She arched her back in pleasure and let out a pleasured moan."Oh yes," she cried. "Harder. Faster. Fuck me like a whore."I thrust against her deeper a...d harder before rolling us over leaving her on top. I gripped her ass in my hands and brought my right hand out and back in, spanking her again as she slid herself up and down on top of me. Her moans grew louder and more pleasured."Oh, oh, oh, oh," she cried, repeatedly, deeply and in exquisite pleasure. "Fuck me harder. YES!"I felt an explosion. As I turned to go, She told me: YOU Don’t tell your wife that you carried me naked! I gave a naughty smile back and shook my head! (First signal).My wife came (luckily, she did not get into any details at all) and we both helped her to reach hospital and got her leg plastered. My wife used give bath to MIL & get her dressed, give medicine, etc. But, even I used to help her to limb to go to toilet, give medicine, etc. (My wife has 9 to 5 office & I have flexi time)Honestly, after seeing her half. We started another honeymoon in the new apartment that night, and both were happy with the weird arrangement and I promised to be a good husband to her. And we promised each other never set a foot in a taxicab again the rest of our lives.*****The new taxi driver sitting in his taxi was wondering what had happen, why he was sitting there, why he just saw his own body tipping him and walking to his new apartment with his new wife, why... But before he could do anything, his mind was flooded with. Fuck. What if she didn't trance? I should call. She pulled up Rose’s number and almost dialled. No. She might've gotten busy before watching. I don’t want to call and interrupt her in the middle. I’ll give her more time. Another hour passed. Brenda’s anxiety grew and grew. She paced the room, checking her phone every few minutes in case she somehow missed a message. What the fuck is she doing? Is she examining it? Finding out what’s in it? That would be bad. Why doesn’t she call? Another hour.