Ever since we had our first child, my husband and I have taken new measures to ensure our sex life doesn’t die out. One thing he has recently enjoyed is being a voyeur when I “accidentally” expose myself. At first I was hesitant but after the first few tries I started to grow fond of it and now see how fun it is. I enjoy it because I still have full control over the situation and can easily shrug it off as an accident if I get uncomfortable.
Before we begin, I need to fill you in on our play date arrangements. I met some of the local moms in my neighborhood during one of the HOA events. I found out they have kids around the same age as my daughter and invited me to join their play-date rotation. Every Friday, 1 mom would host the kids over for a small period usually between 2 – 3 hours. The other moms would give the hosting mom some money so she could buy the girls dinner and everyone else gets relaxing dinner time at their own homes. This week is was Shannon’s turn so my husband and I had some fun plans for the evening. I picked up my daughter after work and took her home to get her toys. From there, we drove over to Shannon’s which was 4 blocks down from our house. I then rush home and start getting ready for our evening.
At 4:15 PM my husband would order our dinner. Thanks to COVID, it was usually contactless with the exception of a local Chinese restaurant my husband loved. Dinner would usually take about 30 – 45 minutes to be delivered. From there, my job was to open the door and accept our dinner in my compromising attire. It started off as skimpy shirts and panties and that evolved into lingerie and now we are in the “open robe” phase. My husband gets to watch through our doorbell camera as the action unfolds live. By the time he comes home, I am usually soaking wet and he is rock hard and we have amazing sex. Then we have quick dinner before we go pick up our daughter.
Anyway, right now it is 4:20 PM and dinner should be getting made. I am in the shower and running in my mind how this is going to work. What will I say this time? Will I get a reaction? Will it be a reaction I like? I get out of the shower and begin putting on my make up. I look at the time. 4:30 PM. I finish with some time to spare and send my husband some sexy selfies. “Caution: Slipper when wet” I text him as a caption to my pics. Then the doorbell rings!
I prepare myself and make my way to the front door. In the hallway, I stop to look at myself in the mirror. I open my robe and let my breast show. My 34 C breast now taking a harder hit from gravity and my nipples finally recovering from all the breast feeding. I remove the plush belt from the robe so I wouldn’t be tempted to close it and pull up my thong just for visual effect. As I check my lipstick I hear the doorbell once again and yell, “I’m coming!” Geeze! He’s never been this impatient. I proceed to the door with my wallet and swing the door open. Still looking down, I open my wallet and pull out $40. I look up and see Shannon’s husband standing at the door! His mouth wide open in shock. I froze for what felt like an eternity. He was clearly staring at my breasts. The door behind me hit my butt and the bump brought me back to reality. I quickly closed my robe top and asked, “Is everything okay?” He stuttered and said, “Uhh.. Yea- yeah. Everything is okay. Err.. Fuck. Okay, I’m actually here because I came to get Mr. Whiskers. He was supposed to come to tea time.” Flustered, I laugh it off and apologize for forgetting to pack the stuffed animal. “Hold on. Let me get him for you real quick.”
I turn around and make my way inside. I run to my phone and I see its already ringing. My husband is calling me. I answer, “Oh my god. What the fuck?! You could have told me it was not the delivery man!” My husband is laughing his ass off and says, “Just so you know, I am so hard right now.” I pick up the stuffed animal from my daughter’s room and ask my husband, “Well I’m glad at least one of us is. My heart is racing! How should I end this?” As I finished my sentence a picture from my husband came in. It was cock out while he was driving. “Oh my god, babe. Is that for me?” He just replied, “Hurry up. He’s waiting.” Seeing my husband aroused started to get me aroused. I opened the door and now I saw Chuck (Shannon’s husband) and the delivery man. I purposely let go of my robe to open my wallet once again. I took out the $40 and in doing so my robe fell open. The delivery driver handed me the food and I handed him the money. During the exchange, my breasts became exposed and the delivery man smiled already knowing our routine. I smiled back and thanked him. I look at Chuck and he swallows his saliva and I hand him the stuffed animal. I hold the food now with both hands, squeezing my breasts together and say, “Thanks again, Chuck! Sorry for the trouble of making you drive all the way over here.” He was stuttering like a boy who had seen breasts for the first time. “Uhh n-n-n-no t-t-thank you! I’ll get Mr. Whiskers back right away.” I smile and make my way inside. “I’ll be over to pick her up at 6:30 PM. Apologize to Shannon for me!” With that, I closed the door.
Chuck stayed by the door reliving what just happened. My husband tells him over the doorbell, “Go home, Chuck. She’s mine.” Like that, he drops back to reality and runs to his car before he speeds off. My husband pulls into the drive way about 10 minutes later. I can hear the garage door open while I’m in the living room rubbing myself. I’m enjoying relaxing music when I hear him put the keys down in the kitchen counter. I open my eyes, “Hey love. How was wo—” and suddenly I find myself with his dick in my mouth. My massage every vein with my tongue and casually suck on his cock. I take his dick out and ask, “Was I a good wife today?” He bends over to kiss me and tells me, “You’re not done being a good wife today.” He then bends me over the sofa and moves my soaked thong to the side.
My vaginal fluids already lubricating both holes for him. For the next hour, we proceed to have sex throughout the house. Filled in every hole and multiple orgasms on both sides. We finish our night watching the evening news and eating our cold Chinese dinner before my husband went to go pick up our daughter.
>UPDATE: I found out last week my husband actually set up the whole thing. My daughter didn’t need Mr. Whiskers. My husband texted Chuck to go pick up Mr. Whiskers because supposedly my daughter would cry if she’s without him for too long. I only found this out talking to Shannon when she thanked me for the tip on Mr. Whiskers. She said it worked out since Chuck was able to stop by before getting home from work. My husband doesn’t know that I know.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/md2r9p/chinese_delivery_gone_wrong_mf