The delivery man, not content with sucking and kissing on Akshara’s breasts, used his now free hands to raise the hem of her chemise and squeeze her naked ass. My wife squealed and caressed the back of his head. I could sense a bit of cum sliding out of my penis, making my underwear wet.
After what felt like many hours but could only have been a few more minutes, the man separated his lips from Akshara’s right breast. This one also bore traces of his saliva, a thread of it even sliding down the curve of her side boob.
“I’m sorry about that, Madam,” he said, though he didn’t sound all that sorry.
“Don’t apologize,” Akshara told him. “You’ve been so good to me.”
She used a finger to mop up his saliva from her skin and, as he watched, she licked it up. The man gulped and licked his lips.
“Would you like a kiss?” Akshara asked him.
She didn’t wait to hear his answer, swooping down and kissing him full on the mouth. I could see her run her tongue over his crooked teeth until he let his own purple tongue out to meet her. Their tongues slid over each other for the next minute or so before Akshara finally broke off the embrace.
“That was wonderful!” she said. “Thank you so much for everything.”
“It was my pleasure, Madam,” the man. “Can I, before I leave?”
He pointed at her chest. Akshara smiled and nodded.
“Of course. They’re all yours.”
The man leaned forward and kissed each nipple, letting his lips linger on them and even letting his tongue come out and lick them once. Akshara cradled his head the whole time and when he was done, she kissed him on the forehead a last time. The man touched her mangalsutra and grinned at her.
“I’ve never done that with a married woman before,” he said.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Akshara told him.
She took a step back and the man took this as his cue to leave. Akshara closed the door after him, turned to me, and then slapped her forehead.
“What?” I said.
“We forgot to pay him for the pizza!”
“Oh, I don’t think he’ll mind.”
Akshara giggled. I went up to her and pulled her chemise over her head before dropping it onto the floor. My wife stood in front of me, completely naked.
“What did you think?” she said.
I kissed her, our lips pressing against each other as if they couldn’t get enough of each other. My hands found her breasts, which still had the faint imprint of the man’s fingers on them.
“I’d like to fuck you right now,” I said.
Akshara reached down a hand and took hold of my erection through my shorts.
“Good,” she said. “I want to be fucked by you right now as well.”