Horny Housewife’s Revenge – Part 2

Watch trailerMore brazzersGo to PureTabooGo to VixenKayley Gunner and Van Wylde are landscapers working to get the backyard looking perfect for the garden party. After catching her husband cheating on her, La Sirena is still on a mission to fuck as many people as possible! It just so happens that blonde Kayley and Van are feeling horny too, so they sneak into the house for a quickie. However, when they get broken up, Van falls right into La Sirena’s lap. Kayley might be upset to catch Van with another woman, but La Sirena plans on leaving no one out of her sexy revenge plan!By the time I was forty, I had made enough money to retire. I will not bore you with those details, suffice to say, it was a harrowing experience and I was fortunate not to endure physical harm. The ordeal, however, made me take stock of my life, and I decided to spend the rest of my days in a safer environment.On one of my holidays a few years before, I had visited a remote village that looked like a place that time had forgotten. I had always been a rather solitary creature, and the isolation of this area had left a lasting impression on me.Summarily, I began to put my plans into action for my exit strategy.I had to sell my company shares, my house, and find a home in my new environment. Fortunately, my business partners understood my situation and were comfortable with my decision. The sale of my home where I had lived for ten years also proved to be no problem at all. My last hurdle was somewhat more taxing. The beautiful home I found needed a lot of fixing, but I was up for the challenge.Being a systematic person, I set about refurbishment in a logical fashion.This all fell into place when I began frequenting a pub on the outskirts of the town. The pub and grill in town mainly catered for the tourist trade and generally closed by six o’clock in the afternoons. The local pub I frequented remained open until late in the evenings. Their food was basic but tasty. Best of all, however, was that the rough men of the area favoured this bar. Because of its rough nature, very few females accompanied their husbands and boyfriends.The owner, Bruce, was a coarse man and took no shit from the patrons. The occasional fights instantly got dealt with, and the men were always fearful of a ban that might accompany unruly behaviour.For me, the pub was like butch heaven, with the smell of testosterone permeating the place. Being hardworking farmer types, the occasional overtly masculine odours, were like an aphrodisiac to my gay heart. Their soiled clothing and calloused hands made me wet with lust. I naturally understood that the men were all straight, or so I thought, and so I was extremely careful. The old-fashioned steel urinal in the men’s toilet supplied me with a great deal of visual pleasure, and it always amazed me how cavalier the guys pissing were as they casually flopped their dicks about after a piss.Although this was mainly a man hangout, occasionally free-range pussy also frequented the joint. At these junctures, it did not take long before an outdoor excursion followed after male generosity fuelled the women. This practice always alerted me to a voyeuristic wonderland, as I scouted the outdoor area for men fucking women hanging off the back of their trucks. Even the lack of illumination could not dim my enjoyment of panting females and grunting males. Often, these spectacles included groups of men, who did not mind batting on a sticky wicket. It was like watching a bitch in heat in a dog pound as I merged into the darkness.It was at this venue that I finally encountered a trio of oddball brothers, who occasionally frequented the place. They were a sorrowful sight for compassionate minds, to borrow from Dickens.As I learned about their earlier lives, I got filled with compassion and intrigued. Their father who had died a year before had been a real bastard. When they were kids, he had beaten the hell out of them. The eldest, Harley, had endured most of his