For a number of years our neighborhood has had a wonderful delivery driver. He really goes above and beyond and always has a smile on his face. After he drops off a parcel and leaves, I cannot help dreaming up classic porn delivery guy fuck scenes. He is just average looking and average build, but his attentive kindness does me in every time and when he hops back into his truck my hands hop down my panties.

Today at the office I am surprised when Carla in reception calls to notify me of a delivery.

“Okay Carla, sign for it and I will put a reminder in my phone to grab it on my way out this evening.”

“Um,” Carla hesitates, “I think you have to come now. The guy says it's really big.”

I mutter under my breath and leave my busy desk to see what the hell is going on. I didn't even order anything for the office, there must have been a mix up. I clear the turn to the lobby and HE is standing there, grinning as usual, and leaning his arm on top of a rather hefty, tall package.

I approach with confusion.

“Hi,” he says. “I have this package addressed to your house that requires a signature so I thought I'd save us all the trouble and drop it in here if that's okay.”

I have no idea what is in the box or how he knows where I work. I look at the tag and it is addressed to my husband. I sign for it and thank him. God, why after all these years do I only know him as ‘delivery guy’?

“Do you want me to carry it out to your car?" he asks. "It's heavy.”

“Yes, that would be great. Give me a minute to grab my keys.” I sway my hips a little extra as I walk back to my office and retrieve my keys. The idea that he has stalked me to the point of knowing where I work thrills me dangerously. Delivery guy follows me to my car and I am overcome with this warm feeling that he is checking me out. I am glad I chose to wear heels instead of flats with my pencil skirt today because I feel sexy as fuck. I stealthily undo an additional button on my blouse and give my round boobs a little push up.

I open the trunk of my car and there is no way the box is going to fit. “I will collapse the back seat.” I say and open the back door. When I bend down to release the seat, I feel his pelvis pressing against my rump and I yip in surprise. Gripping my hips, he pulls me back from inside the car and I stand up and turn in his arms.

I utter a small moan. My face is flushed and my chest is heaving as I watch his dark, hungry eyes wash over my face and cleavage. No sign of his typical warm demeanor remains.

“Do you think I don't know what a little tease you are? Always fluttering your eyes and mussing yourself up before you come to the door all these years?”

I gasp at his admission and submit to the carnal urge that comes over me as I grab his face and pull him to my glossy lips. What am I doing? I am a happily married woman! Fuck, but this feels so good, so exciting, so naughty!

His tongue pushes into my mouth and his body pushes against me, guiding me down and into the back seat of the car. We are in a public parking lot! Ohhhh, he pushes me along the seat, deeper into the car, grinding his thigh against my attention starved cunt, and devouring my neck and throat with his lips as I moan ridiculously and my open legs force my skirt up around my waist.

The bulge in his pants grinds me steadily and I nearly reach orgasm from the exhilaration of what is happening. “Oh my god, fuck me, Delivery Boy! Fuck me hard!”

He chuckles softly and mutters what a slutty wife I am while his hand frees his thick cock from his brown trousers.

I can't believe I am doing this! Roll a camera and scratch starring in a porno film off my bucket list! “Fuck!” I am sprawled the length of the back seat, my hands press against the seat backs to either side of me, my pointy heels are up in the air, and this man thrusts his fat and raw cock into me without warning, making me feel it, making sure I still feel it long afterwards. There is nothing nice or romantic about it; this is wild fucking. A kind of sex that is so rough and so selfish that we are guided only by the base need to orgasm. His girth fills me and his bumps ripple over all my walls as he pistons inside and grinds my clit.

“Do you like that, dirty little slut? Do you like taking a real man?”

“Oooh, yes, yes!”

“Are you going to come and squirt all over my big fat cock?”

“Unh, mmmm, yesss!”

He rips the buttons on my blouse and shoves a tit out of my pink lace bra. He growls and bites down hard on my nipple, sending me into uncontrollable convulsions as a massive orgasm rolls deep in my gut, building, building, and exploding! “Coming! Oooh, you're making me come! I'm coming so hard!”

“Mmm, what a wet fucking mess pouring out of your pussy”-he grunts as he digs deeper into me-“staining your car seat for hubby to see. Naughty, naughty girl! I'm going to come up in your pussy and give you a bastard child, wench!”

“Unnnhhh!” My out of control muscles squeeze tightly around his cock as one tremor chases another, driving me to oblivion.

“Fuucccckkkk! Take it, fucking take it all, slut!” He grips and pulls my hair, staring down on me with dilated eyes as he unloads fiercely inside me, shaking and sweating and moaning as he throbs. This is how we are meant to be; two wild animals with not a care in the world. Survive and fuck and repeat until death.

In the aftermath, we embrace lovingly as though we were life partners and not two strangers who shared depraved desires with abandon.

Zip up your pants.
Comb out my hair.
Go home to your wife and kids.
Go home to my husband.
Just an ordinary day.

Survive and fuck.