Special Delivery

He looked cute in his photo. Smiling, without a mask like an Uber driver, or a dating profile.

He knocked, then backed up to the screen door. Holding up his phone to take a picture of the delivery.

I checked my hair, and mask, then leaned out in my robe. Braless breasts barely held back, he looked up, and I smiled. “You have to prove that it was delivered?”

“Not right away.” He aimed his phone over, and down the front of my robe. I waited for him to snap the picture. “It’s easy to get lost in this neighborhood.” He made excuses, but I straightened up. So to speak.

“If you wouldn’t mind cumming in, and giving me a hand…” I backed up, slipping the single overhand knot out of my belt. “Close the door.” He swung the screen door shut, but the whole porch was screened in to keep the mosquitos out. He took another picture of my leg sticking out. “Let me see that.” Posed, with a nipple showing, and he grabbed our lunch off the table to bring it in.

I typed in my husband’s number, and [Special delivery.] Sent him a picture posing in the living room. [Hurry home.] Sent it, and gave him his phone back. “The coffee table’s fine.”

“Who’d you send this to?” He checked my phone.

“My husband,” I sat on the coffee table, and spread my robe open with my legs. “Huh, we better hurry, before he gets home.”

“So, he likes you cheating on him?” He tucked it in his pocket for later, and started undoing his pants.

“It’s not cheating if I ask permission.” But yeah, we’ve got a marriage like that. He likes the cum, or the smell of another man’s cum on my body.

“So, you’re talking about a hand job.” He fished it out, “Right?” I offered to let him give me a Hand when I was talking him in, but of course. He let me suck on it to get it wet first.

“Smup! Huh!” I grinned, and wiped my mouth. “Is that all right?” I squeezed it, so the head bulged. “I’ll give you a big tip, too.”

“Uh, huh! Show me your tits!” Already pretty chubby, it swelled up, and slipped through my fingers. “Huh, yeah. Nice big titties.” I just closed my eyes, tuned him out, when I don’t need the dirty talk. Not from him, he doesn’t know me well enough to say the right things, what I want to hear, but if it helps him get in the mood. I didn’t say thanks, but I didn’t hear any complaints. The kids are at school, and my husband’s at work, so I’m here all alone. “Huh, huh!” He panted, and started humping my hand, so my spit crackled, and slipped.

“Ptooh!” I spit in my other palm, and dug his balls out with my fingers. “Huh, you should shave your balls.” I rubbed them in my wet palm.

“You like that?”

“Huh, yeah. I want to suck your balls, but I hate getting hair in my mouth.”

“Uh, I’m getting close. God, you’re a hot horny housewife.”

“And mother. Mother fucker. Huh, you want to fuck me?”

“Yeah, you’re definitely a mom I’d like to fuck, faster. Uh faster, uh huh!” It didn’t take long to feel his balls shrink up, and twitch. His taint hard against my fingertips, and the first wad bulging up his urethra.

“Huh!” I put my head up, and held it down. Felt it splash hot wet, and sticky on my neck. Running down my chest, and he bent his knees. Still shaking, but he grabbed my breasts. Cupped them, and squeezed them around his dripping, wilting dick. “Huh!”

“Uh!” He humped them once, but gone soft like that, it just rolled to the side, and down one tit.

“Let go. Huh, you’re done.” I lay back on the table, careful not to touch it. Wiped my thumb off my robe. “Lock the door on your way out.”

“You mind if I come back?”

“Call my husband,” if he’s got the balls. “You’ve got his number.” He better shave them first.

Pulling out my panties to slip my fingers in, but another man’s cum, inside me. “Uh!” I’m so wet, and loose, I take 2 fingers easily. “Hurry up, Gordon. Don’t keep me waiting. Hurry home and fuck me. I need you so bad, and I’m sorry I couldn’t wait. Don’t be jealous.”

I practiced the dirty talk, and it kept me horny until I head him pull up out front. I sat up, and wiped my fingers off on my robe. Crossing, and belting it, then shaking the girls in to pull it tighter.

“What’s this?” He came in, smiling.

