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

Chapter 172: Chapter 171: Outdoor

"What a nice day. A beautiful MILF who will clean your cock willingly using her mouth... man, what a good life," Owen muttered to himself, stretching his body lazily as he stepped out into the open air. He took the opportunity to stand under the warm sun, letting his bare skin bask in its brilliant glory.

"Ohh, Wen! What are you doing out here?" a deep, familiar voice called out from the dirt path.

Owen looked over the wooden wall. It was his uncle—the local grape farmer who lived on the edge of the village, right near the old tree house.

"Uncle! Good to see you," Owen replied smoothly, flashing a friendly smile.

"Hmm, hmm. Good to see you too, lad." The older man wiped sweat from his brow, took a heavy breath, and set a large wooden crate down onto the dusty ground.

"Well, I’m out here handling some errands, Uncle. Plus, I just wanted to step outside and freshen up after a long, hard job," Owen said, leaning casually against the worn wooden railing of the simple stilt house.

Behind him, inside the quiet interior, was the very room where a fierce battle had just taken place. Most of the men in the village were currently wandering around completely clueless, entirely unaware that their spouses were getting fucked hard indoors.

"Oh, that’s good to hear. Did Granny ask you to deliver stuff out here, too? Maybe some snacks or a jug of water?" The uncle stretched his back, bending backward with both hands resting heavily on his waist.

Crunch, crunch...

The gravel crunched beneath Owen’s boots as he shifted his weight, flexing his biceps subtly while playing the part of the helpful, simple nephew. "Yes, Uncle. Granny asked me for a favor, so I didn’t hesitate to jump in and help out."

’I guess I need to call your wife next,’ Owen thought to himself, a wicked grin threatening to break across his face as he plotted his next move. ’This is going to turn into such a magnificent scene. I’m going to fuck your wife right out here in the open, and you won’t even realize it.’

"Ahh, that’s a good stretch," his uncle chuckled, completely oblivious. "I’m going to start unloading these goods first, Wen" Once I’m done, I’ll come back over so we can have a proper chat... here, you know, talk about men’s stuff."

The uncle glanced toward the center of the village, his mind drifting toward the upcoming local festival. He had always dreamed of discovering what really went on during the mysterious event. It was a grand gathering of all the women in the village, and to any man, the thought of seeing every single local beauty gathered in one place was pure gold.

"That sounds perfect, Uncle," Owen agreed smoothly. He turned his gaze toward the simple flatbed truck parked nearby, its back loaded to the brim with heavy wooden crates.

’Perfect indeed,’ Owen added in his mind. ’While you’re breaking your back lifting those heavy boxes... here.’ Owen shifted his stance, his pulse quickening with anticipation. It was time to make his move.

Inside the stilt house, the old woman turned to the voluptuous beauty waiting in the hallway.

"Natalie, it’s your turn now," the grandmother instructed calmly. "The Savior said you need to wear a blindfold before going outside onto the porch."

"Umm... why is that, Granny?" Natalie asked, tilting her head in confusion at the sudden change in routine. "I thought I was supposed to wait by the wall hole like the others?"

"You’ll see when you get out there. I don’t have the privilege of knowing all the details," the old woman replied briskly, not bothering to push the matter any further. "If you don’t want to do it, just say the word. There are plenty of other eager wives waiting their turn."

"No, no! I’m incredibly thankful, Granny!" Natalie blurted out quickly, waving her hands in protest. "I’m going right now! I’ve been waiting for this moment forever, and it’s finally my turn to experience that heavenly feeling!"

She felt a slight pang of disappointment knowing she wouldn’t get to see the majestic cock in the flesh because of the blindfold, but she quickly dismissed the thought.

"That’s more like it," the grandmother nodded approvingly. "You can choose to put your clothes back on or leave them off. But if you ask me, I’d recommend just wrapping a towel around yourself for quick access."

"Yes, I’ll do just that! Thank you for the advice, Grandma." Natalie hastily grabbed a plush bath towel from the corner rack. She wrapped it snugly around her chest, though her busty, amorous breasts were so massive they practically spilled over the top, jiggling heavily with her every movement.

"Hat... here, let me help you. You’re taking forever," the old woman sighed, nearly facepalming as she watched the grown woman act like an excited, impatient child.

"Thank you again, Grandma!"

"Don’t thank me yet. Just remember to hold your voice down out there. Keep your moans quiet."

"Yes, yes, I know, Grandma! I know exactly what to do, here," Natalie giggled nervously. She closed her eyes obediently as the old woman tied a thick fabric blindfold securely around her head.

"Now, grab my hand. I’ll guide you out." Taking Natalie by the wrist, the old woman slowly led the blindfolded woman toward the porch, ushering her toward the special treatment Owen had prepared.

Outside on the sunlit porch, Owen was leaning casually against the railing, enjoying the warm breeze after exchanging pleasantries with his working uncle. When the wooden door creaked open, his eyes lit up.

"Heh, it took you long enough. I was starting to think you weren’t coming," Owen spoke up, his voice rich with satisfaction.

"Umm... Savior? Why are we outside?" Natalie asked hesitantly. She stood near the threshold, her hands nervously clutching the thin towel that barely restrained her overflowing tits.

"Oh, this is a special show, my sweet devotee," Owen replied smoothly, stepping closer to her. "How about you take a seat and kneel down comfortably right here?"

"Umm... yes. Please tell me what to do, Savior..." Natalie whimpered softly, her heart pounding in her chest as she lowered herself to her knees on the porch floor, completely blind to her surroundings.

"You don’t need to be worried at all," Owen whispered, leaning down beside her ear as he glanced out toward his uncle unloading boxes just a few yards away. "Just open wide, relax, and express your deepest inner feelings."

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