Enter the bathroom

You stand in the doorframe and search with your eyes for the woman who ran away in the dark landscape. Her close to pitch-black skin perfectly camouflages her in the night, with the only thing visible being the white lingerie she's wearing.

Her long, lean legs and slender frame make her swift as she runs. You consider yelling after her, but you realize she left her purse in the cabin, containing all her money and her cellphone. There's no way she wouldn't come back for it.

You deem her too quick to catch up to, as she passes right by your car, which is parked yards away from the cabin. Even the white garb she's wearing blends into the darkness. You close the door and step back into the warmth.

You don't get a chance to catch your breath before your attention is drawn to a faint schlick sound coming from the slightly ajar bathroom door. As you walk up to it, you see a low, warm, and uneven flickering light coming from the gap. As you get closer, you can barely make out faint murmurings beside the loud and constant squelching sound.

Peering into the crack in the door, you realize the low flickering light comes from various lit candles carefully placed all over the small refurbished bathroom. The candles frame the bathtub and the person inside with light.

Even you had trouble fitting in the small bathtub, and the large hairy apeman sitting in it seems to have an even harder time. Only his hips, a small section of his thighs, and his lower back are submerged in the foam-topped water, with the rest of his body **** to find space outside the crowded bath. His feet are firmly planted on the floor, and most of his back rests against the wall, making it actually not look so uncomfortable.

His crotch is one of the only things completely submerged, but that doesn't stop his large erection from sticking up out of the water like a lighthouse, and his two large testicles bob around in the moving bathwater like buoys in a storm.

Lying on her side, square on his broad chest, is your wife, resting her raven-haired head on his muscular padded shoulder. She lazily massages the apeman's large, fist-sized cockhead with her heavily pedicured feet while lifting one of her breasts with her dainty, pedicured hand, her finger and toenails painted the same pitch black. She feeds her breast to the oversized halfman and voices various encouragements like "good boy," "I'm yours...," and "ravage me!"

As you try to catch more of what she's saying, you accidentally touch the door, causing its rusty hinges to swing open half an inch, making enough noise to be heard in every room of the cabin. Quickly moving away from the door, out of possible eyesight, the quiet murmurings stop, and the loud schlicking noise ceases. You frantically decide what to do next.