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 girl, and that’s because I am one!

Anyhow, Rod came by a bit earlier than usual the other day. He slipped around the side of the house, in an effort to avoid my nosy neighbors, and met me at the back door.

The second Rod stepped inside my home, he forcefully ripped open my robe and laid several hot kisses against my bare, heaving breasts.

“Where will we screw today?” he murmured into my cleavage.

“Oh,” I sighed. “I don’t think we’ll make it out of this room.”

His soft chuckle was muffled by my boobs.

“I think you’re right,” Rod agreed.

He tore off my robe and tossed it to the side, then he hoisted me up onto the kitchen island. The cool, granite countertop triggered a delicious little shiver that traveled up my spine.

I spread my legs invitingly and noticed Rod was fixated on my erect nipples. They looked stiff enough to cut glass.

“Feeling chilly?” he teased. “Don’t worry. I’ll warm you up.”

Rod bowed his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth. When he’d had his fill, he gave it a sharp nibble.

“Ah!” I gasped, loving the mixture of pleasure and pain.

I arched my back and pushed my tits toward Rod.

“That’s it,” I hissed. “That feels so good.”

I combed my fingers through his silky hair and held his head to my chest. I enjoyed the ticklish sensation of his locks against my palms. A few of his curls stuck out at odd angles. The feeling of his hair against my flesh evoked memories of pure joy. I pictured his head bobbing between my legs, and the pleasing way those same curls would caress my inner thighs.

Rod nipped my tender nipple with his teeth again before he released the tender bud from his lips.

“Yes!” I shouted. “Give me more, baby. More!”

In response, Rod split his attention and flicked his tongue against each of my pebbled nipples in turn. The sharp, staccato contact sent me reeling. If he hadn’t hooked his free arm around my waist, I seriously might have tumbled backward. Throughout it all, he made sure both of my tits received an adequate amount of attention. While his lips and tongue were busy with one boob, he stroked, pinched and teased the other with his fingers.

Rod also knew how much I liked having my rack massaged. Always eager to please, he kneaded my breasts. He cradled them in his palms, supporting their weight while he caressed my turgid nipples with the pads of his thumbs.

“Oh yes,” I moaned. “Yes, Rod!”

A steady pulse began to beat in my pussy. The persistent pounding reverberated throughout my body. The feeling slowly spread; my every muscle felt coiled up tight like a firmly compressed spring.

Then Rod surprised me with a new move that I’d never experienced before, even with him. At the same time, he pinched one nipple sharply and brought his teeth down hard on the other.

I swore out loud and felt a warm trickle of honey flow from my pussy. It leaked out of my hole and coated my cunt lips. When I moved just right, it also greased the stone slab I rested on. God, I was so fucking ready for Rod’s cock.

I scooted my ass closer to the edge of the counter and didn’t stop until my wet pussy was pressed against Rod’s torso. He still wore his shirt, but it didn’t matter to me. I could still feel the solid plane of his abs through the thin material.

“God, I want you,” I moaned. “Don’t make me wait.”

“Just a little bit longer,” he said, his deep voice as smooth as silk. “I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve.”

“Really?” I asked. “Well then, let me take your shirt off, so I can see them.”

I leaned back, so I could undo the buttons on Rod’s uniform. But he once again dove down to nip one of my nipples. The sharp bite of pain made the pulsating rhythm that beat in my pussy pick up in tempo. All I fucking wanted was to feel his cock inside me, and my stubborn hunk of a man was intent on making me wait.

As he pulled back from my chest, I teasingly scolded, “You’re a naughty boy.”

I landed a playful smack on his chest, then I unbuttoned his shirt.

“I do love undressing you,” I confessed, as I unfastened his pants. “It’s like unwrapping the most spectacular Christmas present.”

Rod looked pleased. He loves when I gush about him. Truthfully, it’s easy to do. He’s sexy and attentive, everything a good lover should be. And, perhaps most importantly, he’s not my husband. That fact alone makes him downright irresistible.

