Misc. Erotica Cumback Part 1 & 2 By Novelist Casanova (COMPLETED)

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As the driver started yelling at my wife, and my wife started yelling at him back, at the same time it started raining, and I intervened and apologized to the driver and took my wife inside the car.  As the car started moving and we crossed a good 1 hour distance from Kanchipuram, I was horny already and as my tired wife slept on top of my lap, with her face right next to my boner, I was so horny that I wanted to book a room nearby and have my wife's pussy, but the speed in which the driver was driving the car and the angry face he was having, made me quietly sit and wait for him to calm down.  But my wife, the way she was sleeping on my lap folding her legs and jutting her ass cheeks against the backseat revealing her navel, began reminding me of how the Saree Weaver enjoyed every bit of my wife’s body, removing the same Maroon Color Saree, same Black Blouse, same same Black Petticoat, same White Bra, and the same Brown Panties, she is wearing and sleeping on my lap, started making me more horny and I could not prevent my right hand which was on her shoulder to go down and grab my wife’s boobs over her Black Blouse.  The moment I began grabbing my wife’s boobs, she realized I was horny, and turned around and slept flat on the seat, folding her legs and resting her feet on the seat, and looking at my face.  The rain outside was adding up to my horny mood.  She grabbed my shirt and pulled my face towards her, “horny baby?” as she whispered, “yeah,” as I whispered, she began kissing my lips and I began kissing her lips back.  The taste of my wife’s lips is always different and makes me more horny when I get to kiss my wife’s lips after someone enjoys kissing my wife’s lips nicely.  “Baby, can you control till we reach our Hotel in Chennai?” as my wife whispered, “no, I can’t, I so badly want to have your pussy,” I whispered.  “Oh baby, don’t talk like that, looking at your horny, I am getting horny as well,” as my wife whispered, “Sudha, let's stop at some Lodge or some place and make love, I can’t control anymore,” I whispered.  “Tell the driver, Ram,” as my wife whispered, “but he looks angry and the speed in which he is driving to reach Chennai as quickly as possible, I don’t think he would listen to me, Sudha,” I whispered.  “Let me tell him,” as my wife whispered and sat straight, “no, Sudha, no… if you both start quarreling, then he will drop us right in the middle of this Highway in the pouring rain and go, Sudha,” I said.  Even my wife was scared to talk to him, and kept quiet.  The driver was so rude that he stopped nowhere and took us back straight to our 5 Star Hotel and dropped us and took money from us and left.