The Chauffeur(#7)…..The Revolution, The Evolution

The Chauffeur……The Revolution, The Evolution

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2018

Chapter 1

As Jill and I arrived at the airport, we saw the Jaxson’s plane landing. Jill was very excited, as a Marine she always flew those large uncomfortable C-130 planes. Only when she was flying between Marine bases for training did she even get to fly regular commercial airlines.

We didn’t pack much. Two dress outfits each and the rest of the week we planned to wear jeans, comfortable shirts, and even shorts. We viewed this trip as more of a vacation/honeymoon for us.

I sat in the back of the limo that Jill ordered thru a competitor, Black Car Limo. The driver began to engage us asking, “Um, Ma’am…aren’t you a driver for another limo company?”

“Yes I am. Why do you ask?” Jill answered curious how he recognized her.

“Ma’am, you have a cult following in our industry. Everyone knows that you reduced your title from Assistant Manager to driver to make more money.”

“It’s Jill, not Ma’am. What is your name?”

“Fred. I am the senior driver and main trainer for Black Car Limo. I’ve worked with this company my entire adult life, 15 years” He said with a note of pride in his voice.

“Fred, this is my husband, David. We just got married less than three weeks ago!” She said with delight in her voice.

“Hello Fred. I’m glad to meet you.” I said.

“It looks as if the plane you’re waiting for is finding a parking spot right now. If you don’t mind, I’ll get you much closer to the plane.” Fred asked.

“That would be fine, Fred.” Jill answered.

He started the limo and pulled us forward thru a gate allowing us to get really close to the now parked plane of the Jaxson’s.

Fred parked the car, got out, and opened the limo door for us to exit. He also began taking our two pieces of luggage out of the trunk.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out two $100 bills as a tip for Fred. I folded the money in half and handed it to him. He was genuinely surprised.

“Sir are you sure? I’ve only driven you two for about 10 minutes.” Fred asked.

“Absolutely. Your tip shouldn’t be dependent on how long you drove us, but instead, the service you provided us.” I said trying to mentor an obviously qualified driver.

“WOW, could you tell my boss that? He thinks that none of us should get cash tips. All tips are supposed to be added on to the credit card receipt.” Fred said trying not to launch into a rail against his boss.

“Figures. Small minded managers trying to control their staff’s lives.” I said shaking my head.

“Fred, it was nice to meet you. Do you have a couple of cards for my husband and I to have?” Jill interjected with that excitement still in her voice.

Fred reached into his suit coat and pulled out two business cards that had his name printed on them.

“Fred, please put your personal cell phone number on the back for us.” I requested.

He did as asked. Smiled and wished us a safe trip.

The door of the plane opened, and the stairs extended from the door to the cement. Then we saw them. Both Mr. and Mrs. Jaxson had made the trip to come pick us up.

All I could do was smile as I walked with my beautiful wife on my arm towards the plane.

The Jaxson’s came down the stairs to meet us.

“David, it’s nice to see you. Is this Jill? Wow, you look so different from the last time we saw you. You look as if you’re glowing.” Mr. Jaxson said, surprising me since I had not told him that Jill was pregnant.

I thought to myself, ‘did I miss seeing something about my gorgeous wife?

Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms around me. It was Mrs. Jaxson.

“David, oh my goodness, it’s so great to see you.” She said as she gave me a peck on the cheek.

They asked us if we wanted to have dinner in town or if we wanted to get headed to New York and have dinner there. We opted for dinner in New York, since neither of us has ever been there. Well, that’s not entirely true. Jill did land and spend 8 hours at the Army base in Brooklyn, Fort Hamilton. She was there for training, after which she immediately flew back to her base, the Marine Air Station at Cherry Point, North Carolina. I guess you could say, she was in New York, technically speaking.

Jill hugged Mrs. Jaxson. They walked arm in arm up the stairs to board the plane. They chatted as if they knew each other for years, much like old friends.

Mr. Jaxson and I stood at the bottom of the stairs watching our wives enter the plane.

“David, I’ve done some checking on you.” Mr. Jaxson said in a deadpan voice.

“Ok, sir, I’m not sure how to take that comment.”

“Well, I do a thorough investigation on everyone I’m interested in. No worries, mostly routine stuff. However, when something comes across that seems out of line I will have my investigators dig deeper.” Mr. Jaxson said.

“What did you find about me then?” I asked.

“Hmm, let’s get up into the plane before I answer that.”

We went up the stairs and into the plane

As I entered the hatchway on the jet, I walked into the epitome of what I would call luxury. Long leather couches, luxuriously soft lounge chairs, a 65” television, a top of the line Bose stereo system, even a very soft carpet on the floor of the jet.

I stood stunned looking at luxury.

“Um, David, I can only get in the plane if you move ahead a bit.” Mr. Jaxson said with a chuckle in his voice.

“Oh, sure, I’m sorry” I replied and moved ahead.

The ladies were sitting on one of the couches face to face chatting like they had been friends since childhood.

