The Mailman

I had only ever been with one man. He was my first date, first love, first kiss. My first everything really. At eighteen I had married him. By nineteen he was working like a dog, roofing 16 hours a day while I stayed home and wrote stories. Its understandable why I did it. Really. Imagine being a young girl in a strange city, desperate for love but not getting it from her one and only. It was never in my mind to intentionally cheat though, it just happened and I justified it.

It started on July first when I saw our new mailman. I was watering my pansies as he came up the drive, whistling what sounded like a cowboy ballad. I smiled and desperate for somebody to talk to I asked, "what happened to the old mailman, what's his name?"

The whistling mailman said, "he retired," after dropping my Bed, Bath & Beyond catalog into the mailbox he added, "my name is Trent."

"I'm Amy," I said holding out my hand and smiling, "the old guy probably explained to you my terrible habit of sorting through the mail and taking what I want, and leaving the rest."

"No he didn't actually," said Trent, "but I don't think I'll mind it if you do."

There was an awkward silence.

Then Trent started back down the driveway, saying, "well, see you tomorrow!"

As I watched his wide shoulders and tiny waist stride down the driveway I realized that finally there was something to look forward to.

The following day I found myself primping, right down to a lacy black bra and sexy see-through thong. And I was extra careful to be outside around the same time as the day before.

At eleven o'clock I heard the stomp of his boots and I felt my heart flutter.

"Good morning," I called, putting on my best smile.

"Hey Amy," was all he said but my innocent attention deprived heart was amazed that he had even remembered my name.

He didn't say anything but just looked at me for a brief second in a way that made a wet spot in my thong.

"Bye now," he said.

"Bye now," I echoed.

That night as my large, now seemingly oafish husband lay snoring at my side, his bear paw hand resting on my belly, I decided to ask Trent to eat lunch at my house. In that moment all I wanted to feel was the excitement of a new man, and to know what a different mouth tasted like, and if every man sweated during sex.

As I got ready the next morning I didn't even bother with a bra, letting my nipples poke little indents into my tight white T-shirt.

At eleven o'clock when Trent came up on my porch I asked him, "do you want to eat lunch with me?"

He half raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "just lunch?"

"Guess you'll have to find out," I said, turning the knob to the front door. As the cool of the air conditioned living room hit us I turned to face him.

He opened his mouth to speak but instead fingered my nipple.

I ran a hand down his cheek saying, "lunch is in the kitchen."

"Wait a minute," he ran a gentle finger up the inside of my thigh, up my skirt and landed on my pussy, "I'm not hungry for food."

He grabbed my now soaking pussy, this time there was nothing gentle about his touch. He groaned low and raspy into my ear, "onto the couch". We backed up simultaneously onto the couch, him taking off my t-shirt, me unbuckling his pants. As I pulled down his pants and underwear, his huge, thick cock came out.

Without a word I dropped to my knees and licked it slowly, then stuffed the entire delicious cock into my mouth. He held the sides of my head, gently but strongly as I sucked. Then as suddenly as it started he pulled me up and flung me onto the couch, kissing me and stuffing his fingers into my dripping pussy. He then moved down to my breasts, alternating between licking and sucking on my nipples. Then it came, his massive cock slid in and I let out a moan. The faster he'd go, the more I'd moan. It felt amazingly erotic and new. Like something out of a story that would never actually happen to me. He pressed his lips to my ears and whispered, "that's right, you slut, moan." He thrust deep and hard and at that moment I gasped and squirted all over him. He kept going and then shoved his cock into my mouth, cumming within seconds. I swallowed and looked up at him.

He wasn't even sweating. He was smiling a little smile and standing it. As he put on his pants he said, "see you tomorrow, Amy, thanks for lunch."