28/07/2012
The Hot Wife
Chapter 1, The Mailman
A few years ago we moved to a small Illinois town just outside of Scott Air Force Base. Everyone in town was friendly and the wife seemed to enjoy it. My wife and I were in our late 40’s at the time. She had met the mail man a few times as he put the mail in the box outside our front door. She told me he was a good looking younger guy and he always made it at point to hand her the mail if she opened the door to get it. He’d make small talk and check out what she was wearing that day. She loves to wear shear tops and tight skirts just to show off and get reactions from some of local guys. Well one day I was home doing some work in my garage and the wife was sitting in her short skirt and shear top like usual. She sat on the steps leading into the house and talked to me and I could tell she was just a little hotter than usual. I asked her what was up and she told me the mailman was going to love this outfit she had on. If she got out the front door before he came up steps he would be able to look right up her skirt and see her wet pussy. I looked at her and smiled. You little tease I said. My cock started growing just thinking about her showing off. She jumped up and ran inside meaning he’d be here any moment I thought. I opened the entry door to the garage to see if I could see him coming and sure enough he was right on time. He was walking down the side walk heading towards our house. I closed the door fast so he didn’t see I was home. Just a few seconds later I heard the wife talking to him. I went inside the computer room. It has a door that if opened looked directly at the front door and you could see the porch and there was the wife with her back to me and the Mailman who’s eyes moved up and down the wife’s body…. I could tell the way he was smiling he was getting a full view of her pussy. I was wondering what she could be talking to him about but it didn’t matter he was standing solid in his path. The wife started to swing her ass ever so slightly and to my surprise she placed her right foot on the bottom rail cross. This exposed her much more to his gaping eyes. He had moved to the first step only a foot or two from my wife on the top step. I seen his hand reach out and grab the rail . It was only a few inches from her exposed pussy now. Had she turned to her right and pressed forward she would have been pressing herself directly onto his hand. They continued to chat and you could see the bulge in his pants get very obvious. I still had no idea what they was talking about but they continued. I could just make out his hand due to the wife twisting just a little to her right. There was his hand in plain view now and her hips swaying forward and back. It was at this point I noticed his pointer finger poke out straight. Her sway caused her skirt hem to slide over his finger. He didn’t pull his finger back and she didn’t stop swaying. Eventually she stopped her sway and was now just pushing against his hand. I could tell his fingers are doing dances on her clit by the way her knee almost buckled a couple of times.
As fast as it started it ended. His hand pulled back and she stood up straight and she turned and walked back into the house. She saw me standing at the computer room door with my cock out playing. She just had a huge smile on and moved to me. In seconds we were on the floor acting like animals.