Unfastening duties completed, I parted the fabric of my partner’s shirt to reveal Rod’s deliciously sculpted torso. All of the lifting and walking he does as part of his job has left him with a fit and fabulous bod. Every inch from his pecs to his abs appeared expertly chiseled as if a sculptor had created him from stone.

Feeling inspired, I reached behind me and grabbed the bottle of olive oil I’d left out that morning. A few drops of liquid gold was all I needed to grease up my hands and smooth them over the glorious Adonis standing before me. Every dip, cut and bulge in his form soon glistened under the overhead light.

“Who gave you the right to be so fucking sexy?” I sighed.

Seeing Rod’s nipple gleam made me think I’d like to do some sucking myself. I gripped his sturdy shoulders for support, then I brought my mouth to his chest and applied a series of licks and bites to his sensitive nub. The rich flavor of olive oil blended with the naturally salty taste of my working man’s skin.

“Mmm,” I hummed.

The savory flavor filled my mouth and fueled my hunger. Everything about Rod is downright addictive. No matter how many clandestine meetings we have, it will never be enough. I’ll always want more.

Rod grunted — a sure sign of his satisfaction.

“Didn’t you want me to fuck you, lady?” He leaned against me, pushing my body onto the counter with the weight of his own. “I do like your style, though.” He grabbed the same bottle of oil I’d used mere moments before. “Let’s lube you up.”

He trickled some oil over my mound, taking extra care to thoroughly coat my clit, and asked, “How about a rubdown?”

Rod smoothed his work-worn hands over my cunt, slickening my clit and pussy lips with plenty of the slippery liquid. His calloused skin would usually tickle me, but the addition of the oil allowed him to skate easily over every inch of exposed flesh. Once I was thoroughly lubed up, Rod pressed the pad of his thumb to my clit.

“Oooh,” I sighed. I swiveled my hips, enjoying the way the oil allowed my clit to slip easily under his touch. “Always so resourceful,” I cooed delightedly. “Why not dip a finger inside, too?”

“Patience,” he chided playfully.

He rocked his thumb from side to side, stimulating my clit with all the expertise of a master. It was maddening, absolutely mind-bending, the way he could play my body like a finely tuned instrument. Even when I thought I couldn’t handle another ounce of pleasure, Rod would elevate my libido to unimaginable heights.

Next, he slipped two fingers inside my pussy. My cunt walls rippled around his digits. I planted my hands firmly on the counter and lifted my ass off the surface. Pumping my hips, I fucked Rod’s fingers with the vigor and enthusiasm of a sex-starved co-ed. I was determined to claim my first orgasm before Rod’s dick even entered my body.

“Yes, Rod! Harder! Harder!” I shouted.

He curled his fingers in a come-hither motion and rubbed my inner wall.

“Oh fuck! Yes! Yes!” I cried out. The sweet pressure that precedes intense pleasure began to build. “Rod! Rod! Oh Rod,” I moaned.

I love how his monosyllabic name is so easy to shout, even when I’m teetering on the edge of delirium. My back arched, and my eyes slammed shut, then all the tension left my body in one big, orgasmic rush.

For once, I was quiet, but that was all right. Rod knew exactly what I needed without me having to ask him for it. He produced a condom from his pants, which had dropped to his ankles at some point after I’d unfastened them, and covered his cock with the latex sheath. Then he took his erection in his fist and pressed the tip to my pussy.

“You are perfect,” he whispered as he sank inside me.

He wrapped his arms around me, lifted me back into a sitting position and cradled me against his chest. Rod’s chest tickled my sensitive nipples. I locked my ankles behind the small of his back and held on for dear life.

Now, it was Rod’s turn to lose his ever-loving mind. He had been so patient and attentive. But once he finally got his dick wet, he lost all sense of control. He fucked me so hard that the pans in the cabinet beneath me started to rattle.

When I came, my cunt clamped down tight, and that sent Rod spiraling into ecstasy. His hips jerked, and his breathing grew shallow. He climaxed shortly after me.

After Rod finished, he kissed me on the forehead, cleaned himself up and headed back out to his truck, leaving me alone with nothing but the memory of our tryst. But I knew he’d be back soon with another special delivery.