Delivery from Jimmy

by Adam

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After Jimmy left, I was able to pull myself together. I hopped in the shower and washed his smell off me and made sure to clean my ass especially well, considering Jimmy had left a massive load deep inside me. Once I was sure that I was clean, I dried off and started where I left off, preparing the house for guests. I’d pulled all the sheets and blankets off the beds in the spare room and put them in the wash. After I’d gotten them in the wash I went back to the kitchen where I’d left the packages to pull them out and wash them.

I began unpacking the deliveries, mostly they were new serving bowls and platters, as my husband and I didn’t really have a house large enough to entertain before, so we didn’t have the stuff we needed. I loaded up the dishwasher with most of the platters and started it. Once that was done, I collapsed into my chair in the living room. Today was exhausting, not just the unexpected romp with the delivery guy, but everything else that I’d been doing leading up to that.

I quickly fell asleep in the chair and woke only when my husband came through the front door. I was shocked that I’d slept that long, but like I said, it was a long day. I greeted him and asked him what he wanted for dinner. Immediately I set about making it for him, and we ate in relative silence. My husband has a very stressful job and usually he’s not one for chit chat when he first gets home. I’d cleaned up the table and we settled in the living room before he started telling me all the drama of his day.

Being the dutiful husband, I sit and listen to all his stories and respond where appropriate. If I’m being totally honest though, sometimes he just drones on and on. Our relationship had moved well beyond the hot and heavy stage from when we first started getting together. During that time, there were many times he’d just pull my pants down and fuck me wherever we were. This happened on hiking trails, at the beach, in the car, one time it even happened at a hockey game. It was so hot to know he wanted me that much. However, as time has gone one and we’ve both gotten increasingly demanding and stressful jobs our love life has taken the brunt of the changes. Rarely do we have sex, and when we do it’s mechanical.

Sleep came quickly, when we decided to turn in. I gave my husband a kiss and rolled over, falling quickly to sleep. My dreams re-played the scenes in the kitchen from earlier today. I am glad I don’t talk in my sleep, because I think I would be in hot water if I did. However, the next morning I woke to the dark figure in the doorway, moving closer to give me a kiss, as usual.

Once I woke up, I made a list of the things that I wanted to get done. At the top of that list was getting the garage cleaned out. I knew that I wanted to make room for at least one car in the garage, primarily to free up space in the driveway for when everyone would be here for the Thanksgiving. I know it seems strange, given I’d be working in the garage, but I felt the need to shower. Maybe it was how hard I slept, or maybe it was a small, creeping pang of guilt about letting that gorgeous man ravage my hole the day before.

Once showered and dressed, I went through the house to the garage. We don’t have the biggest garage but it’s enough for two cars. Our problem is that we still haven’t unpacked all our stuff, so it was full of boxes. That was after 6 months living in the house. I opened the big garage door only a little, to let in a little air and a little light, I opened the man door all the way though so there was a cross breeze. The air was crisp, but not terribly cold and I would be working up a sweat.

I lost track of how much time I’d been in the garage when my phone rang. It was my husband letting me know that he was probably going to have to be there late tonight, so I shouldn’t wait for him for dinner. As I hung up, I cursed a bit, as this happened a lot. Were it anyone other than my husband I’d be convinced they were cheating. However, while my husband is a gorgeous man who could fuck anyone he wanted, he was also very shy. It took me literally weeks to just get him to go out with me.

I was moving boxes and reminiscing about the way we met, I bent down to pick up a box, and the bottom fell out. Kneeling to pick up the contents, I felt something brush against me. I started to turn, but whoever was behind me, pushed my head down onto to box. I was about to panic when I heard a familiar voice say, “Hey Mikey, it’s just me.” I was terribly confused. Scott was a total lady’s man. He had women in and out of his place all the time, you could often hear them when they fucked. He liked to keep the windows open.

Now, here I was, bend over on hands and knees with his crotch grinding into my ass. His hands started to work up and down my back, almost caressing me. Despite myself, I started pushing back against him. I could feel his cock growing against my ass. I finally looked back, the site was breathtaking. Scott had his shirt pulled up and tucked behind his head, while I could see his basketball shorts moving as his cock was finding its way into my crack. He gives me a sly grin and a wink before one of his hands slides under the waist band of my sweatpants.

He knows what effect he’s having on me as soon as his hand contacts my leaking cock. I’m so turned on but the idea of having my neighbor pinning me down like this. Unexpectedly, I feel his hot breath against my ear and feel his weight on my back. He’s panting lightly from grinding into me and being turned on. He says to me, “I saw that delivery guy leave here yesterday. I thought all that racket was your husband. What do you think he’d say if he knew you were getting fucked by strangers?” I turned to look at him but couldn’t make eye contact. I only whimpered. He continued, “You sound so hot when you have a cock up your ass.” With that, that hand in contact with my cock slid around the back of my sweats and his precum covered finger plunged into my hole. Still sore from the fuck yesterday, I winced slightly as he made his aggressive entrance. “Is your hole still ripe with his spunk?” I could only shake my head no. “Pity, I love fucking a bitch with a pussy full of cum.”

