1. 45 From cheating housewife to who knows what? Pt1


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: alibodge, Rating: 50, Source: xHamster

    platform bra as well that expose my stiff expectant nipple`s, the doorbell rang at the expected hour and I opened it to find not Steve but a tall overweight driver from a delivery company with a parcel for me normally I stand inside the door and Steve blocks any passerby’s view as he comes in, however this chap stood to one side and I was f***ed to lean out towards him to sign the docket. Rather red faced I signed for the parcel conscious of the drivers eyes taking in every tiny detail of my body in a fast but very thorough appraisal of both body and the way it was dressed! Glowing, I snatched the parcel then stepped back indoors hurriedly the second that docket was signed, leaving an astonished driver looking at a closed door, within seconds the doorbell again rang and I opened it just a crack to see the chap striding down the path and Steve stood on the doorstep, I welcomed him in and things took their normal course of events. I later realised that there were some more parcels to come, so when the bell went at 9am on the following day I was dressed more carefully in “normal clothes”, the same driver (I later found his name was eddy) was stood parcel and docket in hand, desperately trying to keep a straight face, which I must say registered some disappointment at my attire. I signed the docket and he wandered away looking glum. Friday came and again I was dressed for Steve, this time my tits bubbling over the top of a western style waist clincher, balanced on high heels, ...
    the bell went and not expecting any more parcels I swooped on the door opening it to greet ...you`ve guessed it...bl**dy Eddy with a parcel and the inevitable docket! Again those eyes roved over the scant clothing and again I was asked to sign the docket as his eyes devoured my now erect nipples in a slavering gaze. Snatching at the parcel and scribbling my name hurriedly I was about to shut the door as Steve appeared through the garden gate, the parcel man turned away but I could see some form of understanding forming on his face, as he passed Steve on the path and nodded a greeting. We live in a bungalow in a leafy suburb, ½ way along a well spaced out lane. At the foot of our front garden in fact enclosing the whole garden is a fair height hedge to stop nosey people gazing into our lives, Jack keeps it well trimmed, and other than through the open gate passersby can`t see into the front garden or house at all, however if a lorry or van is parked in the roadway a view over the gate can be had from the driving cab a fact that did not escape the eager Eddy, who took to sitting in our roadway to eat his breakfast sandwiches each morning from about eight till sometime after nine. I though didn’t notice this, being busy dressing myself for Steve on alternate days and doing household chores on the other days. It seems Eddy`s hobby is photography though that fact escaped me at the time as well. Steve usually lets himself out after his “meal” so it came as a surprise when the bell ...
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