Fireworks

Monica and I were watching TV last night in the living room, when we started hearing the sound of fireworks in the distant.  We had not heard any news that there was a nearby fireworks show, but we watched a wonderful display on the front porch.

It was after dark, so the kids were in bed.  It was really nice.  The weather was perfect; we just stood there in a loving embrace.  The flashes from the bright lights lit up her face every few seconds, and she looked so sexy.  I pulled her tight and kissed her around the back of the neck a few times, then she turned around and we had a wonderful, drawn-out, deep kiss.

Things got pretty heated and we made love on the patio furniture on the porch with the fireworks in the background.  We didn’t even notice that the show had ended, and by the time we winded down, all you could hear were the frogs and crickets in the dark.

I’m glad we had turned the porch light off: the neighbors would have gotten the best fireworks show ever!

The new pizza delivery guy

I was busy working all day and didn’t feel like cooking, so we had pizza delivered earlier this evening instead.  Monica had been watching the birdfeeders from the upstairs window when the delivery guy showed up.  We order from Antonio’s pretty frequently, so we know all the regular delivery drivers.  None have been particularly interesting other than a very quiet and sexy mid-50’s woman with long brown hair that shows up every couple of months or so.  So when this new delivery driver appeared at our door, we knew he hadn’t worked there long.

“Hey, you’re new, aren’t you?” I asked him.

“Oh yea, I’m Eric.  I go to MSU and am home for the summer.”

“Oh, cool, well I guess we’ll probably be seeing you around then.”

He went back to his car casually, and nothing seemed out-of-the-ordinary until I saw him sitting his car for almost a full minute before finally pulling away.  “Odd,” I thought.  I brought in the pizza to the kitchen and Monica came downstairs quickly.

“Who was that!?” she asked, wide-eyed.

“What?  You mean the new delivery guy?  ‘Eric’, I think.  Why?”

“Oh, well, you know, he was just kind, of…hot.”

“Hot??  Him??  Really?”

“Yea, and I think he saw me watching him from the window, ‘cause he was watching me from the car for a while before leaving.”

His behavior was starting to make sense now.

“God, he was hot.  Those tight jeans.  That ass.  Holy shit.”

“Huh?  What?”  Never had I heard Monica get excited over a pizza delivery guy.

“Damn, I’m getting wet just thinking about him.”  Without missing a beat, Monica approached me and grabbed my crotch.  She dropped down to her knees, unzipped me without unbuckling my belt, and pulled out my quickly hardening cock.

She immediately wrapped her lips around it and took the entire length in.

I was stunned and stumbled backward a little into the counter.

I don’t have time to write all the details right now, but she gave me an unbelievable blowjob, deep-throating several times, and I was cumming in no time in her throat.  My wife swallowed it all and sucked  the rest of the glistening cum from my cock until it was perfectly clean.

She stood up again and kissed me lightly on the neck a few times, whispering, “Eric, huh?  I want him.  We need to make a visit to that place soon to see if he’s working.

Well now.  I guess we may be having an extended lunch at Antonio’s one day next week.

Kohl’s

We did a little Spring wardrobe shopping at Kohl’s yesterday afternoon for the kids.  Monica found a nice “breezy” spring dress for herself and invited me into the dressing room to see it on her.  There was a female employee in her late 20’s keeping an eye on the dressing rooms, and I think she saw me go in there, but I can’t be sure.

Anyway, Monica’s always had a spectacular figure for a middle-aged woman, but that white dress really showed off her stuff.  With a new bra she tried on at the same time that lifted her tits and squeezed them together, this dress showed an unbelievable amount of cleavage!  She looking so fucking hot I couldn’t resist burying my face in there.  We made out for a few minutes and I licked and sucked on just her cleavage without removing any of her clothes.  It was somehow both romantic and erotic, being there in that dressing room in a department store.

I had a boner all the way home, but she didn’t take care of me until later last night.  It was well worth the wait