It had been almost two weeks since my wife Akshara gave a blowjob to the man who delivered our pizzas. After he had blown his load prematurely into her pretty mouth, Akshara had promised him there would be another time.
"Don't you think the poor man deserves another chance?" she asked me after a vigorous session of lovemaking, when the two of us were lying panting on the bed.
I lightly slapped the side of her breast before running my fingers over the nipple.
"Is that so?" I said. "You want to be naked in front of him again?"
"Maybe. Don't you want to see me naked in front of him?"
"Like I said earlier, he may want to fuck you this time. And not just with his fingers."
"Would that be a problem?"
I felt myself getting hard again. Akshara laughed and ran a finger up my penis, from the base to the tip.
"You're excited by the thought of it," she said.
"Of course I am. The idea of that man putting his dick in your pussy, that's quite something."
Akshara leaned across and kissed me. Her grip on my penis became firmer.
"Then I'll do it for you, my husband," she said. "I'll fuck that fat man for you."
That was all the encouragement I needed to get up, flip her onto her stomach, and fuck her from behind. It was one of the longest lovemaking sessions of our relationship.
The next day, we decided to go through with the plan. We ordered a pizza from the usual place and then looked at each other.
"What will you wear this time?" I asked her.
Akshara had a sneaky glint in her eye. She pretended to think but I already knew she had thought about this.
"How about nothing?" she said.
"You'll answer the door completely naked?" I asked, smiling as well now.
"Yes. He'll know I'm not fucking around. He can take me immediately, before I've even had the chance to close the door."
"I like this."
Akshara pulled off her top and then stepped out of her pajamas. I reached out and drew away her panties, smelling them before discarding them on the sofa nearby. My wife stood there in front of me, naked and beautiful.
"I want you right now," I said, my hands inching their way up her torso, from her waist to the undersides of her breasts.
Akshara kissed me before patting my cheeks.
"I'm not ready yet," she said.
"The necklace?" I remembered the old man liked this particular kink.
"Yes," Akshara said. "The mangalsutra is essential. Makes the man think this is even more forbidden."
"It makes me think the same."
We kissed some more and I could tell it was with some difficulty that Akshara extricated herself from me before prancing away to our bedroom. She was back a minute later. I whistled. Not only was my wife wearing the mangalsutra around her neck, she was also wearing a silver belly chain around her waist. It sat low on her hips, the curls of its design brushing against her public hair in places.
"How do I look?" she asked.
"You keep outdoing yourself, my wife," I said before pulling her into another embrace.
We were still fooling around by the dining table when the bell rang. Akshara jumped away from me, a hand to her mouth.
"Oh," she said. "I lost track of time."
From the way her skin was flushed, I could tell she was hot and bothered, maybe even wet between her legs.
"Go on," I said. "Don't keep him waiting."
Akshara made her way to the front door. I moved aside a little, the better to observe both her and the delivery man's reaction when the door opened and he saw her naked form.
"Let's do this," Akshara whispered before flinging the door open.
It wasn't the man we knew. The middle-aged, balding guy with a paunch that Akshara had teased and given a blowjob to. It wasn't him at all.
The man who stood at the threshold to our home was a young man, younger than Akshara by a few years at the very least. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a trimmed beard that didn't hide the smile on his face as he saw my naked wife. It looked like he had been expecting this.
"You're fucking gorgeous," he said. "For a second there, I thought the old bastard was lying."
Akshara, shocked at seeing this stranger, was now trying in vain to cover herself. One hand she placed over her breasts, not that this did much to cover them, and the other she placed over her private parts. She tried to nudge the door closed when the man spoke again.
"Don't you want your pizza, Ma'am?"
Akshara looked at me but I remained where I was.
"The old man talked, is it?" I said.
The delivery man nodded, his eyes not leaving Akshara for even a second.
"He said you guys like to have fun," he said. "Said your wife is quite the sly one."
"What about you? Do you like to have fun?"
The man looked at me at last and so did Akshara. The confusion and the shock cleared from my wife's face, replaced by a small smile. The man looked a bit nonplussed for the first time since he had arrived.
"You're fucking serious?" he said.
"Depends on her really," I said. "She can be very choosy."
The man looked at Akshara again.
"You mean she chose that ugly bastard?"
"I did," Akshara said.
"You chose to fool around with him?"
"Yes. I let him suck on my breasts, lick my nipples. Put his finger up my pussy."
At this, Akshara dropped her hands and placed them on her hips. The young man's eyes popped again as he took in her naked body. Without a word, he stepped into the house and Akshara closed the door behind him.
"I also sucked his dick," she said. "Would you like me to suck yours?"
The man could only gape at her. Akshara took the pizza box from him and went to the kitchen to keep it on the counter. This was smart of her. The man got a wonderful look at her ass as she walked away from him. The minute she was out of the room, he rounded on me.
"Boss, you sure you're okay with this?"
"So long as she is okay with it, yes."
"Fuck. This is unbelievable."
"Believe it, my man. You just got very lucky here."
Akshara came back into the room and then walked over to the sofa. The man, as if in a trance, followed her. I walked over to a nearby chair and sat down.
"You're very handsome," she told him. "But not as handsome as my husband here."
She got down on her knees and crawled over to me. The man kept watching her, doing nothing to hide the boner straining against his faded jeans.
"Before we do anything, I need to take care of him a little."
"Whatever you say, lady," he said. "I can watch."
Akshara came to a stop in front of me, a smile on her face. I leaned forward and we kissed, a long kiss with our tongues sliding over each other. By the time we broke apart, Akshara's fingers were working on the drawstring of my shorts. She loosened them, pulled my shorts down, and freed my penis. Looking back at the man, she tugged on my erection a few times.
"Go ahead," the man. "Suck on it."
Akshara obeyed him, turning back to wrap her sweet mouth over my penis. I breathed in deeply and the delivery man grinned and nodded.
"She gives a good head, I see," he said.
"That she does," I said. "Go show him."
Akshara let go of my penis before standing up.
"As you say, husband," she said.
She walked towards the man but before she could get down on her knees, he grabbed hold of her hand to stop her.
"Nah," he said. "I want to suck on your titties right now."
Akshara looked down and touched one of her nipples.
"These titties?" she said.
"Yep."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
The man emitted what sounded like a growl deep in his throat before bending down to take Akshara's left boob into his mouth. He wasn't playing around and nor was he being tentative with her flesh the way the older man had been at first. This young man started moving his mouth over my wife's boob like he had done this many times before. At the same time, he used his hand to squeeze her other boob hard. Akshara gasped.
