The Mailman Always Cums Twice

The first time my wife cheated on me was with our local mailman. It started out innocently enough, a friendly banter developed through familiarity. Apparently one of our neighbors has a similar name as my wife, and so this young man would have to make an extra trip seemingly everyday to either drop something off, or pick up something that didn't belong to our house.

One day, this past July, on an expeditionally hot day he saw her lounging by our pool. In their slight conversation as he walked past, he proclaimed that he might just take a quick dip in our pool, to cool off. She jokingly told him that she had a better idea. That he'd be better off going into our home and taking a shower, while my wife washed the sweat from his uniform. She told me that this caused him to pause and freeze in his tracks. "Really, you wouldn't mind?" he'd said. She told me that she was surprised that he'd take the offer seriously, but that she didn't want the embarrassment of having to take it back. Besides, it would only be a quick harmless shower.

So she lead him inside and told him to leave his satchel in the breeze way. She told him that the main bathroom was upstairs to the right, and that he can throw his uniform down the laundry shoot, my robe should fit since we were about the same build.

She told me that she went downstairs and threw his clothes in the washer and grabbed the towels that were already done in the dryer. Always trying to be the perfect host, she told me that she decided to bring the young man some fresh towels. She told me that she intended to just walk in with her head down and just put the towels on the sink. And she told me that she did to that, but that she then made the mistake of looking in the mirror.

Apparently the young man didn't draw the shower curtain all of the way, and she'd looked up, right when he'd started soaping up his genitals. My wife said that she couldn't quite explain it, but she just couldn't look away. She was mesmerized, she said it was like something out of her latest fantasies.

I have no doubt in my mind that my wife loves me, and I believe that she never wanted to cheat, but I'm never home. At least point I'd been out of town on business for two months, which had become the norm lately, and I understand that she has needs that weren't being met. I've known about her little vibrator collection, I've even took her to our local book store to pick out a few. And she'd use them regularly, even calling me in my hotel room so we could still kind of take care of each other. She's told me recently that they just weren't doing the job anymore, especially with these longer trips, so she'd taken to watching a little porn. And wouldn't you know what kind, yeah, the ones with the monster black cocks. In fact, the last time we'd talked, it sounded like the poor girl in the clip was taking quite the pounding. She'd never even dated a black man, nor shown any attraction towards one, so I'm guessing it was a curiosity thing it nothing else.

So when she saw our local mailman soaping up his massive tool, she said it just felt like a lightning bolt striking. She just couldn't take her eyes off of it as he stoked it, washing the soap away. It wasn't the length, she told me, he didn't appear to be that much bigger than my 7 inches in that regard. It was the girth of the thing, twice as wide as mine from what she could see, in what had to be a cold shower to begin with.

The longer she looked, she could feel her body being to respond. She started by simply touching her arm, the goosebumps popping up everywhere. She didn't have to look down to know that her nipples were rock hard, sticking out in her emerald green bikini top. She pinched one, as I like to do even when sex isn't on the menu, another lightning bolt. This one caused her knees to buckle and she told me that she had to hold onto the bathroom sink for a moment.

Rational thought had felt her mind by then. When she regained enough composure she told me that she decided to turn around and sit on the sink, that way she could still catch the show from the mailman. As she sat down, she spread her legs out and placed her feet on the edge of the sink, leaning back against the mirror. From there she told me that she'd pinched her nipple again, the other one so thet they wouldn't get jealous, while her other hand began to travel south.

A quick touch of the material confirmed what she already knew, that she had soaked through her bikini bottoms. My wife had always kept herself clean shaven down there, but she told me that she was so excited at that moment, that it felt like what little hairs she did have were standing on end. One touch of her throbbling clit sent another bolt through her entire body, and she started to shake as her first orgasm hit her, making her close her eyes from the pleasure.

My wife told me that she's not quite sure how long she was like that, sitting on our bathroom sink with her legs spread out, recovering from a much needed orgasm. She told me that, the next thing she knew, she felt a warm tongue exploring her wet folds. Apparently she was too lost in her masturbatory fantasies to hear the shower turn off. She said that she couldn't explain to me why she didn't just stop him, right then and there, maybe her subconscious wouldn't allow it. Maybe she finally had something with a pulse invading her pussy, other than her fingers, or vibrating plastic.

The mailman was enthusiastic, she told me, but he was just not as skilled as me. Maybe it was his youth and lack of experience, or maybe she just wanted to leave me something to hang my hat on, the world may never know. I just think that it's cute that she still tried not to hurt my feelings while she was telling me the story of how she let our young mailman have his way with her.

She told me that he certainly did seem to enjoy exploring every inch of her womanhood with his tongue. She said that she enjoyed him randomly switching up, from wiggling his tongue inside of her in an attempt to see how far it would go, to long drawn out licks from her clit all the way down to her butthole. So, she said that it shocked her when he suddenly attacked her clit with full strength, clamping his mouth over it and working her sensitive button like a speed bag. That sent another huge bolt through her and she wrapped her legs around his head, stopping his motions completely, until her latest orgasm subsided.

