New level of excitement & intrigue

Brad headed to work the following morning, regretting what the day would bring. Sarah took the opportunity to update her daily journal and bring it up to date. Her anger had subsided, but she still simmered over the events. The only thing that tempered her anger was her constant thoughts about the sweet smelling man at the supermarket. Sarah retreated to the comfort of the chaise lounge with a new novel of the week.

Mark immediately entered the house, snagging a spare key for future need, just in case. He then briefly spied on Sarah before going to the bedroom. He quickly retrieved the diary and began reading her detailed entries. Mark gloated confidently, his evil plan working to perfection. Sarah was playing right into the palm of his hand, as he clenched it around his growing shaft. Mark stroked himself to hardness as he walked down the steps to his spying location, his cock sticking out through his zipper. He dialed Brad up, as usual, and laid out his plan for the day. He also informed Brad that he needed to be especially nice and sweet to Sarah, since she was pretty pissed at him.

Brad already knew that, but wondered how his blackmailer knew so much. He quickly pushed his questions to the back of his head as he listened to the house phone ring, ready to put Mark’s next plan into action.

Sarah arched her back, looking at the phone as it rang next to her. She knew who was calling, and let the phone ring, pondering whether to not answer it. Sarah realized it was that time when Brad usually called and had something ‘naughty’ planned. If it hadn’t been for the wicked sex scene she just read, she probably wouldn’t have been in the mood. She caught the phone on the seventh ring.

Brad turned on his charm and immediately apologized for the weekend, softening Sarah’s hardened edges. He promised he would make it up to her, but didn’t say how, or when. He asked what she was doing, and she replied that she was ‘working on her tan.’ Brad cooed, sending chills up Sarah’s spine. “An all over tan?” he asked.

“No,” Sarah immediately quipped, but could feel the chills turn into tingles.

“Go ahead honey,” Brad urged. “Take it off and jump into the pool, like we did the first night we had the pool.” Brad fondly remembered the two of them giddily stripping off their clothes, years ago, and jumping into the cool water of the newly filled pool.

Sarah envisioned floating in the shallow end of the pool as Brad worked his cock between her legs as they enjoyed a leisurely fuck that long lost night. She yielded to his insistent pressure, slowly removing her swimming bra as she peered to the surrounding fence once more. She peeled the high cut bikini from her flaring hips, feeling the warmth of the sun on her fully naked body. “Happy now,” she asked, pressing her chest back into the chair, only letting the sun see her naked ass.

Brad said he was, then mused he had to get back to work. He left Sarah basking in the bright sunlight, returning to her reading. An hour later, she put the book down and rolled over, letting the sunlight’s rays burn into the pale white pillowy breasts. Sarah only lay there for about twenty minutes, fretting over burning the newly exposed flesh. She looked at the inviting water as it beckoned her to the pool. Sarah relented and eased her body into the water by the steps. Once she was in, she dunked her head and then swam several laps keeping her well toned muscles in good shape.

She was in the middle of swimming her tenth lap when she heard the ringing doorbell and insistent knocking on the door. Sarah yelled at the top of her lungs, “Hold on,” hoping whoever was there could hear her.

Mark mused ‘right on time,’ to himself as he watched Sarah frantically pull herself from the pool. She fumbled with the swimsuit, about to put it back on, when the doorbell rang again. “Hold on, be right there,” she yelled again. She gave up on the swimsuit and grabbed the towel on the lounge. She wrapped the towel modestly around her torso, ensuring that her nudity was covered appropriately and tucked the knotted ends between her breasts. She could feel the water dripping from her hair onto her shoulders and run along her bare skin to be absorbed by the terry towel.

She called out one last time to the person at the door as she padded with her wet feet towards the front door. She peered through the peep hole and saw a brown uniformed person holding a somewhat large box. His brown cap covered his face. Sarah wasn’t expecting a package, but she opened the door anyway.

The door opened and the young delivery driver adjusted his cap, looking at the figure standing in the doorway, “Um, package for Sarah ….” He caught his breath, staring at the specimen of beauty, teasingly dressed in front of him. “Uh, Sarah Goodwin,” he finally stammered. His eyes were glued to the magnificent swells of light pink flesh, recently colored by the afternoon sun.

