Paul still hadn't recovered from the last round of wishes with Frauke. Both mentally and physically, he felt things that he had not yet discovered in himself. Of course, he still loved the dirty beast as intensely as before, maybe even a little more, but at the same time he couldn't help but think of revenge every time he had her around. He had briefly thought about following her into the bathroom that night four days ago and shooting his load on her ass in the shower, but somehow that wouldn't have been right. It had to be something more out there to satisfy his cravings, and the right idea had come to him after a few hours of nighttime thinking.
"Honey?"
"Yes, Paul?"
"The postman will be here in a few minutes. I've ordered you something nice, and it would be great if you could receive it yourself."
"Uh, I was just going to take a shower. I'm already naked."
"Perfect. I want you to open the door for the postman in your towel. And if you take the parcel out of his hand, you'll have an embarrassing little accident because you'll drop the towel in front of him."
I want you to ... was, of course, the code word with which the two of them expressed their previously agreed weekly sex wish, and by Paul's standards it was pretty cheeky and wild. She could make something of this, Frauke thought. What Paul couldn't have guessed was that she wanted to drive him to do something like that. Of course, she would be embarrassed at first to show herself naked to the postman, but she wanted to tease some kinkiness out of him.
"OK, Paul. If that's what you want, then the courier will have a particularly nice workday today."
Paul naturally wanted to punish her for still not letting him cum after the hot encounter the other day, but if she was already naked, they would surely end up in bed together after something like that. Somehow, he'd always had the feeling that Frauke had a bit of an exhibitionist streak. He could certainly use that to his advantage.
"Ding-dong - front door has a visitor", the newfangled bell rang. Paul positioned himself at the back of the hallway and let Frauke go first. She opened the door for the postman and, just as he had hoped, it was a young man from some subcontractor who they would probably never see again and who was certainly not averse to a little attractive distraction. He had almost turned around and was on his way back to his van when he realized out of the corner of his eye what he was looking at.
Frauke smiled and took the package from his hand, which he held for a moment longer than would have been necessary for the handover. During their brief connection, Frauke looked him in the eye and smiled warmly and joyfully at him. She made a small movement with her upper body that only Paul at the back of the hall noticed. In doing so, however, she provoked exactly the "accident" her husband had wanted her to have. The towel started to slip. Very slowly and imperceptibly at first, but when the knot had slipped the first few centimetres over her breasts, it pulled apart and the towel could no longer resist gravity.
A second later, Frauke was standing completely naked in front of the courier. They both still had one hand on the parcel and Frauke continued to look deep into his eyes and smile, although her heart was of course pounding in her throat. You couldn't tell that anything had happened, but you could see the battle going on in the other person's face. In front of him was an attractive, naked woman whose body he naturally wanted to see. On the other hand, he was an employee of a service company and there was no way he could afford to catch a harassment complaint. That would surely have been the immediate end of his employment.
"Go on, have a look!" Frauke put him out of his misery. Of course, he didn't need to be told twice and ran his eyes over the customer standing in front of him. A pretty face with just the right amount of freckles, an elegant neck, and there they were: two wonderful, teardrop-shaped, full breasts with pointed, erect nipples. So she wasn't completely unaffected by the situation either. His gaze lingered on the breasts for a moment, and he imagined what it would feel like to knead them. Soft, but firm at the same time; he would feel how stiff her nipples were in his palms, how warm and soft the skin was. He felt a tingling in his balls and his cock began to grow.
His gaze continued to wander down her body. Her belly had a small bulge, but for him that was simply part of being such a curvy woman. Nevertheless, her waist was relatively narrow and together with her hips she had a wonderful hourglass figure. Her but would surely be great, but he could only guess that at the moment. She had styled her hair into a triangle between her legs today, next to which a few stubbles were already visible. Frauke would have shaved in the shower today, but she hadn't got around to it yet because of Paul's request. Her slit was visible under her hairstyle. He would have loved to run his index finger through it to see if she was already wet, but he certainly wouldn't do that without an invitation.
