Jen, dressed in a black tank and racy resort wear, went to answer the door, a glass of red wine in hand. Through the frosted glass she could see a tall, slender silhouette.
“Delivery for Jen.” The mailman’s voice was muffled through the door.
Jen pulled open the door, “that was fa-”
She stopped short, staring.
The man before her was easily 6’4″. His jet black hair was parted perfectly to the side and fell just over his dark blue eyes. His skin was the colour of cream, his lips a dusky pink.
His eyes raked up her body, taking in her long blonde hair, the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts.
“Delivery?” He offered her a small box, and a clipboard with a receipt.
“Yea. Thank you.”

Do I miss my husband? In some ways, more than I thought I would; in other ways, less. I don’t miss his smell or his laugh or even his cock — though, I do miss cocks in general. It’s been nearly three months since his death and I still haven’t been laid. The problem is, I just haven’t met anyone who can compare to him.

But today, as I stand at the door in my brand new custom slay my lingerie date-night lingerie that doubles as a swimsuit, I’m not thinking about my husband. I’m thinking about the mailman, with his muscular arms and strong hands. I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have those hands all over me, to feel his cock pressed up against me as I grind against him.

I clear my throat and try to act normal as he hands me a package. “You look like you’re on your way to the pool,” he says, eyeing my swimsuit.

I smile coyly. “Yeah, I was just about to head over there. Wanna come with me?”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my forwardness. “I don’t know… I have a lot of packages to deliver.”

I pout, placing my hand on my hip. “Come on, live a little. You can deliver them later.”

He hesitates for a moment, then grins. “Well, when you put it that way…”

We make our way to the pool, and I can feel the tension building between us with every step. I can’t help but steal glances at his bulge, wondering what it would be like to have him inside of me.

As we reach the pool, I turn to him. “I have an idea. Why don’t we race to the other side? Loser buys the winner a drink.”

He grins and nods, stripping off his shirt and revealing his toned abs. We dive into the water and swim towards the other side, but I quickly realize that I’m no match for him. He reaches the other side before I even make it halfway.

As I tread water, I call out to him. “Fine, you win. But I’m not buying you a drink.”

He laughs and swims back towards me. “That’s okay. I have a better idea.”

Before I know what’s happening, he’s pulled me close and is kissing me deeply. I moan into his mouth as I feel his cock pressing up against me. I wrap my legs around his waist and grind against him, feeling myself getting wetter by the second.

He breaks the kiss and trails his lips down my neck, nipping at my skin. I let out a sigh of pleasure as he reaches my breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue.

I run my fingers through his hair as he continues to explore my body, making his way down to my bikini bottoms. He pulls them aside and slides a finger inside of me, making me gasp with pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls, adding another finger.

I moan and throw my head back, feeling the familiar sensation of an orgasm building inside of me. He curls his fingers and hits my g-spot, sending me over the edge. I scream his name as I come, my pussy clenching around his fingers.

He pulls them out and licks them clean, making me shiver with desire. “You taste so good,” he says, his eyes dark with desire.

I reach down and stroke his cock through his shorts, feeling it twitch in my hand. “I want you inside of me,” I whisper.

He nods and pulls off his shorts, revealing his hard cock. I wrap my hand around it and stroke it a few times before guiding it inside of me. We both let out a sigh of pleasure as he fills me up, his hips thrusting against mine.

We fuck hard and fast, the water splashing around us as we lose ourselves in the moment. I can feel another orgasm building inside of me, and I know it’s going to be a big one.

“I’m close,” he gasps, his thrusts becoming erratic.

“Me too,” I moan, my nails digging into his back.

He thrusts into me one last time and stills, his cock twitching inside of me as he comes. I follow shortly after, my pussy milking every last drop from him.

We collapse against each other, panting and sweaty. “That was amazing,” I say, my head resting on his shoulder.

He smiles and kisses me gently. “Yeah”

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