Previous Part: Driver Seduces His Boss’s Wife – Part 6
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She slid into the front seat, her movements graceful. Her lips curled into a teasing smile as she leaned toward me. Her eyes glinting with mischief. She tried to kiss me, her lips lingering near mine. But I turned my face away.
“I don’t want a kiss from lips that have already been used,” I said, my voice sharp with frustration.
She laughed, the sound light and teasing, as though enjoying my jealousy. “So, you don’t want me anymore? He had fucked me many times?” she teased. Her eyes sparkled as she leaned closer, her breath hot against my neck. I stayed silent for a moment, still angry.
I was still feeling the sting of watching her kiss him. “I know that, but you’re going to your friend’s house,” I replied coldly, trying to mask how much I wanted her. This time, she laughed again louder and reached into her purse, pulling out her phone. “Friend’s house?” she said with a sly grin. “Take a look.”
She showed me the screen—it was a two-day hotel booking and movie tickets for a late-night show. My anger evaporated in an instant, replaced by excitement. I realized she had planned this all along. The tension melted away, replaced by anticipation.
I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of my lips. But I wasn’t going to give in that easily. As she leaned in for another kiss, I turned away again, keeping up the pretence of being mad. However, my pulse raced with excitement.
“Oh, playing hard to get now?” she teased, her voice low and sultry, her lips hovering near my ear as she whispered, “Let’s see how long you can resist.” I glanced at her, trying to maintain control. But the look in her eyes—the desire, the thrill of what was coming—was almost too much.
She knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out for long. The car was filled with the scent of her perfume and the heat of unspoken desire. The night stretched out ahead of us with endless possibilities. I could feel her eyes on me as we drove toward the hotel.
Her fingers brushed lightly against my arm, teasing me with every touch. The tension between us was building, the excitement, the fear of being caught. It made everything more intense. At that moment, as we sped down the hotel road, I knew the next seven days would change everything between us.
As we checked into the hotel, there was a silence between us. She quickly slipped into the bathroom without a word when we entered the room, leaving me alone. The room felt hot, and I was on the aircon. When she returned, I noticed the little changes immediately.
Her lips were bare, with no trace of the red lipstick she had worn seductively earlier. She had shed any remaining pretence, stripping down to her raw version. Removing the remnant of her husband’s lips made it pure for me and looked irresistible.
I couldn’t hold back. In two quick strides, I was in front of her. My hands gripped her waist as I pulled her toward me. Our lips met hungrily, and I could taste her and feel the softness of her lips. I devoured her with a passion that had been building for so long.
She responded instantly, her arms wrapping around my neck, her body pressing against mine. Her sari began to slip down her shoulders, inch by inch, revealing more of her skin, smooth and inviting. With one swift movement, I pinned her against the cold wall.
The contrast of the cold surface against her warm skin sent a shiver through her body. My lips never left hers, the kiss growing deeper, more urgent. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Her breath was hot and shallow as I began to undo the buttons of her blouse.
My hands trembled slightly with the moment’s intensity. With a quick motion, I threw her blouse aside, the fabric landing somewhere across the room, forgotten in the heat of the moment. Our bodies moved together, raw and untamed, like two forces colliding.
It was as if we had been starved for this, for each other. The need was overwhelming and animalistic. Just when I thought the moment would spiral out of control, she suddenly pushed me away, her eyes dancing with mischief. A teasing smile curled on her lips.
She stepped back, her chest still heaving from our embrace. “Not so fast,” she whispered, her voice low and playful, taunting me. She slowly began to unwind her sari from her body. The fabric slithered off her, revealing more of her skin, her curves, until she threw it over my face.
I groaned in frustration, pulling the fabric away. But before I could grab her again, her phone rang, the shrill sound cutting through the air and breaking the spell between us. She glanced at the screen, her eyes widening slightly. It was her husband.
She answered the call with a calmness that astounded me. Her voice was smooth and collected. “Yes, everything’s fine,” she said, glancing at me as she spoke. “You’re boarding now? Okay. Yes, I’m going to the movie later. No, don’t worry, I’ll ask him to drop me and pick me up.”
