Chapter : 03

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Lying on my back, both hands placed between the neck of my husband's driver, I took in his penis with care, each time he penetrated me, I felt his penis deep in my belly. That's all I needed, to be made love to like a madman.

Go ahead," I said, "fuck me hard.

He lifted both my legs and started again with the back-and-forth movements, we'd been making love for minutes. Just as he was about to cum, he stopped and looked at me.

I want to cum.

What's that? His semen in my vagina? It was anything but, yes I could accept him fucking me but not his cum.

Withdraw.

He withdrew, turned his back on me and emptied himself on the floor. I pulled myself together and put my dress on. When he'd finished emptying himself, he put the shirt back on the jacket I'd torn, took his seat and continued. During the trip, I didn't say a word, and I'd say that between us, it was totally calm. Little did I know that this was the beginning of a new adventure with my husband's chauffeur. Did I regret that night? No, my husband was the right man for the job, in any case, I hadn't regretted it.

When I got to the hotel, I went straight upstairs without so much as a word to the driver. Sitting on my bed, I couldn't stop thinking about our lovemaking: not only was he a driver, he was also a very good fucker. Despite my best efforts to forget what I'd just done, it was impossible. When something's done right, it's really hard to forget. From my lower abdomen, I could feel my vagina dancing with joy, it was dancing, yes, from what it was doing, I could tell it had found what it was looking for, what had brought it to this promenade.

From a distance, I heard the car leave the hotel courtyard. I quickly grabbed my cell phone and called the driver.

I'm going home, your husband gave me the order.

I wanted to tell him to come and spend the night with me in the hotel, but to do so would be a huge mistake. There were cameras everywhere, so I looked at my body, remembered what I'd said earlier and sat down on the bed.

Understood.

I'll be over early tomorrow morning. Do you have a place to visit?

Yes, pick me up early tomorrow morning.

Okay, ma'am.

I hung up. The car pulled into the yard twice and disappeared.

I undressed and got into the shower. Without lying to you, my pussy was really happy with this romp, I washed up, changed my silip that had been used as an adulterer and took it to the hotel dry cleaners so they could clean it for me.

That night, the sleep was really different, my body was at its best and the desire was at its highest. This sexual romp had put a force in me, and when I woke up, I had only one thing on my mind, to discuss with this driver what we'd done yesterday, I knew it was a very very complicated subject but I had no choice but to do it with him.

I got up, got in the shower, took a nice bath, put on my perfume and a dress that showed off my shape. Before going out, room service had brought my breakfast. I sat down around my table and ate my thing. No sooner had I finished than the room's cell phone rang. I rushed over and picked it up.

Hello.

Hello madam, this is reception, we've just received a call from your husband, he's asked us to put you in touch with him, I'll send him to you.

I thought it was my husband's driver. I heard a little noise and suddenly

How was your night?" he asked.

___ It was fine and how were you at home?

I thank God, darling. I'd like to apologize, I was supposed to come home last night but I got stuck.

Don't worry, darling, everything's fine.

I'll spend tonight with you and tomorrow morning we'll go home for good. I miss our villa.

I miss it too.

I'd love to see our grandchildren. I'll leave you to it. Have a wonderful day.

I hung up the call, put down the cell phone and reached for my make-up, as I put on my make-up, I remembered what my husband had just said, that he'd love to see his grandchildren, he just made me laugh, with the beginning of this marriage so complicated, I won't make the mistake of getting pregnant already in the wee hours of the morning.

The cell phone rang again, and I walked over and picked it up. I took a deep breath and left the room with a smile on my face. As I came down the stairs, I saw my husband's chauffeur already waiting for me, in his jacket as usual.

Once at reception, I greeted the hostesses again and followed the driver, who opened the door for me and I took my seat. I wanted to ask him some questions, but I wanted us to be far, far away from the hotel. There's an old saying: "The ripe have ears".

Did you sleep well, madame?" he asked.

This question sounded like a trap. Was it because we'd had to do something inappropriate that he'd asked me this question? I shouldn't show him that I was happy to have slept with him, but rather the opposite.

Yes, and you?

Yes, ma'am.

Am I dreaming or did he just say good? I was happy to hear it from him.

Where are we going?

For a walk.

Yes, ma'am.

He started the engine and we left the yard. Now I was free to ask my questions.

Tell me, did you think about our party yesterday?

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To be continued...