The driver

The driver

Susan was a successful business woman, she lived in a big house, took expensive holidays she had everything or did she?  Despite outward appearances her life wasn't as great as it seemed.  The stress of running a large successful business had put a strain in her marriage.  She worked long hours, was often snappy at her close f****y and she often left holidays early to return to work.  It had been months since she and her husband had had relations.  Whenever they made plans to spend time together work ended up getting in the way.
Romantic dinners were interrupted by phone calls, this led to huge arguments, and Susan’s mood was dropping fast. She would sit in the back of her chauffeur driven car staring blankly out of the window.  She snapped out of her thoughtless staring when Kenneth her long serving driver informed her that they had arrived at her next meeting.  She dragged herself to the meeting, for the first time she can remember she was exhausted; her desire for her business was failing.  After another 15 hour day, she returned home.  Letting herself through the door of the stately home and entered to an eerie silence.  Normally, there was the background noise of a TV or music, but the house was dead.  She walked up stairs into her bedroom, her husband was no where to be seen.  This was odd as he was normally snoring his head off by now.  She collapsed on the bed, noticing an envelope on the dresser.  She stood back up and walked over to the dresser, the envelope had her name hand written on the front in her husband’s hand.  Tearing open he envelope and freeing the letter inside, her worst nightmare had come true:
 
Dearest Susan,
 
This is very hard for me to write.  For a long time, we have both been aware that our relationship was deteriorating and neither of us has been happy.  I have tried to make things work, But your business has always proved to be more important.  Over the last few months I have been having an affair with one of the maids.  Isabella, has made me feel special again, she has shown me affection and companionship in ways that you have never been able too.  It is with regret that I have to do this in a letter, but my heart would not be able to stand there and watch you break down.  I have moved to the summer house and will be seeking a divorce.  Please try and understand, I wanted to avoid this and I hoped that I would never have to do this.
 
I will love you always
 
Doug.
 
Tears streamed down her face, her mascara left purple stains on her cheeks, she collapse on to her bed and cried herself to sl**p.  The next day she called Kenneth to say that she wasn't going into work.  He was shocked, Susan never took time off, something was wrong, but she was unlikely to tell him her reasons.  This continued for a few weeks.  Susan's business was suffering; her staff were struggling to run the business.  The staff got together and nominated Kenneth as her closest employee to talk to her.  Initially hesitant he drove over to her house, it was the longest drive up to the house he known, what would he say.  Knocking on the door, his first feeling was to flee, the drive was far too long and he would be clearly seen.  After what felt like a lifetime, the door creaked open and there stood a dishevelled Susan, her normally pristine hair was greasy and uncombed, her normal business clothes had been replaced with jogging bottoms and a tracksuit top and there was a strong smell of alcohol. "What the fuck do you want?!"  "Mam, we are worried about you, you haven't been to work in weeks." he responded.  "So what?!”  "Mam, if I might, you aren't yourself and starting tomorrow, I am picking you up at 7am and taking you to the Gym...”  "Are you calling me fat?!!!"”No Mam, I am going to return you to your normal schedule and that starts with you in the gym at 7.30".  The next morning Kenneth returned at 7am as promised and reluctantly Susan, climbed out of her bed.  Returning to normality was going to be hard.  "Mam, you first meeting is at 9am".  "Ok" she responded.  Hitting the running machine she was lost, every thought of loss made her run harder and longer, she was taking her sorrow out on the running machine, whilst 80's R&B was providing the soundtrack into her ears.  Looking at the clock the time was now 8.45 and Susan was late, she was not going to make her meeting.  She rushed out of the gym; her only alternative was to get changed in the car as she was driven to the meeting.  She jumped into the car, "Kenneth, drive!”  "Mam, you're not dressed for your meeting?" "I am going to get changed as we drive now eyes ahead and drive!” Kenneth Indicated and as he looked into his mirror he could see Susan remove her top and expose her bra clad chest.  Trying to keep his eyes on the road, his eyes were continually drawn to the rear of the car and his changing boss. "Do I have to find a new driver, who can concentrate on the road" she remarked.  "Sorry mam, I'd never realised what a sexy body you had". "The flattery will get you nowhere", but in all honesty it was the first time in a long time that anyone had paid her a compliment on her body and it made her feel good no the less.
 
