After our first encounter, we played it pretty straight, but we both acknowledged having an itch to have another hotwife/swinging encounter. We talked about it, but mostly between the sheets, where it sort of took the form of fantasy. Things went so well for us we got married. From the time of Sally's initial introduction into swinging before she was even my wife, until the next time, she put on a little weight, but not a lot. It really only served to make her hotter and more voluptuous if you ask me. Her tits got a little bigger, and there was now more cushion on her booty.
Shortly after Sally and I were married we ordered pizza from a new place, just a mom-and-pop operation right around the corner. It was delivered by young man, early 20s or so. Nothing remarkable about him: white guy, a little doughy, a little dorky, but not a bad looking guy. Sally answered the door wearing a pretty low cut top and he apologized for running late as he was the only driver. Once he left, she noted that during the whole transaction, this guy wouldn't stop staring at her tits, and a couple times peeked down her shirt as she fumbled through her purse in front of him. Of course, when you sport a pair of 38F-cup rockets on your chest, with nipples the size of bullets, you get a lot of that. She was fine with it, tipped him well, and was even amused by it afterwards when she told me about it.
A couple weeks later, we decided to order from the same place. I joked with Sally that if it was the same guy she ought to give him a little more of a show this time. She just laughed and headed for the shower, after she finished helping me in the yard. I was out front still working in the yard when he showed up.
"Hey there, thanks. What's your name?" I said.
"Brandon. How you doing?"
"Doing great. C'mon, Sally will take care of you."
As I let him in the door, I yelled up "Sally! Pizza's here! Would you take of him, I need to get cleaned up."
"Sure, honey! I'll take care of him. Just a second."
I could hear in her voice she knew what I was doing.
She came bounding down the stairs wrapped on in a towel that somehow kept her bosoms from escaping its clutch. It showed off her ample cleavage and came down just far enough to cover her shapely ass. Brandon watched her every step.
She pranced past him to her purse which sat in the floor just a few steps away. Sally nonchalantly squatted down to dig into her purse for the money, and the towel rose up over her ass, exposing not only her full butt, but revealing her tufted pussy cleft.
Brandon's eyes were bugging out of his head. He swallowed hard, and peered over at me. I just smiled back at him.
Money secured, she rose and the towel fell back down over her hips. She turned and strutted towards to him as though nothing was out of the ordinary.
"There's five extra there as a tip, is that OK? I want to reward you," she said with a sly grin on her face.
"No .. uh ... no problem," he stammered and turned for the door, looking back to say, "Thank YOU!"
As soon as we closed the door behind him, we both laughed. I was so turned on, I took the pizza from her, set it on the counter. I embraced my beautiful slut wife and kissed her deeply, caressing her amazing body. The towel fell to the ground, leaving her naked in the kitchen as the sun set in the distance.
This took her by surprise, but being the horny bitch that she is, it turned her on. In between kisses and gropes, she said breathlessly, "Pizza's getting cold."
Running a hand up her thigh and up against her mound I retorted, "Yeah, but your pussy's getting hot."
"Mmmm ... you're right ... maybe you should do something about that?"
"Oh, how I love you, my beautiful, sexy wife."
Seconds later, Sally's cannonballs were pressed against the countertop as I took her from behind.
In the middle of our impromptu fucking I ask her: "So are you going to up the ante next time he comes by?"
"Mmm ... maybe. Would it turn you to watch me suck off the pizza guy?"
This took me to another level. I loved it when she talked dirty to me.
As I pounded her harder, I responded, "Oh yeah! That would be so hot. Are you serious?"
"Yes," she responded in a lusty voice, "I wanna suck his cock in front of you. I wanna swallow his load in front of my husband."
That set me off, and I quickly delivered my load into her pretty pussy.
We really never talked about it further until a lazy Friday night a couple weeks later when we had nothing going on. I was watching the game, and Sally was sitting next to me reading a book in just an oversized t-shirt and panties, all prepared for bed later that night.
"So, how about some pizza?" she said, out of the blue, with a smirk on her face.
"Are you hungry for pizza, or some strange?" I asked her.
"Mmm, maybe a little of both ..."
I could see her getting flush and her always hard nipples were stiffened even further with arousal.
"OK, then. I'll make the call."
After placing the order, I knelt next to where Sally was on the couch, reached up and pulled her panties off, revealing her already puffy quim. She was a little surprised: "What are you doing?!"
"I'm getting you ready" I responded and buried my face in her crotch, splitting her labia with my tongue and then proceeded to flick her clitoris until I heard her moan, then back down to her slit, wedging my tongue inside her and licking deeply. I repeated the pattern, and after a couple minutes, wiggled two fingers up her snatch, and rapidly ran them in and out of her. That took her over the edge.
"Ohmigod!" she moaned, "Get up here and fuck me now!"
"Can't, honey, pizza will be here in a ..."