Cuckolded Again
The other day I was getting the mail and noticed that we had a really hot new delivery man. I went inside and quickly made sure everything was in place. My hair and nails were perfect. I just needed to unbutton my blouse one more button and make sure the lace from my slinky new bra could be seen from all angles.
I heard the truck drive up and let him knock once. When he knocked again I slowly opened the door with a smile. He handed me the package and then asked me to sign for it.
“Wait,” I said, and then started to open the package.
“Yes, ma’am?”
“I want you to try this on.”
I opened the plain brown package in front of him and pulled out a pair of padded handcuffs. He laughed and turned to leave.
“No, wait. Please, I just want to see if they’ll fit my husband.” I unbuttoned one more button on my blouse.
He whipped around and looked at me again. He stare landed right now my breasts and the back up to my face where he focused on my perfectly painted lips.
“OK, but I’m not like that,” he blurted out.
“It’s OK, my husband his. I can tell that you’re a real man.” I started to laugh when the cuffs didn’t even lock around his wrists. “Would you try them on me instead?”
“Sure,” he said while he snapped the cuffs into place.
“Now kiss me.”
He stood there dumbfounded for a moment, staring at my lips and then my breasts then right before I heard my husband’s car in the driveway the delivery man kissed me hard on the lips. His large, strong hands started kneading my breasts. I felt his fingers inside my bra and then teasing my nipple when my husband walked in.
“Cuckolded again,” Lawrence whispered, sounding almost defeated.