Mark answered the door. On the other side stood a tall young man in a courier's uniform, carrying an electronic clipboard and a bulging padded manila envelope. Mark ushered him into the apartment.
"My office is over here," he said, escorting the young man through a very modern parlor to a stark wooden door, and through that to a wide, well lit room with file cabinets and sideboards surrounding a large flat desk with a computer and stacks of papers wedged in beside a phone. Squat, free-form glass bowls held various small items like paper clips and rubber bands.
Mark, a youngish-looking 33, took the envelope and quickly read the address label, although he already knew who had sent it, and he signed the young man's clip board with the attached laser pencil. His eyes tweaked and he grinned secretly.
"My wife handles gratuities," he said. "Do you have a moment?"
The young man, a healthy twenty-year-old college student working for his tuition, and whose shirt pronounced him to be named "Teddy", nodded. Mark turned toward yet another door that led to an inner room and called, "Karen?" very gently, and he opened the end of the envelope with a pocket knife while he waited.
The interior door opened shortly and Karen walked in. She was the same age as her husband, tall, lithe, dressed in a casual top and khaki slacks. Her feet were bare and her long dirty-blonde hair fell in wild cascades around her pretty face.
"Would you care to tip the young man?" Mark asked, and he stepped aside, pretending to pay attention to the envelope's contents but really watching for Teddy's reaction to what would come next.
Karen, not losing a beat, walked across the office and shed and abandoned her shirt, revealing large unfettered breasts that swayed hypnotically with her steps. She stopped before the desk and grabbed a rubber band from one of the glass bowls and with it quickly tied back her hair. Standing now before the slack-jawed Teddy, she descended to her knees in front of him, opened the zipper of his pants, and reached in to pull out his cock, which was already on its way to a mighty erection. She licked her lips once to wet them, and then engulfed him.
Mark squatted down beside her. He had abandoned the envelope and grabbed a digital camera from a handy drawer. He smiled up at Teddy, who looked both thrilled and horrified at the same time.
"For our collection," Mark explained simply, and he focused in on the action and snapped two quick pictures, studied them in the small LCD screen on the camera back, and then took a third, not sure if either of the first captured the act properly.
Karen's mouth worked Teddy's cock feverishly, her tongue wrapping about the swollen head as her lips pumped the shaft. Twice Teddy lost his balance and had to grab the top of her head to keep from falling backwards. This contact seemed to only encourage her more, and she attacked him almost angrily. When she felt him getting ready to come, she pulled him from her mouth and finished him with her slender hand, letting him spray all over her face and breasts.
When he was dry she let him go and stood, and grabbed a wad of paper tissues from a box on the sideboard to clean up. Teddy put himself back together, and stared wide-eyed at Mark. Not completely sure what had just happened.
"It's a custom of ours," Mark explained, and he tapped a few keys on the computer and then swung the large, flat monitor around, showing Teddy an array of pictures, every one of them a close-up of Karen sucking on a variety of different cocks. The pictures spanned some time; in the first few her hair was cut very short, and in one of those she wore glasses.
Teddy was understandably speechless.
"Would you care to know how this custom began?" Mark asked him. "It's a cute story, actually." Mark took Teddy's inability to either agree or decline as acquiescence. "Care to tell him the story?" he asked his wife.
Karen dropped her used tissues in the waste basket and bent to collect her shirt. "You tell it so much better than I," she said. Teddy thought her voice sounded as silky as her tongue had felt, and inside his pants his cock stirred at the sound of her.
Mark held out his overstuffed office chair for Teddy, who sat hesitantly. Mark rested on the edge of his desk and began to relate the story.
"We were only married for a few months," he started, "and were on vacation upstate, in a small rented cabin in the woods. It was the last day of our stay, and the weather had turned miserable. A cold heavy rain fell, driven by gusty winds. About eight o'clock that night we were bored and hungry but neither wanted to go out in the storm. I found a phone book and after making a few calls found a pizza parlor in a nearby town that would deliver to us, all the way up in the pine woods.
"I remember telling my wife that it would be there in forty-five minutes, and saying to her, "You have the money, right?" because she always handled our cash for us. Still does. I'm a wiz with words but frightfully poor with numbers. Anyway, she tells me that she's broke, and now we start a mad scramble through our things to come up with the money for the pizza. We found just enough to cover the pie itself, but Karen here laments that we've nothing to give the delivery man as a tip.
"Now, you have to understand, that marriage is not just a piece of paper or a few words spoken before a magistrate, it is a state of mind, and we hadn't been together long enough yet to have entered that "married" state, so we were still somewhat playful and nasty, I suppose, and Karen has always had this predilection for oral sex."
Teddy looked at Karen, who, dressed again, leaned against the sideboard and listened. She met his gaze with a flat look because, of course, Teddy already had experienced her partiality so there was no need for her to support her husband's assessment. Mark misinterpreted his wife's look as one of quiet challenge.
"Well, you do, dear," he said, instantly defensive. "You've gone down on me in darkened theaters despite the crowds, in the car in broad daylight while I drive, and remember that time at the Garden Center, back in amongst the flowering shrubs?" He directed his talk to Teddy again. "She suddenly pulls me into the rhododendrons and descends on me the way she did you a moment ago, with customers not ten yards away."
Karen smiled, apparently quite pleased with her reputation.
"Anyway, knowing how much she likes it that way, I said to her, "If you're so concerned about the poor delivery boy then why not blow him for a tip?" I'm not sure if I worded it so crudely at the time..."
"You did," Karen interjected.
