[FM] FOODE DELIVERY

The Friday night drinks party at work had come to an end. I’d been standing for hours in my new three-inch heels, which were killing me. I simply wanted to go home, have a nightcap and something to eat, and put on one of the old T-shirts my ex had left behind when he ran off with his lab assistant three months ago.

The cretin!

I unlocked my front door and turned on the lamp in the living room before walking through to the bedroom, leaving a trail of my dress, bra, and underwear behind me. I hurled my shoes across the dimly lighted room, my feet sliding into the carpet.

Did I mention he had a male lab assistant?

Most likely not. I was still reeling from the shock and didn’t want to bring it up again, not even to myself.

What was evident to me, however, was that Greg was not returning.

He was, ironically, one of the most macho-looking individuals you might encounter. That didn’t seem to matter; as I’d discovered on Google, gay men were frequently stunningly attractive and sexually sophisticated. I must have missed something in the six months we had been married and the two months before that of our whirlwind relationship.

He’d arrived home late and a little tipsy. It took a long, but he finally said it;

“There’s no simple way to tell you, Mia. In some respects, I’m as surprised as you will be, but I’m gay. I’d suspected it, but I dismissed it as a fleeting fad, so I never said it.”

“What? Gay? No! ”

He stood in our living room, flushed and uneasy.

“Mia, as much as I adore you as a person, I have another man in my life who I know is the one for me.” This isn’t what I was hoping for, but it needs to be done.”

“Who exactly is it?” Do I recognize him? ” I rasped, my mouth parched. We’d only just begun our married life together. Now look at this!

I felt as if the anchor in my future existence had been pulled away, leaving me adrift in a sea of misery, fear, and loss. Wasn’t I enough for him? But I knew he was what he was, and it had nothing to do with me… but a speck of doubt lingered in my thoughts.

Friday night was ‘fuck night’ before my hunk of a husband went off with Dennis, pretty Dennis, whom I had never in a million years considered a competitor.

Now I was alone and hungry. I’d let the refrigerator run low since Greg had gone.

I took out my phone, dialed the local Greek restaurant, and ordered more take-out than I could possibly eat on my own, but I was still struggling to adjust to the ‘on my own’ part.

The home delivery guy arrived 15 minutes later, as stated. I’d gotten one of Greg’s T-shirts, put a sarong around my waist to hide the fact that I wasn’t wearing underwear, and gone to the door to get my souvlaki with everything, dips, and hot Greek bread.

When I opened the door, the delivery man stopped me dead in my tracks.

He was tall, rangy, and young, and he was most likely a college student supplementing his income by delivering take-out. When I say young, I mean 18 or 19 years old. I’m 34, therefore I’m probably in the same age range as his mother.

“Evening, ma’am,” he smiled. Your request.”

Then he just stood there, staring at us. With the sexual energy blowing between us, you could have ignited a car. I could tell he was summing me up, his gorgeous blue eyes under strong brows, playing with the possibility that his night was going well.

My womb began to drop. He wore his light brown hair wavy and long to his shoulders. He was one of those young males who were still growing yet were pumped with testosterone. He was also courteous. He was waiting for me to make a decision, for me to determine what to do next. I could have just responded, “Thank you,” taken the package, and shut the door.

No, I didn’t.

Instead, I stretched out and took his shirt, dragging him inside.

“Are you sure about this, Lady?” ”

I decided to throw caution to the wind. After all, it was ‘Friday fuck’ night.

“Please come in…”

I gasped as I lifted his sagging top. “I wasn’t sure before, but now I’m certain.”

A smile appeared on his handsomely sculpted lips. He had dimples that creased his cheeks, which added to his allure.

It had to be his cock! I could tell he was big, really big, very long, and quite hard. It was out of proportion to his still-young physique, but its desire and potency were undeniable. It was stuffed for me. It had to be a lightning reaction to the yearning he saw in my eyes.

