16. The First Eruption of Desire 3
Underneath my wife's panties, now soaked through and translucent, something thick writhed like a snake.
That thing moving inside her panties had to be the taxi driver's finger.
I could see it squirming through the drenched fabric, disappearing into her pussy.
Squelch!
"Nngh…!"
A lewd, sticky water sound accompanied my wife's aroused moan, ringing out blatantly.
The noise was louder than I'd expected, and I felt the taxi driver's gaze flick back to me again.
But I kept my head bowed, not moving a muscle.
Confirming my state, he loosened his grip on my wife's arm draped over his shoulder.
Her upper body, leaning against him like they were arm-in-arm, tilted forward.
Naturally, her hips thrust back, assuming the perfect position.
"Ahem…!"
The taxi driver cleared his throat awkwardly, then craned his neck back blatantly to stare down at her ass as he began plunging into her pussy.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
The wet, sloppy sounds echoed without a care for who might hear, making my legs tremble.
Her panty front bulged and heaved violently—that was the only way to describe it—and the damp stain of her arousal spread wider.
My wife's legs shook harder with each passing second, looking like they'd give out any moment.
"Uh, hah…! Ah, nng…!"
Sweet moans leaked out in broken bursts from her face, hidden as she bent forward.
I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to touch my cock trapped in my pants.
Screech!
Her legs buckled momentarily from the relentless fingering, one knee collapsing before struggling back up.
Her high-heeled shoe scraped sharply against the elevator floor, the noise echoing loudly.
Even with that risky sound that could give us away, the squelching never stopped.
The taxi driver had clearly lost all reason, unable to stay calm.
My wife's limp hand twitched, tensing up visibly.
'N-no way…'
I frantically scanned her entire body at the change.
Her arousal fluid trickled down her quivering thighs and legs, which trembled as if they'd collapse.
Her waist arched slightly, muscles tightening—I was certain her climax was imminent.
The thought that she was about to cum from another man's fingers choked me.
"Oh, uh… Oh, ooh…? Ooh…?"
Her low, labored moans drilled into my ears, scrambling my brain.
My cock twitched wildly, on the verge of exploding, but I ignored it and focused every nerve on her.
Squelch! Squiiiish! Squiiiishhh!!!
The plunging grew deeper, faster, driving me to the brink of madness.
Her hand shook violently, and amid the echoing moans in the elevator, a shift occurred.
"Oh, oh…! Oppa…! I-I'm gonna… cum…!"
"…!!!!!"
My wife spoke.
Was she fully awake now?
Or still too out of it to grasp the situation, mistaking the taxi driver for me?
She kept her upper body slumped forward, limbs quaking.
I couldn't pinpoint her state exactly, but one thing was clear: she hadn't fully regained her senses enough to think straight.
"……"
The taxi driver seemed to realize her ambiguous condition too.
He hesitated for a moment, then—as if resolving something—grew even bolder.
Splurt!
"Hyak?!"
A strange, muffled thud came from her lower body, followed by an adorably sharp squeal.
Whatever it was, it jolted her bowed head upright for an instant.
'Wh-what the hell?!'
The partial reflection showed only fragments; from my angle, I couldn't tell what happened.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Before I could puzzle it out, the sticky plunging resumed in her pussy.
I watched her waist stiffen rigidly, trembling ominously.
'What the hell was th—that? Wait, what? What's that sound?'
As if answering my swirling questions, an odd noise rang out.
The squelching in her pussy echoed in double—two distinct layers.
'Am I so turned on my ears are playing tricks? Why do I hear two plunging sounds…'
My thoughts cut off abruptly, as if forbidden to go further.
My trembling gaze dropped to her panties.
Through the sopping fabric, the taxi driver's fingers still writhed—but noticeably thinner now.
As if one finger that had been in her pussy had moved elsewhere.
"Eh…?"
A dumb sound escaped me unwittingly.
Luckily—or unluckily—it drowned in my wife's gasping cry as her hips bucked.
"Oh, oppa…! Oppa…! Not there, there, nooo…!"
Her denial bleached my mind white.
The elevator's rear scene flashed vividly in my lust-fogged head.
The taxi driver's hand buried in her pristine white panties—not just in her pussy, but plunged deep into the hole I'd never touched.
A thick, meaty finger invading the sweaty crevice of her ass, stimulating her back hole, hovered right before my eyes in my imagination.
As if adding color to my delusion, her waist arched—and she climaxed.
"Heee…!!!"
Pssshhhhuuuut!!!
A frail yet piercing feline screech erupted with her squirting juices bursting from inside her panties.
Ding!
The elevator's cheerful arrival chime harmonized perfectly, masking her vulgar climax.
