Delivery from Jimmy

The next morning, my husband was up and off to work without even waking up. I crawled out of bed and as I was walking through the house, I looked over all of the stuff and we’d accumulated over the years. There was a well-stocked library full of travel books, history books, vintage and antique atlases, and artwork that was gathered from our travels. Passing that room, I looked into the guest room. My mom often referred to this as her suite. It was a pretty well-appointed room. I had taken great measured to make sure that it was plush for them. We have a pretty good life together.

I was still sore from my experience. Looking down I can see the ligature marks on my wrists and ankles. The skin around them was raw from whatever Chad had used to tie me down. In that moment I had a flashback to the fear I felt in the car as the gun pressed against my neck. Closing my eyes, I breathe deeply, inhaling the scents of my home. Reminding myself that I am safe, reminding myself that he’s gone and can’t hurt me again. A tear escapes my eye, but I quickly brush it aside. I walk back to my bedroom and put on some clothes to work outside.

Stepping out into the crisp air, I again, breathed in deep and took in the smells of the fall air. The earthiness of the fallen leaves and dropping plants. I started in the front of the house, after grabbing my gloves from the garage. That was one thing we never skimped on was our gloves, we always kept deerskin gloves for working in the yard. I worked my way across the front, pulling the dead seasonals from the pots that had been out, then moved the pots to the side of the garage to prep for the winter. After I’d done all the pots, I went around the side of the house, we had some canna lilies planted. I loved the fact that they grew so tall and were such a vibrant color.

I was weeding the bed first, wanting it to be clean for the spring re-planting of the cannas. I’d worked my way down the entire bed, pulling the weeds and putting them in a paper bag for yard waste. Once I’d gotten a thorough weeding done, I worked my way back down the bed, carefully digging up the bulbs, placing them in a separate brown bag that we’d store in the basement.

I’d finished with the side bed and was walking around to the back of the garage, to the man door in the garage. As I was opening the man door to the garage, I got the feeling I was being followed. I turned around and Scott was there. He followed me into the garage and said, “Mikey, everyone was so scared when you were missing, how are you doing?” I told him that I was doing alright, but that it was kind of slow going. He grabbed my arm and looked at my wrists. His breath caught, and he said, “That guy must have really done a number on you?” I told him that I thankfully didn’t remember much about it.

He looked like he wanted to say more, or that he wanted to touch me. I said, “Scott, I’m ok really, you really don’t have to worry about me.” As I was turning away, he grabbed me and spun me around, grabbed the sides of my face and pulling me into a kiss. His kisses were tender, he was hunting around for any inch of me he hadn’t kissed. I was leaning into him and finally leaned up and met his lips with mine. His hunger only increased as he started conquering my mouth. We started working our way backward and soon I was against the workbench at the back of the garage. He lifted me up and placed me on the bench. Pulling away from me, he just looked at me. Taking my hand, he guided it to the bottom of his shirt and pushed it under. I took over from there and let my hand slide up his torso, following his treasure trail up to his pecs. He let out a nearly indistinguishable sigh. Pulling my hand back I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

Before me was a sight to see. His chest was so hot, covered in a light coating of hair. His nipples standing erect. I grabbed his drawstring and pulled him back to me. I lift my ass and push my sweats down to my knees, Scott takes over and pulls them the rest of the way off. As he’s doing that, I push down on his sweat pants owing them under his ass. His cock sprung free and slapped me under the balls I growled at him when I felt it. Pulling him to me, his cock slid between my cheeks. He pushed himself down onto my body and pulled my legs up. His leaking cockhead pressed against my ass.

His eyes connected with mine, the intensity of his eyes was breathtaking. The slow march of his cock into my ass was earth shattering. He would press in then pull back, push in and pull out. Until finally he was all the way in. He sought out my lips, his were quivering as he kissed me, but he pulled his lips away and pressed his forehead against mine. Every thrust was deliberate. He was purposefully making this a prolonged experience, wanting me to feel everything.

