The Fedex Delivery Guy

As a thirty- four year old blonde haired,brown eyed married mother of two children, I was a year into the open marriage decision with my husband. Still a bit tentative about having sexual encounters with other men, but becoming more adventurous as time passed.

With my husband's encouragement and approval, I was dressing more provocatively, flirting with men, meeting one of my insurance clients on several occasions for a bit of adult fun.

At five-seven with a 36D-26-38 figure I was receiving my fair share of attention from my male colleagues, clients, friends and other men who were complete strangers, especially when I was alone or on a girl's night out.

It was early November, and we were ordering Christmas presents online, most of which were delivered by FedEx, and the driver was a very handsome man in his late twenties or early thirties with jet black hair, deep blue eyes, and a lean muscular build. He always had a big, bright smile, when he knocked at our door, and was very friendly, talkative, when I signed for the deliveries, not rushing away like he did when my husband or children were home.

One evening while my husband and I were talking about our day, I mentioned that Dustin had been by, with several gifts we'd ordered which were hid in our closet, and we had a nice conversation about the amount of people who were shopping early for the holidays, where I worked, and the fact that he knew my husband was a policeman. My husband grinned telling me Dustin was sweet on me, and was testing the waters to see if I might be interested in him.

I laughed saying he was just being friendly, but he was a nice guy, very good looking, but he was married with two children of his own, and one on the way.

My husband said the only way to prove him wrong was to give Dustin a little opening and see how he reacted. Then take it as far as I dared. So I asked him what he would do if things progressed the way he thought. He answered that I would probably end up messing up Dustin's delivery schedule for at least that day, and end up getting fucked, laughing as he saw the look on my face, when I started blushing.

The next few deliveries Dustin made I thought about the conversation with my husband, and started flirting a little while we talked on the porch, our little talks became longer, I gave him my business card with my office and cell number on it, telling him I'd be happy to help with his family's insurance needs and that he should give me a call.

On Saturday my husband was working, the children were spending the weekend with the youth group from church, and I had just finished my shower, hair, and was wearing my long cotton robe with my first cup of coffee in hand when I heard a truck pull up in the driveway, and Saw Dustin walking through the yard towards our front porch carrying an arm full of packages. I opened the front door before he could knock and was greeted with his dazzling smile and held the storm door open telling him good morning, asking what kinds of goodies he had brought me today. He set the boxes down inside the doorway saying there were two more and he'd be right back, hurrying back to his truck to get them.

That morning it was cloudy, cool, and drizzling rain, I was holding the storm door open barefoot, in nothing but my robe as Dustin came back stepped just inside the door and put the packages down by the others and told me how lovely I looked today. shivering as water dripped down the back of his neck. His hat was soaked, his hair was too, so I asked if I could bring him a towel to dry off and if he had time I had freshly brewed coffee in the kitchen.

He said a towel would be great, but I would really appreciate a cup of hot coffee, I was bent over picking up a few of the packages, and Dustin without being asked picked up the others, explaining they were heavy asking where he should put them. He set them on kitchen table and took the towel I had for him, removing his hat, drying his thick, black hair, watching me as I took a cup from the cabinet and poured his coffee. Between carrying the boxes I'd picked up, and taking his cup from the cabinet, the top of my robe had fallen open just enough to show I wasn't wearing anything under it, and Dustin noticed it as he sipped his coffee, and asked where everyone was this morning.

I answered that my husband was working, the children were on a youth group trip, so I was on my own for the day, asking him how long he was working today. He was paying a lot of attention to the gap at the top of my robe, which I hadn't fixed, and told me again I looked very lovely this morning thanking me for the towel and hot coffee.

We were standing across from each other, the center island between us when I thought about what my husband had said about Dustin fucking me if I gave him the opportunity, so I leaned down with my elbows on the center island, the gap in my robe falling open even more and asked Dustin if he wanted more coffee, smiling as he stared at my cleavage.

He walked around the island, set his cup by the coffee pot and said he didn't want coffee, but he was dying to know what I had on under my robe. I tried to feign innocence, telling him his wife was pregnant and at home waiting for him, and he answered she was, and my husband was a cop, my children were on a retreat, but what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them as he asked again what I was wearing beneath my robe.

When I told him to come see he stepped closer undoing the sash holding it closed, pulling my robe open, saying nothing but skin pushing it off of my shoulders as I leaned back asking if this was okay with him.

He answered oh yes as he lifted me up on the island, and stood between my thighs caressing my breasts, kissing me softly, our tongues swirling in a slow warm, hungry kiss.

As our kisses grew harder, I lifted his shirt up, his lean muscular abdomen, chest covered with thick, soft black hair and his shoulders were corded with rippling bands of muscles. When his shirt hit the floor he had his belt and pants undone and I could feel his erection through his underwear pressing against my inner thigh, and tugged them down releasing his hard shaft, telling him I wanted him inside me. Dustin pulled me to the edge of the island and started rubbing the head up and down the lips of my pussy, teasing me as he dipped the engorged head in me just enough to make me raise my hips to meet him before pulling away. He was driving me wild, telling me he was going to fuck me hard and long when he was ready.

I started rubbing my clit, pinching and pulling on my nipples telling him I wanted him to fuck me as my whole body trembled from orgasm.

Dustin started thrusting our bodies slapping together loudly his hard shaft sliding between the hot, wet, folds. With my thighs draped over his arms he pounded me until sweat was dripping from his face, smiling as he told me how wet and tight I was. He pulled out and covered my stomach with a copious amount of hot, thick, milky white semen, which he dipped his fingers in and asked me to taste, when I sucked his fingers clean swallowed and smiled, his deep blue eyes sparkled with lust.

He used the same towel to wipe his semen from my stomach he'd dried his hair with earlier and said he was way off schedule for the day, but that was fine. I hopped down from the island and asked if we were done, that I wanted more, and I wished he'd stay, but I understood if he couldn't gave him a big hug and kiss, and walked into the den naked, telling him if he wanted, I would love to make sure he was very happy when he left.

Dustin finally left around three hours later, and finished delivering his packages.

We found a better way to get together for a while, and now we're just friends who share memories with one another.