[pussluver]

Ep 5

12.15am

In the past when we were together, it was not often for Giselle to drink a lot. I was not sure why she drank so much earlier but I guessed that her habits might have changed during the time we were apart. Regardless of the reasons, she seemed to be rather drunk.

As if to confirm my suspicions, once in the taxi, she leaned her head on the backrest.

Jason: Are you ok?

Giselle: I'm feeling a bit high but I'm fine.

Jason: do you want to lie on my shoulder for a bit?

Giselle: sure. thanks.

Sitting on the front passenger seat, I had been looking back at them.

They moved closer to each other and she leaned her head on his shoulder. Once her head was completely leaning on his shoulder, Jason smiled triumphantly at me. He then placed his arm around the back of her shoulder and she did not reject him.

Suddenly Giselle's eyes met mine and she stared angrily at me for a full 5 seconds before closing her eyes.

Since we arrived at the bar earlier, I noticed that she had been giving me the angry look and even now that she was drunk, she did the same.

It seemed like she was unhappy with me in some ways and I deduced that it was because I did not dropped her off at the bus stop upon her request on Tuesday. I was not surprised that she could be sore for so many days as I had experienced it during our marriage and she could sometimes be a bitch.

Thinking about her being unreasonable made me angry and I turned back to face the front.


12.20am

I heard some whispering from the back of the taxi and it seemed like they were talking but I could not hear what they were saying. The moment when we turned into CTE, I actually heard a tiny but all too familiar sound coming from the backseat of the taxi.

Giselle: umm....

It was a shocking sound to hear and instinctively, I turned back to look at what was happening.

She was still leaning on his shoulder with her eyes closed. However, his hand that was on her shoulder had moved down her body and was now on her breast. Jason was squeezing it gently from the outside of her blouse and she was not pushing him away while making tiny sounds of pleasure.

It still felt strange and uncomfortable to see my colleague squeezing my ex-wife's breast.

I wanted to stop them but I knew I had no rights now because Giselle was not my wife any more. Technically, we had nothing to do with each other at all.




Jason was a nice guy. He was humble, hates office politics, straightforward and fun-loving and that was why we clicked. He might be lecherous, but he also had a strong sense of brotherhood. I knew that if I told him about her past relationship with me, he would stop.

However, I had already promised her that I would keep it a secret and that was not an option.



Giselle was pretty, modern and desirable but from our past, I knew that she was not an easy-going woman.

She had just gotten to know Jason a few days back and they were not a couple. It was almost not possible for her to allow him to get touchy with her. It made me wonder if she was so drunk that she was not aware of what was happening.



Jason was looking at her and did not realized that I was watching them and whispered to her.

Since I was now paying attention to them, I heard it clearly.

Jason: can I undo the buttons of your blouse?

She opened her eyes and our eyes met again. However, this time, her eyes did not lingered on mine and turned to his.

She nodded before closing her eyes and laid on his shoulder again.

I was stunned. I could tell that she was not fully drunk and knew what was happening. She had also just given him the approval.



Giselle was wearing a dark blue blouse and a black flared skirt that was slightly below her mid-thigh.

Without looking up, he began to undo the top 3 buttons of her blouse. Once done, he pushed aside her blouse so that one side of her black bra cup was in the open. Without waiting, he pulled down bra cup to expose her creamy breast.

It was the breast that I had seen so many times in the past but it still looked delicious to me.

Her breasts were C cups but were on the larger side. They did not sagged and were shaped like beautiful tear drops. Her light brown nipples sat nicely at a 30 degrees angle that was pointing towards the sky. Her areolas had a diameter of about 3cm across and complemented her tits very well.



Jason had not known that I was her ex-husband and had already declared that he was interested in her. So I could not understand why he would even expose her tits to me until I realized that he might be drunk and had forgotten that I was there.


His arm that was behind her back, had moved forward to cradle her soft breast in his palm. Her nipple was already hard even before he touched it and he gently took the erected nub between his finger and began to tease it.

Without opening her eyes, she let off another soft sound of pleasure and placed her left hand on his jeans.

Giselle: umm....

Watching how he was fondling her tits and how she was reacting, my dick began to push painfully against my underwear.

I looked at the driver but he either seemed oblivious to what was happening or he could not be bothered.

I turned back to the action in the back seat.



Jason had now place his left hand on her porcelain coloured thigh. He started stroking the area of her thigh around her knee and she did not push him away. Slowly his hand began to inch upwards on her thighs.

When he got to the hem of her skirt, he slid his hand underneath her skirt. In response, she moved her thighs slightly apart to accomodate his hand. His other hand had stopped teasing her nipple and had covered her whole breast, squeezing it with more pressure now.

Giselle opened her thighs wider and her mouth suddenly opened a little as she let off a tiny moan.

Giselle: ah.....

I did not see what his finger was doing under her skirt but when she cringed her face, from my experience with her, I could roughly guess.

She covered her mouth and it was obvious that she was unable to hold back her moans when suddenly, the driver spoke.

Driver: Serangoon North which block har?...

The driver was talking to me but his voice obviously interrupted those 2 at the back. It seemed to completely wake her from her stupour as from the corner of my eyes, I saw her sitting up and pushing Jason away.

I had guessed correctly that he had gained acess to her pussy because even in the dark interior of the taxi, I could see that his finger was glittering with her juices.

He tried to touch her again but she push him back once more. She quickly pulled up her bra and began to button up while adjusting her skirt at the same time.



I gave the driver Jason's block but he spoke.

Jason: sorry Uncle, just go straight to Hougang....

Giselle: har? then you not going home?

Jason: I'll send you back.

Giselle: no... you should go home.

Jason: but...

Giselle: Please learn to respect others when they have already tell you a no.

Her mood had suddenly turned for the worse and even Jason could sense it. He was smart not to try to push his luck with her.

Jason turned to the driver.

Jason: sorry Uncle... please go to the block he said earlier...

Driver: ok.

It was just a 5 minutes journey and none of us spoke.



12.25am

When we arrived, Jason alighted but I did not moved to the back.

Jason: ermm... Giselle, I shouldn't have insisted on sending you home... sorry and goodnight...

She did not reply and he turned to me.

Jason: bruh, I'll see you on Monday....

Me: cya..

He closed the door and the taxi continued our way to Hougang.