Apology for the mailman ...
After coming home from work one day, I felt especially frisky. My husband wasn’t to be home for a few more hours, so I undressed, sat on the couch and started massaging my tits. At first I began gently, but I like to squeeze them and grab the nipples. While my left hand was still stroking over my tits, my right hand worked its way down to my lap and I started massaging my clit. I began moaning with the pleasure.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. Startled I got up and went to get it, caught up in the pleasure of the moment, I didn’t think about grabbing anything to cover my hanging tits or my pussy. The mailman I opened the door for immediately blushed and mumbled:
“Sorry!”
He was about 25 years old, somewhat shorter and slimmer than my husband and held a small package in his hand. I followed his gaze, which was locked to my melons.
“Oh no, it is me who should be sorry! I forgot to put something on.” Then I showed him the fingers from my right hand. “And my perverted fingers are covered in pussy juice. How can I make it up to you?”
He started mumbling and stuttering, and his face grew even redder than before. But I also noticed the bulge in his pants growing.
I pointed at his crotch and exclaimed: “Excellent idea! I will give you a titjob as an apology. Come on in.”
I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, almost throwing him on the couch. He was still to perplexed about the situation, but his cock was ready to go – it tried to burst out of his pants. I quickly relieved him from the burden of clothing and a very nice, 6 inch dick jumped out. Just a little bit smaller than my husbands, but nicely thick and ready for action. It was already wet with precum and when I brought my tits up to wrap it, the guy quickly gasped.
“Oh shit.”
Smothering his pecker with my big melons, I worked the babies up and down his shaft. I alternated between looking or spiting on his dick and looking him in the eyes. He was completely mesmerized by the huge boobs hugging his cock.
His breathing pattern changed, and I knew he wouldn’t take much longer. I pressed my tits more firmly against his throbbing dick and bent forward to take the head in my mouth, sucking hard. He groaned and flinched, but very soon the pressure was too much for him to resist the orgasm. He sprayed multiple waves of cum into my mouth.
I stood up and started mumbling – because I wanted to keep his sperm on my tongue: “I hope you accept my apology. Have a nice day.”
He sighed and pulled his pants up. “Of … course. Thank you.”
I spit his cum on my hand and started rubbing it all over my tits. “No, no, I have to thank you. I really needed that package.”
He smiled, for the first time actually, finally acknowledging that I am a naughty wife. While I escorted him to the door, my right hand started to feel for my pussy, still covered in his cum. I waved him goodbye and went back to sit down in the spot I just pleasured him in. My hands ran all over my body, smearing his sperm everywhere. The smell of his cock was still lingering in the air and I quickly finished my own orgasm with the taste of a strangers cum in my mouth. Fun.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. Startled I got up and went to get it, caught up in the pleasure of the moment, I didn’t think about grabbing anything to cover my hanging tits or my pussy. The mailman I opened the door for immediately blushed and mumbled:
“Sorry!”
He was about 25 years old, somewhat shorter and slimmer than my husband and held a small package in his hand. I followed his gaze, which was locked to my melons.
“Oh no, it is me who should be sorry! I forgot to put something on.” Then I showed him the fingers from my right hand. “And my perverted fingers are covered in pussy juice. How can I make it up to you?”
He started mumbling and stuttering, and his face grew even redder than before. But I also noticed the bulge in his pants growing.
I pointed at his crotch and exclaimed: “Excellent idea! I will give you a titjob as an apology. Come on in.”
I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, almost throwing him on the couch. He was still to perplexed about the situation, but his cock was ready to go – it tried to burst out of his pants. I quickly relieved him from the burden of clothing and a very nice, 6 inch dick jumped out. Just a little bit smaller than my husbands, but nicely thick and ready for action. It was already wet with precum and when I brought my tits up to wrap it, the guy quickly gasped.
“Oh shit.”
Smothering his pecker with my big melons, I worked the babies up and down his shaft. I alternated between looking or spiting on his dick and looking him in the eyes. He was completely mesmerized by the huge boobs hugging his cock.
His breathing pattern changed, and I knew he wouldn’t take much longer. I pressed my tits more firmly against his throbbing dick and bent forward to take the head in my mouth, sucking hard. He groaned and flinched, but very soon the pressure was too much for him to resist the orgasm. He sprayed multiple waves of cum into my mouth.
I stood up and started mumbling – because I wanted to keep his sperm on my tongue: “I hope you accept my apology. Have a nice day.”
He sighed and pulled his pants up. “Of … course. Thank you.”
I spit his cum on my hand and started rubbing it all over my tits. “No, no, I have to thank you. I really needed that package.”
He smiled, for the first time actually, finally acknowledging that I am a naughty wife. While I escorted him to the door, my right hand started to feel for my pussy, still covered in his cum. I waved him goodbye and went back to sit down in the spot I just pleasured him in. My hands ran all over my body, smearing his sperm everywhere. The smell of his cock was still lingering in the air and I quickly finished my own orgasm with the taste of a strangers cum in my mouth. Fun.
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