Delivery cheat

For about five months before I actually cheated on my husband, I'd flirted with a delivery driver who brought my husband's fishing orders each month. Every month our chats would become more lurid, to the point last month he asked me if I wanted his cock.
The driver is in his late forties, but boy is he handsome and so muscular. My husband however is skinny, and even though we're only in our early thirties, he's already beginning to give me excuses for not wanting sex.
My libido is high, always has been, so when the driver first hinted at liking me sexually, I allowed the chats to become more and more sexual.
Last month everything changed as I invited the driver in. There was no pretense to why I asked him to come in. So I didn't stop him when he cupped my right breast at the same time as he stepped up to me to kiss me hard.
Reaching down to his groin area, I felt his hardening cock through his work trousers and longed for it to be fucking me. But first I did what I knew all men like. Lowering myself still stood in our hallway, I undid his trousers, reached in and gripped the biggest cock I've ever had the pleasure of taking hold of. Lifting his cock out of his underwear, I put my lips to his huge manhood and let him slide his cock over my tongue.
It felt so good to have another mans cock in my mouth, after what seemed like months since my husband and I had had sex. Sucking away greedily on his cock I soon had the driver moaning with joy, but his moans only had my pussy longing even more to be fucked.
Standing up I asked him to follow me. I was at first going to lead him into our lounge, but a thought hit me. Taking his hand I lead him upstairs and into our bedroom. Making him sit down on the bed and remove his clothing, I slowly stripped in front of him and got the desired look of appreciation on his face as my underwear was removed. Pushing him back onto our bed, I straddled his body facing down towards his huge throbbing dick, and moved up so my pussy was only inches above his face. Gripping my hips, he pulled me down burying his face into my soaking wet cunt. Bending forwards as he continued to lick and tongue my pussy and clit, I took his cock back into my mouth and began to use my mouth as if it was a pussy, fucking his cock with it.
We'd been pleasuring each other for about five minutes when the phone rang. The answer machine picked it up, and I heard my husbands voice telling me he was coming home for lunch.
Knowing it would take him around twenty minutes to get home from where he'd been working that morning, I told the driver I wanted and needed his cock in me right there and then. Not using the condoms I knew we had in the bedside draw, I had the driver lay where he was. Turning to face him, I positioned my body over his and lowered my pussy onto his cock. Not having the time I ground down hard and quickly onto his dick, and then I went for it.
I fucked the driver as if my life depended on it. Every time his cock bottomed out up my pussy, it sent waves of sheer joy through my body. And after only a couple of minutes I was cumming like a freight train as my pussy enveloped his hard long thick cock. No more than a minute later with my juices seeping out between my pussy and his cock, I felt him thrusting upwards to meet me and then I saw his face change as the driver came deep inside of me.
With the fishing parcel in our hallway, I opened the door to my husband in my bath robe as he arrived, only five minutes after the driver had left. He'd left with a promise to call by the following day which had my pussy on edge to be fucked again.
Not asking my husband if he wanted to, I dragged him upstairs onto our bed, the bed I'd just been fucked by the driver on and told my husband to strip. Sucking his slim cock to its full hardness and size, I lay back and got my husband to enter me. He lasted around a minute before he came inside me.
With two men's cum inside my pussy, I made my husband lunch and smiled inwardly knowing I wasn't protected for either man.
Pregnancy hasn't followed as I reached my period a week later, yet it wouldn't have bothered me if I had been. The driver did call by the following day and we did have sex. It was far more relaxed if not a little more lurid, as I knew my husband was over three hours away from our home.
My husband still has his fishing items delivered each month, and I've decided I'm going to continue to have the driver fuck me when he calls. It used to be just when he delivered my husbands things, but now he calls by at least once a week when he in our local area.
I might not get the frequency and kind of sex with my husband I now crave, but with a older man who drives as a courier, I'm now getting all I want and need.

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