My Driver’s Wife – My Lover

My Driver's Wife - My Lover
Hello Dear ISS Friends, Hope you are all enjoying eventful lives interwoven with healthy doses of colourful sex. With women of great beauty and a zest for life. I for one have been fortunate to meet such women who see what they want, ask for it and take it. And I as a loyal soldier, dive deep into this cosmic dance of sight and smell and the depths of orgasms. I love women, whatever the age, whatever the social strata, whatever the colour, I just love them. Thank God for them! I hope you have read my earlier stories – ‘Heavenly aunt only for the day’ and ‘Kakinada Office Caretaker’. I have received lovely feedback and still receiving. Thank you for reading and encouraging these real incidents. Please do feedback on [email protected] Now to the story. This is Sarma, 38 currently in Hyderabad. I work in an MNC and looks wise can give myself 7/10. A busy body who enjoys life, whisky and beer and what not. And why not? I always have a penchant for small side businesses and therefore thought why not buy a car and use it in corporate transport? It’s a big deal in Hyderabad with loads of cabs whose owners work in jobs and lease out the cars with drivers to cab companies. Felt like a great idea at that time. This was two years ago and I embarked on the journey. I bought two cars, a Tata Indica and a Maruti Ritz and started looking for drivers. And then started the struggle! Reality kicked in, the scarcity of drivers, the sheer unprofessionalism, their tantrums. I almost lost one of my cars till I somehow traced the driver who just tossed the keys to me with absolutely no fear or remorse. Suddenly it didn’t sound like a good idea. Not even a bad idea, it was a terrible idea. I was feeling really down as Rs11 lakhs were invested and I was looking at two turkeys in my driveway, sitting there gathering dust. But I rebooted myself and started again but this time with a lot of learning, I started extreme due diligence in driver selection. It was part of the due diligence I started visiting their homes, talking to their families, neighbours, took references and then only selected drivers. It was getting better. One of my drivers vanished (they don’t take leave or inform, they just vanish, for months). And so I found one more driver. This guy was a bit sickly and very gaunt. Frankly he looked very tired. I felt pity for him. His story was the same, a car owner who could not repay the EMI and now in serious shit. I felt pity for him and immediately offered him the job. I went to his house for address checks, reference checks etc. It was here that I met the heroine of this story. It was a small room with an asbestos roof, a small portable TV and one bed. And on it was sitting a very beautiful woman, looked about 30 years of age sewing a garland of jasmines. She was wearing a green colour cotton saree with golden borders with a tight blouse and the saree tied tightly just about the level of the navel. The peek of her navel was touch and go. I just couldn’t believe it, this gaunt sickly driver has such a beautiful wife??? I completed my due diligence and went home. He started the job the next day and I sort of forgot about Gayatri, that’s her name. Few days passed and at 4pm one day I got a call from my driver. I picked it up and sort of yelled why he did not log on to duty today. A sweet voice replied. Gayatri: Sir, my husband is not well, he did not drive today. Sarma: He should have informed me at the beginning of the day not so late in the afternoon. Gayatri: Sorry sir. He is in such a bad shape that he could not call you. That’s why I am calling now. Sarma: Gayatri garu (ji) this is not correct, the car is just sitting there. If informed in the morning, I could have arranged an alternate driver or something. Gayatri: Hello… Hello… Sir I cannot hear you. Something wrong with this phone. Wait, I will call you from my phone. And then my phone rang from an unknown number. I picked it and said hello, Sarma speaking. Gayatri: Sir, it’s me Gayatri. This is my number. Please save it. Whenever there is anything like this you can call me direct on this number. I think I was whistling at that time, did she just device a way to connect with me with her mobile number? I need to push this. So I asked… Sarma: Shall I come to your house and see your husband? If he is ok? Gayatri: yes sir, please come. You can see. My husband I mean. He might be asleep but you should not mind. I won’t mind that at all. So I went. Gayatri opened the door. For someone whose husband is ill, she was surprisingly decked. White saree with pink border, yellow low cut blouse and sandalwood on the cheeks (Telangana ladies wear that). Wow she looked amazing and smelling great even from the two feet distance. I looked at her face, it was neutral but the eyes were betraying something. Lust, is it? My driver was sleeping, thankfully. I made all the perfunctory questions, how is he? Did you visit the doctor? What did he say? Do you have the medicines? And so on. She replied to all those, seemed like a simple fever. Wow! She used this opportunity to take my number from her husband’s phone and even called me home. At that time I knew this was a play at romance! Gayatri brought tea and I took it from her deliberately touching her hands and giving a sly smile and she was responding while her husband was sleeping on the bed next to my chair. We were talking about her husband’s health in words but were undressing each other in the language of the eyes. My eyes were stuck at her ample bosom and she was just giving hints on next steps. As we were agreeing on next steps, her husband woke up and was a tad surprised to see me there. I quickly closed the chit chat with him advising to get better soon and join the duty and got up to leave. He was still looking at me slightly dazed. As I was leaving I called Gayatri at the door and gave her Rs500 to buy medicines.

