The following accounts we're not my observations but Suzie's retelling to me, Jim, since I was working and not always a part of Suzie's days at home. I've put the narrative in the third person. Alas, for your pleasure, my hotwife....)
To Suzie, the front door was a gateway to adventure....
She had made a quick connection with Troy, their mail carrier and he dropped the mail and dropped his pants for her on a regular basis. But now Troy got assigned to another route and today ended the mystery as to his replacement.
On the sofa watching out the bay window it was like a movie premiere. She'd run back and forth trying not to miss his arrival but around noon nothing could distract her and she had to maintain her post.
Two things could harsh her anticipation:
a female carrier but she wouldn't totally rule that out.
an unattractive carrier and even that was negotiable depending on the size of his dick.
The wait would soon be over as his truck pulled up across the street. When he got out...the clouds parted, the sun shined and angels sang....
He was young, tall, sandy haired and beachcomber good looking. She had hit the jackpot and given the seal of approval to Troy's replacement.
Now came the next challenge: co-opt his sense of decorum and to aid in that she wore short shorts with just a sliver of white panty peeking out and a loose cotton top that barely hung onto her scrumptious tits, a glimpse of coming attractions.
Coming up the walkway to her mail slot she opened the door to greet him. "Hi!" she said almost falling out the screen door. "I can take that."
"Sure, here you go," he said as she posed with plenty of leg in the doorway.
"So you're the new guy!?"
"Yup, this is my first route. Well have a nic..."
As he turned to go, "Say, would you like something cold to drink?" she asked, "just as a welcome to the neighborhood?"
"Thanks but I gotta keep things moving."
She opened the door a little farther and seeing all of her he paused and when he did she ran her hand down her thigh. He still had all his hormones in tact and he wasn't blind.
"Sure, why not, a quick one."
She had him take the door so he could watch her rear end move. Stronger willed men than he had tried and failed to avoid its gravitational pull.
She pulled out a chair from the dining room table and he sat. From this level his gaze was filled with all of her spectacular body.
"Lemonade?" she offered.
"Sure, sounds good. Oh I'm Ben, by the way."
"Hi Ben," and as she set down the glass she leaned over and offered a better view of her cleavage.
"I'm Suzie, but you probably already read that off my mail." The tone and timbre of her voice changed and as she sat she could easily read his interest. He was now locked into orbit around her.
"I'm so happy to have you in the neighborhood. Can I get you anything else," she said so softly and standing next to him, barely touching his arm with her leg. At that moment he had touched down on planet Suzie.
Forgetting who he was and what he was supposed to be doing he reflexively put his hand on her beautiful ass and she bent over and stuck her tongue in his mouth and he tasted her nectar and wanted more.
He stood up and as he did he lifted her top off in one motion and tossed it on the floor. She had no bra and her tits remained upright and her nipples taut. He urgently licked and sucked her, working down towards her G spot and she trembling with excitement as he got closer.
Her shorts were gone in an instant and he lifted her small frame up on the kitchen counter and ate her pussy and three fingered her until she screamed with ecstasy at climax.
She leapt off the counter into his arms and sliding down him she tore away at his pants, eventually taking him in her mouth. She was voracious and relentless and he'd never had a blowjob like that.
It got him so charged he bent her over the dining room table, much like Troy used to do, and fucked the shit out of her...and she loved it. She came again and he followed, grabbing her by the hair and unloading his cum all over face.
"Oh, fuck, Ben, that was good," she said amongst the huge amount of cum he put out. "Can we make this a regular stop on your route?"
"Fuck yes," he said, "but I have a confession to make. Troy told me all about you and your husband, so I knew. There was a big argument over who got this route so we drew numbers out of a hat and, can you believe it, the new guy won!! But now I understand why they were fighting. You are a fucking wet dream. Even my girlfriend doesn't fuck me like that."
He walked to the door, "I'm behind so I better get going. You were fantastic...see you soon, hottie."
"Bye, baby." When he was gone she thought to herself, 'They were fighting over me at the post office? That is too good.'
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Every once and awhile a couple of guys wearing white shirts, black ties and backpacks would traverse the neighborhood from door to door, leaving religious tracts and occasionally drawing the homeowner into conversation about them.