I couldn’t believe how effortlessly she switched gears, playing the role of the dutiful wife while the heat of our moment still hung between us. He said something else. I saw a flicker of amusement in her eyes.
She replied, “Okay, I’ll let him know. And don’t worry. If it gets too late, he can sleep in my friend’s servant’s room. Yes, yes, everything’s fine.” The call ended, and she tossed her phone onto the bed. Her eyes were sparkling with mischief.
She looked at me, clearly enjoying that we had come so close to being caught. “He said I should call you to take us to the movie later,” she said, biting her lip playfully. “And after that, you’ll drop me back.”
“Will you do as he said, driver?” She said in a sultry tone.
I said, “Anything for you, my highness.”
I rolled my eyes, feeling a mixture of irritation and amusement at the situation’s absurdity. “And what about tonight?” I asked, my voice thick with desire. “Your friend’s servant’s room?” I added mockingly.
She laughed teasingly and turned her back to me, walking toward the bathroom. “Don’t worry,” she said over her shoulder, “I have better plans for you tonight.” She grabbed her clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. Leaving me standing there, frustrated yet wildly intrigued.
The tension between us had reached a fever pitch, and I knew tonight was only the beginning. When she emerged from the bathroom again, my breath caught in my throat. She was dressed casually, but the simplicity made her even more irresistible.
She wore a tight vest that barely covered her boobs. Exposing full of her toned stomach and a skirt that clung to her hips in all the right places, up to her half thigh. The casualness of the outfit made her look effortlessly seductive. Her every movement dripping with allure.
Her hair was tousled as if she had spent hours making it look like she hadn’t tried. “Ready?” she asked, her eyes locking with mine, her playful tone still lingering. I nodded. My mind was already racing ahead, thinking of the movie. What would happen afterwards?
The thrill of knowing we still had hours together with no one else around. She stayed close to me as we walked out of the room and headed toward the car. Her fingers occasionally brushed against mine, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine.
I could feel her teasing energy lingering between us, promising what would come. The night was young, and the excitement of knowing we were about to step into something that had been building for so long filled the air. We drove to the theatre in comfortable silence.
The darkness of the night surrounded us. But the real connection was between us. We took the cabin seats for two. The movie playing was “Nasha,” featuring Poonam Pandey—full of bold, erotic scenes. It heightened the tension between us. The theatre was full of couples with space between 2 couples.
But we are in a separate cabin, and we can see everything. The dim lights of the cinema and the sensual atmosphere had already set the mood. As the intense scenes played on the screen, Madam looked at me with a mischievous glint.
Without saying a word, she moved over and sat over me.
Her soft tits pressed against mine. Her lips found mine, and we kissed passionately, the heat growing every second. My hands roamed her back. Slowly, I slipped off her vest, revealing her smooth skin and a strapless bra that clung seductively to her figure.
With one hand, I slid the fabric aside, exposing her breast. Without hesitation, I kissed her tits, my tongue tracing circles around her nipple. She gasped softly, her fingers tangling in my hair. She pushed me down against the seat, lifting her skirt. To my surprise, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
The sight of her bare pussy and her eagerness drove me wild. I wasted no time, leaning forward and burying my face between her legs. I licked her sensitive pussy area like a man-starved dog. She responded by pressing my head against her. Her moans grew louder as she lost herself in the pleasure.
Her hips moved in rhythm with my tongue. Her breathless whimpers filled the cabin, making the moment all the more intoxicating. Suddenly, the lights flickered on—it was the interval. Startled, we pulled ourselves together quickly. The reality of the cinema setting washed over us.
We exchanged a sheepish smile as we stood up, both a little breathless from what had just happened. We headed to the concession stand, and I bought us some Coca-Cola and sandwiches. As we stood in line, I could feel eyes on her. Her hair was slightly dishevelled.
Her cheeks flushed, and a glow about her that was impossible to miss. Everyone was looking at her. But I knew they didn’t know what had happened between us. We ate when we returned to our seats as the movie resumed. The next scene was even more intense, and our tension reignited.
This time, she leaned over, her hand boldly reaching for my zipper. I could feel my heart racing as she unzipped my pants and gasped when she saw my erection. Her eyes widened in shock. With a playful grin, she stood up abruptly and moved to sit beside me.
