Okay, so this is one starts out as a 'delivery driver' story but it changes at the end, so keep reading if you like a bit of cuck kink.
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Mike set off up the stairs as usual. It has been eight months since he so much as looked at Sharon in that way.
She was always tired from her long shifts, and he was always busy with work. He had started sleeping in the spare bedroom, when their shifts collided, where he could escape from the constant demands of her high sex drive and indulge in his own private, selfish pleasures, ignoring her needs, ignoring her need for attention and... a good seeing to!
Sharon heard the door of the spare room click shut and sighed. She missed the days when they were close, when they used to laugh and touch and fuck. She had tried to spice things up a few times, but Mike was either too tired or too engrossed in whatever was on his laptop. She knew it was probably other women he was chatting with, but she didn’t care anymore. She was so desperate for some kind of affection that even the thought of confrontation didn’t bother her. All she wanted was to feel like a woman again.
The thought of the Chinese food she had ordered online, reminds her that she has to tip the delivery man. She had just come out of the shower, her skin still glistening with moisture. Her curly hair falls in soft waves down her back. She slips on her favourite dressing gown, the one that barely covers her ample breasts and had a conveniently short hemline that reveals her shaved pussy if she bent over. She had bought it before Mike had lost interest, when she still had the body of a porn star, and she liked to wear it when Mike was around to remind him of what he was missing.
When the doorbell rang, she padded to the door, feeling the soft fabric of the gown brush against her skin. She peeked through the peephole and saw the delivery man standing there, a tall young guy with tattoos in a tight t-shirt and a cheeky smile and a body that made her ache for more than just the food in his hands. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
"That'll be..." he says looking at the ticket taped to the bag, "oh, never mind, it's paid for." he continues looking up and seeing Sharon's ample tits, naked in the doorway.
She gasps, but he just grins, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight of her big, round tits and the neat triangle of hair above her pussy. She could see the bulge in his pants growing and knew he liked what he saw.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said, trying to pull the gown back together. But as she did, she caught the door handle with the fabric, and the whole thing came off, leaving her standing there, naked as the day she was born.
The delivery man’s eyes went wide, and she could see the shock in his face. But there was something else there. He had seen her, and she knew he liked it. She felt a thrill of power, and without thinking, she leaned against the door frame, one hand on her hip, the other playing with the neckline of the gown that had pooled at her feet.
“I’m just giving you a little extra tip tonight,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
The delivery guy looked over his shoulder and looked at his car like he was about to bolt, but she stepped forward, pressing the tip money into his hand. She could feel the heat of his palm as it brushed against her skin, and she knew that he was looking at her with more than just hunger. She liked the way he looked at her, like she was a hot MILF.
“Keep it, I insist,” she said, her voice a purr.
He nodded, his eyes still on her breasts, and she watched as he swallowed hard. She stepped back, allowing him to leave, but not before giving him a good look at her ass as she bent to pick up the food. She heard him stumble down the path, and she couldn’t help but smile. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at her that way.
But as she closed the door and turned around, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the hallway mirror. Her tits were hanging down, the nipples hard from the cold air, and her pussy was glistening with wetness. She looked like a slut, standing there in her open dressing gown, and she liked it.
The sound of Mike’s laptop typing echoed through the house, and she knew he was up there, chatting away with some woman on the other side of the screen. It made her mad, but it also made her hot. The thought of him getting turned on by someone else while she was down here, desperate for his touch, was a powerful aphrodisiac.
She decided to call the delivery man back. It was a spur of the moment decision, fuelled by anger and loneliness and a desperate need to feel desired again. She hurried to the door, her heart racing, and threw it open.
“Hey, wait!” she called down the path.
The man looked back, his eyes going wide again when he saw her still naked. She beckoned him with a finger, and he trotted back up to her, his eyes glued to her body.
“I forgot to ask if you liked the view,” she says, smiling sweetly.
He nodded, unable to form words. She stepped aside and let him into the house, closing the door behind him. He followed her into the kitchen, his eyes never leaving her body. She put the food on the counter and turned to face him, her dressing gown still open.
“You know, my husband is always busy with his laptop,” she said, running her fingers down her stomach to the soft mound of her pussy. “But I’m always here, waiting for some attention.”
The man’s cock was straining against his pants now, and she could see the outline of it, thick and long. She licked her lips and stepped closer to him, her hand reaching out to trace the length of his shaft.
“You can have me, if you want,” she whispers.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He grabbed her around the waist and pushed her up against the counter, his mouth on hers. He tasted faintly of mint and something else, something exotic, and she kissed him back with all the passion she had been holding in. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts and cupping her ass. She moaned into his mouth, feeling alive for the first time in months.
He pulled away and began to undress, his eyes never leaving hers. He was fit, his chest muscular and hairless. She could see the veins in his cock, standing at attention, and she licked her lips.
“I’m going to make you feel so good,” she promised.
He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. She took his cock in her hand and stroked it gently, watching the pleasure play across his face. It was thick and heavy, and she knew that it would fill her up completely. She leaned down and took the tip in her mouth, feeling the warmth of his skin against her tongue.
He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she took more of him into her mouth. She sucked and licked, savouring the taste of him, feeling the power she had over him. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed giving head, how much control it gave her. She could make him come with just her mouth, and she knew that she would.
But she didn’t want to end it so quickly. She wanted to feel him inside her, to feel the connection that she had been missing. She stood up and turned around, bending over the counter.
“Fuck me,” she ordered, her voice firm.
He didn’t argue. He stepped closer and pressed the head of his cock against her wet pussy. She pushed back, taking him in inch by inch until he was fully seated inside her. He was so much bigger than Mike, and she felt stretched and full in the best possible way.
He began to thrust, and she moaned, the sound echoing through the empty house. She knew Mike could hear them, and that just made her wetter. She pushed back against him, her hips meeting his with every stroke. She felt her orgasm building, the tension coiling in her belly like a spring ready to snap.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she shouted, her voice raw with passion.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto him, fucking her harder and deeper. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass, and she knew he was close, too. She reached down and played with her clit, her other hand gripping the counter for balance.
The orgasm hit her like a wave, and she screamed, her whole body shaking. He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing inside her as he came.
They stood there for a moment, both panting and spent. She could feel his cum dripping down her thighs, and she didn’t care. It was the most alive she had felt in a long time.
Finally, he pulled out, and she turned to face him. He was smiling, and she knew that she had given him a night he would never forget.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice still breathless.
He nodded, and she watched as he pulled on his clothes and heard a squeak at the kitchen door.
Mike had been watching the whole time.
Without a word, he walked slowly across the kitchen and Sharon looked at the delivery guy, not knowing what to expect.
Mike dropped to his knees behind his wife and started to slurp at her cunt, greedy for the filthy jizz she had taken, greedy for the cum this stranger had just filled his wife with.
From that moment, Sharon knew her husband had changed and she was filled with the excitement of how they could explore this. |