She refused but I told her it\’s for him. If she minds, I will think of it as advance in his salary. It was something we do I guess. They refuse, we give some explanation and then they keep the money anyway. As I was getting into my car, I looked up and she was standing there. She looked to both sides of the road and gave a very quick sign – call me!!! The driver got better the next day itself as it was simple fever and logged onto duty by 10 am. At 11 am I called Gayatri. She dryly informed me that he has left for driving. Sarma: I know. That’s why I am calling you. Gayatri: Why sir, why calling me? I could sense the flirting and the innocent act, it was intoxicating. The ship could be in the port but you still have to maneuver it into the harbor. She is not going to jump in bed with me, is she? Sarma: Looks like you didn’t like my calling or for that matter coming to your place yesterday. Gayatri: You came to see your employee. Sarma: No, I came to see you. Gayatri: Why sir, why you wanted to see me? Sarma: You are the hottest thing I have laid my eyes on for a long time. Especially your eyes. Gayatri : I know what eyes you are talking about. Your eyes were on those two the entire time. Sarma: Can I help it if you have such a beautiful bosom? And what a deep navel! Gayatri: Stop stop, you are too fast. Sarma: Lets meet, and I will show you what fast is! Gayatri: I can’t I am too busy. You see I do catering, so I go for that. The ship has to be maneuvered into the harbor. Sarma: I have a small function tomorrow. Can you please cook? Gayatri pretended to think for a second and then replied… Gayatri: Ok, I will come. Pick me up from MMTS train station tomorrow after he leaves. You track your employee anyway so you know when to pick his wife. And she giggled. Next day, I picked her up from the station, took her to my place. At this point of time, it was still catering but playfully. We went into my flat and she asked. Gayatri: How many people to cook for? Sarma: Just me. Saying this I pulled her thin waist towards me. She just fell on me and we were in a deep kiss. Tongue to tongue with my hand exploring her smooth skinned waist. I pushed to the wall and took my hand to knead her boobs. They were the right sized once for the thin frame she has. I was kneading her boobs and she was gasping. For breath. For more. I pulled down her pallu and she herself quickly removed the blouse hooks. The bra just looked like a dud soldier guarding ample treasures. It was in its rightful place in a flash, on the floor. Gayatri was standing in front of me with just her petticoat. I was kissing her nipples, tasting them. Her moans became louder and louder. I turned her around and was licking her back. I traced my tongue from her neck and lined the spinal cord and came down to her petticoat nada. I turned her round. It was time. For the grand opening. Of my driver’s wife’s beautiful cunt. I pulled the knot and the petticoat just fell to the floor unveiling my prize. I was expecting a wet cunt but this one was wow, it was glistening. I fell to my knees and went straight in. My long tongue snaking in and out of her glistening cunt while my hands were pressing her shapely buttocks. She was just short of screaming but kept panting loudly. She made her legs wide and pressed my head into her cunt. What a smell! What feminine fragrance. The scent of a woman. I licked her for a long time. She was making feminine noises, moaning and squeaking, panting and sometimes not making any sound at all as biting her lips. She jerked and then she suddenly pushed my face away. Gayatri: Sarma garu, I can’t take this anymore, take me into the bedroom and ram me. Fuck me sir, I have been waiting for this from the minute I saw you. I threw onto the bed and went straight in. It wasn’t difficult at all. Firstly because she was wet like there was a flood and then for some reason, it was like we were designed to fit. My throbbing dick hard and long enough for her and her cunt was the right smelling wet thing my penis got right into. We were fucking! Sarma: Now that the wait is over, how are you feeling my darling? Gayatri: Like I want this to last forever! We both came together, it was her second. She came once when I was licking her. She jerked loudly turned sideways a couple of times and then just gave up in the waves of an orgasm. I fell to her side. Both of us didn’t say a word for a few minutes. To catch our breath, to sink the touch into our selves, to retaste her saliva in my mouth, her womanly juices on my tongue. Gayatri turned towards me and looked. What her eyes were saying, I could not understand till it came out in words. “Thank You”. I kissed her lovingly on the forehead and didn’t say anything. She started to gather her things. Her bra, blouse, saree, mangal sutr and got dressed. She has to go. Unknowingly it was two hours since she came and there 7 missed calls from her husband on her mobile. She returned it and told the house where her catering work does not seem to have signal. Neither of us knew if he bought that explanation but she didn’t seem to care at that point of time. She was still too sexed up with Sarma to be drawn into her mundane world again. Gayatri: Don’t know what you would think what I am about to say. But please give me Rs300. I told him it’s a catering job and he will ask about it in the evening. And please drop me to the station. I gave her a Rs 500 note and said I don’t think of you like that. You are a beautiful woman and that’s that. That made her happy.