Chapter 206 - 207: Used My Fingers

"Then good for you. It's truly a tragedy, though—you're letting all of that magnificent, wasted potential rot away here, giving your body to a husband who can't even satisfy you," Owen mocked, glancing briefly through a small gap in the weathered wall to watch the hardworking man outside happily harvesting ripe grapes under the afternoon sun.

'Heh, look at him go, just like that oblivious old fool. It's prime time for me to thoroughly savor his precious wife,' Owen grinned maliciously, feeling her lips slowly glide up and down his shaft as she applied herself with full, earnest effort.

Slurp... slurp... "Mmmph... why does this thing have to be so damn long...?" she mumbled around the thick base.

"What are you complaining about now, Mrs. Grizzle? Isn't this exactly what you secretly wanted? A big, fat, heavy cock filling up your insatiable, slutty mouth."

Slurp... slurp... "That's not what I meant at all... you're completely twisted..."

"Am I really? Are you entirely sure about that?" Without warning, Owen reached out and pinched her sensitive, erect nipples, ruthlessly twisting them back and forth without a shred of mercy.

"Ngn... ahn... ahnn... this... this wasn't part of our original agreement... slurp... slurp."

"Of course it's part of the agreement. I get to enjoy fondling your magnificent tits while you enjoy sucking my cock. That's what you call a completely fair, equivalent trade."

"Ngn... that's pure madness. I don't like this... not one bit. I love my husband far more than any cock... this isn't something I can ever genuinely enjoy..." she lied through her teeth, even as both of her hands eagerly stroked the length of his shaft while her mouth meticulously cleansed the throbbing head.

'Argh... a simultaneous handjob and blowjob. This has got to be the absolute pinnacle of paradise... argh... shit... it feels so damn good!' Owen growled internally, the sheer friction driving him so wild that he pinched her swollen nipples even harder.

"Ngn! Ahn... ahnn... ah! Stop that right now! Ahn, it hurts..."

'Why on earth is he so damn good at this...? I even pulled out all the stops and tried my absolute best last night with my husband, but it was completely hopeless... ahnn, what kind of broken, sinful woman have I become?' Grizzle silently swore to herself that this would be the final time—her absolute last transgression. After all, she couldn't forget the image of the man of her life, drenched in honest sweat beneath the glaring sun yet still flashing a loving smile toward her.

How could she possibly betray the fierce trust of the man who had made her life so deeply memorable and almost perfect... well, not completely perfect, but close enough.

'Ahn... why on earth am I letting myself do this again? I already promised myself... ahh, this situation is getting way out of hand... ahn, what on earth should I do now...' she whimpered softly, slipping into another helpless wave of shuddering moans.

"You're lying straight to my face again, you know. I can tell by your body language that you're loving every single second of that pinch. Don't bother trying to fool me after spending hours inside your body, Mrs. Grizzle."

"Ngn... ahn... ahnn... please, stop talking like that. That's not true at all... I already made a sacred promise..."

"To keep our little secret locked away, right? Heh, good... very good. At least you still remember how to follow directions."

"N-No... that's not what I meant... slurp... slurp..."

"Ahh, there goes your husband again, happily pruning away. Don't you worry your pretty head, he's never going to discover that his sweet wife is actually a secret little slut who breaks every promise she makes the moment a hard cock is dangled in front of her."

"..."

"Hit the nail right on the head, didn't I? Heh, I know you inside and out, Mrs. Grizzle, so drop the act and stop trying to lie to yourself. Besides, what does it matter? He'll go on living his simple, happy life, and you'll get your secret fixes. It's a perfectly fair trade considering he's working with such a pathetic little twig downstairs." Owen roasted the poor husband thoroughly, roasting him down to literal cinders without an ounce of remorse.

Slurp... "That's a horrible lie... I don't want to keep doing this... you completely forced me into it."

"Then suck it down faster, woman. It's genuinely depressing to watch your face right now—you're looking completely addicted to the cock right in front of you, yet your mouth keeps spouting absolute nonsense." Carl slid his bare foot forward, casually nudging his toes right between her trembling, parted thighs.

"Ngn... ahn... guck... guck... guck..." She opened her throat as wide as humanly possible, transforming into a rhythmic, relentless machine.

Guck... guck... guck...

"Argh... fuck yes. Your mouth definitely doesn't lie when you're choking on me like this. Just surrender to your true nature and stop making up ridiculous excuses."

" Guck... guck... ugh... don't shove yourself so deep... my throat is burning..." Her eyes drifted upward, rolling back into her head as she stared at his face in a daze. The sight of her flushed cheeks and rolled-back eyes while deep-throating him made the entire scene infinitely more erotic.

"Since you love deep-throating so much, I'll just use my foot to give you a little extra motivation down below." Owen's toes brushed right against the sensitive folds of her hidden cunt.

'Heh, let's tease the poor thing a bit more. I bet she's already dripping wet under that skirt.' 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

"Guck... guck... ahnn... what on earth are you doing to me... ahn..." Her heels lifted off the cold floor; the sudden, unexpected friction against her sensitive core sent a violent jolt of pure pleasure straight up through her abdomen.

"Think of it as an upgraded, modern version of fingering—let's call it toe-teasing."

"Ahnn... that's just completely made-up nonsense... guck... guck..."

"Well, it's working wonders, isn't it? Just look at the sheer amount of slick love juices soaking through your panties. You're soaking wet down there."

"Ahn... guck... guck... please, stop looking..."

"Heh, and here I thought you were going to try and claim you fingered yourself out of sheer boredom."

"...Y-Yes... I used my fingers... so stop joking around... guck... guck..."

"Haha... I've had quite enough of your silly games, Mrs. Grizzle. Your sweet little cunt is practically begging for a real pounding—just look at how staggering the amount of your nectar is." Owen pulled his foot back, raising his toes just high enough for her to catch a clear, dripping glimpse of her own arousal.

"Ah... ahn... guck... guck..."

"Tell me the truth, Mrs. Grizzle—you're dying for a proper pounding from me right now, aren't you?"

"Ngn... ahn... guckk... guckk..." She remained completely silent, pouring every last ounce of her remaining focus into devouring his shaft. She could feel the heavy, frantic twitching building up at the base—the climax was finally here!

"Such a stubbornly cold treatment right up until the end. I'm heartbroken, Mrs. Grizzle... so you better swallow every single drop of my cum to make up for it!" Owen roared, lunging forward and shoving his dick deep to the hilt just as a massive, boiling torrent of seed erupted from his core.

Spurtt! Spurtt! Spurtt!