Fucking the Mailman

[xxerikamariexx]

Erika Morgan was in her mid forties. She had hit a slump in her life. Her husband was always away on business. Most nights she spent the night alone in her bed. And when her husband was home there was definitely no sexual activities going on. This week in particular was particular depressing. Her son was away at college orientation and her husband was on a week long business trip which left Erika Morgan home alone.

Her mailman was a cutie. She may be married but she had wandering eyes. He wasn't young but he wasn't her age either, somewhere in the middle. They often flirt when he comes to deliver the mail but it was innocent flirting. For a woman in her mid forties, Erika Morgan looked pretty damned fine. She had a killer rack and a round, slapable ass. Not to mention fuckable too.

She heard her gate open so she opened her front door and headed out to meet the mailman. Although it was fall, it felt like summer. She had beads of sweat dripping down her chest. Her short jean shorts hugged her very round and thick ass. And as she walked down the driveway, her round, swollen 38DD tits jiggled.

"Hey there, Mr.Mailman." She smiled flirtatiously.

ooc: sample PM please

 

[englishkev]

Walking toward the driveway of the next house, Pete was enjoying the fall heat. It wasn't the kind of job he'd thought he'd be doing at 36 back when he was 18, but it was outdoors and sometimes - like today - it was pretty hard to beat wandering around all day and getting paid for it. Not so good when it rained, of course, but he'd always figured you take the ups with the downs.

Drifting back out of his reverie he realised the lady from the house he was heading toward had come out to meet him and had said hello, and glanced up spotting her large breasts and thick round ass, mentally trying to work out when he'd last slept with a woman.

"Umm, hey... " he muttered, realising he'd been staring at her chest and quickly looking down at the bundle of letters in his hand and checking the name. "Mrs Morgan? These are for you. I have a couple for Mr Morgan too - two signature items. Is he in to sign for them, or you can sign if you prefer?"

With that he started walking up the driveway toward her, noticing the tightness of her shorts and the glistening beads of sweat on her chest, trying to look but without being too obvious.

 

[xxerikamariexx]

Days like these were when Erika Morgan hated living in the desert. It was October but it felt like mid July. It was dry and blazing hot. As she walked down the driveway to meet her mailman, the beads of sweat rolled down her chest, disappearing in between the small valley between her breasts. "Hey." She smiled as she took her mail from the mailman. She nodded as he asked about Mr.Morgan. "He's away on business again....." She said with the roll of her eyes. She loved her husband but he was always away. And when he was home, it was like he was away, because they were NEVER intimate.

Her jean shorts clung to her legs as she greeted him at the gate. Her large, swollen 38DD breasts were barley contained in that top. It looked as if they would fall out at any given moment.

 

[englishkev]

"Away again? Your husband has his priorities all wrong - if you don't mind my saying so Mrs Morgan. It can't be a lot of fun for him living out of a hotel room, but I guess it gives you some space and time of your own at least."

As he'd been talking, he'd been struggling to not keep glancing down at her full breasts; she was a few years older than him, he'd guess, but she looked like she'd taken really good care of her body. Rummaging in his mailbag as an excuse to look downward he ran his eyes over her legs once again and noticed the denim clinging to her thighs, wondering - not for the first time - what she'd look like naked. "Ah well," he thought, "another fantasy to keep me company this evening!"

"Say, Mrs Morgan - would you mind refilling my water bottle real quick? It's an awful hot day and I guess I was thirstier than I realised - I'm all out."

 

[xxerikamariexx]

"I don't mind you saying so at all." She said with a smile. He was right though. Her husband's priorities were all screwed up. He was never home and when he was, they weren't even intimate. It was as if he was not interested in their marriage or being together intimately and Erika had just had enough of it. She was used to being alone by now.

She could see the mailman looking down at her large breasts but she didn't even mind. It had been so long since any man looked at her sexually. She found that she missed it, a lot. She took the mail from him and put it under her arm.

"Come on in. You probably can spare a few minutes. I'll give you something to drink and something to eat."

 

[englishkev]

He had to admit; the offer to come inside started thoughts running through his head that weren't entirely related to the empty water bottle he was holding, half-forgotten in his reverie - but he managed to pull his thoughts together once again and thank Mrs Morgan for the offer. He could probably spare a few minutes - more than a few, to be honest - before anyone noticed. He'd been jogging the round to try and stay fit the past few weeks, and though today had been a bit hot for running the whole way he'd still kept up a fairly brisk pace.

"Thanks, Mrs Morgan - that'd be great. I never realised when I started this job quite how much of an appetite I'd wind up with! And... I'm sorry if I overstepped the mark just there. I'm sure your husband would rather be at home with you than away working, but it's none of my business."

