It's complicated.

"Let me answer that question with a question" you say after thinking for way too long for an answer.

"How can i stop them? I can't call the cops and tell them she is getting **** because she clearly isn't, I cant call animal control because whatever he is definetly isn't an animal and i myself can't pry him off her or i risk getting my throat ripped out!" you say clearly frustrated at the situation, the girl just looks at you guiltily

"Yeah... sorry.. but... i know exactly how to cheer you up." The girl says as she embraces you tightly, landing a flurry of kisses on your unresponsive lips.

"Yeah..." you say in a defeated tone, trying to get in the mood as you slowly kiss her back passively.

"Come on, im freezing my ass off out here, we can have a lot more fun inside with a bed. But just make sure that ape thing doesn't try to stick his dick in me..." She says as her face switches from seductive to serious between the two sentences.

"Oh, right! Dont worry! That thing is way too occupied with my wife to pay attention to anyone else. Lets go inside, i can think of a lot of ways to heat things up..." you say as you get more and more into the right mindset.

You and the prost walk somewhat briskly towards the cabin but you sometimes slow down to kiss and fondle eachother before being hurried by a strong gust of wind. As you step onto the porch you spot your wifes pile of clothes laying in a dried puddle of cum and deeming yourself a bigger man, you pick up the soiled clothes and take them inside with you so they won't be blown away by the freezing wind.

When you get inside, you dump the crusty pile onto the floor and turn your focus onto the prost.

"Are those... your wifes clothes? They are absolutely covered in jizz!" The prost says eyeing the pile of clothes with an expression you have never seen before.

"I guess its just natural for him to cum that much, i mean have you seen his balls? I only got a quick peek in the bathroom but each one was like two of my fists put together." she continues as she crouches down next to the pile and with a amazed look on her face as she carfully pinches an unsoiled part of your wifes miniskirt and lifts it up.

"Uh... y-yeah they are huge... how about i pour up some wine for us?" You say awkwardly trying to take the girls interest off the ruined clothing.

"Yes please!" She says as she turns her head from the pile to give you a thankful smile, but almost immediately she turns her attention back to it. A little bit annoyed you walk over to the kitchen and climb down into the wine cellar and take out the cheapest bottle of wine you have and climb up. You take two wine glasses out of a cupboard and fill the glasses to the brim with the cheap swill.

You carefully walk over to the living room but what you see disgusts you so much you almost drop both glasses. The prosts curiosity in your wifes soiled clothing had obviously turned into a obsession as you watch her hold your wifes cumsoaked blouse to her face, while furiously masturbating.

"What are you doing!? T-that's... that's disgusting!" you angrily call out as you gently but firmly slam the overfilled wine glasses on the kitchen island, spilling an abundant amount.

Panicking the girl quickly stands up while trying to fix her disheveled dress and hair awkwardly as she apologizes to you while looking at the floor shamefully. "S-sorry! sorry... i don't know why, but it just smells... so... good?" she says as her eyes seem to fixate on the pure white blouse splattered with offwhite patches of dried cum in her hand. Her blush grows a deeper shade of red as she keeps staring at the article of clothing without a word as if she was deep in thought or straining not to jam the blouse against her face and futher explore the scent of the sasquatches deposit still lingering in the fabric.

"Hello!? Do you want some wine or not?" You say feeling equally disturbed, fascinated and annoyed as you walk up to her and softly remove your wifes blouse from her almost comatose grip on it.

As soon as it leaves her hand she harkles and responds. "Y-yeah... I love wine!" she says as she goes out of her trance, fully turning her field of view away from the pile lying on the floor as she steps over to you. You hand her the now more reasonably filled glass of wine and tell her to have a seat on the living room couch.

"Oh and wait here, im just going to take care of this." you say as you walk over and throw your wifes blouse on the pile of clothes before lifting it entirely in your arms and walking away with it to the washroom. As you get closer and closer to the washroom you find yourself spotting puddles of water on the hardwood floor in front of you, you curse your sloppy wife before you acidentally step in one of the larger puddles.

You instantly shudder as the liquid doesn't seep into your sock but instead squishes under your foot, you almost wretch as you slowly lift your foot to see what you stepped in. You curse the giant ape and his oversized genitals under breath when you realise you have stepped in a puddle of precum and without debating how its even possible for him to be able to produce that amount, you quickly limp into the washing room.

Now taking even more care not to step in one of the puddles, you carefully avoid putting any weight on your right foot or else you suspect you might just throw up from the sensation of precum squishing between your toes. When open the door to the washroom, you realise why most of the other cabin had been unspoiled by their escapades.

For some reason your wife and maybe the sasquatch had thought it was a good idea to use the washroom as a designated sex area, as evidenced by the smell of sex hitting you like a brick wall as soon as you step over the doors threshold. The washrooms bright blinding fluorescent lights do a great job of showing how used the room had been. Lying in a pile on the floor were a bunch of you and your wifes clothing, combined indiscrimanetly for use as a makeshift bed and what had been previously washed clothes ready to wear, had now been ruined with what appeared to be various body fluids. Also, on the tops of both the washing machine and the tumbler were large puddles of various liquids of varying viscosity.

Now fighting the urge vomit even harder, you quickly throw the clothes in your arms on to the makeshift bed and begin to carefully peel of the precum smeared sock of your foot with two pinched fingers. When you succesfully get the contaminated sock off your foot, you grab a towel and wipe what had soaked through the sock onto your foot off.

You take a fresh new pair of socks neither wet or crusty from the tumbler and walk back to the living room, now more vigilant than ever. You expertly avoid the puddles as you quickly make your way back to the couch where the Prost is idly sipping her wine.

As you sit down next to her you are just about to open your mouth before the bathroom door creaks open and your wife steps out, clothed in nothing except a towel wrapped around her damp hair, with the Sasquatch in tow.

Apparently him and your wife’s unrestrained sexcapades during the day had seemingly tired the sasquatch out. You would have thought his cock would look less impressive flaccid but in its flaccid state it is still so big it hang almost to his knees, the only reason it doesn’t is because his huge taut ballsack is in the way.

As your wife slowly leads him through the door frame by the hand before they realize, you and the Prost is sitting right there. They both have differing reactions, your wife tenses and stares daggers at you as she tries leading the Sasquatch hurriedly out of the room and the Sasquatch eyes fixate on the half naked Prost and he stops in his tracks no matter how your wife tries to pull on his arm. At first the Sasquatch just seemingly stands there staring at the Prost’s face and exposed flesh but you and your wife are quickly horrified when you realize that the Sasquatch’s used and abused genitals start to stir.

All three of you watch as pulse after pulse of blood fills that oversized battering ram to rock hardness as it starts dribbling out precum out onto the floor. As it grows harder and harder the loose foreskin gathered around its cockhead grows taut before it starts to recede from the precum basted fist sized ball at the end of his cock, exposing it for all to see. The thumb thick veins visible all around his cock seemingly thrum with life. Even his balls start moving around in their sack as he sniffs the air in earnest.

Though the Prost seems just as transfixed on the Sasquatch’s large genitals as he is with her, you and your wife panic as the Sasquatch starts walking toward the couch you are sitting on.