Mary and the door-to-door salesman - Sex Stories

Mary and the door-to-door salesman

Mary and the door-to-door salesman For the past five years, I've been married to a beautiful woman, several years younger than myself. Mary has the kind of face and figure men dream about. She is now thirty-six years old, stands five feet five inches, and weighs about 135 pounds. Her measurements are a stunning 37-28-38. Her tits are firm and full, with very large nipples and she has wide well-rounded hips that have a seductive sway when she walks. Mary is a perfect lady, well dressed and well mannered. But she always wears a garter belt and stockings with brightly colored bikini panties beneath her rather short skirts—at my request. When we met, about a year before we married, Mary was still a virgin. Our sex life has been all right, and Mary usually reaches a rather mild orgasm during intercourse. I don't go down on her, nor does she suck my cock, although I have often entertained the idea. I realize now that I didn't give her the attention she wanted and needed. My business is very demanding and requires long hours, and often, when I get home around midnight, all I can think about is sl**p. Six months ago I came in one evening several hours earlier than usual. As I walked in the back door, I could hear voices coming from the living room. I stepped to the door and saw my wife sitting on the couch beside a young black man who was obviously a salesman. He had his advertising material spread out on the coffee table. The sales pitch was over, though, and they were sitting ...

... back and relaxing over a cup of coffee. Mary was wearing a white blouse and a short, white skirt. Her skirt had hiked up until I could see the dark band at the top of her stockings. Obviously, they had not heard me come in. I could see him glancing at her lovely legs, and somehow I knew he would try to make out with my wife. All I had to do was make a sound and it would all be over. Instead, I watched and waited, remaining silent. He had his left arm over the back of the couch, behind Mary. When she settled back, his hand caught her shoulder, turning her to face him. I heard her gasp of surprise when he kissed her, and I saw his right hand come up to cup her tit. Mary moved the hand away, but in a few seconds it was back again. I heard her protests — &#034No, I'm a married woman ... it's not right ... don't ...&#034 Both hands were working her tits now. I saw his hand unbuttoning her blouse, then reaching inside her brassiere. Mary's skirt was hiked up even higher as she struggled to get free, but now I could hear her begin to moan softly. I was fascinated by the idea of a complete stranger trying to make out with my wife. X-rated movies had never turned me on, but this was different, and I made up my mind to watch and see how far she would let him go. He slipped the strap of Mary's brassiere from her shoulders and lifted her tit from its cup. I could see that her big nipples were fully erect, and his face moved down to her tits, taking a nipple into his mouth. Her eyes were ...