As her grip diminished, he took the opportunity to stand up, and reposition her so that her butt was on the edge of the sink. She knew what was coming next and did nothing to stop it. In fact, my wife told me that she quickly ran a finger through her pussy lips and gave it a couple wet taps, giving him permission to proceed. This is where I lost my advance. While I had had more skill and experience, he wiped that all away with pure birthright. He was just born to have a bigger dick, and there's nothing I could do about it.

He let his presence be felt immediately as he gave her a few wet taps himself with his weapon of choice. There was no doubt at this point that my wife wanted this, she told me that she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He began running the head of his sword up and down her moist folds, using her own excitement to aid him in his journey. She told me that he took joy in teasing her, watching her reactions as he lubed up his monster and began pushing forward. He took his time, not trying to push too much in at once. He didn't know that he was twice as big as she's used to, but he could tell that this was going to be a tight squeeze, even with her copious juices flowing.

My wife told me, had she not been so horny, she would have stopped at this point. Being stretched like this was new to her, and not welcomed. She said that, the feeling of him slowly forcing his way inside her was a negative, but that her mind was working overtime at the thought of his girth entering her. The pain was no match for the pleasure, unfortunately for me, and she told me that it didn't take long for most of the pain to disappear completely.

He didn't just start pumping. She said that she began rolling her hips, fucking herself on him, giving him permission to began pushing deeper. And he did, holding her legs open as... he... set... his...pace. She told me that it didn't take much of that for her to throw her arms around his neck, digging her nails into his back, and biting his earlobe. She said that she felt bad for clawing him like that, but that he didn't seem to mind at that moment, in fact it seemed to spur him on.

My wife said that she doesn't know if it was the moisture in the room, or him still being wet from the shower, but she was sliding around on top of our sink. So she used her legs to push him off, and jumped down, motioning him with a finger as she walked into our bedroom and bent over the edge of our bed. She told me that he paused for a moment, not knowing why they stopped, but then quickly getting the hint. He grabbed a towel tried his best to dry off, not wanting to track water into the bedroom, how nice of him.

We may never know why, but she said that our mailman didn't seem to have the same issue entering her from behind. It could have been that it's a different angle, possibly her excitement, or the fact that she'd been served most of his meat already. What she was certain about was that... it... didn't... take... him... long... to.. get... back... up...to... speed, holding onto my wife's flat ass as he thrust into her. She told me that, despite the river between her legs, she still felt like he was splitting her in two. She was still so tight that she could swear that she could feel his vein pulsing as he pistoned her wet snatch, sending another bolt through her.

My wife told me that this caused her to arch her back more, and rest her upper body on her forearms. She said that this position had him pounding her at a whole new angle, one where his balls would tap... her... clit... with... each... thrust. She told me that she started throwing her hips backwards, the wet echo of her flat ass meeting his lower abdomen filled our bedroom.

She said that it was probably at this point where she clawed up our satin sheets, but she didn't notice until much later. She told me that, for some strange reason she started thinking about me, and what she thought I would do if I had walked in on them at this moment. She said that she has no doubt in her mind that I would have been upset, but she wanted to believe that I would eventually come to my senses and understand, especially if I could've somehow seen the pure lust in her eyes at that moment. I do love my wife very much, but I have every right to be pissed. I would come to understand though, I had inadvertently set these wheels into motion, by never being home.

In my wife's mind, her fantasy continued. She told me that she'd imagined that she'd see me standing in the doorway, and that I would just walk over to them fucking with no protest or aggression, with a wag of her finger. She said that it wasn't long before she had my pants undone, while she's fishing for my familiar 7 inches. She told me that she'd imagine that I would tease her with my dick at first, but that I would eventually grab the back of her head and ram my cock down her throat, all while she's still getting pounding by our mailman from behind.

It was at this point she realized that she was vigorous sucking on her fingers, the same two fingers she'd just had buried in her dropping snatch earlier. She said that it wasn't the taste that gave it away, as she'd become familiar with her own pussy juices, especially making out with me after I'd gone down on her. She told me that it was the sent that gave it away. She said that she didn't know how pussy was supposed to smell, but that the aroma of her own sent another large bolt through her body. She could feel the vein pulsing on her forehead, the one that pops out when she's about to cum really hard. As it started to hit, her eyes rolled back in her head, and her pussy clamped down with full strength. She said that the mailman didn't seem like he was close to cumming, he'd kept a steady pace the entire time, but that the sudden pressure on his tool must have sent him over the edge anyways. He pulled out, just in time for his hose to spray 5 or 6 huge ropes, aiming them right at her winking butthole.

My wife told me that she fell fowards on our bed, feeling his warm jeez trickle off of her quivering mound, as he stood at the edge of our bed waiting for her to recover. She said that she was in a daze for several minutes, not exactly sure where she was, finding it difficult to catch her breath. She wasn't quite sure what was leaking where, but she'd planned on throwing these sheets out anyways.

