Chapter 209 - 210: Help Supervise

Chapter 209: Chapter 210: Help Supervise

"Uhh... what is actually happening in there?" the man called out, clearly unable to process the strange commotion.

"Eutt... eutt... Owen is just helping me shift the heavy barrels around, dear! Ah-ha... don’t worry about us," she stammered, raising her voice while quickly scrambling to yank the small wooden window shut. "Oh, and let me lock this shutter tight now—it’s terrible for the fermenting wine if they get exposed to direct sunlight!" Grizzle flashed a forced, breathless smile, slamming the window completely shut before her husband could utter another confused word.

"O-Okay, if you say s--"

Bang!

The heavy wooden shutter latched securely into place, cutting off the outside world.

"Ahn... you actually came inside me! You promised me on your word that you wouldn’t finish inside my body!" she scolded in a frantic whisper, hastily spreading her legs and pressing a hand to her slick entrance as thick, warm streams of semen began gushing out onto the floor.

"I’m really sorry about that slip-up, but think of it this way: what would happen if he noticed you covered in fresh cum? He’s standing right outside, he’d smell it on you in a second."

"Nghn... we almost got ourselves caught dead to rights..."

"At least I prevented us from getting busted completely, didn’t I? Heh, stop stressing so much over a little creampie. You should be thanking me instead."

"Ughn... there’s nothing we can do about it now... the milk is already spilled."

"Heh, you really are the best, Mrs. Grizzle. How about we keep going for a bit longer? I know for a fact your body is already craving more." Owen grabbed a firm handful of her plumps, rounded ass, giving it a gentle, teasing spank.

"Ughn... n-no more! What just happened was already way too suspicious, we can’t push our luck any further."

"Too damn bad. My cock is still rearing to go. So, what’s our game plan now?"

"Ngh... this is entirely your fault... you’ve gone and filled my womb right up..." She tried desperately to use her trembling fingers to scoop out the heavy load of cum, but it was completely futile; the sheer volume of his seed began overflowing and trickling down her thighs in a messy trail.

"Heh, will you ever forgive me?" Owen whispered huskily, stepping in close and pressing his chest against her back.

"Ugh... what else can I even do at this point? It’s not like we can magically turn back the clock." She stared down at his thick, still-throbbing length, which remained as stubbornly hard as ever. Nothing had changed—it was massive, imposing, and ready to conquer again.

’Ughn... I really ought to punish him for this. I can’t let this keep happening. It’s already crossing the line when I made a solemn promise to my husband.’

"How about I come back again tomorrow? I’ll personally help you out with all the heavy chores around the estate as a proper apology," Owen offered with a smooth grin.

"Uhh... hmm, I suppose you better do that..." Realizing there was no escaping the tangled mess she had made, she decided her only choice was to simply follow the turbulent current.

’Heh, you’ll cave in and beg for it by tomorrow anyway. Such a wonderfully hard-to-get MILF,’ Owen smirked to himself internally, feeling confident his strategy had completely won her over.

"I know exactly what you’re plotting in that dirty head of yours, but listen to me—no more raw sex, that is an absolute, non-negotiable big no. You’re only coming over to work as payment, not to—ahn..." Her stern, serious tone completely shattered the second Owen playfully landed another sharp spank against her rear.

"Message received loud and clear, ma’am. Don’t worry, I’m a man of my word... so how about we head outside together now? It’s getting pretty warm in this cellar, so let’s make our grand exit," Owen joked lightly, though everyone in the room knew the room’s temperature had nothing to do with the wine barrels.

"Ughn... a man of my word my ass... ahnn, ahn..."

"Hey, you literally just said my ass, so naturally I had to touch it. Don’t make that scandalized face at me, ma’am."

"Stop calling me ma’am... let’s just go out there right this instant. We can’t keep him waiting any longer than this..."

"So what’s the official plan, then? I’ll help you with the vineyard, and you’ll help me blow off some steam too, right? Just look at my cock, it’s definitely not satisfied yet."

"Ngnn... you really are as perpetually horny as a stray dog. I honestly don’t know what to do with a menace like you."

"That sounds like a massive, resounding yes to me. Heh, well then, thank you in advance for your cooperation."

"B-But... absolutely no more going raw next time. I’ll bring the rubber myself... so you better work extra hard to earn it." She flushed a deep, burning crimson, realizing with a jolt that all her strict rules and moral boundaries had already been shattered beyond repair.

’This... this is just for the sake of keeping our future secure and my dear husband happy... yes, not for my own wicked pleasure... so everything will be fine. Besides... it’s a completely safe secret shared only between the two of us. He’ll never discover a single thing... unless maybe in eight months... ahh, what on earth am I even thinking right now?!’ she frantically shook her head, brushing away the terrifying, absurd thoughts spiraling through her mind.

"Hoh! So how was the grand tour inside the cellar? I was actually quite surprised when the window suddenly slammed shut out of nowhere," the husband remarked as the two of them stepped back out into the bright afternoon sunlight.

"S-Sorry about that, dear... we just ran into a bit of a minor problem with one of the loose racks inside. But thankfully it’s nothing serious at all," she quickly replied, discreetly wiping the nervous beads of sweat from her forehead. She stood rigidly, acting as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred, while simultaneously pressing her thighs tightly together—terrified that any sudden movement would cause Owen’s leftover cum to spill out onto the dirt.

"Yes, Uncle, we finally got everything sorted out. And I thoroughly enjoyed every single... ahem, I mean it was a bit tight in there, but at least I came—uh, I mean, came out safely!" Owen caught himself just in time, earning a sharp, warning pinch on his waist from Grizzle. He really needed to learn to dial back his reckless teasing before it blew up in their faces.

"Haha, well, then that’s fantastic news, Carl! I’m genuinely glad you enjoyed the tour, otherwise I would’ve felt terrible for putting in so much extra effort." The husband laughed heartily, completely oblivious, assuming worrying too much would only ruin his afternoon health.

"Hmm, yes, Uncle. In fact, seeing how much hard work goes into this place, I’ve decided I want to pitch in and help out starting tomorrow. Is it possible for me to work here regularly, maybe dedicating an extra hour or two to help with the heavy chores?"

"Ohh! Are you sure you won’t be putting too much on your plate? I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I certainly don’t want to burden a young guest."

"Haha, well, it’s really no trouble at all. As long as Auntie Grizzle is around to keep me company and help supervise, I don’t mind coming by for an extra shift," Owen said smoothly, keeping the most scandalous part of his reasoning strictly to himself while applying subtle pressure against her hip to prompt her input.

"Ughn... yes, dear... it might actually be incredibly helpful for us if we have Owen around to lend a hand with the heavy lifting. He’s offering to do it of his own free will, after all."

"Uhh... well, that sounds wonderful, but we still have to be careful with our budget, especially since we’re saving every extra penny for our future baby..."