I felt the crisp air wash over me as he pulled my pants down to my knees and pushed my shirt up to my shoulders. I don’t know why I wasn’t even attempting to resist. It was like I was under his spell. Like he had power over me. It wasn’t until I felt the blunt, sticky head of his cock at my hole that I broke out of my trance. However, in my attempt to free myself from Scott’s grip, I only ended up impaling myself on his cock. Once the head popped in, I gasped and ended up pushing myself back onto him. “Fuck yeah, that’s a good bitch…” he said, and he gripped me. I felt his pubic hair scratch my ass as he reached bottom. He pulled himself up off my back and grabbed my shoulders. It only took seconds for him to work up to a fever pitch.

I was so glad that my knees were still in my sweats, because the ferocity of his fuck was relentless. He was fucking me like a man possessed. The sound of our pelvises clapping together filled the garage. I looked up, desperately hoping that somehow in my daze, I’d missed him closing the garage door. Luckily, he had. I manage to eke out that I need him to stop. With a disappointed grunt he relents. I pull off his cock and turn around. Before me is a bronze god of a man. Light hair covering this golden, sun tanned body, his 9-inch cock pulsating as it stands at attention. I notice the old weight bench that my husband used to use all the time behind Scott, and I tell him to lay down on it. He does as I ask, and I straddle his hips. He looks up at me with doubt and lust filling his eyes. I lower myself onto his cock and start riding him like my life depends on it. At first, I’ve got my head thrown back in lust filled pleasure. However, as I continue to ride his amazing cock, chills cover my body with goosebumps. I collapse forward, feeling the hair on my whole body standing on end. Scott wraps his arms around me and we make eye contact. He hesitates for a second before attacking my mouth. Piercing my lips with his tongue and doing his best to conquer my tongue.

I never expected my seemingly straight neighbor to be such a sensual kisser. But his kissing is making me weak. We break our kiss desperate for air. Our eyes staring deep into each other. That’s when the feeling, I’ve only felt one other time, takes over. It feels like a vibration starting at the core of my spine and radiating out through my body. It’s pulsing in waves and I’m again covered in goosebumps.

Just as I think it’s going to pass; my cock erupts in spasm after spasm. Covering Scott’s torso with more cum than I ever remember shooting in my life. As my anal orgasm subsides, I see his face contort. He grips my hips so hard it’s painful and starts jackhammering up into my ass. His cock it is breaking down every wall to conquer me. He’s whispering, “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck…” over and over, punctuating his thrusts.

As his orgasm subsides, I start to wonder if he’s going to be weird about it. I begin to pull of his cock, but he grabs my hips and stops me. “Don’t you dare try to run away Mikey, that was the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had.” With that he pulls me down and once again devours my mouth. When we’re again gasping for breath after our heated kiss, I have to ask, “Scott I thought you were straight? What’s the deal with the ladies always over at your house?” Scott says, “I thought I was too, but damn Mikey, I’ll fuck you any day.” I lean down and start kissing him again and start to feel him getting hard in my ass again. “How can you be getting hard again already Scott?” Somehow, he flips me onto my back with neither of us falling off the bench, and says, “Your ass is the best ass I’ve ever fucked, ready for another round?”

Before I could answer, the powerfuck of my life started. It was like Scott was trying to win a race. He was hammering my ass so fast, I was sure that the weight bench was going to collapse. All the while, he kept looking down at me with this weird look on his face. Sweat started dripping off his brow and onto me. I was so turned on by how aggressive he was being right now, but I wasn’t convinced my ass could take much more of his assault. His furry balls slapping my taint was almost rhythmic, and my fears that I wouldn’t be able to continue passed. I reached up and grabbed his nipples tugging and twisting them. Scott’s eyes got wide and he screamed, “Harder, fucking pull harder…” I rolled his nipples between my thumb and forefinger, pinching as I went. His eyes stayed wide, but his thrusts became erratic. I felt that familiar feeling, as his cum splashed into me. Finally, he collapsed on me. Panting heavily, he said, “What have you done to me, I’ve never gone twice in a row like that.” I laughed and rubbed his back. He lifted his head and looked at me, pulling himself up to give me another deep kiss.

I never thought that the hunk of man that lived next door would end up inside me, let alone fucking me twice in a row. As we dressed, he commented about how hot he thought it was that his cum was running down my thighs. I grabbed him by the cock and kissed him again and with that, he opened the garage door and was gone.

As I stepped into the light of the midday sun, I looked around. I realized in that moment I’d forgotten to get the mail yesterday, after the ravishing from Jimmy. I walked down to the end of the driveway, cum still running down my legs, I grab the mail. As I’m walking back up the driveway I hear, “Hey neighbor, did you hurt yourself? Looks like you’re walking with a bit of a limp.” “Yeah Ben, I must have lifted a box wrong…” As I say, waving before stepping through my door. Ben lives across the street with his wife. They’ve been trying to have a baby for a while, so she says. His hours at the police station have gotten in the way, again so she says.

I step through my door my mind awash with scandalous ideas and fantasies, curious what else might be in store.

by Adam

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