It wasn’t until the awkward silence registered in Sarah’s brain that she made the connection to one of her dreams. She caught the delivery man’s eyes focused on her breasts, threatening to spill out from underneath the towel. She could feel them swell even more so as he continued to stare. Her eyes seemed to drift to his rapidly swelling bulge. The two became entranced, neither one moving or saying anything, until Sarah snapped. “Come on in,” she ushered, closing the door behind him. She took the package, which had the signing clipboard on top, from the driver and turned to place it on the small table in the foyer. As Sarah had her back turned and was bent over, she wondered if the driver was admiring her ass. She knew the towel was riding dangerously high as she grasped the clipboard and pen.

Sarah was beside herself now. There had been way too many “opportunities” presented to her over the past couple days. Brad’s weird behavior, her unusually erotic dreams, the newspaper, the odd night at the hotel; everything was adding up, and Sarah couldn’t deny her body what it had the opportunity for. Her brain short circuited and blocked out every sense of reasoning. She swallowed the lump in her throat and signed the pad. As she straightened up, she felt the knot loosen. Sarah released a sigh of pent up air in her lungs as she spun on her heels. “Here you go,” she smiled as she held out the clipboard in one hand and the pen in the other. The combination of the swift movement and the release of air from her deflated chest caused the towel to come undone and float to the floor.

The silent, dumbfounded delivery man stood motionless as Sarah placed the items into his open hands. His jaw hung open, nearly touching the floor, as his eyes soaked in the raw beauty of the picturesque patron. He could feel his straining manhood, painfully swollen, entrapped in his trousers. He thought he heard the strawberry blonde bombshell say, “You can’t go back to work looking like that.” The next thing he realized, she was on her knees in front of him, pulling his zipper down and fishing his hard snake out. By the time he could let out a surprised sigh, his cock was enveloped by her wet hot mouth. Looking down, all he could see were the water drenched strands of hair, dripping droplets of water along her smooth tanned back. His eyes wandered along the length of her back and caught a glimpse of her flaring hips and tight, rounded ass. The sensations traveling up and down the length of his cock snapped his attention back to Sarah’s bobbing head. Within a minute he was moaning and groaning in unison with the nymph humming on his dick.

The only thing Sarah could envision was sucking the life blood out of this young stud. She desperately wanted his youthful nectar; to swallow it, to bathe in it, to rub the lotion into her recently sun-reddened skin. She needed it; and at that moment, nothing was going to stop her from getting what she needed. She was oblivious to everything as she concentrated solely on satisfying the unknown man, waiting for his ‘special delivery.’ She heard him moaning as she sucked vigorously, pumping her fist along the throbbing shaft. She knew the time was quickly approaching, when she would get her first dose of foreign protein, and the mere thought thrilled her. The prick pulsed within her grip several times before she heard the nameless man grunt. He thrust his hips forward, lodging his lancet in her throat. Sarah gulped as the gun exploded, swallowing the sweet substance as it coated the walls of her esophagus. The rapid firing of the pistol filled her mouth to overflowing; causing the excess to seep from the tight seal of her lips, and then drip down her chin, forming droplets on her heaving chest.

Sarah backed off the finally wilting cock, having thoroughly cleaned it of any remaining evidence of their encounter. Sighing contentedly, she tucked the semi-turgid flesh back into the brown trousers and zippered the man up. Sarah had a glow about her face as she rose to her feet, smiling wickedly. “Thanks for the delivery,” she said just before leaning in and kissing the delivery man on the cheek. “Come back sometime soon.” Sarah turned the bewildered man around and shooed him out the door. She closed and locked the door and grabbed her towel from the floor and the package from the table. She walked right by Mark, not noticing him hiding in the closet. She plopped in the sofa and put the package on the coffee table. She sat motionless for a few minutes as the adrenaline rush wore off.

That’s when it finally hit her! “Oh my God,” she cried out to no one. She dropped her head into her hands and sobbed uncontrollably. She had just cheated on her husband. She just had an affair; an affair with a complete stranger. To make matters worse… she liked it. It made her feel good … but now she felt guilty. She found it difficult to deal with her emotions. She sat there crying to herself for the next half hour, until she ran out of tears.

Still shaking from her crying bout, Sarah eyed the plain brown package. Eventually her curiosity overtook her guilt and she began inspecting the package. No markings, other than her name and address. She wondered whether she should open it, or wait till Brad came home. No! A woman’s curiosity can’t wait. She tore the tape from the cardboard box and pulled open the flaps. She peered inside, gasped, and froze, unable to take her eyes off the contents. She covered her mouth to keep from screaming out loud.