Gaze-Raped Wife (2)
Whirrr...
With trembling hands, I rolled down the window. The stifling heat that had filled the car seemed to spill out into the open air.
A man in an insurance company uniform stood waiting.
"Yes, this is Purumi Insurance. You said your car broke down?"
Something unreadable sat on his face; he couldn't quite meet my eyes. Beneath the brim of his cap his skin was deeply tanned, and he looked about my age.
"Yes. I'd like to file a breakdown report."
I answered as naturally as I could. My beloved wife clutched the fabric of her dress and turned her head to the right, avoiding his gaze.
Did he see?
My fingers still glistened with her juices, thick and clinging. Her pussy would still be wet from what it had been pouring out moments ago, soaking into her clothes and the seat.
"Could you step out for a moment?"
The insurance employee spoke politely, looking at us both. A faint tremor ran through his voice.
"Does my wife need to get out too?"
"No. She can stay in the car."
Leaving her behind left me faintly uneasy, but I had no choice. I climbed out. My beloved wife simply stared out the window, as if she knew nothing at all.
— Click.
The door shut. Outside, I hurriedly wiped the juices from my fingers onto my clothes. The thick, viscous fluid stuck to the fabric in sticky streaks.
If we'd just gone a little further, I could have finished her...
I remembered the moans bursting from between her red lips. The image of her pinned beneath the man next door, moaning for him, sent a faint stir through my cock.
Just the thought of her with another man was enough to make my dick respond.
The insurance employee was pressing and checking various parts of the car, trying to diagnose the problem. My wife sat demurely, watching him with quiet eyes.
Even standing still, the dress that barely covered her thighs made her figure look lewd. The white fabric only just managed to hide the curve of her hips and ass, and she gripped it tightly, terrified it might ride up even a fraction.
Huh? What?
But the insurance employee seemed to be saying something to her — talking while looking right at her. As she answered, her grip on the dress tightened further, as if she were embarrassed.
What the hell are they talking about?
Then a smile bloomed across my wife's face. Her already flushed cheeks seemed to burn even hotter.
— Click.
"Looks like it's an engine problem. We'll need to call a tow truck."
The insurance employee opened the door and stepped out, shaking his head. Somehow a smile lingered at the corners of his mouth.
"Ah... I see. Should we just wait here, then?"
"Yes. It'll be inconvenient, but if you wait in the car, I'll call one for you."
He made a phone call somewhere and returned to his own vehicle. I climbed back into my car, looked at my wife, and spoke.
"He says we need a tow truck... We'll have to wait a bit."
"Yes. I heard..."
"But... what were you talking about?"
"Hmm?"
"You were laughing while chatting with that guy. I got curious."
"Ah... It was nothing."
"Why... what is it?"
The more she refused to say, the more my curiosity flared. She hesitated, clearly embarrassed.
"Ah... just... he said I was really pretty... things like that..."
"What?"
Only then did I understand why she'd been smiling so bashfully. Normally his little advances would have soured my mood — but watching my wife accept the insurance employee's words sent a strange thrill rising through me.
"So. Did you like it?"
"Huh? Come on. As if."
She waved her hands in dismissal. As the dress that barely covered her thighs rode higher, her black pubic hair looked ready to slip into view at any second.
"Why. You should've spread your legs a little for him."
"Oh my... Honey. What kind of thing is that to say."
My filthy suggestion made her large eyes go round with shock. The flush spreading across her white skin only excited me further.
"Why~ I'm not joking. I'm curious, honey."
"Curious about what...?"
"If you showed him a little... I think I might get hard..."
I looked back and forth between her face and my crotch as I spoke. She seemed to grasp my meaning almost immediately.
"Still... that's a bit..."
"No. Remember earlier — when the neighbor dropped something and you bent down to pick it up?"
"Hmm? I remember."
"When he was peeking up your dress, mine reacted."
"What? Really?"
A smile bloomed on her startled face. Was it because my cock had gotten hard — or was she excited by the fact that she'd shown her private place to the man next door? Watching her expression, lewd imaginings unfurled in my mind.
"So, honey..."
I leaned in and whispered the thoughts rising in me against her ear — making absolutely certain she understood that all of this was for treating my condition.
"Can you do it?"
"Do we... really have to go this far?"
Worry clouded my pure wife's face. She was weighing my proposal carefully, deeply.
"Please."
"....."
She said nothing. The thought that moist juices still clung beneath those smooth legs of hers was already sending excitement surging through me.
— Whirrrrr. Whirrrrr.
The tow truck arrived with a roar. I got out and watched the driver haul my piece-of-shit car away.
"Alright. The report's finished. We'll contact you once the repairs are done."
"Ah. Yes, thank you."
"I'll help you get to the nearest station."
The insurance employee guided my wife and me toward his car with a friendly smile. She gripped the hem of her dress tightly, terrified the wind might lift it.
"Come on. Please get in."
Following his invitation, we moved to the vehicle he'd arrived in.
"Honey, you sit in the back."
"Hmm? Okay... alright..."
The insurance employee took the wheel; I sat in the passenger seat. As my wife climbed into the back, her short skirt rode up. For a split second, the insurance employee's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror.
Did he see?
"Ahem... ahem... Alright, let's go."
It would take about thirty minutes to reach the station. Missing our long-awaited date left a sour taste, but this sudden situation was stirring a strange excitement in me.
"Honey. You said you weren't feeling well. Make yourself comfortable."
"Hmm? Okay... alright..."
She looked flustered by my sudden bit of theater.
Seung-yeon. Start now.
"Then I'll just rest my eyes a bit..."
My wife sat in the middle of the back seat and began fastening her seatbelt. As the belt tightened across her ribcage, her braless breasts pressed even more tightly into view, their shape outlined against the fabric.
"Hoo..."
The insurance employee's gaze kept drifting to the rearview mirror as he drove. His quick glances into the back seat were sweeping over my wife's body.
Good. That's it.
She had her seatbelt on, eyes closed, surrendering herself to the motion of the car. Her breasts, squeezed by the belt, showed their full contours through the dress.
Hah...
I almost made a sound. Her dress had rolled up, fully exposing those plump, fleshy thighs. From below, even her carefully groomed black bush would be completely visible.
With her eyes shut, she couldn't know how far the dress had ridden up. Her demurely clasped hands trembled faintly.
"Ahem... ahem..."
Watching the employee juggle driving and ogling my wife, I felt blood surge into my cock.
"Hoo..."
His gaze kept sliding toward her as he gripped the wheel with trembling hands. He put more distance between himself and the car ahead, driving painfully slowly.
Before long I noticed the bulge rising in his pants. Confirming that his cock was hard made my own thing begin to respond, gradually, steadily.
Fuck...
It was certain. Blood was flowing. The cock that had lain dead when I touched my wife myself was slowly lifting. His desperate gaze, straining to see between her parted legs, was giving my dick a powerful surge of life.
Her two legs swayed with the vibration of the car, on the verge of opening. Whenever the vehicle stopped, his eyes locked onto the rearview mirror.
I was getting hard from the eyes of a strange man raping my wife with his gaze.
Spread them... spread them more...
Gulp...
Saliva went down his throat as he stared at my wife, who clung pitifully to her dress, her legs hovering between closed and open.
What. You want to eat her too?
Normally I would have woken my wife and put my fist through this bastard's face. But now it was different. I decided to test whether a bolder method could cure my erectile dysfunction.
Hah...!
Just then, my wife's legs slowly relaxed and began to part. Between those smooth thighs, her most private place was gradually coming into view.