 

[xxerikamariexx]

"You didn't overstep your mark there at all. You're actually right." She said as she helped him inside. She got him some lemonade as well as some fresh cookies she had cooked earlier in the day. She sat down on the chair, the sweat beads dripping down her chest a little bit and disappearing into the valley between her breasts.

"He loves his work more than he loves me. And when he's home, it's like I don't even exist. Maybe it's my old age that he's finding me unattractive, I don't know." She shrugged her shoulders a little bit.

 

[englishkev]

He stared for a second at the little beads of sweat running down her cleavage and then kicked himself mentally once again; what was wrong with him? He could really do without the hassle of some customer complaining that he'd been inappropriate - though he admitted with a half-smile that it wasn't exactly hard to figure out why he'd been distracted. What a great figure, and how much he'd love to catch even just one of those little droplets with his tongue.

"Old age? Hah. Seriously, Mrs Morgan... I don't know a way to say this that wouldn't get me fired for saying it, so please don't take it the wrong way and forgive me if I offend you, but... well, you're pretty damn stunning. He's a lucky, lucky guy and if he doesn't appreciate that then he's an idiot."

Taking a bite of one of the cookies and washing it down with a sip of lemonade, he added "and you make pretty damn good cookies too!" to try and keep the whole thing lighthearted enough that he wouldn't end up suspended by the post office if she told them what'd been said.

 

[xxerikamariexx]

"Thank you for saying that. It's not inappropriate." She said with a smile. She blushed a little. It had been a long time since anyone said that to her. Her husband was always away and never noticed her body. She wished he would but he didn't. "You're pretty hot yourself." She said with a soft smile. Her mailman had always been pretty sexy. She was married but she did notice men like her mailman.

 

[englishkev]

"Hah... this old body? It's seen better days... I barely even have a 6-pack anymore!" he replied, flattered and pleased. Being noticed by ladies is nice, especially when they're the kind you'd like to spend a while naked with.

As he spoke, he ran his eyes once more over Mrs Morgan's body. She really *had* kept herself in shape; he wasn't sure exactly how old she was, but she certainly wasn't the old lady she thought she was.

"I'm Pete, by the way Mrs Morgan... and did I mention you make some pretty fine cookies?"

 

[xxerikamariexx]

"You old? I don't think so. You look really good." She whispers softly. He wore the same uniform everyday but she often wondered what he looked like without the uniform. She knew it was wrong since she was married but she couldn't help herself.

"I'm Erika.." She whispered as she extended her hand, letting her hand brush his softly. She swore she felt a spark there between them, as wrong as it was.

 

[englishkev]

Feeling her hand brush his he felt his groin stir; what was going on with him? He wasn't normally like this, and although there was definitely a lot about Mrs Morgan - Erika, now - that he liked a lot, he really shouldn't be getting all excited about just the brush of a hand... even if it did feel like the tension in the room ratcheted up a notch after the brief contact.

"Well, hi Erika. It's nice to get to know you, but you're too kind... seriously... I used to be pretty much a gym-rat, but I lost interest... now this round keeps me reasonably fit and I lift the odd dumbbell here and there, but I am no olympian.. Look."

He lifted the bottom of his shirt to show his stomach which - though he didn't have a ripped 6-pack quite like he used to - he knew was still pretty taut. The round *did* keep him in good shape, and "the odd dumbbell here and there" was actually a fairly strict routine of bodyweight exercises each morning.

 

[xxerikamariexx]

"You're still sexy." She whispered as she took a step closer. She knew she could probably get in a lot of trouble since he was her mailman. She watched him lift up his shirt. Dear Christ. He was so fucking hot. Even if he didn't workout, he had a smoking hot body. She let her hand brush across his stomach, feeling his skin. She hoped he wouldn't stop her because as wrong as it was, she found she wanted him.

 

[englishkev]

When she touched his stomach, it did a little flip... this was definitely not normal behaviour for a customer idly chatting with her postman. He really, really shouldn't let this happen, but he really, really didn't want it to stop either.

"I'm glad you like it," he said, swallowing and noticing just how loud that sound was in the silence. "I probably shouldn't ask... but it's been a while since I've had a female opinion... do you think I need to work out more?"

 

[xxerikamariexx]

"Not at all." She whispered softly and took the lemonade away from his hands. She slowly let her hands travel up his shirt, caressing his chest. She wanted to feel his strong chest on her hands. "So strong...so sexy." She whispered seductively. She knew this wasn't appropriate but she didn't want to stop...she never wanted to stop. He was so damned hot and if she was being honest, she was needy.

 

[englishkev]

Inhaling sharply, he leant backward against the counter and enjoyed the feelings of Erika's hands on his chest, wondering just what to do next - this was something he really hadn't prepared for.

