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

Chapter 173: Chapter 172: Lower Your Voice

Owen spoke with the gentle, reassuring tone of a saint, his voice so soft and steady that Natalie’s heart thudded wildly against her ribs.

’What is this feeling?’ she wondered, her breath catching her throat. ’It feels so new, so overwhelming... Is this truly the divine salvation that all the women in the village have been desperately seeking?’

She considered herself incredibly unlucky for missing out on the intense pounding the other wives had received yesterday. It had been a stroke of terrible fortune for those who weren’t selected, but there was no helping it. Now, however, it was finally her turn. She was the third woman to receive his special blessing today, which wasn’t a bad position to be in at all.

"Squat down lower," Owen instructed softly, resting a warm hand on her shoulder and guiding her down. "It’s not good for your health to expose yourself out in the open like this."

"Yes, Savior..." she whispered submissively. She obeyed immediately, bending her knees and sinking into a deep, complete squat.

"Reach out and touch my cock," Owen commanded softly, taking both of his trembling hands and guiding them directly to his rock-hard shaft. "Feel the divine warmth flowing through them. It will guide your body toward complete healing."

"Ah! "What is this...?" Natalie gasped, her mouth falling open.

With the dark blindfold covering her eyes, her curiosity reached a fever pitch. Her mind raced to process the sheer scale of what her fingers were wrapping around. In her mind’s eye, she imagined herself gripping the thick, heavy trunk of an old oak tree—the kind used to anchor the grapevines down in the fields.

’Is this really a man’s cock?’ she screamed internally, her heart racing. ’How could anyone possibly be... this massive?’

Stroke... stroke...

Overcome with awe, Natalie began to slide her palms up and down the length, needing both of her hands just to encompass the overwhelming girth.

"This is precisely what you were searching for, my devotee," Owen murmured, brushing a few stray strands of hair away from her face as a soft afternoon breeze swept across the porch. "Don’t hesitate" Keep stroking my cock."

’Yes, stroke it just like that,’ Owen thought to himself, holding back a dark, triumphant laugh at the absurdity of the situation. ’Your hardworking husband is already on his way back to fetch another heavy batch of crates. I wonder what kind of face he would make if he knew his precious wife was down on her knees right now, vigorously stroking another man’s cock while he broke his spine lifting those weights.’

"Uncle! Are you holding up alright down there?" Owen suddenly called out, directing his voice over the railing. "Do you need me to come down and give you a hand?"

A short distance away, the older farmer wiped a thick coat of sweat from his forehead, his muscles straining under the heavy weight of his cargo. "Haha, don’t worry about me, young man!" he shouted back cheerfully. "I know what I’m doing, and I’m making great progress! It does a man good to push his body and stretch his muscles every once in a while!" Smiling broadly, he hoisted another heavy wooden box onto his shoulder and trudged along the path.

Natalie froze instantly. Her hands locked up around Owen’s shaft as a wave of sheer terror washed over her. Her heart hammered against her chest so violently it felt like it might burst right through her ribs.

"W-What...? Is that... is that my h-husband...?" she whimpered, her voice barely a breath.

"Keep up the good work, devotee," Owen said calmly, completely ignoring her panic as he patted her head. He kept his eyes locked on the moving figure down below. "That hard-working man is doing his job, so it’s only polite for me to chat with him."

"U-Umm... but Savior..."

"What is it?" Owen asked coolly. "Are you scared that the man down there is going to catch us?"

"U-Uh... that’s not what I meant, Savior..." trembling, Natalie slowly resumed stroking his cock. She tried to convince herself that she was simply hallucinating—that her guilty conscience was playing tricks on her and making her hear her husband’s voice because she knew she was committing a scandalous deed behind his back.

"Keep your voice down," Owen warned smoothly. "What if that man hears you?"

"Ah... am I really not imagining things?" Natalie felt like she was trapped on a terrifying rollercoaster ride, her heart beating well over a hundred and fifty beats per minute.

"No, you are not imagining anything," Owen whispered, leaning down closer and caressing her hair to give her the motivation she needed. "That man is working very hard right now."

’That’s right, don’t stop,’ Owen urged her silently. ’Your husband isn’t taking a break, so you shouldn’t either. You need to reward his hard work with your own hard work... even if your work is stroking and sucking my cock.’

Down below, the sound of heavy footsteps suddenly ceased. "Wen? Are you talking to someone up there?" the uncle called out, pausing in his tracks and looking up toward the raised porch.

"Oh! Are you almost finished unloading, Uncle?" Owen called back naturally, his voice smooth and entirely unbothered.

"Not quite! Maybe two or three more trips and I’ll be all done!"

"Oh, that’s great to hear," Owen replied casually. "Don’t mind me, Uncle! I’m just talking to myself up here while I take a little break to rest my body."

It was a blatant lie, uttered without a second thought, even as the man’s own blindfolded wife was actively stroking Owen’s erection right in front of him. Fortunately, the porch had a thick, solid wooden barrier instead of open railings, completely blocking the farmer’s line of sight and hiding the scandalous scene unfolding just feet above his head.

"Haha! That’s the spirit of growing into a real man!" the uncle laughed, beating his fist against his chest proudly before turning back toward the truck. "Life is full of wonderful surprises, Wen! Just remember to take a deep breath and enjoy it!"

"Yes, Uncle, life is definitely full of wonders," Owen murmured under his breath, adding internally, ’And one of those wonders is currently kneeling right in front of me, stroking my cock.’

Natalie’s breathing became ragged as the truth settled in. "W-What... it really is my husband..."

"Shh. Lower your voice, devotee," Owen scolded softly. "We almost got caught just now because of your carelessness."

"I-I’m so sorry, Savior..." Natalie whimpered, her hands trembling violently against his warmth. "But... but I know that man down there! I know him very well..." She desperately wanted to stop the session right then and there. It was pure, twisted bad luck that her husband had returned at this exact hour.

"Oh? Care to share some details with your Savior?" Owen asked, tilting his head.

"Umm... that man... he’s my husband," Natalie confessed, her cheeks burning beneath the blindfold. "I can’t... I really can’t be doing something like this while he’s standing right down there..."

"Why not?" Owen countered smoothly, his tone laced with divine authority. "Are you afraid we’ll be caught? Is that why you want me to halt your salvation, my devotee?"

"I-I didn’t say I wanted to stop..."

"Then what is the problem?" Owen asked, taking her wrist and gently pressing her hand tighter against his shaft. "Tell me, what is the difference between performing this act behind a wall hole inside, or doing it out here on the porch? You know in your heart that this is a sacred healing process, don’t you?"

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