It was a Sunday like most, from the start anyway. I was up before my wife even if I could have stayed in bed a bit longer. Hours earlier we all but overdid ourselves, but those are the nights I lived for, to be lost in pleasure where anything goes.
But to my own mistake looking back, I had ordered a food delivery which under normal times would have been fine but again, I would not have changed a thing about the night before. So I rose from bed losing any chance for a morning blow job, my wife on most occasions raised hungry for cock, oh lucky me.
After a pee, a brush of my teeth and hair, then followed by a quick wipe with a warm washcloth tending to the dried cum on my front and the sticky lube leftover on my rear. A shower would have been the norm and a far better alternative but I feared the time. My concern was right once I got to my phone, my shopper had already started. His name was Kevin, a middle-aged Black man who has delivered here before. He had already exchanged two items and credited me for a third one. Sadly that one credit was an important thing to our Sunday meal so I reached out asking if it was possible to double back for its replacement.
"No problem, you just caught me. I was about to check out." He texted back. A few more texts came in, just the normal ones warning me of the coming order and then again as it was just about here. I kept an eye out and when I saw him approach I made my way to greet him at the door.
"Good morning and thanks for going back, you can set them just inside the door," I said.
"Oh, I don't mind bringing them in."
I thanked him again, instructing him to bring them to the kitchen. Said knowing that would take him past my bedroom where my wife lay naked on the bed. I watched as he went back for more items, his stopping at the site of my wife left unattended. He paused again, licking his lips on the way back only to apologize when he saw I was watching him.
