MILF VILLAGE: Taming MILF'S WIth My Broken System!

Chapter 149: Chapter 148: Dog Watching

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"Are you familiar with this scent at all, Jack? I swear I recognize this smell, but it feels so strange and out of place in here," the uncle muttered aloud, taking a deep breath of the air. He had already caught the thick, sweet scent lingering in the barn, though he couldn’t quite place its origin.

"Arf! Arf!"

"Hmm, yeah, yeah. I know that nose of yours never fails me. But what on earth is this familiar smell? And look at the sheer amount of wetness... it even splashed straight against the lower wooden wall." He reached out a callous finger, lightly dabbing the fluid from the wood.

"It’s thick and sticky, too... what an utterly bizarre thing to find in a dry barn."

"Arf! Arf!"

"Yeah, yeah, go track down where the smell is coming from, Jack. Maybe you can sniff out a clue." The man stood up, dusting off his knees. Even if he wanted to hunt down whatever intruder had made such a mess, his primary focus for the morning was simply retrieving his equipment.

The man turned his boots and began walking straight toward the far timber stack.

Shit! Fuck this... don’t you dare look around this corner! Owen cursed furiously under his breath as he watched the shadow of his uncle approach the exact pile of timber where he and Morenne were wedged together.

The man was standing merely a few inches away on the other side of the partition—the only saving grace keeping them concealed was the thick stack of cured wood!

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

Fuck it! I am literally going to fuck your wife into submission right here, just inches away from your clueless face. I don’t give a single damn anymore! Owen’s heart pounded like a war drum against Morenne’s back, his entire body flooded with pure, unadulterated adrenaline.

"Ahn... ahn... ppfft... ppftt...!" Morenne latched her lips onto Owen’s broad, bare chest, biting down hard on his skin to stifle the explosive moans that threatened to ruin their secret.

Truthfully... she didn’t even mind the twisted idea of getting fucked raw by Owen right in front of her oblivious husband, but displaying such shameless vulnerability so suddenly she felt a bit too vulgar for her current stage.

Maybe that kind of public show could happen somewhere down the road in the future, but certainly not today.

"Well, thankfully, all my main hand tools are right where I left them. What a bizarre occurrence, though... why didn’t Jack seem bothered by any of this?" The uncle mumbled to himself, picking up his rusted iron implements one by one from the side rack.

Meanwhile, Jack the farm dog put his nose to the dirt floor, sniffing heavily along the damp trail until he worked his way straight around the wooden partition! The layout required walking around the corner to reach the tucked-away nook where Owen and Morenne were hiding.

Holy hell...

Jack trotted right into the narrow space, stopping dead in his tracks and tilting his head in pure canine confusion as he watched his mistress getting relentlessly plowed by another man.

"Shh... don’t make a single sound, Jack... ahn... ahnn... sit down good boy," Morenne whispered through her teeth, instantly regaining a sliver of her composure to issue a low, authoritative command to her loyal house dog.

Damn, thank God she trained this dog properly! I love you, Jack! Owen grinned wildly, not slowing his heavy pace for even a fraction of a second. Jack sat down obediently on the dirt, resting his front paws neatly while panting silently with his tongue hanging out.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Nghn... ahn, ahnn... I’m about to squirt again, daddy... ahh...!"

"Hold it in for a second! Don’t make any loud or strange sounds, my sweet daughter. Your dog is watching us right now, so control your pussy!" Owen whispered back sharply, his lips brushing her hot neck. The heavy silence inside the barn made subtle communication extremely delicate.

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"Hmm? Did I just hear a soft voice coming from behind the timber?" The uncle paused mid-reach, his curiosity finally shifting away from the wet spot on the floor toward the strange noises echoing from the back.

"Jack! Where did you run off to, boy? I swear I just heard a voice coming from over there!"

Damn it... your dog is standing here watching us in silence while I fuck your wife right in front of you, Uncle!

"Nghn... ahhn... Jack, go back... ahn!" Morenne squirmed in desperation. She was teetering right on the terrifying edge of a violent squirt, and now was definitely not the time for a sudden cliffhanger... well, Owen certainly didn’t need any weird interruption either, or else something important might end up hanging out, or worse, falling off!

"Arf! Arf!"

FUCK! You don’t have to bark right now, my good dog! Owen cursed frantically in his head, holding his breath as he froze his hips mid-thrust.

"Ohh, there you are, Jack! Come over here, boy. I swear I heard some strange sounds coming from over in this corner," his uncle’s voice echoed, his boots crunching on the dirt floor as he stepped closer.

"Arf! Arf!"

Jack stood his ground behind the wooden stack, his tail wagging happily. Of course, he had already located both the sound and the dripping wetness—the loyal canine was getting a front-row seat to a live plowing right in front of his snout.

"Did you find something over on that side, boy? I think I’ll come take a look over there too," the man muttered, tossing his last hand tool into his wooden equipment box.

"Nghn... go back right now, Jack... ahnn, that’s an order!" Morenne whimpered in a breathless whisper. Just a few more deep thrusts and her entire body would burst into an uncontrollable fountain of juices.

"I’m coming over now, Jack. Just hold on and show me what you found out there."

"Nghn... ahh, go away now, Jack... I will give you double the food every single day for a whole week... ahn... ahn..." Morenne bargained, her eyes pleading with her family dog.

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