Delivery from Jimmy

As I walked through the door, I was leafing through the mail I’d just grabbed. My mind flush with the memories of what had just happened with Scott, what had happened yesterday with Jimmy, and then at Ben had so clearly noticed that something was a little off with me.

As I was leafing through, I found an odd-looking piece of mail, it just had my name on it, no postage or return address. I opened the envelope and pulled out it’s contents, to find a series of grainy black and white images. There was no mistaking what was happening in these pictures. I would recognize that muscle bear physique anywhere. The images clearly showed my bull, top, husband prone on his desk. Behind him was the sales manager for the media company he worked for. Judging by the look on both their faces, I’d venture to guess that my husband had the man’s cock buried deep in his ass.

We’d been together for years and never once had he given me any indication, he was willing to bottom. That may well have been because I was so eager for a good, hard, deep fucking. As stupid as it may sound, given the events of the past two days, I was pissed. All those long hours that fucker had been working were spent getting bent over by a coworker. In my misplaced anger and frustration, I grabbed my car keys and the pictures, then without so much as showering or cleaning up I jumped in the car and started driving.

I was aimless in my route, ping ponging across the county. No specific destination in mind, just driving. A few times my phone pinged, indicating there was a text message. I’d glance at them see my husband’s name and put the phone back down. I couldn’t get the image of that stud fucking my husband, nor could I get the look on my husband’s face, out of my mind. He actually looked like he was enjoying it immensely.

Day was quickly turning to night and I realized, I didn’t have any idea where I was. Pulling up my phone, and thankful I keep a car charger handy, I typed in my home address for directions. I’d ended up driving nearly 3 hours away from home, in my clouded stupor. Turning around, I followed the directions as they were chirped out at me, in that annoying electronic voice. As I neared home, I stopped for gas, having driven all day, I was nearly empty. Grabbing a coke from inside I got back on the road. However, some miles down the road, when I went to open the coke, I squeezed a little too hard on the bottle and ended up spilling everywhere.

“Just fucking great…FUCK…” I exclaimed as I felt the sugary drink soak into my clothes. I already felt pretty dirty from this morning, not having showered after my neighbor fucked me, and now I’m going to be sticky too.

What I didn’t realize, until I saw the blue and red lights fill the horizon behind me, is that I had been swerving in my effort to clean up my mess. “You have got to be kidding me….” I said as I slowed and pulled over to the side of the road. This area was pretty sparsely developed but I was only about 20 minutes from home. As I came to a stop, the cruiser pulled up behind me. I reached for my wallet which held my license and insurance. Glancing in the side mirror, my breath caught a bit. Walking up to my car was a muscled man, poured into his uniform. He wasn’t like one of those ripped gym studs, but you could tell he was a built like a brick shit house. I couldn’t see his face because of the back lighting.

As he stepped to the window that I’d already lowered, I noticed a heavy bulge. There even appeared to be quite a pronounced cock bulge to one side. “Holy shit, this guy’s got a lethal weapon, and it’s not his gun…” rolled through my head before a looked up. “Fuck Ben, you scared the shit outta me…. what are you doing way out here?”

Letting out a hearty chuckle, he said, “Mikey, you know that the city limits extend all the way out to the airport. Sometimes I come out here to do my paperwork and catch up before the end of my shift. Hey, what were you swerving all over the road for?” I explained that I’d spilled my coke all over myself trying to get it opened. He let out another good-natured chuckle. As he was laughing, I couldn’t help but glance back down at the sizeable bulge snaking down his leg.

He asked, “Hey man, how’s your back? Feeling better from this morning?” I nodded and said it must have just been a strain, but it’d worked itself out. I asked about his wife, how things were going. He said, “Man, you should be glad you don’t have to deal with woman Mikey, she’s always cutting me off. No sex because I didn’t get the honey do list done, no sex because she’s mad that I don’t like her sister, no sex because I said her mom is impossible to deal with. It’s gotta be so much easier dealing with another guy.”

Without thinking is reached across the seat and grabbed the pictures of my husband getting fucked. “Well, it can be if your husband isn’t getting fucked by his buddy at work.” Ben looked at the pictures, his jaw dropped, of all the responses he could have had I didn’t expect this, “Fuck Mikey, does he fuck you with that monster? That’s gotta be, what, 8 or 9 inches long?” I nervously chuckled and nodded, “it’s about 9.5 inches, and yes, he fucks me with it, or I should say he used to. Since we moved here, we’ve both been so busy getting into our new jobs, and house hunting we really haven’t had much time for sex.”

Shaking his head, Ben says, “Damn, so you’re in the same boat I am, but it looks like you husband is getting all the sex he wants.” My eyes dropped because I realized that he was right. However, they caught the bulge that was highlighted by the flashing light and it was clearly larger. I figured, fuck it, I’ve got nothing to lose here, and I reached out and grabbed the cock that was snaking down his pant leg. I started slowly stroking it.

Ben didn’t say anything at first but started pressing against my hand. Then he says, “Fuck, not here, lets go back to where I park to do my paper work, it’s about a mile back. He jumped in his car, cut the lights, and whipped a u-turn. I did the same and followed him to an old factory, where if you parked just right no one could see you. Ben stepped out of his cruiser and I could just make out his burly frame. My heart was racing, I can’t remember that last time I had sex outside or in a car. Deep down, the whore in me was desperately excited.

