Chapter 208 - 209: Man of Word

Chapter 208: Chapter 209: Man of Word

"Good, that’s fucking good. Now just do your job and act like nothing strange is going on," Owen growled softly, lowering his body and beginning to thrust his thick cock deep inside her throat without an ounce of hesitation.

Eutt... eutt... eutt... ahn... ahnn... we might actually get caught at this rate... eutt...

"Heh, well, that’s entirely up to you. If you’re so desperate to get us caught in the act, then by all means, keep crying out like that."

"Eutt... I won’t... please, stop saying things like that..."

"Then act natural. Oi... look, he’s waving his hand outside. Say something to him," Owen murmured, taking a quick glance through the narrow window and seeing the clueless husband smiling brightly in the sunlight.

"Dear? What are you looking out at? Did something happen while you were guiding Owen inside?" the man asked from the yard, his voice laced with casual curiosity.

"Ugh... ahn... ahn... n-no, dear! I just wanted to catch a breath of fresh air. Owen mentioned the room was a bit stuffy..." she choked out around the shaft.

"Ahh, you mean the smell of the fermenting brew. Yes, haha, he’s new around here, so he might find the atmosphere a bit overwhelming," the man chuckled, scratching his head like the honest, hardworking city boy he was.

"Y-Yes... eutt... eutt... he’s clearly doing his job right now... umm, keeping an eye on the surroundings."

"Oh, is that so? Then why is your face so bright red? Are you feeling unwell or in pain right now, honey?"

"N-no... hehe, the strong scent of the fermented grapes just drifted straight up my nose... ahnn... ahnn..." she lowered her head further, desperately trying to muffle her breathless sounds with her palm.

"Hmm? What are you doing down there, dear? And where did Owen go? I’d think he’d be the one wanting some fresh air."

"Eut... eut... n-nothing at all! Just got a little something stuck in my throat... and as for Owen... ahnn, ahn... he’s quite busy... right now."

’Busy actively fucking your wife right in front of your face, Uncle. Hehe, just look at her face... it’s turning completely crimson,’ Owen thought with malicious amusement, lifting her by the nape of her neck to keep her securely positioned.

"Is that so? Well, I just hope he isn’t getting dizzy in there from the fumes."

"Eutt... eutt... yeah... he’s fine, just currently occupied with some other... stuff... eh, eh..." Her heavy, half-lidded eyes completely betrayed her words, shining with hearts and the unmistakable glaze of total addiction.

’I better wrap this up and pull out soon, or we’re actually going to get busted,’ Owen figured as the husband continued staring intently toward the doorway.

"Uncle! Haha, sorry about that—are you looking for me?" Owen called out smoothly.

Thrust... thrust... thrust...

Her plump bottom bounced like rolling waves as Owen relentlessly hammered into her, her sensitive cervix slowly getting molded by the relentless, raw pounding.

’Damn... her pussy is clamping down like a vice. What an absolute, uninhibited horny slut—she only gets wetter and more aroused knowing her own husband is standing right outside,’ Owen sneered internally.

"Yes, I was just wondering because Grizzle opened the door. Are you boys alright in there? It can feel a bit stifling the first time you step inside the cellar."

"Haha, yes, Uncle. It’s just... quite a tight space to get used to... ahem, I mean the layout of the room," Owen coughed smoothly, though he wasn’t lying—she was exceptionally tight.

"Ah... right, that’s just because of all the juice barrels packed inside. Don’t you worry about it."

"Yes, Uncle, this space is really... damn tight. Oh, just a little bit more..."

"Hmm... did you say something, son?"

"No, nothing at all. Just admiring how beautiful and completely filled with juices this place is..."

Your wife’s soaking pussy, that is... she’s leaking rivers down below. Hehe, it would be a terrible crime not to fill a womb this ripe. The dark urge to flood her with his seed overwhelmed Carl.

"You bet it is! That’s the honest fruit of our labor. Hehe, I’m glad you appreciate a good harvest." The husband smiled proudly, wiping his nose with the back of his hand, completely satisfied that Owen valued his hard work.

"Then how about I taste a bit of the ’wine’ right now, Uncle? The fruit of your labor here is actively overflowing..." Owen whispered, casually pressing his thumb down to rub hard against her sensitive clit.

"Are you sure there’s a leak somewhere, Owen? That would be a disaster for the batch!" the man’s eyes widened in sudden alarm.

"Ngn... eut... eut... dear... he’s just joking around... eutt..."

"Ahh, yes... yes, Uncle! I was just trying to lighten the mood while Auntie keeps me company here."

"Uhh... what? I can’t really follow what you’re saying... should I go inside to check?"

"Eut... eutt... no, dear! Please don’t come in. Otherwise, you’ll find me in quite a messy state... ahnn..." She swallowed the rest of her warning down into a ragged gasp.

"I don’t think there’s enough room for both of us to stand comfortably in here, Uncle... that’s what Auntie is trying to say. Even I’m having a hard time moving around..." Owen ground his teeth as the approaching crest of his orgasm threatened to burst the dam; her pussy was gushing so heavily it felt less like simple arousal and more like an open shower.

"Hah... alright then, are you both doing okay? If it’s too cramped, you can step outside first and I’ll come inspect it myself."

"Just give me a moment, Uncle... I’m almost finished here. Argh... just a little bit longer... shit..."

"H-hey... pull it out... ahn, don’t cum inside me! You promised—"

"Relax, I’m a man of my word. So naturally, I’m going to finish deep inside your cunt." Owen ignored her frantic plea and slammed his hips forward in a brutal, unyielding deadlock.

Spurt! Spurtt! Spurtt!

"Ohh, fuck... oh, sorry about that, Uncle—just slipped... shit, that feels so damn good," Owen grunted, shooting thick rope after thick rope of hot cum straight into her womb without giving her a single second to protest.

"A-ahh... ahh... you actually creampied me..." She stared up at him, her tone carrying a faint, trembling edge of theatrical anger, though her flushed, blissed-out face completely gave away the ecstatic truth.