Hi ive never written anything like this before. I thought up this scenario while flirting with a partner and wrote it out once I got home. I was happy with the result and decided to share. Hope you all enjoy

  Mrs. Laboire, now in her fifth year of marriage to Mr. Farcel, thought life would be better once she wed. Although she had always been well-to-do, marrying Mr. Farcel gave her access to more wealth than she ever dreamed of. She had servants wait on her every need and enjoyed the finest of luxuries. However, she was missing the one thing she had always prized: power. In her former unwed life she was responsible for taking care of her estate. She organized the parties, ordered around the servants, and conducted business with all sorts of people; nothing happened in the Laboire house without the consent of Ms. Laboire. Now, as Mrs. Laboire, she could hardly do anything in her house without a sharp word of reprimand from Mr. Farcel. Mr. Farcel was 30 years Mrs. Laboire’s senior and seemingly could not accept her ability to participate in organizing estate affairs; indeed, he did not even let her conduct her personal affairs without harsh critique.

 The only part of Mr. Farcel’s life where he was not domineering was in the bedroom. Mrs. Laboire had taken to performing her wifely duties in a practiced and uninspired manner. First, she lay the aging Mr. Farcel gently on the bed. Next she removed his pants and took out his penis. She worked his shaft manually, hoping it would not take him long to win-out  against his impotence. Once he finally lay aroused, she straddled him and worked her hips until she felt his release which signaled the end of her ordeal. 

  The one solace for Mrs. Laboire came from her weekly rides to town to select the produce the estate would use for the week’s dinners. While she did enjoy performing the one task she was still able to carry out without the scrutinizing oversight of Mr. Farcel, the primary reason Mrs. Laboire enjoyed the rides was her time with her chauffeur Robert. Robert was a quiet man and at only a few years passed 18 he was hardly more than a boy. Mrs. Laboire liked his shy smile and found she could open up to him about the problems in her life. 

  As Mrs. Laboire grew more comfortable with Robert she began sitting in the passenger seat of Mr. Farce’s old BMW instead of her customary seat in the back of the vehicle. One day, Mrs. Laboire decided to confide in Robert about her troubles with Mr. Farcel. She went on at length about how he mistreated her and kept her from making decisions on her own. Mrs. Laboire could tell she was was making Robert nervous; after all, Mr. Farcel was Robert’s boss and he would fire him in an instant if he knew Robert was letting passengers besmirch his name. Nonetheless, she persisted. Putting her hand on his leg (and ignoring his flinch) she started to tell Robert about her troubles with Mr. Farcel in the bedroom. While Robert spoke sympathetically with Mrs. Laboire about her marital issues, she couldn’t help but notice him grow larger as she talked in graphic detail about riding the elderly Mr. Farcel to completion.    

  Feeling emboldened, she decided to reach for the growing bulge in Robert’s pants. Robert,  unable to speak out against his employer, simply gasped. Unperturbed, Mrs. Laboire continued speaking of her marital woes all while slowly rubbing Robert’s penis from the outside of his pants. Finally, after building the tension by rubbing him from outside for several minutes, Mrs. Laboire unbuttoned Robert’s pants and removed his cock. His youthful member sprang to attention in stark contrast to the tired salute offered by Mr. Farce in their nightly ritual. Feeling invigorated, Mrs. Laboire unbuckled her seat belt, leaned over, and ran her tongue up and down Robert’s shaft. Robert pleaded with her to stop fearing the wrath of Mr. Farcel, but Mrs. Laboire instead took him fully into his mouth causing Robert to swerve and nearly lose control of the car. 

  At this point, Mrs. Laboire took him from her mouth and sat back in the passenger seat, happy to leave Robert with a little tease. Robert sat with his cock still out, feeling simultaneously terrified to lose his job and immensely unsatisfied. He thought then of all the times that he’d been told what to do. Not just by Mr. Farcel, but by Mrs. Laboire. For all her complaining, Mrs. Laboire didn’t hesitate to give commands to Robert and anyone else she deemed below her station. Robert was tired of taking commands and tired of being used as a toy; indeed, it was time for him to use a toy of his own.

  With one hand on the wheel, Robert grabbed the back of Mrs. Laboire’s head and forced it back onto his dick. Mrs. Laboire cried out in protest but Robert ignored her and forced her throat up and down his cock. After Mrs. Laboire let out several loud gags Robert finally let her up for air. She screamed at him, “I’ll have you fired for this!” Robert cut her off, “if you even dare I’ll tell Mr. Farcel all about how you seduced me and how you always complain about him on our trips to town. All the other workers have seen you sitting in the front seat with me. No one will believe you. You’ve been a stuck up bitch for too long - it’s time you learned how to be a good slut.” And with that Robert shoved her throat back onto his cock. Mrs. Laboire, understanding the situation she was in, stopped resisting and began sucking Robert quickly up and down while her mascara dripped from her tear soaked eyes. Robert, no longer needing to hold Mrs. Laboire’s head down, instead grabbed her ass which was pointed towards the passenger window and pulled up her dress. He stuck his middle finger deep in her asshole which prompted a muffled squeal from Mrs. Laboire. Robert swiftly commanded her to keep quiet, telling her she was his slut now and he could use her holes however he wanted to. 

  Robert knew he was close to cumming so he commanded Mrs. Laboire to increase her pace and take all of his cum. When he finally shot his load, Mrs Laboire once again gagged and took his penis out of her mouth, causing Roberts cum to shoot all over the car. Robert, enraged, pulled over the car. “That’s not how good sluts take cum,” he said to Mrs. Laboire. “Now you have to clean up your mess.” Robert then grabbed Mrs. Laboire’s head and held it to the cum on the floor of the car. He commanded her to lick. Mrs Laboire obeyed, still crying softly and gagging while licking the cum mixed with dirt of the car. “Good slut,” he said, “I’ll expect you to take care of my cum every time I drive you from now on.”

  Ever since that day, Mrs. Laboire was responsible for satisfying two men. Unlike Mr. Farcel, sex with Robert was far from routine. Mrs. Laboire never knew if Robert would use her mouth, pussy, or ass to plant his cum. Robert simply commanded her to present one of her holes and then used it until he was pleasured. In spite of everything, Mrs. Laboire grew to once again treasure her time in the car with Robert. Turns out she never really needed power; she simply needed a better man to command her