Had it been me, instead of our mailman, the show would have been over. I've always had the stamina to last for over an hour on some occasions, but once I'm done, I'm done. So, as my wife turned over, she said that she was surprised to see that he was still semi hard. She told me that, since she's never been in this particular situation and didn't know when she would be again, she'd decided to take full advantage. She said that she just pulled with her feet on the side of our bed, and slide to the floor, whatever bodily fluids she was covered in helped with that.

My wife had told me, on rare occasions, that she was curious to what our combined juices tasted like. And she had even tried to blow me after a few of our lovemaking sessions, and I had just never allowed it, I was too sensitive I'd told her. So I honestly couldn't be mad at her, when she's finally got this massive pussy and cum covered wang right in her face, just begging to be sucked. She said that the sent of their combined juices was intoxicating, and it sent another bolt throughout her.

She told me that she tried her best, but she just didn't have the mouth capacity to house this monster, she could only take him halfway before it started to get uncomfortable. She said that our mailman didn't seem to mind, it didn't take him long to get completely hard again, and grab the back of her head to try and push just a little bit more in. She told me that she initially intended to just blow him, and reveal in the feeling of his cum sliding down her throat, but her jaw was already getting tired. She didn't feel it was right to leave him with blue balls either, even though he had just given her a pretty big load. So she thought, maybe our mailman wouldn't mind her taking him for a ride. She said that she stood up and leapt into his arms, intending to knock them over onto our bed, but he caught her and held on.

My wife told me that she didn't know what to expect. I have been able to pick her up, as she only weighs 175 lbs., and most of that is in her 36 D tits. I've just never had the strength to hold her up, with ease, like our mailman. I certainly don't have the strength to hold her with one arm, and line my cock up with her entrance with the other. She said that he just put the tip inside her, and allowed her to lower herself down his rod. All kinds of bolts were shooting through her, as she slowly sank down his body. When she felt like she was at her limit, she threw her arms around his neck, and kissed our mailman on the lips. Considering what they'd been doing, I certainly can't protest about one passionate kiss. While this was going on, he took this opportunity to move his hands from her waist, to her flat ass. This let her know that he had her, and that she can loosen the grip of her legs around his waist.

She told me that she knew that she hadn't taken all of his cock in this position, but her had no clue just how much was left, until he steeled his grip on her flat ass and thrust up. My wife said that she'd cum hard before, even in this particular session, but this was a different animal. She told me that she was spasming so hard that she lost the use of her limbs, our mailman holding onto her as tight as he could. She said that she was aware that his dick had slipped out, but she didn't know why, until she recovered enough to stand on her own. There was clear fluids everywhere, and the river between her legs confirmed it, our mailman had made my wife squirt for the first time.

As a precaution, my wife asked our mailman to grab one of those towels and place it over the mess, and hopefully it wouldn't ruin the wood finish on our bedroom floor. She told me that it's a good thing I talked her out of getting carpet, she couldn't imagine how hard it would be to come up with a good excuse as to why our bedroom floor smelled like pussy. I guess maybe that's not such a bad thing, now that I think about it. With the mess of our floor contained, she nudged our mailman to lay back on our bed, and she climbed on top of him.

While the juices were still flowing, she said that she was starting to get tinder and raw, but she didn't want to leave him hanging. So she eased herself onto him once more, this time with very little resistance, and started slowly grinding on top of him. It was at this point that she told me he finally reached up and started playing with her boobs. What took so long you ask? My wife has a great rack. I know that I would normally take every opportunity to play with them. Her nipples are actually a nice little snack on a hot summer's da... Nevermind! Anyways, she said that our mailman just wasn't a boob man, but that he couldn't resist with them swaying right in front of his face.

My wife told me that she could feel his dick twitching, and with all of the grinding, she was pretty close to cumming again too. So, she ignored the pain in her over used pussy, and started throwing her hips more. Our mailman started thrusting up as much as he could, both of his hands full of my wife's tits. With one final thrust, and a twist of her nipples, they both came. Collapsing in a tangled heap on our bed, exhausted from the double feature.

They were both to tired to have heard her phone ring several times. Both unaware of the time, or date. It was only them, slowly caressing each other, revealing in the bliss of their coupling. Neither had any clue that I'd been calling and texting from the airport for over an hour. All of it falling on deaf ears as I tried desperately to get home. It took me a while to hail a cab, and get through rush hour traffic. Finally, as I saw my freeway exit, I decided to try one last time. A text that my wife told me she never saw until much later, "I hope everything is ok honey, you're probably just lounging by the pool. Anyways, I'll be home in about 10 minutes. Love you."

This story is a complete work of fiction. None of these events happened to me, or my wife. I decided to put this disclaimer at the bottom, because it kind of ruins the story if you know ahead of time. Enjoy...