She takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself. Her eyes are still pressed tightly shut but her breathing slows as she forces herself to relax. I u...fasten the brooches which close the straps of her apron-dress, and the heavy fabric falls to the floor to pile around her bare brown feet. I sweep her dark hair to one side and my nimble fingers attack the cord which laces closed her linen shift. I watch my husband's face as it cascades to the floor too, exposing her smooth brown flesh to his. At the village we went into the General Store to buy ices, because it was so hot now. Inside, I saw my friends from school and I felt proud to be with this girl who shone and sparkled and bubbled with life. We spent the whole day exploring the village and I even found out places I’d never seen before. And then Joan remembered something she’d seen up the river bank, the other day, when she’d been by herself, and we went up there and looked and it was a group of moorhens and, you know, I’d never. I heard the front door close a few moments later and realised I was at Mike's mercy, Katie and Jay had gone out. Despite my concerns, my cock remained solid, even as I heard Mike coming up the stairs; my mind was reeling at what was going to happen but still I remained excited, nervous but wanting to be his fuck toy. Mike came into the room and stripped his clothes off, his cock was massive, bigger than Jay's and my mouth watered at the thought of feeling jets of cum shooting from it and down. “Robert is going to the hardware store before he gets breakfast,” she said, “he is going to put a lock on our bedroom door, that way, we will always know that we can have some privacy just incase we ever need to be naked with you in the house!” Shit, I thought, all of my sneaky plans to spy were disappearing in front of me. Robert arrived with breakfast and the door lock, I actually helped him fit the lock, crazy I know, I was helping my wife’s lover put a lock on their bedroom door to imprison.