As a thirty- four year old blonde haired,brown eyed married mother of two children, I was a year into the open marriage decision with my husband. Still a bit tentative about having sexual encounters with other men, but becoming more adventurous as time passed.
With my husband's encouragement and approval, I was dressing more provocatively, flirting with men, meeting one of my insurance clients on several occasions for a bit of adult fun.
At five-seven with a 36D-26-38 figure I was receiving my fair share of attention from my male colleagues, clients, friends and other men who were complete strangers, especially when I was alone or on a girl's night out.
It was early November, and we were ordering Christmas presents online, most of which were delivered by FedEx, and the driver was a very handsome man in his late twenties or early thirties with jet black hair, deep blue eyes, and a lean muscular build. He always had a big, bright smile, when he knocked at our door, and was very friendly, talkative, when I signed for the deliveries, not rushing away like he did when my husband or children were home.
One evening while my husband and I were talking about our day, I mentioned that Dustin had been by, with several gifts we'd ordered which were hid in our closet, and we had a nice conversation about the amount of people who were shopping early for the holidays, where I worked, and the fact that he knew my husband was a policeman. My husband grinned telling me Dustin was sweet on me, and was testing the waters to see if I might be interested in him.
I laughed saying he was just being friendly, but he was a nice guy, very good looking, but he was married with two children of his own, and one on the way.
My husband said the only way to prove him wrong was to give Dustin a little opening and see how he reacted. Then take it as far as I dared. So I asked him what he would do if things progressed the way he thought. He answered that I would probably end up messing up Dustin's delivery schedule for at least that day, and end up getting fucked, laughing as he saw the look on my face, when I started blushing.
The next few deliveries Dustin made I thought about the conversation with my husband, and started flirting a little while we talked on the porch, our little talks became longer, I gave him my business card with my office and cell number on it, telling him I'd be happy to help with his family's insurance needs and that he should give me a call.
On Saturday my husband was working, the children were spending the weekend with the youth group from church, and I had just finished my shower, hair, and was wearing my long cotton robe with my first cup of coffee in hand when I heard a truck pull up in the driveway, and Saw Dustin walking through the yard towards our front porch carrying an arm full of packages. I opened the front door before he could knock and was greeted with his dazzling smile and held the storm door open telling him good morning, asking what kinds of goodies he had brought me today. He set the boxes down inside the doorway saying there were two more and he'd be right back, hurrying back to his truck to get them.
That morning it was cloudy, cool, and drizzling rain, I was holding the storm door open barefoot, in nothing but my robe as Dustin came back stepped just inside the door and put the packages down by the others and told me how lovely I looked today. shivering as water dripped down the back of his neck. His hat was soaked, his hair was too, so I asked if I could bring him a towel to dry off and if he had time I had freshly brewed coffee in the kitchen.
He said a towel would be great, but I would really appreciate a cup of hot coffee, I was bent over picking up a few of the packages, and Dustin without being asked picked up the others, explaining they were heavy asking where he should put them. He set them on kitchen table and took the towel I had for him, removing his hat, drying his thick, black hair, watching me as I took a cup from the cabinet and poured his coffee. Between carrying the boxes I'd picked up, and taking his cup from the cabinet, the top of my robe had fallen open just enough to show I wasn't wearing anything under it, and Dustin noticed it as he sipped his coffee, and asked where everyone was this morning.