Jill excused herself from the conversation and got up to come over to me. She whispered in my ear, “Gawd, I love you!” and kissed me deeply.

Mr. Jaxson squeezed by me and went over to his wife and gave her a kiss on the lips, not with quite the same passion as Jill and I but clearly a kiss of love.

As we broke from our kiss, the flight captain came on the intercom and announced that we were to get settled as they would be underway in just a couple of minutes.

I heard the door get locked down. Jill and I sat on the other couch facing Mr. and Mrs. Jaxson. A petite blonde with a cute figure came into our part of the cabin. She asked if we wanted a drink or something to eat. She introduced herself as Dakota. She might be as tall as 5’ with a tiny waist, a pert but small chest, tiny petite arse and a very pretty smile.

Jill smiled at me. It was one of those ‘knowing’ smiles meaning that she knew what I was thinking as I sat there admiring Dakota. I glanced across the jet at Mr. Jaxson and saw him smiling also.

“Mr. Jaxson, I feel silly calling you and your lovely wife Mr. and Mrs. May I know your first names?” Jill asked breaking the ice.

“Sure, my dear. My husband is Robert, but please call him Bob. I’m Melanie, but please call me Mel.” Melanie said to us.

I decided to speak up, “Bob, you were going to tell me what you found out about me.”

“Oh, not ‘just’ about you but also your beautiful wife too.” Bob said in a deadpan tone.

I was having trouble reading him. My head was going through the questions…. Did he know what REALLY went on at the limo company? What did this background check produce about me? What did it produce about Jill? Would this knowledge affect this budding relationship with the Jaxson’s?

CHAPTER 2

“Ok Bob, now you really do have me curious.”

“Well, let’s start with you David. While you have only been with the limo company for a very short time, you have made quite the impression. Many of the women my investigators spoke with claim that you are quite the prize. They used terms such as: caring, obedient, strong, patient, wonderful, and even ‘cult hero’.”

I know I sat there in a state of shock.

He continued on, “Your boss is using her power to force you to have sex with her on her command. Apparently, you have started some type of club…. let me check my notes…. oh yeah, ‘The Fucked Unconscious Club’. Pretty impressive, if you ask me. But, there is more. You’ve spent most of your life in the restaurant business, starting at the bottom and working your way up the ladder. You ended up in a divorce because you worked too many hours and your boss at work took advantage of that by having an affair with your wife. The court awarded your ex-wife custody of your teenage son, who rarely calls you. You pay for his schooling. You pay your child support. Your attorney, while not a divorce attorney did a competent job, but you would have done better with a divorce/family court attorney. You really don’t drink, do drugs, or gamble. You donate money and on occasion your time to the SPCA, Children’s Hospital, and the Wounded Warrior project. You love dogs, but you lost your dog in the divorce. You have no tickets, no accidents, and no criminal record. You went back to college after your divorce and obtained your bachelor’s degree in American History, specifically the Civil War era. You have a small apartment by the airport and you married Jill just a couple of weeks ago.” Bob said with a slight grin.

“Did I forget anything?” He added.

I was thinking that I would have my normal smart-ass reply but decided against it.

“Actually, Mel is the one who delved deeper into your time at the limo company. She must have spoken to nearly two dozen women but was unable to reach someone named Tina. What do you think she would have said about you David?”

Jill spoke up, “Bob, Tina is the one David called you about. She was brutally molested and raped and beaten by our boss, Sasha. Somehow, after her assault, she made it over to my house. David answered the door, brought her inside and put her on the couch. He wanted to call 911 but Tina begged him not to. I called a dear friend who is a doctor currently that I served with in the Marines when we were deployed to Croatia. She helped as much as she could, but she made us call another friend, Sgt. Johnson. He brought his team of investigators over to my house. It took several hours. When they were finished, the police put her in protective custody and admitted her to the hospital. That’s why we delayed a couple of days.”

Mel spoke up at this point, “Jill, my husband knows that. He sent a couple of his most trusted security to the hospital to keep Tina safe from anything further.”

I sat there stunned. I turned my head to look at my beautiful wife. She was stunned as well.

Bob spoke up again, “That brings me to Jill. Married to David, but this is not your first marriage. Your first husband died in an auto accident. You bounced around from job to job until you landed at the limo company. Sasha, your boss, took to you right away. She had you sign a contract making you her personal assistant. You were arrested on a prostitution charge which was dropped. You are the one who discovered Tina and convinced Sasha to hire her. Which in turn, caused Sasha to demote you and take virtually all your salary away forcing you to be just a driver. However, you knew how to work the system to put yourself in line to get the best tipping, the best….um, what’s the word they used? Oh yeah, ‘clients’. You added your own personal touches doing whatever the client requested making yourself the top driver, the most requested driver, and the top money earner in both tips as well as regular pay. You own your home free and clear. You have no traffic tickets, you were recently in a horrific traffic accident that totaled your car. You have no outstanding debts. Your brokerage account is out performing even the best Wall Street has to offer. Although, you’ve only known David for a very short while, when he proposed you said yes. You two were married at Isaac’s Jewelry by Jacob.”

