Chapter : 06

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Lying on the bed on my stomach, I felt my husband's cool hand caress my bottom. He removed the towel and climbed onto the bed. From the way he was reacting, you'd have concluded he'd like to make up for lost time, he'd like to show me a good time. Until then, he didn't know that his driver was the only one I was dreaming of right now, but he'll never know.

I've missed you," he said.

I smiled at him. He ran his soft hand down my body before coming back up to me. I removed my silip with my support to let him enjoy the moment. He pulled himself together and with a simple gesture, carefully penetrated me.

Oh darling," I cried. Qpp

Daniel never hurries in bed, I say because during our first sexual encounter, he was docile and moved back and forth with care and respect. As for Fiacre, not only was he docile but he also made me vibrate, I was right in the middle of two men, the driver and my husband.

He went back and forth kissing me, his body cool, glued to mine, I felt it too and I wouldn't ask for more. At the moment of ejaculation, my man held me very, very tightly and I hooked my foot behind his back and scratched her with my nails on the other side because I too was vexing, not to say ejaculating.

My husband let loose inside me. It was a really good time, his cum was really hot, I wonder if one day I'll be able to feel that driver's cum in my pussy. Until then, I knew nothing about it.

We'd just had our first go, my husband lay back on the bed and I laid my head on his chest.

Honey?

Yes, sweetheart, what's wrong? Is something the matter?

Nothing. I'd like you to get another driver and leave Fiacre to me, I get on very well with him and he's generous too.

I spoke to my husband in a truly calm tone, knowing that even if he felt like refusing, he wouldn't, I was sure of that.

He remained silent for minutes before opening his mouth.

Fiacre is my personal driver, darling, and you know it yourself.

I'm not refusing, but I'd like him to be mine from now on, to run my errands and so on.

If you like, we can both use it.

And you're still going to bring him on your missions?

No, I'll hire someone to do that.

Please.

My husband looked at me and started to smile, I knew he wasn't going to be able to resist the voice and my sadness, he had no choice. Obeying was the only choice he had. After mocking me for minutes, he agreed to take a second driver.

I'll do it, sweetheart, it's the first thing you've asked me to do since we've been married, so I'll do it.

I was really happy about this news, it would mean I'd be alone with Fiacre when he wasn't at home. It was total joy.

Very early in the morning, we returned home. We lived in a very large house, thank God, and Fiacre's family doesn't come to my house as they please. She only has one sister. I'll just say that there are two of them for their parents, of whom he is the eldest. His sister is even very far from the country; she's away studying law. No need to go into details.

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It was exactly eight o'clock at night, and I was sitting on the balcony, contemplating the landscape, when suddenly I saw my husband's car parked in front of the gate. He waved at me and I waved back.

He joined me and we kissed before he started talking to me.

I just dropped your husband off at a meeting, and he asked me to pick him up at zero.

Where?

In a hotel.

Is this true?

Yes-yes, there were a few people in the large meeting room, well-dressed men.

I'm reassured. I was supposed to tell you something yesterday, but I didn't get a chance.

What is it?

My husband has agreed to make you my personal driver.

Is that true?

Yes, I'm serious.

That's great news. Now I understand why he was asking me if I'm comfortable with you?

And?

I told him you're nice and everything's fine.

You'll be my personal driver very soon.

___ It's a deal.

He approached me, took me by the hip, I was already as good as dead in his arms. Just the smell of him and I was already beside myself.

___ Not here, Fiacre, people might see us.

It's true.

He scooped me up in his arms and we left the balcony. I was just like a baby in his hands and I wouldn't ask for more. We walked slowly down the stairs with hugs and kisses.

In the other room, Fiacre, not this one.

___ Okay.

He wanted to take me to our room but anything but that, I'll never make that mistake, lying with him in our room, on the same bed I share with my husband, impossible.

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To be continued