Gaze-Raped Wife (1)
“What the hell is wrong with this thing?”
The cock that had been swelling at the thought of the neighbor’s stare went soft in a hurry. The piece-of-shit car we were driving toward our special date destination was doing everything it could to wreck the plan.
“Honey? What’s going on? Is something wrong?”
My wife looked over from the passenger seat, worry soft on her face. She looked especially pure today, so pure that for a second I wanted to drop the seat flat and bury my tongue between her legs right there.
The filthy impulse rose and died just as fast. The car was shuddering, roaring like it might explode at any second, and I couldn’t keep my mind on her.
I hit the hazards and pulled onto the shoulder.
“Why now? The car just stopped listening all of a sudden.”
Strange noises had been coming from under the hood for a while. I’d written them off—ten years on the same car will do that—but I never thought it would screw us like this.
“Hmm… what do we do?”
Of all days. Fuck. Of course it had to act up today.
I swallowed the curse that wanted out. I’d finally talked her into this special date, and this rolling piece of junk was standing in the way.
“Hey… don’t worry. I don’t think it’s anything major. I’ll call the insurance company.”
I soothed her and dialed. After I roughly described where we were, they told us to wait thirty minutes.
“Okay. We just sit tight here.”
“Mm… all right.”
“Sorry. Of all days for it to throw a fit.”
“It’s not your fault, Oppa.”
She smiled like it was nothing. Looking at her sitting so demurely in the passenger seat, something hot and hungry poured through me.
“You know… you look really sexy today.”
I let the mood turn deliberately dirty and slid my hand between her smooth thighs. Soft skin filled my palm.
“Honey… what if someone sees?”
“On a road like this? Who’s going to look?”
It was still broad daylight, but no one was paying attention to our car. Traffic whipped past at speed. Unless someone deliberately stopped and peered inside, we were in a safe zone.
“Just stay still.”
“Hngh… honey…”
A coquettish little moan slipped out of her. For a second I saw the neighbor’s eyes again—the way he’d stared at my wife’s breasts before we left for the date.
That gaze sliding into the slight gap of her dress, stealing a look at the soft swell of her tits. Had he known she wasn’t wearing panties?
I pictured his hand sliding up under the dress that had ridden over her thighs. My own hand pushed deeper between those full, tempting legs.
“Haa… honey… don’t…”
Sweet breath spilled from her lips. She’d even put on a light perfume; her whole body felt sexier than usual today.
Fuck, seriously…
Once upon a time I would have laid her down right here, flipped her skirt up, and driven my rock-hard cock straight into her cunt. Now I was only hard in my head. My cock didn’t so much as twitch. All I could do was stare helplessly at her white face flushing red under my touch.
My hand climbed higher along her inner thigh. Where something should have been, she was bare today. That fact alone was driving me wilder.
“Hngh…!”
My fingertips brushed the coarse hair of her pubes and she gave a little shiver. Then my left hand began to graze her pussy.
“Hnnph…!”
She clapped a hand over her mouth, fighting the moan that wanted out. As my fingers drew closer to her cunt, I thought I could feel something hot radiating from her.
“Ah… you’re so dirty today, you know that?”
I whispered it low against her ear. Nothing got me going like the sight of the wife I loved burning red like this.
“Hnn… stop… stop it, honey.”
She shook her head, barely containing the sounds with one hand. I started stroking her pussy slowly with my fingers. Her cunt was still tightly closed; I parted the lips and set a fingertip lightly against her.
“Hnnph…!”
Something wet and sticky clung to the tip of my finger. The moment I touched the entrance of her pussy, her legs began to ease open.
“Haa… honey…”
“Hoo… getting turned on?”
“Ahnn… I don’t know…”
She closed her eyes now, giving herself completely to the fingers violating her. I could feel her clit standing out under my fingertip.
“Hnnph…!”
My hand began to stroke her cunt up and down. My beloved wife’s mouth fell slightly open, and sweet breath poured out of it.
“Haa… honey… you said the insurance people were coming…”
“Hoo… it’s fine. We’ve still got a while.”
I leaned across toward her—shy, legs spread in the passenger seat. One hand kneaded her breast while the other pushed deeper into her pussy, working her thoroughly.
“Hnnph…! Stop… I’m going to get too turned on…”
“Hoo…”
Her ass began to tremble under my fingers. Thin, clear juices were already spilling from the mouth of her cunt.
I stretched one finger and started circling her clit in earnest. Soft folds of her pussy slid under my fingertip, making a lewd little friction sound.
“Haa… hnnph…!”
Her breathing was heating the air inside the car. Her dress had ridden high—almost to her waist. Anyone looking in from outside would have seen her pussy clear as day.
“Hnnph… hngh…!”
My finger sank deep into her cunt. Thick juices clung to it, and her walls clenched hard around the thick digit.
The hand she’d been using to grip my wrist started to go slack. After a few strokes in and out of her pussy, her head tipped back.
“Ahhk…! Stop… stop it, honey. It feels weird…”
She couldn’t control the heat flooding her body. Under the merciless motion of my fingertips, her legs had fallen completely open.
“Hoo… dirty. Were you always this dirty, baby?”
The sight of her gushing hot juices in broad daylight on a highway felt completely foreign to me.
She’d always been so demure with me. Outside the bedroom, I never would have imagined her legs opening this easily. In my mind she had always been the picture of a chaste, refined woman.
“Hnnph…!”
I started thrusting the finger buried in her cunt harder, faster. Her juices were already thick and sticky all over it.
“Hngh… hnn…!”
She threw her head back and poured out hot breath. I fucked her pussy with my finger and pretended it was my cock, fully hard and driving into her.
No. The thing pounding into her wasn’t mine. I was picturing the neighbor’s cock—the man who’d been staring at my wife’s tits earlier.
The bulge that had risen in his pants at the sight of her lewd body. The image of my wife pinned under a man who looked like a Yeouido securities broker.
My wife with her legs spread wide, moaning under some intelligent-looking stranger. A strange, tingling jolt ran through my prostate.
Is it actually getting hard…?
“Haa… hnn…!”
This was the same charge I’d felt watching Managing Director Choi’s secret meetings with my wife. The moment I imagined her moaning under another man, my cock began to respond.
Knock knock!
That was when it happened. My finger froze inside her cunt. Eyes closed, head thrown back, still feeling the stimulation in her pussy, my wife’s body gave a sharp little shudder.
“Oh my god!”
The wife I loved jerked in shock and yanked her hiked-up skirt back down.
“Fuck…”
A real curse tore out of my mouth. I whipped my head toward the window. A hand was resting on the glass.
Fuck. How did I miss that?
In the side mirror I saw a car parked behind us. The familiar logo of the insurance company was stamped right on the side.
“What do we do… what do we do, honey…!”
The wife who’d been panting hotly a second ago yanked her skirt down in a panic. Her face was already flushed scarlet.
“Pull it out, honey—hurry…!”
My finger was still buried in her cunt. Thick with her juices, it was jammed deep by the grip of her walls.
“Hoo…”
I slowly drew the finger out of her pussy. It gleamed with her wetness, catching the sunlight and flashing.
Knock knock!
The stranger knocked on our window again.
I carefully pressed the window button. A young man in an insurance company uniform was standing there.
The juices she’d spilled were still running down her thick thighs, soaking into the car seat.