A familiar warmth permeated. "Ma’am?" he murmured, his voice low, husky. Then I felt his muscular hands touching my legs, nudging my thighs apart.

He occupied the space between my thighs, seeing my bare, soaking pussy, "You're asking for this." His voice was barely a murmur. His shaft, thrust into the hilt with carnal fervor, made me feel every inch.

His breathing, ragged and uneven, "That’s it," sounded like a command, and I involuntarily clenched his girth, writhed, and cried.

“I'll tell your husband that I drove you home safely.” I felt my pussy tingle, imagining another excursion with my driver.