I reached behind him and grabbed his full ass, pulling him to me. My eyes connected with his, breaking through his lust. I swear I could see inside him. The turmoil, the passion, all boiling over. I pull myself up, my arm around his neck, so my lips connect to his ear and I growl “Fuck me Scott, harder.”

He pulled back and a smirk crosses his face, the turmoil disappears and is replaced with confidence. His hands move up my body, passing over my hips, my stomach, grazing my nipples, before coming to rest on my shoulders. He grips them tightly. Then BAM, a thrust so hard I’m stunned. He pulls back, the head of his cock resting just inside my hole, then BAM he rams the entire cock back in. A crazy smile crosses my face as I look up at him and grab his ass again. He takes control of my mouth and keeps his hammering of my ass up. He repositions slightly and suddenly every thrust is laser guided to my pleasure center. Every thrust sends shivers over my whole body, goose bumps breaking out over my skin.

When his lips connect with mine again, I let out a bellow, biting down on his bottom lip slightly, and my cock rockets load after load between us. I can feel it hitting the bottom of my chin the first few shots. I know were I lying down I would have had my face covered. I’m shaking from the intensity of the orgasm, as Scott’s cock continue to pummel my prostate. I feel the intensity build a second time, and my cock starts firing again. This time the load is a much thinner. As I come down from the second load, I feel the jerk of Scotts cock, it swells inside me and his face scrunches up and he cries out. His load is hammering into my ass as his thrusts continue. I can feel the stickiness of his load as it froths with each thrust.

He pushes back into me, and his lips seek mine out and starts kissing me. I suck his tongue into my mouth and give him a nice deep kiss. Our kiss is hungry even though we’ve just finished fucking. He pulls his pants back up and says he should probably head out. Before he reaches the door and spins around and grabs my face again, kissing me and saying, “I really was so worried about you Mikey.” I watch him walk out of the garage.

I turn around to find my sweatpants, when I do, they’re on the other side of the garage. He must have thrown them. I had to lean over a couple of boxes to get to them. I chuckled a bit when I realized these were the boxes, I’d been digging through the first time Scott fucked me.

As I was trying to reach the sweats, I hear a wolf whistle come from the door to the house. It scared the shit out of me, standing there in a t-shirt covered in cum, with an ass load of cum that’s starting to drip. As I turn around, I never expected that it would be Mack. He’s leaning against the door jam. All 6’7” of him, in a too tight t-shirt, and jeans that were painted on. His caramel skin glistening in the soft light. His sky-blue eyes raking over my body.

“Damn Mikey, I knew you were hot, but that ass won’t quit.” I blushed furiously, not because of the compliment but because of what a mess I looked like. “I knew that your man was a dog, but I didn’t realize you were too.” I went to speak, but he put up his hand and said, “Whatever you two have worked out isn’t any of my business.”

I walked toward him, “He knows that I know he’s got a man on the side, but he doesn’t know I’ve stepped out too.” Mack cocked his eyebrow at me and stepped aside, letting me pass into the house. I told him that I needed to get cleaned up. He leaned down and said, “I think you look hot just like that Mikey, covered in cum.”

“Mack, you can’t possibly be serious? I’m a mess.” He grabs my hand and pushes it into his crotch and I feel that he’s rocks hard. Inadvertently I squeeze it and he let out a heavy, quivering sigh. “If you weren’t my best friend’s husband, I’d fuck you right now.” I still hadn’t let go of his cock.

I started undoing his pants and looked into his eyes, reaching inside I find out he’s going commando. I slide my hand inside, never breaking eye contact with him. He starts purring as I do. His cock his enormous, the girth was at least the size of my wrist. I run my thumb over his slit, spreading the precum that’s started leaking from his cock.