The sound slapped my lust-drenched mind awake.
I jolted up like a knife had stabbed my side, lifting my bowed head.
"Ah…"
A stupid noise leaked from my mouth.
To keep from turning around, I pretended to check the floor number.
As I raised my head, my eyes drifted hypnotically to the ceiling in my peripheral vision.
The luxurious interior gleamed, the entire elevator reflected like a mirror.
"…!!!!!"
I barely swallowed a scream clawing up my throat.
Finally, I could see her back—the view I'd craved.
As expected, her panties stretched to tearing at the rear, the taxi driver's hand buried deep.
Her plump ass glistened with sweat between the strained fabric, a gap, a thick fabric, a thick finger vaguely visible plunged into the cleft.
The sight seared into me—I couldn't hold back and came.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
I felt my pants front soak through, yet I couldn't tear my eyes from the ceiling.
"Uh, uum…"
Ecstasy drew a moan from me unwittingly.
I hurriedly faked drunkenness.
"Ah… damn… th-this isn't the floor, no."
Pretending to check the panel, I whipped my head back and punched the right floor.
The doors closed, and the elevator resumed.
My legs wobbled; I could barely stand.
This time, not by will—I truly slumped forward.
Forcing my pleasure-shaking eyelids open, I stole a glance at her reflection in the elevator's exterior.
Without his support, she'd have collapsed in a heap.
Pshht! Plip, plip…!
Her arousal squirted between her thighs, trickling down her quivering legs, pooling lewdly on the floor.
The musky scent of her juices and sweet feminine aroma filled the elevator instantly.
"……"
"……"
Her climax faded into an eerie silence.
Her panties, soaked translucent, revealed her pussy clenching and sucking at the stranger's fingers post-orgasm.
Madness-inducing excitement surged through me, my jaw chattering.
After an eternity that choked my breath, we reached our floor.
The doors slid open, and I bolted out—like admitting my drunkenness was all an act.
"R-room…"
I muttered to myself, staggering ahead.
Legs limp from orgasm and thrill, I tottered like a true drunk despite myself.
With perilous steps threatening to topple me, I finally reached our assigned room.
Trembling hands fumbled the door open; I turned to face them at last.
"Gulp…"
Dry-swallowing at the sight of her.
Even braced, an overwhelming aura of depravity enveloped her, beyond imagination.
The demure housewife in a disheveled dress screamed wrongness and subtle taboo allure.
First, her rumpled dress top exposed a glimpse of pristine white bra, seizing my gaze.
Sweat-slick cleavage oozed sensuality; her trembling legs, about to buckle, evoked pity.
Transparent arousal trailed her inner thighs, sparkling under the hallway's soft lights.
"Th-thank you for your help."
Trembling, I thanked the man who'd ravished my wife.
As I took her into my arms, a sticky withdrawal sound slithered from under her skirt.
Squiiiish!
"Oohk…♡?!"
A faint moan escaped her lips, echoing like a whisper in my ear.
So startled, I nearly dropped her.
'W-wait, he kept it in this whole time?!'
That squelch from her skirt was definitely his finger pulling out.
The elevator acts risked everything if caught—a tightrope over ruin.
Yet this bold driver shattered my wildest lines.
To think he'd kept his fingers buried in her pussy and ass until handing her to her husband.
To confirm, I slowly raised my shaking gaze.
But he turned away indifferently, denying my curiosity.
Thud, thud, thud.
I stared blankly at his retreating back.
The hallway we'd traversed bore a trail of her dripped arousal, like scattered crumbs.
The beast who'd claimed her retraced the path gropingly.
His fingertips glistened with the same clear fluid scattered on the floor.
Just before boarding the elevator, he licked it clean—and vanished from my life forever.
"……"
I stood rooted, clutching her limp, post-climax form for ages.
When I snapped to, I'd hurled her onto the bed and was ripping her clothes off like tearing flesh.
"Uh…"
She groaned laboriously at my rough hands but kindly lifted her hips to help.
Yet that gentleness struck me as a slut's lewd pose.
She seemed like an easy woman who'd open for any man.
Raw fury and searing arousal devoured my reason.
My painfully hard cock plunged into her pussy without foreplay.
Thwack!
"Ah…!"
Ecstatic bliss burst from her barely conscious lips as she clung to me.
Her soft body enveloped me, but every nerve fixated on the slick, wet grip inside her.
No resistance despite no prep—a hole primed for cock.
Realizing it again boiled every emotion white-hot.
I pounded her like punishing a whore, slamming my hips with full force.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Ah, uh! Hnng…! Ah, o-oppa…! Ah…!"
I fucked her relentlessly, for hours, until she whined from the alcohol haze—marking her mine again with my seed.