a whore, it she was my cum slut and owned by me, that I was her second husband and I owned her body. Then before I let her cum I started talking about her daddy, the preacher. I asked if she ever saw his dick growing up, she moaned and got wetter. I removed the blind fold to watch her eyes. I asked if she thought about fucking him when she was young and or a teenager, she moaned and shook her head no but it made her body respond even more. I knew. ”“I mean, raw, naked fucking, and sucking in public. Like inside a hardware store or supermarket. I saw a short video once where the male was with two young housewives, and they fucked naked on a tennis court - supposedly for an hour, before they ran from the law.”I asked her, “Would you like to star in an outdoor video, on a tennis court like that?”“If I knew we were safe, and could shoot enough footage to make a full, thirty minute or more, video - I would pay to be in that video.”Anna asked.