My name is Danny. This is a story where I experienced my wife being used by another man, against both of our will. Well, as you would eventually read, this statement is not fully accurate for her part.
I married a petite young brunette named Aida. At 5’7 and 110 pounds, with long flowing brown hair, busty 36c boobs and a size 34 ass, I believe I acquired myself an asset. Aida’s a soft country girl, being soft and demure, with such a sweet smile which have melted plenty of hearts, including mine.
The story begins when I took her for a weekend getaway, to escape the hustle and bustle of the big city we live in. We travelled to a small, quiet village, renting a cozy little antique house to settle in for a few days.
This little village is well known for its natural landscape. Civilization was intentionally developed at a very minimum level, where the most technologically advanced gadget you may find is only a colour television, and the few cars used by villagers and tourists alike.
The villagers themselves were a quiet bunch, and their favourite pastimes were either fishing in the lakes or chilling by an ancient small coffee shop.