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To give some context to this story, I live with my wife, Heather, in a large two-story modern colonial in the country with a long, narrow dirt driveway. Heather and I have been married twelve years and we do alright for ourselves. I work from home as the lead editor for a famous publishing house and she works full-time outside the home as the general manager of a local brewing business. Our professional lives are extremely involved and busy most days.

Sadly though, I would describe our marriage as pretty run-of-the-mill; we’ve gotten quite complacent these last few years. We’ve both been sort of withdrawing if I’m being honest.

And that’s exactly how these kinds of stories usually start I imagine.

>>Enter Amber<<

Amber is the young and bubbly girl who delivers our Amazon packages, usually at least once a week (Heather has a closeted Amazon addiction. Needless to say, we get a lot of packages). Out here, the rural carriers are usually pretty consistent too. Every once in a while, there’ll be someone else who delivers our stuff but most of the time Amber is our girl.

My guess is that she’s around 21 years old, judging by the brief conversations we’ve had on the porch. And I’ll be the first to admit, she’s a damn good-looking young girl. Cute and sexy in her little tucked-in polo shirt and skin-tight black jeans. Amber’s petite but has a really shapely figure; her long brown hair done up in a ponytail that exits the back of the cap she wears.

I remember feeling guilty for thinking she was sexy the very first day she delivered for us and Heather commented on her looks saying, “She’s pretty cute, huh?”

“Are you into girls now?” I joked, trying to avoid the obvious trap. Deflection: an acquired skill only years of marriage allows you to have.

Most of the time, Amber would arrive around midday, about the time I’d be having a small lunch or coffee on the porch, taking a break from work. Though, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t pick up on some of the regularities in her schedule and plan my lunches accordingly just to get a look at her.

Every time Amber came to the house and saw me sitting there, she’d be smiling. Glowing, in fact. You could tell she was confident and liked people and didn’t mind the job, often having a noticeable bounce to her step. When it came to me, I think she just liked having someone to talk to and break up the monotony of the day.

We were on somewhat of a first name basis now too, where I would call her by her name but she would call me ‘Mr. H’. She’d jog up to the porch, see me having coffee, and say things like “You’ve got the right idea there, Mr. H!” or “Lucky you, I’m totally out!”

In fact, it got to the point where I’d bring the carafe out with me to the table and top her coffee mug off for her before she left. We also had an ongoing joke where I’d say that she’d have to stay and join me for lunch one of these days. That we could have a ‘proper coffee date’. And Amber knew I was married, of course, so this was all in good fun, but there was also an undeniable undertone of flirtatiousness and attraction to each of our exchanges.

>> Fast forward to today <<

I knew we’d be getting a delivery today because I was expecting a couple of books I ordered and received an email that they were on the way. It was a normal Tuesday. Heather was at the brew pub until 5 and I was taking my usual lunch on the porch when I saw that familiar dark blue van coming down the driveway. My excitement started to create as I sat up straight and got ready to see my favorite delivery girl.

“Hey Mr. H!” Amber said, smiling her classic big smile, as she got my package out of the van and scanned it. “This one’s heavy. Knowing you, I bet it’s books!”

“Guilty,” I laughed. “As though I don’t have enough already. One day I’ll learn to stop ordering more.”

“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t get to see me!” Amber joked, eyes flashing, as she finished taking a picture of the package on the porch, before handing it to me.

I laughed again, happy to see that the flirt was on. “Damn! You’re absolutely right. How could I not think of that! How stupid of me,” I said, as she stood there radiating a sort of hot, youthful attraction I hadn’t felt in years. “Well… suppose I do stop ordering, Amber. That would make today our last day to have that coffee date we’ve been putting off. All these months and we never got to have our date!”

“You know what… you’re right!” Amber replied. “Maybe we should have it today. I actually haven’t taken my lunch break yet, so that’d work out great honestly,” she went on confidently.

“I’ll pour the coffee,” I replied, half-joking, half-honest.

But then she surprised me by immediately coming over and sitting next to me on the table bench. It was summer and she was wearing black shorts now instead of her usual jeans. Definitely not Amazon dress code appropriate length I ventured.