"Umm... Mrs Morgan... Erika... are you sure ... umm... I mean... this is really more than I expected when I asked for an opinion. You're ... married."

 

[xxerikamariexx]

"Are you stopping me?" She asked softly. She didn't want to stop. She wanted to see what his hot body looked naked. She wanted him to touch her, make her feel sexy again. "Is it me? Do you think I'm too old too?" She asked softly. Maybe her husband had been right. Maybe she just wasn't sexy enough anymore. Maybe no men were attracted to her anymore either.

 

[englishkev]

"Stopping you? No! I mean.. yes. I mean... no, I don't want to. You're not too old - I'd love nothing more than to keep going. But... what about your husband?"

He really didn't want to stop at all. In fact, he wanted to keep going and going and going, but he was worried - she was married, and he wanted to be really sure she wanted what was going to happen before things got to a point where he couldn't stop it.

 

[xxerikamariexx]

"He's not here. He won't be for awhile." She whispered softly. "You're so hot." She muttered softly. She couldn't take it anymore. She just had to have him. Screw the right and wrong of this whole thing. She got to her knees right in the kitchen and unbuckled his belt, pushing down his pants. Her soft hand took grasp of his dick, just wanting to feel it in her hand.

 

[englishkev]

Another man's wife was kneeling in front of him, holding his dick. He was pretty sure that should bother him, but somehow it made it all the hotter. And she is a pretty hot wife, too - decisions about whether to let it continue or not had stopped even crossing his mind, replaced with a new choice... should he just enjoy her kneeling in front of him, or reciprocate in some way. Placing a hand on her head and running his fingers through her hair he marvelled at the sight of her looking up at him. His dick was straining in her hand, rock hard and he could feel the pulse in it as she touched it.

"Mrs Morgan... or do you prefer Erika? That is just about the most erotic thing that anyone's ever done to me. How long will he be, exactly?"

 

[xxerikamariexx]

"He won't be home till tomorrow." She smiled up at him as she softly began to stroke him from the base to the tip, over and over again. She couldn't help herself. She wanted a man's attention, she wanted to feel hot again. But she also wanted to please the hot guy in front of her.

"Can I suck you?" She asked softly, as she knelt on the kitchen floor, looking up at him. It had been so long since she had a dick in her mouth and she wanted to suck him so bad.

 

[englishkev]

"Hell yes you can, Erika... but.... would you take your top off for me so I can see your breasts in your bra as you do it?"

He couldn't believe his luck... she didn't just want to touch him, though that had been hot enough - he was pretty sure there was a drop or two of precum on the end of his dick just from the way she touched his chest - but she wanted to suck his dick too? And the husband wasn't back until tomorrow? The rest of his mail round could wait... nobody would notice. He had no intention of leaving here without tasting her all over, tracing those little beads of sweat down into her cleavage, and getting his tongue between her legs.

Would she want to have sex? He couldn't tell - where do married women draw the line? But he certainly hoped so.

 

[xxerikamariexx]

She was glad he didn't turn her away. She hadn't been able to please a man in so long and she wanted to so badly. Her husband never was affectionate anymore and the fact that she had a man here being affectionate, it got her so damned excited. She lifted her shirt off as well as her black bra. She was glad to take them off because she was sweating.

She wasted no time in lowering her perfect mouth and wrapped her lips around his dick. Mm. She moaned against his dick as she began to take him inch by inch. He felt so big, yet so wonderful.

 

[englishkev]

Looking down at her breasts he couldn't help but wish he could reach them without interrupting the divine things she was doing to his dick... the feeling of her lips around it and her tongue rolling over it, the vibrations of her murmuring clearly registering in his pelvis. Half closing his eyes he tilted his head back a little, still looking down at her face and breasts, watching her take him in her mouth and noticing that she seemed to want it so much... how unattentive had her husband been, exactly? He'd never seen a woman who seemed to be so grateful for being allowed to enjoy his body; this was a dream come true.

Winding his fingers in her hair and stroking the backs of his ears with his fingers he gently encouraged her to keep doing what she's doing; it felt so good, and the knowledge that she's another guy's wife really added that element of forbidden fruit that made it even more erotic.

"Erika... that feels fucking fantastic."

 

[xxerikamariexx]

She pushed her brown hair out of her face as she slowly began to deep throat him. He was bigger than she imagined, but his thick meat in her mouth felt so damned good. She slid her mouth all the way down on it, before taking it out of her mouth. She licked the tip with her tongue before pushing it all the way back in, softly bobbing her head down on his dick.

Her hands began to fondle his heavy balls. It felt wonderful to touch a man again.