I stepped out of my car, and Ben walked over to me with a speed that I suddenly questioned if it was anger or lust driving him. As I was slammed against my car and felt his tongue pillage my mouth, I realized it was the latter. He pulled away and said, “Fuck, I don’t know why you’re making me feel this way, I’ve never wanted a guy before.” I just reached up and grabbed the back of his and pulled him back into a kiss. Talking would have just made it weird. Reaching down I realized he must have already removed his duty belt, but my hand slid down the length of what felt like a python.

He groaned in the sexiest, low, chest rattling growl. I pulled my lips from his and lowered myself to my knees. As I reached the ground he fidgeted with his pants, I reached out and calmly grabbed his zipper and pulled it down while looking up at him. His eyes where closed and I could hear his ragged breathing. As I opened his pants, I saw he was wearing a jock strap and could smell the pungent odor coming from it. I looked up and said, “Someone has a fetish, don’t they?” He growled out, “It’s my lucky jock, I’ve been wearing it on duty, every day since the academy.” Pulling the jock to the side I was slapped in the face by a cock that clearly dwarfed that of my husband’s, I felt the line of cock drool that was left where it slapped me and traced the length of the cock with my lips. Once I reached the head, I enveloped it and swirled my tongue around like, like I was desperately searching for something.

Ben started thrusting, and slowly I was taking more and more of his cock in my mouth. He then slid his hand around to the back of my head and started guiding me down. The pressure began to increase and soon he was fucking my face. I was doing my best to keep up but started gagging and sputtering from the intrusion. He pulled back and apologized for getting carried away. I plunged back down and somehow reached the base. I worked his giant cock the best I could with my throat, before being forced to come up for air. He grabbed me and pulled me up, dominating my mouth with his tongue, as if he were searching for any remnant of himself in my mouth.

Suddenly the world was spinning, and I felt the slightly warm, but cool metal of the hood against my cheek. For the second time today, I felt the crisp air sting my bare ass cheeks. Then I hear him spit and feel the warmth of his spit hit my crack and run down. He takes the head of his cock and slides it around working his spit into my ass. Soon his spit is being mingled with his pre-cum and my ass is getting well lubed. I feel him starting to apply pressure. The third time he pushed, my ass swallowed his cockhead whole. Sucking it in, and clamping down on it, so it wouldn’t escape.

That chest rattling groan escaped him again. Without waiting he grabbed my hips and pulled me down the length of his cock. I let out a groan of my own, and then clasped my hand over my mouth remembering we’re out in the open. I feel the cold buttons of his uniform on my back and he whispers in my ear, “moan all you want, no one will hear you out here, and I like hearing how much you appreciate my dick.” “Fuck me” I scream out, and man does he deliver.

I can feel the car rocking under me and he slams into me, almost hate fucking my ass. One hand on my hip the other on my shoulder, he’s relentless. Pulling me back to meet every thrust. The slapping of our skin filling the night with a percussive sound. Suddenly the cold air hits my exposed hole as he pulls out. He flips me over with ease, and repositions me on the hood, so I’m on my back. Pulling my shirt up off my head, he slides back into me. At this point he’s unbuttoned his own shirt and his muscular, hairy chest is in plain view. His big, baseball mit sized hands trace my torso before coming to my chest. He squeezes my nipples, and I immediately moan and contort under the pleasure. I feel my ass constrict around his cock and he lets out a growl. His thrusts are less frenzied and more of a slow drive. Every few minutes he tweaks my nipples again. My legs are wrapped around his waist and I let him control me.

I feel my body start to pulse. My inside start quivering, and my breath becomes ragged. His eyes narrow and he says in his beastly growl, “You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you baby?” The minute he says baby, my eyes explode in a shower of stars as my body is wracked with one of the most intense orgasms of my life. The first shot clears my head, the next three are on my face, and those that follow trail down my body. He collapses on me and starts hammer my ass, while our bodies are frothing the cum, I just sprayed all over my chest. He stares deep into my eyes and tentatively extends his cum and licks the cum from my face. With the last of the cum cleaned off, he plunges his tongue in my mouth and growls. I feel myself being filled with hot, creamy cum.

He’s overflowing my ass, as I feel it dripping down on the car beneath me. He had to have been cumming for several minutes. When he opened his eyes, as the orgasm slowed, and he regained himself he said to me, “I’ve never cum like that before Mikey.” I said, “Neither have I Ben.” He kissed me again, still with hunger of before. “Please tell me we’re going to do this again?” I looked at him and responded, “You can have me whenever you need me Ben.”

I can’t say what it was specifically about our encounter, but there was something about it that made me think we were going to be seeing a lot of each other. Maybe it was the tenderness he showed in helping me clean up. The continued hunger from his kiss. I just knew this wasn’t going to be a one-time thing. It was different than the fuck Scott gave me this morning, which seemed like a means to an end.

As we got in our cars and drove off, again I was left to wonder, what the hell was going on? I glanced over at the pictures on the seat next to me, and decided I wasn’t going to confront him about them. How could I be mad, when I’d taken 4 loads from 3 men in the last 2 days, and none were my husband. But I had to get home, it would be an early day tomorrow. My company offers volunteer days, where we can take the day to do volunteer work. Ironically enough, I had one that was organized by my husband’s company, though it wasn’t at their offices.

Sleep came quickly, though my dreams were vivid, I guess we’ll see what tomorrow brings.