Delivery from Jimmy

Volunteer Day

I pulled into the driveway and the house was still dark. It was clear that my husband still wasn’t home. I guess that was for the best, because I am sure that I smelled like a cheap whore. I walked, gingerly, into the house and down the hall. Walking into our room, I pulled a box out of the back of closet. That box was filled with various keepsakes that I’d collected over the years, including pictures with old boyfriends. Some were a bit salacious.

Tucking the box back into the closet I turned and stripped, walking into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and made it as hot as I could stand. One of the ways I relax is by standing in the steam. Washing away the day, I let the water pour over me. Grabbing my sponge, I poured some bodywash on and started lathering up over my body. As my hands ran down my torso, I thought of both men that had fucked me today. Scott and his lithe body taking me by surprise and just using me. Ben and his bulky, hairy body, sensuously making love to me on the hood of my car.

Lost in the reverie of these memories, I didn’t even realize that I started stroking my cock. Slowly sliding up and down my cock, using the suds of the soap as lube. I braced myself against the wall as my knees went weak and the dribble of cum that was left in me dripped off my hand. My cock ached as I let go of it. I finished, scrubbing myself. Again, I stepped under the spray and just let it cascade down my body.

Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel off the rack and dried myself. I didn’t bother to put on my pajamas or robe, walking naked through the house I grabbed a glass of water, then went back to our room. Sliding into bed I fell quickly asleep. I never heard my husband come home that night. When I woke up the next morning, he was sound asleep on the couch. Sometimes, when he comes home late, he crashes watching TV.

I was getting ready, like I would for work, but I had my volunteer day today. That meant that I was going to be driving to the other end of the city to work at a food shelf. Several of my co-workers were supposed to have joined me on this volunteer day, however, most had flaked. I pulled in and parked, walking toward the door, I heard my co-worker Sarah call out my name. Spinning, I look at her, and chuckle. Sarah and I were kindred spirits. We walked through the door and completed our registration.

This was an event that was sponsored by my husband’s job. It was a 24-hour volunteer push for the food bank as a lead up to Thanksgiving. Sarah and I were chatting about something work related when a man stepped in front of us in a pirate costume. He was probably about 6’2”, a toned, lithe body. I am not sure what he was wearing under that costume, but it looked like he’d stuffed the crotch of his pants. Seeing as Sarah knows I’m married, I decided I probably shouldn’t be a total flirt.

Quickly we got to work, introducing ourselves to the people at our table. We were responsible for loading up 5-pound bags of onions. The morning flew by, as we filled nearly 10,000 pounds worth of onions. It was fun working with the people that were at our table, we were laughing and having a good time. Several times the pirate, I’ll call him Jack Sparrow, walked by. On more than one occasion, I was sure that I felt Jack’s hand on my ass, but each time it was fleeting.

As we were getting ready to wrap up the morning shift, Sarah said that she wouldn’t be able to stay. Something had come up at work with one of her biggest customers and she couldn’t let it wait. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement, I didn’t really know anyone else, and while it was fun this morning a lot of that fun was Sarah and I bantering. I contemplated skipping out on the afternoon and just going home, but I decided that I’d stick it out.

I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do for the break that was built into the day. Sarah and I had planned to go to a Thai place not too far from the food shelf, but I didn’t really feel like going there by myself. I wandered into the break room where they’d laid out donuts, cookies, chips, and fruit for the volunteers. I grabbed a water bottle and a bag of chips and sat off into the corner

 Within a few minutes of sitting down, I’d lost myself in my phone. I was broken out of my concentration by a pair of hands on my shoulders. They were kneading my shoulders, gently squeezing them. I leaned back into the person squeezing my shoulders, a bulge resting against the base of my neck. Reaching back I run my hands up a pair of hairy legs. It took me another minute to fully realize, I had no idea who was rubbing my shoulders. I tipped my head back and looked up to see Jack Sparrow, only he’d changed into workout gear. He was now wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top. I could see his hairy chest and tight little nipples.

“Why did you change your clothes?” He explained that with each shift there was a theme and the new theme was sports. I started running my hands up and down his legs as he was explaining. My right hand kept moving up his leg until I was up the leg of his shorts. Sliding along his cock bulge I started squeezing his length. He pulled me up from my seated position and basically dragged me into an office. As soon as the door was closed, he slammed me against it and invaded my mouth with his tongue. I fumbled with my pants, trying to get the belt open and the zipper down. While I was fumbling, he had moved from the invasion of my mouth to gently nibbling my ears.

