Bored pussy of my housewife 

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Trina tapped her nails on the side of her coffee cup. He was late. It wasn’t like him to not be exactly on time. Hell, it was pretty much part of his job! 

She walked around the living room, her heels clacking against the hardwood floors. This wasn’t what she normally wore during her days at home, but for Jake, she wanted to look her best. She had thrown on a cute summer dress that clung to her curves just perfectly, straightened her blonde hair, and had completed the look with heels. She just knew Jake was going to die when she saw it.

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As for her wedding ring? It was tucked safely in her underwear drawer. The last thing she needed was for either of them to feel guilty as they were getting it on. 

“Where are you?” Trina mumbled under her breath, peering through the living room blinds. The afternoon sun cut through the slats.

Finally, as if reading her mind, the delivery truck pulled up in front of her house. Trina smiled as she watched Jake hop out of the driver’s side and onto the sidewalk in his dark brown delivery uniform that only he could make look so damn good. If all delivery drivers were that hot, the world would be in trouble.

Trina was all excitement and giggles as Jake walked up to her front door, his eyes already widening on the other side of the glass. Trina looked gorgeous.

“You look amazing,” he said, stepping into the living room and eyeing Trina up and down. 

He looked around the place, as though making sure they were alone. But he knew just as well as Trina did that her husband wasn’t going to be home anytime soon. He was away on another one of his week-long business trips. He always had trips in some random city or another, leaving Trina alone in this big house. The loneliness had quickly got to her, but then Jake came along one day, and the rest was history.

“Thank you,” Trina said, smiling as she kissed Jake’s mouth, which tasted like coffee. “I got dressed up just for you.”

They wasted no time. Trina pulled Jake towards the couch and sat him down on it while she dropped to her knees. Jake was in awe at how pretty she looked, the sun glistening onto her light blonde hair as she pulled his cock out of his shorts.

“Holy shit, Trina,” he moaned, settling back against the couch. He had to be the world’s luckiest delivery driver, he realized.

Trina moved her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the head of Jake’s cock every time she reached the top. Jakes seemed to like it, moaning louder with every move. Trina could have done that all day. He had the most perfect cock and his reactions always turned Trina on. 

“Come here,” Jake said. “I want to eat that pussy.”

Trina happily got off the floor and laid down on the couch, as Jake took her skirt and bunched it up around her waist. He slowly pulled off the pair of lacy blue panties Trina had worn, exposing her soft, sweet pussy.

“Fuck, I’ve been missing this,” Jake sighed, burying his face between Trina’s legs. It was the best part of his day when he got to see her. It didn’t hurt that she had the best pussy Jake had ever seen. 

He ran his tongue over her clit while Trina moaned and trembled underneath him. The sun was warm on Jake’s face as he ate her pussy, devouring her completely. He had got to know Trina’s body pretty well these last few weeks, so he knew just what she wanted and how she liked it. Within a few minutes, Trina was panting, and Jake knew she was close. 

“Jake, fuck! Ahhh, fuck, fuck – ” Trina moaned, her chest heaving up and down as she came. As usual, the orgasms that Jake gave her were intense and incredible.

Jake had barely pulled away from her pussy when the car door slammed outside. Trina sat upright suddenly, her eyes big. 

“Shit,” she hissed. “That has to be Dalton.” 

She hurried to the living room window and peeked out, seeing that she was right. Her husband must have come back early from his work trip. She wracked her brain trying to figure out why but realized she didn’t have time to figure it out. He was already closing the driver’s side door and was now at the backseat, pulling out his suitcase from his trip.

Dalton was getting himself together, his cheeks burning red. “What do I do? Go out the back?” he asked, panicking. The last thing he needed was for Trina’s husband to catch them together.

“No, no,” Trina said, waving her hands to the stairs. “Go upstairs. Hurry!” Jake headed to the staircase as Trina grabbed her thong off the floor and shoved it under a couch cushion.

Jake was barely out of sight before Dalton was barging through the front door.

“Honey, wow! That dress!” Dalton cried, looking his wife up and down. “Is that just for me?”

Trina ran her hands across it, smoothing it down. She laughed awkwardly, giving her husband a quick kiss. “Yes! It is. I’m. . . I’m glad you like it. What are you doing home, baby?”

“We finished up early. I asked if I could come home instead of flying into Detroit. So. . . surprise!”

Trina tried to think up an excuse. “Um, actually, hon – I hate to be a pain in the ass, but I just remembered we don’t have any heavy cream for dinner tonight. Any way you can run out and get some? I want you to have a nice meal.”

Dalton sighed, but he was smiling. He kissed his wife on the forehead. “Okay, fine. But have that dress on when I get home.” He gave her one last adoring glance before heading back out the front door and to the car.

When he had pulled out of the driveway, Trina hurried upstairs to find Jake hiding in the guest room. She closed the door behind her and lunged at him, her heart racing. She knew it was bad, completely bad, but that was the most thrilling thing that happened to her in months. She was exhilarated.

“Should we?” Jake asked, hesitating. “He’s coming right back, isn’t he?”

Trina tore her mouth off of Jake’s and looked at him. “Yes, so we better be fast.”

Jake grabbed Trina and moved them both so that they were on the bed, with Jake on top. He quickly pulled off his shorts and got in between Trina’s legs. He spread her thighs to see that her pussy was dripping wet. Strings of wetness were hanging out from her pussy to the inside of her legs. It was pretty typical of their encounters with each other.

“God, I love how wet you get,” Jake said quietly, as he slid his cock into her.

Trina sunk into the mattress. Every time Jake pressed his way into her pussy, it was like the first time. It was as though his cock was made for her, with how perfectly it fit. 

Jake leaned over her, looking into Trina’s eyes as he pumped his hips against her. Her lips were hanging open, taking shallow, fast breaths. 

“You feel so good.” Trina spoke quietly, as though Dalton was standing right outside the door, listening to them.

Jake smiled his sweet little smile. “So do you.”
He jolted back to reality, realizing they didn’t have much time. This was the downside of fucking a married woman. Jake picked up the pace, fucking her harder now, his cock slamming into her over and over. Trina’s fingers grabbed the blankets and twisted them up. A huge shiver ran through her body, making her clench up, and seconds later, Jake had thrust into her one last time.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, his cock balls-deep in her pussy as he came. 

Trina looked down as his cock twitched inside her, the lips of her pussy spread out around his shaft. She wanted to do this every day with him.

Jake pulled slowly out of her, groaning as he did so. Then he sat on the bed next to Trina, who was fixing her dress. She smiled at Jake and gave him a quick kiss.

“I’m sorry we were interrupted,” she said. She really did feel bad.

“It’s okay.” Jake brushed a hair from her face. “It was still fun. I’m going to take off though, before he gets back.”

The timing couldn’t have been better. Dalton was pulling up the street just as Jake had hopped back into the delivery truck. Trina began to head downstairs, but turned around halfway, remembering her wedding ring that was still hiding in the underwear drawer. 

She slipped the gold band on her ring finger and looked out the bedroom window, watching the delivery truck drive away. 

The door opened downstairs, and Dalton’s voice carried upstairs.

“Honey! Grocery delivery!”

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