I slid onto our living room’s enormous leather sofa, the one where I had fucked Greg when he was still Greg-my-guy and not Greg-Dennis’-guy.

“How do I address you?”

“Matt. Yours? ”

Was I crazy to tell him? But he already knew my address. I was already in over my head.

“Mia.”

“A lovely name for a lovely lady.”

“Would you like something to drink?”

“No, Ma’am, I’m on duty.” There will be no alcohol.”

“Is it okay to fuck customers?”

“Depends.”

“It all depends on what?”

His beautiful face was brightened up by his smile. “When he grows up, this guy is going to be terrible,” I thought. “Right now, he is a wonderful kid on the verge of becoming himself.”

I could feel the wet between my legs, my clit hardening as I untied the sarong to show him I was ready. He slid onto the sofa next me, his gaze traveling down my legs (which were pretty darn amazing for a woman my age, toned, tanned, and long) and then up, pausing over the soft curls concealing my pussy. His pupils hardened. I figured he wasn’t a virgin since some young lady would have opened her legs for him long before tonight.

He’d picked up on my fragrance, my need, and his own.

“I’d have to move quickly… ”

“I prefer quick.”

He felt for my breasts by running his hands up beneath my T-shirt. My nipples, which were exceptionally large, got his complete focus. He yanked my T-shirt off. I was now naked. I raised my breasts to that eager lips and offered them to it. He clung to me tightly, pulling and sucking and rubbing his tongue over my tingling nipples. My body reacted, and I felt myself melting. “Unbelievable!” he said beneath his breath. ”

“I want to see you, Matt… take off your jeans.”

He was naked below, and that cock – at least nine inches of it – came up hard and ready, cum pouring down his rigid shaft in a sluggish stream.

I pushed up his shirt and ran my hands over his smooth, hairless chest, ribs engraved, abs devoid of superfluous flesh. His balls were pressed up against the enormous cock’s base.

“Are you sure you can take me, Ma’am?” I don’t want to cause you any harm…”

I was now straddling him. “I’m not sure, but we’ll find out soon… Here, let me assist you.”

I raised myself so he could see as I parted my wet inner lips, my clit poking out in anticipation. Then I pushed the bullet-head into my cunt with that long, long wonderful cock. I’m already tight, and he was going to be a challenge, but one worth taking. Fortunately, I was also drenched and desperate to take in as much of him as possible.

His nostrils expanded as his breath came in sharp rushes. I sat up on my haunches and lowered myself onto him softly, ever so carefully. He was inflicting pain on me while simultaneously delighting me. I was as hungry for him as he was for me.

I raised myself so he could see as I parted my wet inner lips, my clit poking out in anticipation. Then I pushed the bullet-head into my cunt with that long, long wonderful cock. I’m already tight, and he was going to be a challenge, but one worth taking. Fortunately, I was also drenched and desperate to take in as much of him as possible.

His nostrils expanded as his breath came in sharp rushes. I sat up on my haunches and lowered myself onto him softly, ever so carefully. He was inflicting pain on me while simultaneously delighting me. I was as hungry for him as he was for me.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “Be tougher,” I exclaimed.

My entire body was on fire for him. He leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes and swaying with me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I could hear myself saying. Don’t give up! Don’t give up! ”

And then came the time when I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. My climax was deep and intense, with each pulse coursing through my body. I burst out laughing.

“Is this what you want?” he inquired, his face furrowed. “Be tougher,” I said.

For him, my entire body was on fire. He slumped back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and swayed alongside me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I heard myself say. Never give up! Never give up! ”

And then there came a point when I couldn’t hold back any longer. My climax was intense and deep, with every pulse coursing through my body. I couldn’t stop laughing.

I’d discovered the perfect cure for Greg.

“Matt, I’m going to order souvlaki for next Friday.” Could you please ensure that you pick it up? ”

With that lovely smile, he glanced down at me.

“Certainly, ma’am!”

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