She thought back to last night in the bar and wondered if she should just go back there and sit until the right man made his move. But that would mean waiting until tonight, and tonight Tom would be home, wondering where she was. Lucy had hoped to rub her husband's nose in her revenge, but faced with the prospect, she found she didn't yet have the courage. Better to practice a little while first, she thought.
For the next hour, Lucy sat in the living room, a continuous stream of fantasies running through her head. Bit by bit it came to her that she could now sleep with any man she wanted. What surprised her the most was the realization that she had longed to do this for years. Only the expected habits of married life had kept such forbidden thoughts from rising to the surface – until her discovery of Tom's treacherous infidelity had cracked through her protective self-deception.
Boys, men, sailors, the mailman – no, he was too old – images of possible lovers began to trip through the young blonde's excited mind until she felt the familiar heated wetness between her legs and knew she had to do something about it right away or she'd explode. She would probably have masturbated right then, and the resulting release of tension might have delayed her whole plan that morning.
But even as her hand was stealing up the inside of one thigh toward her seething cunt, she heard the sound of a large truck pulling to a stop outside the house. Then a heavy door slammed. Jumping to her feet, Lucy peered through the kitchen window.
"It's the water man," she murmured to herself. In Lucy's part of Southern California, the tap water was undrinkable, and most people had water delivered to their houses. Lucy had always been vaguely aware that the delivery man was rather good-looking, but now, full of zeal of her plan for revenge, she saw how good-looking he really was.
A man about forty with a big bushy moustache sweeping up at the ends and a full head of dark curly hair, his muscles bulged under his thin shirt as he hoisted one of the heavy five-gallon water battles onto his shoulder.
"That's him! He's going to be the first one!" Lucy whispered excitedly to herself as the delivery man came up the walk. His usual custom was to deliver the water outside the door, then knock to see if Lucy wanted him to hoist one of the heavy bottles into place on top of the cooler. Well, today, she'd have some additional requests to make.
Lucy was wearing a robe over her shorty nightgown and bow quickly took it off, leaving herself clothed only in that one sheer, skimpy garment. The shorty was cut low at the top, baring her shapely tits almost down to the nipples, which showed through the flimsy material anyhow, their soft pinkness looking smoky gray underneath their thin veil. The hemline came down only to the bottom of her ass, leaving a slight swell showing. If her pussy hair had boon darker, it would have shown through clearly. As it was, with a little imagination, the wispy blonde tendrils could barely be made out as they covered her cunt.
The delivery man knocked on the kitchen door.
"Coming," Lucy sang out cheerfully, but with her heart in her mouth. She hoped she would indeed be coming in another few minutes, but she was scared. What if he turned her down? Better not be too obvious about it.
When the kitchen door swung open, the delivery man's lower jaw fell a little. Facing him was a beautiful sight – lovely Lucy, effectively naked, the filmy cover of the shorty nightgown sexier than if she'd been wearing nothing at all.
Jack had met plenty of horny housewives on his rounds, most of them, unfortunately, not too good-looking. Which was not, of course, the case with Lucy. For several months Jack had been appreciatively eyeing the young woman, wishing to hell she'd give him a play, but not really holding much hope.
Now, here she was, dripping sexual invitation, her gorgeous tits nearly hanging out in front of him. Jack was instantly on his guard. More than once he'd been merely teased by pretty young housewives who obviously got a kick out of inviting his advances and then acting shocked when he made a grab at them.
So, if Lucy expected an immediate response to her provocatively displayed body, she would be disappointed. Jack came in when she asked him, cool as ice, and took the old bottle off the cooler and prepared to install the new one. Lucy wondered what to do next.
"Uhh, would you like a cup of coffee?" she blurted.
"Sure. Why not," Jack replied evenly, deciding he might as well take a few minutes to see what Lucy had on her mind. She waved him to a seat, and then proceeded to do everything she could to let him know she was available.
Like bending down low, facing away from him, to get something out of a lower drawer. From behind her, Jack had a clear view of the shorty nightgown riding up higher, baring the whole lower third of Lucy's lush, naked ass. The picture became even more enticing when he caught a glimpse of a few blonde tendrils of pussy hair poking between her smooth white thighs. I think she means it! he thought, and his cock began to slowly harden inside his pants.
"Cream and sugar?" Lucy asked, trying to make her voice as husky and seductive as possible. As she bent low to set the steaming cup in front of Jack, he had a clear view of her shapely tits as the front of the revealing baby-doll nightgown gaped open.
"Uh, no… I take it back," he answered thickly, staring down at her delicate pink nipples. In his growing excitement, his hand jerked sideways and knocked the cup of coffee off the table.
"Damn! I'm sorry," he blurted, jumping to his feet.
"Oh, it's nothing," Lucy replied, instinctively jumping aside. The hot liquid was spreading over the kitchen floor. In their maneuvering, the two collided. Each became instantly aware that Lucy's sharp-pointed tits were being shoved firmly against Jack's bare forearm. For one long, agonizing moment they stood there, staring into one another's faces, reading the lust written there. Then Jack swept Lucy into his arms and crushed his mouth down on hers in a hot, lingering kiss.
"Mmmmnmnnn," they, sighed as their tongues intertwined in their hot, joined mouths. Jack's hands were busily roaming all over Lucy's tits, fondling their smooth warmth through the nightgown, then dipping inside the low front to tweak her pert nipples. They began to harden instantly, springing up hard, and ready under Jack's insistent finger tips.
Alive with desire, Lucy wantonly raised one leg and wrapped it eagerly around Jack's powerful thigh, pressing her cunt against his pantleg. Instinctively Jack pressed his thigh forward, shoving up into the exciting softness between the panting young woman's partly opened thighs.
But still Jack wasn't sure Lucy was going to go all the way. More than once in the past he'd had an apparently horny young housewife panting half-naked in his arms, only to have her back away at the last moment, obviously not willing to fuck.
This hot little blonde piece was just too nice to take a chance of fucking up. He decided to proceed slowly.
Those tits first! Jack thought eagerly. Seldom in his horny life had he had his hands on such a perfect set. He continued to explore their silky texture, marveling at the firm core that kept them jutting so enticingly out even without a bra. The nipples were silky smooth at their outer edges, growing hard and rubbery toward the tip. God, he had to taste them!
Jack quickly forced Lucy's arms down to her sides, then began pulling down the top of her nightgown. She eagerly helped, until the sheer material was off her slender arms and bunched around her middle, leaving her naked to the waist. Jack stepped back a little, his eyes gazing at the lush symmetry of the girl's perfect tits. Then his fingers dug into the creamy naked flesh.
Cupping his hands, Jack caressed Lucy's pink nipples, then buried his face in the velvety softness of her tits, running the tip of his tongue lightly over one hard nipple, then the other.