"MMMnngghh..."
It was a low, gutteral moan of primal satisfaction, cock-stuffed pussy and tits shaking with every thrust. To any outside observer it looked like Mrs. Johnson was getting plowed by the pool boy, his emphatic humping driving her to heights of bliss Mr. Johnson apparently never did.
The pool boy, knowing no better than that, heard that moan and thought only of how lucky he was to find such a horny MILF to work for. Mrs. Johnson's "pool" was so problematic, she needed "servicing" four times a week!
To Edward though, moaning so wantonly from Mrs. Johnson's body, it was much more. To him it was the sound of acceptance, of a thing found that made giving up twenty years of life, his manhood, and his identity worthwhile. He himself had been Mrs. Johnson's pool boy before, a young man in the prime of his life thinking himself lucky to blow such a (mature) babe. Then one day the real Mrs. Johnson had somehow swapped their bodies and told him there was no going back. Edward could either play along or everyone would think he was insane.
It wasn't a hard life, but it took some getting used to. Living in a mansion and having all housework done by servants. Having those heavy tits that were fun to play with, but caused back problems. Having a wardrobe full of sexy clothes. Having an often absent husband who demanded certain things in bed. Having a pussy that literally drooled at just the idea of those things...
What the pool boy, and Edward too before he'd become Mrs. Johnson, didn't know was that Mr. Johnson actually plowed his wife on the regular. Mrs. Johnson's body ached for sex constantly, and gratifying those craving far surpassed any pleasure Edward had known as a man.
The pool boy wanted a messy finish, as he always did. Edward had cum hard, so he obliged the young man - as he had once been obliged. Hot cum rained down on Edward's heavy tits, a sensation he was quickly growing used to. A little got on his lips and he tasted it, smiling. He was getting used to that too.
He'd wash it off in the pool, leaving the pool boy to clean it up. Maybe if he got horny again quickly enough he'd go another round. If not... well Mr. Johnson would be home tonight. No doubt he'd give his "wife" more of the satisfaction she needed.