“Panera, I didn’t want to cook.”

“Special delivery?” I just inched my finger for him to come over, get on his knees, and grabbed his head.

“See for yourself.” Holding open the flap to bury his face in my hot heaving cum covered chest.

“SNH! Huh, you dirty slut. You couldn’t wait?”

“I told you to hurry!” He pushed me back. His pants open, and slapping my calf with the end of his belt.

“You don’t deserve this.” He got up, and sank in.

“UH!” Gripping my hips to pull me back, then sank in again. So hard he spanked into me with thrust after passionate thrust. “Uh god! Yeah, I need it though! Thank you, thank you for giving me your cock! Uh, fuck! Me, oh god! Fuck me, fuck me yeah! Fuck me Donald.”

“GRH! WHosh ths Donald?” I shook my head, but he hissed through his clenched teeth, and even sprayed a little spit out on my tummy, but that just made him pound me harder! “He doesn’t FUCK!”

“Uhn!”

“You like this?”

“No! I never fucked him, I swear, I just sucked him off!”

“HUH!” He sank in, “Uh!” Made that adorable face, he makes when he’s blasting my cervix with his baby batter. “Huh!” He collapsed, panting breathlessly, and I held him.

“Oh, I love you so much.” I just smelled his sweat, and kissed his neck. Licked it just to taste his salty passion, his jealousy, and relief when he took it out on me. “You know that I would never leave you, that I’ll never find a man to satisfy me the way you do.”

“Huh!” He caught his breath, and slipped out. With a little wet dribble to run down my crack. “Yeah,” he grinned, “And you know I love your ass.”

“Well,” I grinned, “If you love it so much, why don’t you kiss it?”

“Your fat ass,” he picked up my legs, and pulled me out even further to go down for desert. Eating out my cream pie, then getting down, and dirty. “No wonder you’ve got such a potty mouth. Your shit eating grin. You are what you eat, asshole.”

“Huh, ahahah!” He got up, and I mean he got it up. Quickly, he loves his cum too. Of course, it’s not safe to eat another man’s, but he can imagine that, I let any other man cum inside me. he just smells it on me, and it drives him wild, but he had to stop. Just a moment to pull out a rubber, and roll it on.

“Uh, huh! Slowly, ngh! Inh!” It was my turn to clench my teeth, and tell myself to relax. “Hn, it’s in, uh! Fuck, it’s so big!”

“You’re so tight, so I know you haven’t been bending over for every man that knocks on your door. Your back door, you don’t take deliveries in the rear?”

“Ihn!” I slammed shut, spasming, and puckering hungrily, but he put my arms down, to the side. “Turn over.” So he could take me from behind. Roughly, and a little painfully, but not too hard. Just the way I liked it, but I couldn’t breathe well enough to tell him what I wanted. More, deeper, harder, longer, faster, but he knew just how to fuck me, so I didn’t have to.

“UH! FUGH! I’M CUMMING!”

“Ihn!” I just relaxed, and hugged the table. Felt the warm hard wood against my face, and the oxygen flooding in now that I could really catch my breath, but he came all over my back. Bent over to lick that up, too.

“Whew!” he patted my ass, and picked up the bag. “So, what you get me?”

I got up, still a little too weak in the knees to stand up, but half crawled over to the sofa. “Huh, hun?” I shook my head, “Just a sandwich, but could you bring me a beer?”

“Sure thing, sweet cheeks.” He gave me another nice pat, and went back in the kitchen, to crack me a cold one.

“Thanks.”

He checked his phone. “I have to get back, but I’ll see you after work?”

“Huh, yeah.”

“You order any more special deliveries?”

“Not yet, why? You think I should?”

“I swear, you’re going to shop us into the poorhouse, but.” He got out his wallet, and threw a few bills on the table. “Get yourself something nice. You whore.”

“Oh, I will.” I grinned, and got out my salad. Washed it down with a beer, and took a shower. Douched, enemaed, and then I came back out to see what else I could get delivered.

Of course, most of the delivery guys aren’t that cute, and some of them are girls, but if I’m lucky…

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