My husband had absolutely no idea that I’d been regularly enjoying our local deliveryman’s package during the past year.

Our affair started innocently enough. A quick, flirtatious quip. Sharing a wink and a smile. Now every other day, Monday through Friday, Rod takes his lunch break between my legs.

Sometimes we screw in my marital bed, but more often than not, we enjoy having the run of the house. Sure, there are security cameras in the main living spaces, but that’s half the fun. I know my husband could choose to check in on me at any time. The risk makes the whole experience that much more rewarding. Thinking about my spouse logging on to our surveillance system’s website and getting an eyeful of me being reamed by my hunky lover makes my pussy drip. I know that makes me sound like a bad... Read More