“It’s like a rod,” she whispered, her voice a mix of awe and mischief. “Big and thick. How are you so big?” I smirked, sensing the excitement in her voice, and replied, “Maybe I was made this way just for you.” She blushed but didn’t back down.
“My husband, he’s nearly half your size,” she said with a slight hesitation, her tone filled with curiosity and longing. I couldn’t resist teasing her. “Then you’re still pure. It’ll be more fun breaking that barrier.” Her eyes sparkled with a mix of nervousness and excitement.
“I might struggle to take it,” she admitted, biting her lip in that seductive way that drove me crazy. “You’ll be fine,” I reassured her softly, leaning closer. “You’re just scared, but it’s normal. Once you feel it, you won’t want it any other way.”
She laughed, low and naughty, “Maybe I should cancel that hotel booking after all.” The playful chat continued as the movie concluded. The unspoken tension between us grew stronger with every passing second. As soon as the credits rolled, we returned to the car.
I could feel her eyes on me. Her thoughts raced with the possibilities of what might happen next. On a whim, I pulled the car over, parking it near a secluded area by some bushes where no one could see us. Madam raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a teasing smile.
“Why are we stopping here?” she asked, her voice dripping with anticipation. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I have a surprise for you.” Her breath hitched slightly, the excitement palpable. “What kind of surprise?” she teased, her fingers brushing lightly over my thigh, sending shivers.
“You’ll see,” I replied with a wicked grin, sliding my hand up her leg, inching closer to her inner thigh. Her breathing quickened as my fingers teased her skin. “You’re always so full of surprises,” she murmured, her voice laced with desire.
“That’s just the beginning,” I whispered back, leaning in to kiss her neck.
The warmth of her body, the tension in the air. It led to a moment we both knew was inevitable, which we had been craving for far too long. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing her ear as I whispered, “Let’s move to the back seat. It’s bigger and more comfortable. We’ll have plenty of space to do what we want.”
Her eyes flickered with hesitation. She was the car’s owner, and sitting on the floor before her driver felt like crossing an invisible line of status. But lust had already clouded her better judgment. With her breathing ragged and her pupils dilated with desire, she finally gave in.
Slowly, she slid into the back seat, her knees grazing the floor. Her body surrendered to the thrill of the forbidden. I followed, locking the doors behind us, ensuring no one could disturb the passion that was about to unfold. I turned on the dim cabin light.
The soft glow cast shadows over her flushed face. Her body trembled in anticipation as I reached out, gripping the thin fabric of her vest. With one swift motion, I tore it open, the sound of ripping cloth echoing in the confined space.
Her eyes widened in surprise.
“Why did you tear it?” she asked breathlessly, her chest rising and falling excitedly. I smirked, my lips hovering over hers. “It’s your punishment,” I murmured, my voice husky. “For making me crave you for so long.” She let out a soft laugh.
But it quickly turned into a moan. I pressed my mouth against hers. My hands explore her body with more intensity than before. I kissed her deeply. Our tongues tangled in a heated dance as my fingers traced over her thighs. Her skin was warm, soft, and trembling under my touch.
I could feel her moaning into my mouth. I moved my hand higher, teasing the sensitive area of cunt between her legs. She gasped as I gently massaged her pussy folds, my fingers gliding over her wetness. I could feel her body arching toward me, begging for more.
Without breaking the kiss, I slipped one finger inside her pussy. Her back arched off the floor. She let out a sharp cry of pleasure. Her hands gripped my shoulders for support. Her hips moved instinctively, meeting the rhythm of my fingers, as her moans became more frantic.
I pulled back for a moment, watching her expression of ecstasy. I added another finger inside her cunt, stretching her hole just a bit more. “You like that, don’t you?” I whispered against her lips, my breath hot against her flushed skin.
She could only nod, biting her lip as she gasped for air, her hands tangling in my hair. “Yes,” she finally breathed out, her voice filled with need. “Don’t stop.”
With a wicked grin, I pulled my fingers out, watching the way her body shuddered in response. I leaned back, quickly undoing my pants, the sound of the zipper loud in the car’s silence. Her eyes widened as I freed my 9-inch dick, her gaze locking onto my throbbing erection.