She felt better, she threw herself back into her work, business was picking up and everyday she made sure she was "running late" changing in the back of the car, but now she wasn't telling Kenneth to keep his eyes on the road, she almost welcomed his glances.  After a few weeks had passed, she was back, she had confidence in her work, but she was still lonely. Driving home late one Friday night she said to Kenneth.  "How long have you worked for me now?"  "5 years mam."  How have you managed to keep your wife happy all these years?"  "Mam, I'm not married.  Since working for you I don't have the time to even meet people".  Susan was shocked had she robbed the man a chance of happiness as well?  "Why have you put up with this?" she asked.  "Mam, it's a good job and I’m very lucky", "Do you have a girlfriend or someone you know...?", "no mam".  "Do you find me Sexy?" She asked.  "Yes Mam", is that why you have been stealing glances at me in the back when I’m changing?"  Embarrassed he responded "Yes, Mam".  Finally they arrived at the front of the house and Kenneth was relieved, the conversation had changed and he wasn't sure if he'd still have a job if the conversation continued.  He got out of the car to open the door as he always did and as Susan exited the car, she rubbed the lapel of his uniform.  "I think we have both been missing out, no it's time for you to drive me.......wild!", "sorry mam" he said in shock.  "That’s right I want you to drive me wild, Fuck me here on the driveway under the moonlight!"  Kenneth Shocked just stood there.  Get down on your knees, lift my skirt and start eating my pussy!  Kenneth dropped to his knees as Susan leaned against the car bonnet.  HE raised her skirt, exposing her stockings, and expensive panties.  "Agent Provocateur, do you like them?"  " erm, yes mam."  "You should they cost me a fortune".  Pulling her panties to one side he exposed her neatly trimmed pubic region, she open her legs giving him the first glimpse her horny wet hole.  She was already very excited and let out a small squeal as his tongue made contact with her clit, slowly his tongue worked her clit as her thighs squeezed his head in delight.  "That's it baby, lick me like you job depends on it", his hand reached up and grabbed a hold of her firm breast, she unbuttoned her blouse and freed her breasts, Kenneth hands explored her chest as his head was still buried away between her thighs.  Susan screamed louder that she thought possible.  Suddenly very aware that they were on the front drive of the house, although very unlikely to be disturbed, she worried.  “I think we should go inside, we can make as much noise as we like in there.  Taking him by the hand Susan led Kenneth through the front door.  Almost instantly she dropped to her knees, the door wasn't even fully shut yet.  "Lets see what you've been keeping from me all these years", she was already excited by the large bulge in his pants.  "Umm, you are a big boy" freeing his hard cock from its trouser stronghold, she took a second to admire it.  "Yes, this will do, much bigger than my husbands, well enough about him", her mouth encased his cock, the warm wetness of her mouth made him whimper, "Oh yes, very nice, I love sucking this" her hand worked his shaft.  Her technique must have been good, his legs shook and strained and she sensed he was close, she wanted him to fuck her, but she couldn’t stop herself, she continued to stroke him hard, until his knees started to give way, suddenly her mouth received a blast of salty, hot and thick cum.  More and more cum flooded her mouth.  Eventually it stopped and she stood up, looked him in the eyes and swallowed his load.  "I really wanted you to fuck me, tonight, but it’s obviously not meant to be tonight."  "Mam, give me a few minutes and I think I will be able to help you".  Sitting her on the piano stool situated in the entrance hall, Kenneth returned his head between her legs and after 2 more raging orgasms, Susan asked "Are you ready to fuck me Big Boy?"  Almost instantly with that phase Kenneth’s cock stood up to attention. Lifting her up, Kenneth sat her on the piano keys, playing the chord off lust as all the keys under her arse range out echoing in the hallway.  Removing her panties, he positioned his cock at the entrance of her love hole. "You going to put it in, or just look at it?"  Leaning his weight forward his cock disappeared inside his boss's wanton pussy” He could see her wetness on his cock as the moonlight hit his cock through the windows, before disappearing back inside her.  Susan had never felt so full, a real man was fucking her hard, and she was even more turned on by the fact that Kenneth was still wearing his chauffeur hat.  Her legs wrapped around his back locking him in.  "Mam, I want to take you from behind" he explained.  Standing up and turning around, Susan stood with her legs open, her arse pushed out ready to receive him.  His finger explored her hole and aimed his cock at its destination.  Hard and fast he fucked her, her moans and the slapping of skin on skin echoed in the hallway.  His finger tips started to explore her tight arsehole, she could feel the warmth and wetness of what felt like saliva on her anus and the tip of a finger enter her, she slapped his hand and said that she wasn't quite ready for that.  Withdrawing from her, she laid on the cold marble floor and he climbed on top, again he entered her, just the feeling of the head of his cock entering her almost made her cum by its self.  Harder he thrust into her.  Her legs locking behind his back, he had no escape.  "Mam, I'm Cumming!!!", she would not relent her grip and a look of fear spread across his face as he realised that he couldn't hold off, his back arched as another flood of spunk left his cock, this time deep into his boss's wanton pussy.  "That’s my boy" she said as she finally released he r hold of him.  A warm stream of cum ran over her arsehole as he withdrew his cock from her.  Looking down, he could see the mess he had made of his boss's well groomed pussy.  Thick lumps of cum clung to her pussy lips.  "Clean this mess up and you better get some sl**p as we have an early start tomorrow".  Kenneth stood up and looked around.  "The Kitchen is through there pointing to the left hand doorway and when you done, OUR bedroom is the second door on the left at the top of the stairs” Tenderly kissing him on the lips, she said "Don't be to long......"
 
The end

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2 years ago
great story i came myself
thanks
Jay