Free Delivery Part 2
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After that sexually charged night, my wife lost interest in sex again. I’d have it every day, especially if I was inside of her, showing her off. I couldn’t get the thought of that hot driver’s nice cock out of my head. The way he’d drooled all over my wife’s tits as I sucked his balls dry. My kink had grown into more of an obsession, and I found myself suggesting we order pizza just two days later. My wife shook her head at the idea. “Twice in one week? No way. Maybe chinese, but not pizza.” Chinese food did sound good, but their driver was no young stud. So I lied and said, “Chinese it is.” I stepped outside and called the pizza place, and made sure to say at the end, “Will Adam be our delivery guy again, because he always comes very quickly.” Pause. “He will! Terrific. Goodbye.” I happily joined my wife on the couch. I was gonna show the driver even more this time. I might even strip my wife all the way naked. The thought made me so hard. When the doorbell ran I said, ‘Okay hon, let’s see if I can get it free again.” She sighed and said, “Do you have to do this EVERY time? I honestly think you’d be sick of taking over my body for this little game by now.” She couldn’t be further from the truth. I felt like I lived for these moments. She saw how desperate I am, rolled her eyes, and opened her arms for me. “Go ahead, just…I’d better have any odd ‘tastes’ in my mouth when you hop out this time.” I gave her a thumbs up, then fell forward into her. I jumped up off the couch, and shimmied out of her skirt and panties. I yanked her top open, exposing her chest. Then I sprinted for the door. Adam was already grinning on the other side of it. I think he’d wanted to come back to this house as much as I’d wanted him to be here. “Pizza’s free, right?” I winked playfully. He shook his head while he gawked at my wife’s melons. “No, ma’am. I appreciate what you did for me last time, but I ain’t getting another pizza taken out of my paycheck for a blow-” I interrupted him by pushing up my wife’s boobs with her hands. “What if I used these to get you off, and you can cum all over them?” He answered so quickly it was comical. “Deal!” I dragged him back to the bedroom and helped him get naked. I laid back on my bed, and he put two eager hands on my wife’s big jugs.“Spit in between them,” I ordered while I spread them apart. He did. Happily. I added some saliva of my wife’s own saliva, right before Adam slid his cock between my wife’s giant knockers. He kept going until I was able to lick the tip of his cock with my wife’s tongue. He proceeded to fuck my wife’s titties while I cheered him on, and in under two minutes this time, he came all over her face and chest.
“Leave the pizza on the table,” I panted. He nodded, and then left. I got a towel and cleaned my wife up best I could, then put her clothes back on. By the time I got out of her, the pizza was beginning to cool. “I thought I told you no pizza,” she began, then clutched her boobs. “Why do my boobs feel so sensitive? And…” she brought a hand down to her wet pussy. What did you let that pizza guy do to me?” She grabbed my hand and led me back to our bedroom. She was in the mood again, but pulled up short when she saw the messy bedsheets. “Did you let him-” she started to ask, but I cut her off with a firm, “No.” She didn’t ask anymore questions as she got naked for the second time that hour. By the time we were done, the pizza was stone cold on our kitchen table. At least it was free.
