Afternoon light filters through thin curtains in our rural gîte. Wife tied spread-eagle on the iron bedframe. Belts bite her wrists, ankles. She writhes, pussy dripping, begging. ‘Fuck me deep, please.’ I dash to kitchen. Fridge hums. Grab four fat cucumbers from the host’s gift. Door creaks open behind me.
Back in room, her eyes devour the green cocks. Body spasms. Then—shadow at window. Our host, the burly farmer. Peering in, grinning at her naked slut form. Gravel crunches faint under his boots. I slide door wide. No words needed. ‘Perfect timing,’ I mutter. He steps in, eyes locked on her gaping holes. Air thickens with her musk.
The Contact
She spots him. ‘Show me your cock,’ she gasps. Zipper rasps down. His work coat drops. Thick, hairy body. Veiny dick springs from bush, hard as rock. He sits opposite me. Callused hand claims her arched belly. Cucumbers between her thighs. I stroke inner flesh, soft. He picks one, teases her slick lips. She bucks. ‘Shove it in!’
Tip nudges. Juices coat it. Two inches sink easy. She moans low, muffled by walls thin as paper. Cows low distant in fields. He twists slow, nipple pinched hard. Breast bounces. Cucumber halves her pussy, lips stretch obscene. Pulls out, licks her cream off. ‘Ass next?’ I whisper. He nods, smirks.
Untie ankles. Flip her hips up, knees to chest. Veggie lubed in cunt juice. Press to pucker. She hisses, ‘Yes, do it.’ Ring yields. Inch by inch. We suck tits, her breaths ragged. Hole gapes widest ever. Second cuke rams pussy. Double stuffed. She thrashes, free hands grab his meat.
He pumps veggies alternate. Wet squelches echo soft. Her wails choke back—fear of yard ears? Climbs over, she inhales his cock to balls. ‘Fucking fury,’ he growls. I watch, stroking. ‘Invite friends, she’ll take ’em.’ She slurps greedy.
The Indiscretion
‘To the stable,’ he grunts. Yanks her arm. We bolt naked across courtyard. Gravel bites feet. Moonlight spills. Barn door groans. Horses snort inside. Risky—any neighbor truck headlights? He shoves her to manger. Chain rattles, loops her neck like beast. Fingers ream ass rough. ‘Filthy slut.’ She arches, ‘Harder.’
His thumb joins, stretches. Cockhead butts hole. One thrust—buried. She yelps, chain clinks. Tits swing wild. He mauls them. ‘Your turn.’ I swap, slam anus brutal. She gags on his dick, drool strings. Switch holes, spitroast endless. Her orgasms quake silent screams.
I burst in ass. He floods crack, bellows low. Slaps cheeks red. ‘Good week ahead, bitch.’ Zips up, vanishes into night. Chain drops heavy. We sneak back, hearts thunder. Door clicks shut. Bed creaks under exhausted flesh.
Darkness later. Her whisper: ‘Loved being his animal. Came so hard.’ Secret sealed. Farm sleeps. Our filth burns hot.