Chapter 02: My husband's driver's bangala in my pussy.

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The city was lit up with street lamps, sitting in the back, eyes on my cell phone, I was calmly reading a message when my husband's driver pulled up in front of a restaurant.

I recommend this restaurant," he said.

In case my husband calls, tell him we're in town.

___ Okay, ma'am.

He got out, opened the car door for me and I got out. The restaurant was so quiet it looked like a cemetery or a funeral. In the courtyard, there were little chairs laid out all over the place. I approached a chair, pulled it out and sat down.

From a distance, I saw a young gentleman, dressed in white, approach me with a broad smile on his lips.

Welcome, madam," he said.

Thank you!

What can I do for you?" he asked.

Do you have a whisky?

Yes, which one would you like?

Serve me a whisky that will take my mind off things.

I understand, ma'am. Is there anything else?

Tell me, why is your restaurant so quiet?

This is a quiet place, I see you're new here. Have you had a chance to look at the name of the restaurant?

It was at that precise moment that I glanced at the name of the restaurant. "Silence" was the name engraved on the restaurant's sign.

___ I hadn't noticed, it's a really quiet place.

___ We welcome big personalities here, especially when they need peace and quiet and attention.

It's really good.

One moment, madame.

He turned and came out with a bottle of whisky. He placed it on the table.

Anything else?

Yes, serve my driver, ask him for anything he needs and do it.

Okay.

He approached my driver and a few minutes later served him a juice.

Sitting in front of my whisky, I couldn't stop remembering my first sexual romp with my dear husband Daniel. The more I remembered, the more I emptied my glass of whisky, for me? A few drops of whisky would clear my head. A few drops of whisky would help me make a decision.

After several attempts, I was now ko, I could walk but my ideas were unlimited, instead of just thinking about how to get back to the hotel, my whole head was focused on sex. Nothing but sex.

I waved to the waiter, who handed me the bill. After I'd paid it, I got up and walked to the car.

Thank you very much for the juice, madame," said my janitor.

You're welcome.

___ Are you going straight back to the hotel, or are you still going somewhere?

Let's go, but I'd like you to take a lane further than the one before. I'd like some fresh air. Did my husband call you?

No, ma'am.

Good! Let's go.

He started the engine and we left the restaurant "Le Silence". You're wondering if we were honeymooning in our own town or neighborhood. I'll tell you quite simply that we weren't.

On the way home, I had another strange craving. A sexual urge. I didn't understand what was happening, but the urge was so strong that I couldn't hold back. I started by caressing my own thighs and, with such a simple gesture, I pushed my hand into my silip. Up ahead, the driver drove calmly, not even paying attention to what I was doing behind him. That whisky? I was craving it and taking it had increased my libido, a libido that was about to drive me mad.

Is it much further?" I asked.

No, ma'am.

My driver's voice was so soft that I couldn't help it, I caressed his shoulder and he smiled at me. He didn't know that the only thing I wanted was a cock, nothing but a big cock like Daniel's.

Can you stop?

Okay.

He didn't insist, just stopped, turned off the engine and got out of the car. We were in the middle of a von, and judging by how quiet it was, we were the only ones there.

My guard got out and approached my door. In the meantime, I'd taken the opportunity to get down to half size. No sooner had he opened the door than I pulled him towards me.

Slow down, lady," he said, "you're my boss.

Please shut up and fuck me.

No, I can't, you're my boss.

Do it.

Madam, I...

I couldn't wait any longer, I reached into his shirt and ripped it off, he had no choice, he pushed me off and I lay in the back seat. He pulled down his pants, pulled down my silip. Fondling? No, I'd refused, "let's get on with it" was what I'd said.

Careful.

After that word, he thrust his penis inside me. Oh, that driver's penis was a God, no my husband's driver is a God instead.

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To be continued.