So there we sat. Me straddling the bench and her sitting cross-legged on it, the two of us facing one another. I could feel the magnetism that was developing between us, both energy-like and physical. I tried my best not to ogle the shit out of her, but it was hard. Her shorts barely extended down her thighs from her crotch and there was a shimmer of sweat shining on her chest below her neck, where she had all three of the buttons to her polo undone.

And so the conversation carried on. We flirted and teased each other, sipping coffee, each of us in rare form. Then she took her cap off and untucked her shirt, saying, “boy it’s awful hot today” as she wiped some of the sweat from her temple.

She was right. It was. And then I noticed it. Holy shit.

My cock was totally hard.

I had been so enveloped by her presence that I must have not even realized it was happening. I squirmed a bit, placing my arms in such a way as to hide it. She hadn’t noticed either. But I couldn’t conceal it much longer, as the throbbing length of my rod slipped past my boxers and threatened to come out the bottom of my own shorts.

I couldn’t take much more of this. Her sitting there being so fucking hot. Bouncy and smiling and so fucking hot. I could feel my baser-self being pulled into her like a moth to a flame, as I closed the distance between us methodically. There was a lull in the conversation after she roasted me for I don’t even know what. I looked into her eyes, just staring into them, and her looking back into mine. Subtle smiles on each of our faces.

Before I knew it I reached out and grabbed her thigh. I couldn’t help myself. She looked down at my hand grasping the softness of her leg, and then up at me, before following my eyes down to my now unhidden and bulging erection. “This is happening?” she asked, trying hard to look away from my stiff cock.

“This is happening,” I said unquestionably.

Her legs unfolded and we moved in quickly. Our mouths connecting, tongues wasting no time at all. It was a physical, soaking, aggressive kiss. We were like two kids skipping the movie and heading right for the backseat, trying to fit months of physical attraction into mere moments.

In a flourish, our hands found the lengths of our whole bodies. I grabbed her tits through her shirt. She pulled at my cock, which could now be seen out of the bottom of my shorts, hard and glistening wet at the tip.

I stood her up and turned her around, pressing myself into her ass, which all but hung out the bottom of her shorts that had ridden up while we sat. I found my way under her shirt and sports bra and squeezed her tits as I kissed the nape of her neck behind her ear, while she tried desperately to reach around for the solid thing that was grinding into her ass.

I continued to rub against her. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was gonna fuck the girl I had lusted after for months, and in broad daylight on my front porch no less! And I didn’t care if anyone saw.

“Ohhhh Mr. H,” Amber moaned quietly, as I undid her shorts with both hands, still handling her from behind. Unbuttoned, I slid my hand down the inside of her panties and felt the soaking wet holy grail of her young womanhood. I kept thinking how could something be so wet and so tender and so warm. I needed to have her. I needed to be inside of this girl.

Not even bothering to remove any more clothing, I pulled down her shorts and panties and entered her from behind, while she gripped the banister of the porch with two hands. The warmth of her enveloped my swollen cock like I had stumbled into a different universe altogether. She let out another moan as I slowly reached the very depth of her, “Ohhhhh, Mr. H…”

In my mind at that moment, there was no shame, no guilt for the adultery I was so clearly committing. Only the hot warmth of Amber. And the sound of our bodies railing against one another as I thrust harder and harder, her hands tight around the porch rail, hanging on with all her strength. I pulled her head back by her ponytail and I fucked her faster and faster. I could feel the energy of my very being arriving at the tip of my cock with every thrust and clap. Her pussy accepting everything I gave. Her sumptuous ass sweating, beaming as it bounced off my body.

Then I heard Amber say, “go ahead, Mr. H… come for me. I want to feel you inside me… come for me.”

And oh how I came.

All of me filling up all of her, as the thrusts slowed and my body shivered, completely emptied. When I pulled my cock dripping wet gently out of her, it was like I was an astronaut returning to Earth, forgetting there was gravity and life and matter that existed elsewhere.

Amber turned around, the both of us smiling uncontrollably. “Thanks, Mr. H,” she said sweetly after catching her breath and kissing me on the lips.

Then she cleaned herself, bent down and pulled up her shorts, tucked in her shirt, fixed her cap, and sprung off the porch in her usual exuberant way, offering me one last smile before she got in that dark blue van and disappeared down the driveway.

NSFW: yes

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