He came back up and said, “We have to be quick.” I pushed my pants down around my thighs and spun around, bracing myself against the door to the office. Glancing over my shoulder, I watch him pull his fat, veiny cock out of his shorts. I watched as let the spit drop onto his cock rubbing it around his cock. Turning back toward the door, I felt his blunt head at my ass. With only the briefest of hesitations, he pressed on. I bit down on my fist to keep from crying out. He didn’t stop either. The journey of his cock deep into my ass was a slow march, but still relentless. I finally felt the rough texture of his pubic hair on my crack. As soon as he was balls deep in me, he just started fucking me relentlessly. I was just a receptacle to him. He leaned forward and says to me, “I knew you were a whore the minute I saw you, you’d let anyone use you, wouldn’t you?” I weakly say, “Yes.” All the shame I’d felt on Saturday when I let a strange man fuck me, was now gone. I wanted this.

I started riding back on his cock. He was moaning, gripping my hips hard, slapping into me. Because we were still partially clothed, there wasn’t the distinctive slapping sound that you would normally hear. His thrusts go more frenetic. His grip on me tightened. Then I hear his breathing start to get ragged. I knew what was coming next. He starts roughly hammering my ass. “You want my fucking load, don’t you?” I nodded my head. It was only a second or two later I felt this cock swell inside me. Then, I was filled with the tell-tale warmth of his load. He was whispering, “Fuck I’m cumming, fuck, fuck” as he fired in my hole.

As soon as he was done, he pulled out of my ass, grabbed a tissue off his desk and started wiping off his cock and then pulled up his shorts. He looks at me and says, “That was fun man, thanks for the fuck” and he opened the door and stepped out of the office. I was completely taken aback by how brazenly he’d just fucked me and then didn’t even consider getting me off. I pulled up my pants and walked across the hall to the men’s room. I cleaned myself up as best I could, using toilet paper from the stall the wipe up the cum that was dripping from my hole.

After getting myself cleaned up, I decided it was time for me to grab something to eat. On my way off the freeway I know that I’d seen an Erbs and Gerbs, so I decided that I’d swing in there and get a sandwich. After eating my lunch, I head back to the warehouse where the food shelf is located. As I walk in, I notice that they are wrapping up the next shift and the afternoon shift is starting to gather. I walk over to where they are gathering and notice this tall, cute, curly haired man standing on the other side of the group from me. He catches my eye and gives me a wink.

Unlike the morning, we were sent to work on potatoes this time. The table I ended up at was a great group of people. There was a couple, Anna and Barton, they were a cute couple. Then there was the winker, I learned his name was Peter. He was a sound engineer at my husband’s work. He was really cute too, with a kind of hipster style. Wearing a pair of salmon colored pants, a vintage rocker t-shirt, and a cardigan with a lopsided beanie to top off the look. We were standing together actually doing the bagging while everyone else was loading up the potatoes. This meant that we were working in pretty close proximity to each other.

Every now and then I’d get the feeling that he was staring, and I’d glance over. When this happened, he’d wink at me and give this smirk. Each time it’d make me swoon a little. The whole time we were working together we made idle chitchat. I found out that he’d broken it off with his girlfriend to move here. I told him that my husband worked at the same media company. I saw the look on his face when I said his name. He must have known what was happening but like a true gentleman, he never said anything about it. The hours flew by with the fun company and good conversation.

We were wrapping up the shift and were gathering for our post shift debriefing. As we were, I saw Jack Sparrow walking with a kid, barely 18 toward the offices. I knew exactly what was going to happen. Turning back to the group, they were giving the totals for the amount of food that we’d packaged over the course of our shift. I searched the crowd for Peter and I saw him looking at me. Again, he threw a wink my way.

Once the debriefing was over, we all started to go our separate ways. I was just reaching my car and Peter comes up and starts chatting with me, telling me about how much he enjoyed our conversation while we were packing. He said, “So, I don’t really know how to tell you this…” I cut him off “Is fucking the sales manager?” He looked at me says, “You know about that?” I told him about the pictures that were in our mailbox. He tells me that it started not long after my husband started working there. Peter is the overnight sound engineer, so he’s there at odd times, and has seen them going at it.