“Which brings me to a very blunt question. What did Mel and I do that excluded us from getting such personalized service. David, you told us that night we met you that we were ‘important clients’. How is it that neither Mel, or me, were ever offered any of the personal services?” Bob asked.

At that point, the jet jumped.

“Turbulence” Mel quipped.

I sat there completely stunned. Bob and Mel were not angry. Instead, they seemed put-out that they had never been offered anything other than a limo ride to their hotel, which they owned.

Jill began, “Bob, Melanie, please let me be the first to apologize. I was under the impression that all your regular driver did for you was to take you from your jet to your hotel. No one ever mentioned that you would be interested in anything else.”

“In fact, we would like to make it up to you. Tell us what we can do, to you, for you, or with you to make amends” I said to the Jaxsons.

Mel was the first to speak, “David, if it’s alright with you and Jill. I would like to have some time with Jill, if she’s willing?”

Bob added, “And you and I can both do Dakota. I saw how you looked at her. Yes, she is a cutie and she is more incredible when you get her naked.”

He continued, “After you and I play with Dakota, I would love to see if my wife can join this ‘Fucked Unconscious Club’.”

I watched as my beautiful wife moved over to the couch where Melanie was seated. Jill leaned in and began kissing her. Mel put her arms around Jill, caressing her back.

CHAPTER 3

I spoke up before this got out of hand reminding them that Jill was in an auto accident and still has bruised ribs on her right side. Mel and Jill both smiled and went back to kissing. I saw Mel’s mouth part slightly and Jill’s tongue poked into Mel’s mouth.

Jill began to unbutton Mel’s blouse. Mel was a beautiful woman, not just some ‘trophy wife’. She had a natural beauty. Reddish auburn hair, average size maybe 5’8 or so, about a C cup chest, and the greenest eyes that I have ever seen. I also noted in my brain that both times I have met her she smelled wonderful.

As Jill was removing her blouse, I noted that Mel had a front clasp bra which my wife unclasped with a flick of her wrist. Mel let the bra fall to the jet floor. My wife broke from their kiss and leaned into Melanie’s chest licking and nibbling on her nipples making them hard little nubs.

I looked over at Bob, who had his cock out of his pants stroking it. Dakota entered, almost as if on cue. She knelt between Bob’s legs and began sucking his hard cock. I made note in my head, although he wasn’t as long or as thick as me. He, none the less, sported about a 7” cock. Dakota was gobbling it up with gusto. While she was giving Bob a blowjob, she began undressing that petite body.

I looked back over to Jill, who by now had Mel completely naked and had her head between Mel’s legs licking and lapping up her womanhood. I saw Jill use her fingers inside of Melanie, turning her hand palm side up to reach her G-spot. Melanie was moaning and muttering to herself as Jill continued her assault on her love hole.

Here I sat, my wife pleasuring Mrs. Jaxson. Bob getting a delightful BJ from a now naked Dakota. Yet, here I am, fully clothed doing absolutely nothing except sporting a raging hard-on.

Suddenly, Bob spoke up, startling me, “David, what you need is a revolution.”

I just smiled, thinking to myself that getting a blowjob from Dakota has made him a bit whacky.

Apparently, it did just the opposite. It provided clarity to his thinking.

“David, you don’t understand, do you?”

“No sir, I don’t.”

“You see, what I didn’t tell you before was that I contacted the two brothers who owned Happee, Happy Limo company Igor and Vladimir. I inquired if they had any thoughts about selling the limo company. They just laughed at me and hung up.” Bob explained.

I sat there pondering what he had said. I turned to look over at my darling wife who by now was also naked and grinding her sweet pussy on Mel’s face. I heard lots of moaning and slurping coming from the two of them as they had moved into a 69 position.

Dakota must have a real talent as Bob was now leaning his head back. His eyes were closed, and both of his hands were on the back of Dakota’s head as she bobbed up and down on Bob’s hard, wet cock.

It was Mel who came first. Her moaning increased louder and louder until she tensed up and wrapped her knees tightly around Jill’s head holding her in place until the wave of orgasmic rush slowed down.

I just sat there on the couch feeling like a 5th wheel. Hard as a rock, but no one to play with…. oh, poor me….

Mel finally got Jill to her happy place with Jill breathing erratically, moaning and thrusting her hips up at Mel’s wanton tongue.

“Jill, honey, are you going to cum for Melanie?” I asked with a devilish grin on my face.

“OH, OH, OH GAWD DAMN. I’M CUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMIIIIINNNNGGG!” Jill exclaimed rather loudly.

“Aaaaagggghhhhh” Was the sound Bob made as he shot his spunk all over Dakota’s pretty face.

Dakota wiped the cum off her face and put the cum soaked fingers into her mouth licking them clean.