Chapter 213 - 214: Deep Creampie

Chapter 213: Chapter 214: Deep Creampie

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Ah... aah... ahhh... yes, a good chef has to stay silent... ahnn, fuck me harder, Wen... ahnn, it feels so damn good." She gripped the wooden ladle tightly, aggressively stirring the bubbling soup on the stove to drown out her heavy breathing.

"You really do love making a hot meal for your husband, Auntie. Just look at him... he’s just sitting out there taking his sweet time," Owen whispered directly against her ear, keeping his voice low so as not to broadcast that he was actively plowing Morenne right in the kitchen.

"Ahh... ahnn... yes, I truly love cooking for him... but I love getting fucked hard by you even more..."

"Shh, keep your voice down. He might actually hear your loud, shameless moans." Owen roughly cupped and squeezed her heavy ass, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh.

’She’s getting so tight—the adrenaline rush of getting railed from behind right under her husband’s nose is really something else,’ Owen thought with a wicked grin. Reaching over, he grabbed a clean wooden cooking ladle from the counter, licked his lips, and spat a thick glob of saliva to thoroughly coat the wooden handle. Without a second thought, he pushed it straight against her wet sphincter.

Thrust! 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ

"Don’t you just love this little extra touch, Auntie? Go on... tell me honestly." Owen shoved the handle a fraction deeper, and to his delight, her asshole willingly relaxed and accepted the foreign object.

"Ngn... ahn... ahnn... what on earth are you doing...? Stop teasing my poor butthole like that... ahhn..." She craned her neck to look behind her, her eyes widening as she caught sight of the glistening, saliva-slicked handle buried between her cheeks.

"This is pure culinary art, Auntie—you should at least try to appreciate the craftsmanship."

"Ahn... ahn... ahn... what are you even saying... that is such a weird thing to call this..." She whimpered, feeling the smooth, oily handle sliding back and forth inside her rear.

"Just focus on your kitchen duties and stir that dish faster, will you?" Owen relentlessly hammered his dick into her pussy, refusing to slow down now that he was mere inches away from his peak.

"Ahh...! Ahnn! Ahnn! Stop twisting it around like that... my butthole feels so bizarre..." she puffed, realizing with a gasp that Owen was now slowly rotating the ladle in circles.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"I honestly can’t help myself... your body is practically screaming for a proper pounding. Hey... look out the window. Uncle is turning around to look at you." Owen stood tucked safely behind her back, keeping his rhythm steady.

"Honey? Are you feeling unwell or something? Why are you making such an intense face over there?" The man called out from the porch, suddenly curious as he noticed her eyes rolling backward and her skin glistening with a heavy coat of sweat.

"Ah... ahn... n-nothing at all, honey! It’s just... it gets really hot standing over the stove like this... ahn... ahn... don’t worry about me, just try to relax outside." She frantically covered her mouth with one hand while lowering her head to furiously stir the soup.

"Hmm? Wait, is Owen not around to help?"

"I’m right here, Uncle! I’m helping Auntie prep everything in the back. She said I need to pick up the pace so we can finish the dishes on time," Owen called out smoothly, playing the part of the dutiful helper while his hips continued to pound away inside her pussy.

"Ahh, let me know if it’s too much heavy lifting for you, son. I can always step in and take over." The husband smiled warmly, completely melted by the heartwarming scene of his young nephew diligently assisting his wife in the kitchen.

It looked so sweet, right? A young man and a devoted aunt working together while he took a well-deserved rest. He considered Owen a truly considerate nephew... which made the secret betrayal all the more thrilling.

Well, at least that was what the husband assumed. In reality, Owen was raw-dogging his wife behind his back without him having the slightest clue.

"No worries at all, Uncle! This is an easy task for me. Just take a deep breath and stay right where you are—I’ve got everything completely under control for your sake." Owen playfully pulled the ladle out of her rear and used the flat wooden head to deliver a sharp spank against her bare, red cheek.

Spank! Spank! Spank!

’Now that creates some gorgeous music... hehe, the acoustic sound of flesh meeting wood is just perfection,’ Owen thought, thoroughly satisfied as every slap echoed softly through the quiet room.

"Ngnn... ahn... yes, dear... ahn... don’t worry, Owen is doing a fantastic job helping me here... hehe, it’s honestly getting so overwhelming I feel like I’m about to... ahb, I mean, come outside for some fresh air!"

"Ohh, it’s such a blessing to have you around, Wen. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought a young man could be so reliable without any complaints." The man chuckled, completely ignoring her flushed cheeks and heavy panting, assuming it was all just the standard side effect of standing over a hot stove.

"I can come over here and help out every single day, Uncle, so don’t you worry about a thing."

’Your wife’s pussy is more than enough payment for a lifetime... argh, her walls are literally milking my cock dry.’ Owen hoisted one of her thighs a little higher, leaning in to get a better, closer view of the messy, foaming junction where they were joined.

"Ahh... ahn... ehehe... yes, dear. I certainly wouldn’t mind if Owen came by... every single day. I just love having dear little Wen around to keep me company," she purred, throwing caution entirely to the wind.

"Haha, well, if my lovely wife insists, then I certainly don’t mind either. As long as Owen is fine with making the trip," the husband laughed heartily, giving a casual thumbs-up from the porch, entirely unbothered.

"Hehe, then it’s settled. I’ll make visiting you folks a daily routine," Owen grinned, sliding his thumb down to firmly rub against her swollen clit.

"Ahn... ahn... Wen... I’m about to cum... ahn, I honestly can’t control myself anymore... I need to let all my juices out right now!" she begged, her voice cracking as she chased the explosive peak.

"Let’s cum together then, Auntie! I’m going to give you a deep creampie right here and now... right in front of your clueless husband..."

"Ahn... ahn... yes, please, fill my perverted pussy with your seed... ahn... ahn... I’m cumming!" She threw her head back and let out a loud, unrestrained cry of ecstasy, completely abandoning any remaining shred of self-control.

Spurtt! Spurtt! Spurtt!

Squirt!! Squirt!! Squirt!!