I can tell that the memory of what he’d seen was turning him on, because his bulge was growing. I ask him, “Did it turn you on the first time you saw them?” His response was, “I’d have to be dead not to be turned on. Two hot, hung, and hairy guys fucking. I jerked off watching them the first time.” Realizing that everyone who’d been coming or going had done so, and we were standing in a now mostly empty parking lot, I reached out and stroked his bulge. He grabs my hand and pulls it away and asks, “What the fuck are you doing Mike?” I say, if he can fuck, so can I.” He hesitates and says, “Dude, you’re hot, but I’m not sure about this.” I tell him to get in the car and we can talk about it. He relents and walks around to get in the passenger side of the vehicle as I get in the driver’s side. I slide my seat all the way back. Without waiting, I reach over and slide my hand back across his crotch before moving up and undoing his belt.

He sits there and watches me. Once I have his pants open, he lifts his ass and slides his pants down over his ass. I dive into his crotch and suck the precum off his cock. Swirling my head around his cock, I tease the slit with my tongue before diving down to the base. “Why the fuck would your husband cheat on this mouth?” Doubling my efforts, I start sucking harder, working his cock like my life depended on it. He started thrusting up into my throat. Pushing down on my head. After a few minutes, I pull up, he grabs the back of my head and this time pulls me into a kiss. Fuck could he kiss. His tongue was like a battering ram, conquering my mouth.

Soon I was straddling his waist, having removed my pants. We were so caught up in the lust we were feeling that we forgot where we were. I reached back and grabbed his cock, pulling it up and aiming it at my ass. Rubbing it against my abused hole, I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. I was still lubed from most of the load that Jack Sparrow had left in me. Peter didn’t give a shit though. Once his cock was inside me, he started thrusting upward. I ran my hands over his chest and leaned forward to kiss him. He may not have been as big as some, but his thickness was ridiculous, and the slight curve made it feel like it was purposefully made to batter my prostate.

He looked into my eyes and said, “Your husband is a fucking fool.” With that I attacked his mouth with mine. Trying to get him as hot and bothered as I could. It seemed to be working because while I was sucking on his tongue, I could feel his cock start to swell. He broke our kiss and cried out that he was cumming, as the words escaped his lips, my own cock surprised me and erupted between us without even getting touched. Peter reached down and scooped up part of my load and sucked it off his fingers. Once he’d cleaned the load off his fingers, he kissed me. I could taste my load on his lips.

I pulled myself off his cock, trying to move back over to the driver’s seat in my car, I felt a little escape me. I quickly pulled my pants back up over my ass to stop the cum from dripping onto the seat. I handed some napkins to Peter, that I’d pulled out of my center console. He wiped off his cock. I leaned over and kissed him again. He said, “Mike, that was awesome.” I told him that he’s a great fuck. He said that he should probably get going, I asked for his phone, and when he handed it, I typed in my number. “I’d love to do this again sometime Peter, you’re fucking hot.” He said that he would like that.

We stepped out of my car and I walked around and grabbed his crotch. Leaning in I gave him a deep kiss and said, “I really do hope you call.” And with that, Peter winked and walked over to his car and got in.

The drive home was pretty routine, however, unfamiliar. I was home earlier that usual, as I didn’t have to sit in traffic like usual. As I approached the house, I saw an unfamiliar car in the driveway. My husband would be home, as usual, given he was off today since he works the weekend. I parked on the street and walked in the house. I could hear the music from the entryway. I walked down the hallway, my movements were masked by the music loudly playing from the back of the house. As I stood in the doorway of our bedroom, I could see my husband blindfolded with his legs on the shoulder of the man from the pictures. His torso was so hot, covered in hair, muscular. My husband was whimpering like a bitch. As I took in the scene before me, the man from the pictures opened his eyes and connects with mine. He winks at me, then collapses onto my husband. Fucking him harder now, he glances back at me.

I rush back out of the house and into my car. I’m usually not home for another hour. I pull away from the house and start driving. Not totally sure where I’m going to go, but I know for sure, I’m completely turned on by what I just saw.