Chapter 181 - 180: Familiar

Chapter 181: Chapter 180: Familiar

Owen wiped away the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Having sex outdoors under the open sky was taking its toll—the oppressive humidity combined with the intense, relentless pounding had him sweating profusely.

"Your pussy is sucking my cock dry, my dear," Owen panted, looking down as the dangled latex stretched heavy, its tip bulging with a massive sphere of his warm seed.

"Nghn... don’t say that... it’s just the natural reaction of my body," Natalie gasped weakly, swaying where she knelt as her legs completely lost their remaining strength.

"Good choice of words," Owen chuckled softly. "Now, let’s give your asshole a try. I just hope my cock can actually fit inside that tiny hole." He reached down and gently poked the tight, puckered opening.

’Damn, this is going to be a tough squeeze,’ he thought.

"Control your hole, my dear. Just imagine you’re taking a deep breath, like you’re taking a poop, and relax your whole body," Owen instructed patiently. He had lost count of how many village wives he had taught this exact trick to, using the exact same advice.

"Ah... I don’t know what to do..." she whimpered nervously.

"You know how to do it. Don’t force your ass to open up all at once. Just take a slow breath and focus on things that calm you down." Owen spat on his hand and carefully worked two fingers inside, testing her tightness. At least he was able to get a start.

"Ahn... ahnn..." Natalie moaned, her mind racing as she tried desperately to loosen her tense muscles.

Vroom... rumble...

"Hmm? What’s that sound?" Owen paused, hearing the low rumble of an engine pulling up nearby.

"T-That’s my husband’s truck...!" she stammered in absolute panic. Her heart dropped to her stomach as she imagined them getting caught red-handed.

’Look at that for a plot twist,’ Owen thought, amazed by her body’s subconscious reaction. The sheer shock and terror of her husband arriving had caused her tight muscle to completely yield and open wide.

"Don’t worry, and don’t make a single sound," Owen whispered wickedly into her ear. "I’m going to shove my cock right inside your asshole now. Heh, this is actually the perfect opportunity."

Without an ounce of hesitation, Owen lined himself up and rammed his massive bare dick straight into her unlubricated rear hole in one full, merciless thrust!

"Ueghh!! Ahn... ahn! Please stop! Ahh, my asshole... ahh!!" Natalie gasped in agony, tears pricking her eyes as a sharp surge of pain radiated through her entire lower body.

"Don’t make a sound, my dear! Your husband is coming this way right now," Owen hissed, leaning forward over her back. From the yard below, only Owen’s bare chest and shoulders were visible above the wooden porch railing, while his lower body and her trembling frame were completely hidden behind the solid wall.

"Ngh! Uff... fuff..." Natalie frantically clapped both of her hands over her mouth, desperately stifling her cries as the sound of the truck engine cut out and a door slammed shut.

’Argh... so fucking tight! Fuck, what a glorious asshole!’ Owen gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching as her tight walls gripped his raw shaft like a vice. There was no condom this time—just pure, raw contact.

"Owen! I’m back!" the uncle shouted cheerfully as he stepped around the side of his truck.

"Uncle? Why did you come back so soon?" Owen called out over the railing, continuing to slowly drive his hips forward. He didn’t give a damn about the older man’s presence. He had fucked his wife just feet away without him noticing before, and this time was no different. The only real upgrade was that he was currently buried deep inside her tight rear hole.

"I forgot to check Granny’s note on the back of the ledger," the uncle explained, scratching his head sheepishly. "It turns out I need to load up and deliver way more drinking water than I thought." He sighed, shaking his head. "Those women at the house are going through water much faster than expected today."

"Ahh, that makes sense," Owen replied casually, holding himself still for a second to let her body adjust.

"Why are you still standing out there on the porch anyway, Wen? Are you waiting for someone?"

"Not at all, Uncle. I’m just out here enjoying the nice weather and taking a little break."

"Haha, taking a break! Well, a young man like you needs plenty of fresh air and outdoor sun, so that’s good!" The farmer turned back toward his truck, preparing to unload the extra water containers.

"Ahn... ahnn... please... move slowly..." Natalie whimpered beneath her breath. Overwhelmed by the sensation of his thick cock stretching her rear, she was completely losing control of her composure, drifting closer and closer to a mind-numbing peak.

"Hmm? Did I hear something just now, Owen?" The uncle suddenly stopped in his tracks, turning around to squint up at the porch. "It sounded like a woman’s voice."

"What was that, Uncle?" Owen asked innocently, keeping his tone perfectly flat.

"I could’ve sworn I heard a woman groaning just now. And stranger yet... the voice sounded remarkably familiar," the man muttered, taking a few curious steps closer to the porch stilt pillars.

’Oh shit,’ Owen thought, a dark thrill running through his veins as he held the man’s wife tightly by her hips. ’I’m raw-dogging your wife’s asshole right above your head, old man. Don’t push your luck—discovering the truth right now would completely destroy you.’

"You must be imagining things, Uncle," Owen said smoothly, shaking his head. "I don’t see any women around here. Besides, all the village ladies are gathered inside for their private festival, so it’s impossible for any of them to be wandering around out here on the porch."

Meanwhile, her tight asshole was squeezing his shaft so violently it made Owen want to groan out loud himself.

"Hmm... but why did that voice sound so familiar?" the uncle pondered aloud, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I’ve known that particular tone for many years..."

Having spent decades living with his wife, he would have to be an absolute fool not to recognize the distinct pitch and frequency of her voice.

"Well, who do you think it was then, Uncle?" Owen asked, poking the fire.

"Ahn... ahn... ahn..." Natalie squeezed her eyes shut beneath the blindfold, fighting for her life to suppress her gasps as Owen relentlessly drove his shaft deeper into her sphincter from behind.

"It sounded almost exactly like my wife, Natalie," the uncle confessed, scanning the quiet yard surrounding the stilt house. "I know it sounds completely crazy, but I’d recognize her voice anywhere."

He looked toward the porch, but the thick wooden privacy barrier blocked his view of the floor entirely. It seemed utterly ridiculous to imagine his quiet, conservative wife up there with his nephew while Owen was simply enjoying the view.

"Well, I can only offer my best guess, Uncle," Owen said with a casual shrug. "Either your wife magically snuck out here, or your tired mind is playing tricks on you after all that heavy lifting."

"Haha! Yeah, you’re right, Wen," the farmer laughed, shaking off his absurd suspicions. "There’s no way she’s out here, and certainly no reason she’d be hanging around you."

The thought of his sweet, devoted wife performing lewd acts with a young man didn’t even register as a possibility in his head. After all, she was a loving, faithful partner who had never kept a single secret from him.

Even though their intimate life had slowed down in recent years due to his demanding farm work, their relationship remained as solid as ever. Satisfied with his own logic, the uncle turned back toward his truck to finish his chores.