As soon as I swipe my thumb over his cock, he grabs me and picks me up throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me back to our bedroom. He throws me down on the bed. Kicking off his pants, he grabs my legs and drags me to the edge of the bed. I expect him to crawl between my legs and start fucking me. However, I’m totally shocked when he gets down on his knees at the end of the bed. Pulling me closer, he spreads my legs proceeds to bury his face in my ass. I let out an audible gasp and grip the bed. This man’s tongue is like a fucking spear, stabbing into my ass. I can feel him sucking on my hole like Jimmy had. However, this time my hole was filled with Scott’s cum. Freshly filled.

He was eating my ass with a hunger, he clearly wanted to get the cum from my ass. I was screaming by the time he pulled out of my ass, his face awash with the juices of my ass and Scotts balls. He climbs up me and slides his tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself on his tongue, it was mixed with he unmistakable musk of cum, and the minty freshness of someone who’d recently rinsed with mouthwash.

I again suspected that he would throw my legs up and start fucking me. He however rolled us over, keeping me tight to his body and never once breaking the kiss. I can feel the size of his cock throbbing beneath me. Reaching back, I grab his cock and slide my hand up and down. I pulled it up and between my ass cheeks, I slid my crack up and down his cock a couple times while Mack tweaked my nipples. I started to lose myself in the wonderful hurt that his ministrations on my nipples was causing. While writhing, I pushed back, and the head of his cock burst through my ring.

Our eyes shot open, this wasn’t just foreplay anymore. Mack sat up, is eyes trained on mine. I intently looked into those gorgeous icy blues, as I slowly descended. “Baby, your ass feels so good. So, fucking good baby.” It seemed like forever before I felt the firm, hairless base of his cock. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, leaned back and pulled him in. He was slowly driving up into me. I was already quivering. His cock was deeper than any other cock I’d had.

Just as I was getting used to his size, he pulled out, pushed me back onto the bed and stood up. I was suddenly nervous that he was having second thoughts. That was, until he said, “Be a good bitch, and get on all fours baby.” I didn’t need to be told twice, I climbed up onto all fours and felt the bed sink behind me. It wasn’t too much longer before I felt the fat head of his cock press into me.

He grabbed my hips and slowly sinks into me. He pushed my face down into the bed, and slowly built up a steady rhythm. Soon his hairless crotch was slapping into my ass, I could feel my ass cheeks jiggling with each slapping of his crotch. The feeling inside me every time his cock was being pulled out, it felt like my insides were being sucked out.

“Baby, your pussy feels so good on daddy’s dick.” Shivers ran through me when he referred to himself as daddy. I started pushing back onto him, the slapping sounds started increasing. Eventually, I realized that the intensity of the fuck wasn’t his thrusts forward, but my pushing back. I was feverishly fucking myself back onto his cock.

Soon I felt the pressure building inside me and I collapse onto the bed. My body started shaking and I was screaming out that I was cumming. Despite having shot two loads with Scott, somehow, Mack was able to work another load out of me. It was bigger the first load I shot with Scott. It was like his cock was pushing it out of me.

I hear a rumbling starting behind me, and the grip on my hips got stronger, “Daddy’s cumming, fuck baby, daddy’s cumming.” He slammed his cock all the way in and collapsed on me. His cock wedged deep inside me, it felt like I was going to be able to taste it, it was so deep.

Finally, he rolled us over onto our sides, with his cock still inside me. “You better believe this isn’t the last time I’ll me taking this pussy, baby. You’re one hot fuck.”

“I never suspected you were such a bull Mack, you’ve always seemed so calm and gentle when I see you.” He laughs, and says, “You usually see me after we’ve killed in the gym baby, but you’ve always turned me on.”

We fell asleep like that. His cock inside me, acting like a butt plug, keeping his cum inside me. Jesus life was getting complicated. This man reached places inside me that no one had ever reached. He could be my daddy anytime he wanted. The heat of the room, the gentle motion of his breathing lulled me, his arm protected me, sleep took me.