She licked her lips slowly, her eyes filled with wonder and hunger as she stared at me. She glanced down, her eyes widening. She saw the full length of me so close. “It’s bigger than I imagined,” she whispered, her voice laced with excitement and nervousness. “I might not be able to take it.”
I smirked, teasing the tip of my shaft against her lips, savouring her reaction. “You haven’t even felt it yet. It’s a Muslim cock, big and thick like a dog.”
Her breath hitched, and she looked up at me through half-lidded eyes. “You’re right. I have heard Muslim guys have big cock and can satisfy any pussy,” she admitted, almost shyly. “My husband, he’s small, not even half of yours.”
I said, “Tonight is your turn to be satisfied.”
She said sadly, “He barely lasts long enough to excite me. He usually releases quickly and leaves me panting, wanting more.”
I said with excitement, “Since your marriage, he never fucked you well, he never filled your hole. Do not worry. I will make you my keep, Madam.”
She happily said, “I am ready to be your mistress, but keep it safe. In the beginning, he tried to give me pleasure, but now, with his business, he doesn’t even try. Weeks go by, sometimes two or even three, and he won’t touch me.”
I felt a surge of sympathy for her. She had been starved of intimacy, craving the connection that her husband no longer provided. My hands gently cupped her face, and I looked into her eyes.
“You deserve more than that,” I said softly, my fingers tracing the curve of her jaw. “You deserve to feel wanted, cherished, and cared for in every way.” She sighed, leaning into my touch. “I’ve been so lonely,” she confessed, her voice barely a whisper.
“Sometimes, I have to take matters into my own hands, like when my husband called me to give you a file. I couldn’t control myself. I was masturbating myself. I needed to feel something.” I smiled, remembering the moment.
“I saw you that day after I went inside the room for file. Then I came out and told your husband that I forgot the key in the office, for which he also scolded me.” I said, my tone teasing but understanding. “I saw how you tried to satisfy yourself when you thought no one was watching.”
Her cheeks flushed red as she pulled back slightly, covering her face in embarrassment. “Oh my God, you saw that?” she gasped, mortified. “I… I didn’t know. I was just so desperate. He didn’t notice how frustrated I was, but I needed it. Even if it was a little relief. Don’t worry, you will make up for his scolding tonight by fucking his wife.”
I chuckled softly, pulling her back toward me. “There’s no need to be embarrassed now. I will fuck you till you beg to leave. I understand, and I’m here to give you everything you’ve been missing,” I whispered, kissing the corner of her mouth.
“Besides, that wasn’t the only time I saw you. I remember the day I watched you in the bathroom naked, bathing. That day, I wanted to fuck you then and there, but you scolded me, and I got scared. Later, after signing, I saw you playing with the dildo.”
Her eyes widened, and she bit her lower lip. “That was the day I decided I wanted you,” she admitted, her voice thick with longing. “Seeing you watching me, the boldness in your eyes ignited something in me. I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that. I started fucking myself with a dildo. When I later saw you watching from the window, I knew you would do anything to get me.”
“Then why did you keep shouting at me and scolding me after that?” I asked, genuinely curious. “You acted like you wanted nothing to do with me.” She hesitated for a moment before answering. “I was scared,” she said softly, looking down.
“I was trying to be loyal to my husband, to our marriage. I was scared of what people—what God—might think if I had a relationship with a Muslim guy. But at the same time, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every time I saw you, I remember your dick full of cum. I felt this pull, and it scared me. That’s why I tried to push you away.”
I gently tilted her chin up so our eyes met again. “And now? What changed?”
She smiled, a soft, seductive look crossing her face. “That day, you took the key from my blouse,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
“You made me feel something I hadn’t felt in a long time. The way you touched me, the way you made me want more. I couldn’t stop thinking about it when I came to bring the file from your room. On a rainy day, when you finally gave me what I had been craving, I decided to let go. I decided I was done holding back.”
I smirked, my fingers tracing over her bare skin, feeling the heat radiating from her body. “So, all this time, you were just waiting for me to make the first move?” She nodded slowly, her eyes dark with desire. “Yes. And now, I don’t want to wait anymore.”
Her words hung in the air as I positioned myself closer to her.
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