The Dentist’s Hot Wife Makes a Move
by Joseph Carmichael
I’ve been delivering pizzas since high school. Aside from shit weather, it’s not a bad gig. I have my regulars and they tip pretty well. I’m 22 and I’m hoping to buy my very own pizza place within a couple of years.
The first time I had heard about those Pizza Dare videos online, I watched a few and and I could tell they were fake as shit. You could tell these guys were pretending to be pizza guys. It was hilarious. It became a joke at work, that whenever I went out to deliver a pie, I told the other drivers, “Maybe this will be my first pizza dare video. Everyone would laugh.
Over the years I’ve had seen people dressed, undressed, topless. wearing a towel, half naked, lingerie, etc. The list goes on and on. I’m considered a good looking guy, but I had never been solicited for sex by a customer until last Friday night. It was Mrs. Sayers, who lives over on Sunset Lane. Mrs. Sayers is probably 40, or so, acts 3o and has the body of a 2o year old. She’s married to Dr. Sayers, the dentist. Here’s a guy who works all day drilling teeth and he never seems to be around to drill his hot wife. I’ve been to their house several times, and have never seen him at home. It’s no wonder she came onto me.
Hot wife in a Snowstorm
My third delivery on Friday was to the Sayers house. It had been snowing, and by the time I got to the house, it was coming down pretty heavily. I skidded into the long driveway and my car turned to the side. This would have to be quick. I wanted to get back to the shop before the snow got ant deeper. I picked up the pizza bag from the passenger seat and walked the thirty or so feet to the back door.
Almost immediately, the door opened and Mrs. Sayers was standing there in her kitchen, looking fucking stunning. She was dressed, (or rather undressed) in a silk shorty robe, held together by a flimsy silk belt. Her long tanned legs stood out with the addition of white, suede ankle boots. I stood and stared for a moment before saying anything. At 40, she looked hotter than most women my age.
“Hello, Mrs, Sayers,” I said, shivering in the cold. “Here’s your large, special. I held up the pizza bag, and began to zip it open.
“Oh, my, Michael,” she said as she looked out and saw the inclement weather. “I had no idea it was this bad outside. Come in, please. I don’t want you catching a cold on my account.”
I stepped into the spacious kitchen which seemed to be equipped with the best of everything and looked around. “Wow!” I said to myself. “Bet this kitchen, alone costs over $100, 000.”
“Let me take that wet jacket, Michael,” she said. “Now sit down and take off those wet boots. My goodness. It truly is a mess out there.”
“I can’t stay long,” I said, leaving my shoes on. “I have to get back to the shop. We generally get super busy when it starts to snow and it’s going to take me a while to drive back in this.
“I don’t care,” she said sympathetically. “You can’t deliver pizzas if you’re stuck in bed with a cold or the flu, can you?”
“Well, no, Mrs. Sayers,” I said, “but…..”
She cut me off. “Enough!” she said loudly. “I’m going to make you a cup of tea, or you’re not going anywhere. Now take off your jacket, sit down at the table and don’t argue with me,” she smiled.
“Yes, ma’am”, I said, wondering why she was dressed so sexy just after 6pm, during a storm, with no signs of her husband anywhere. I decided to investigate a little.
“How is Dr. Sayers?” I asked, in an attempt to make conversation and be nosy.
“Dr. Sayers had an emergency extraction to perform,” she said. “He wasn’t sure what time he would return. That’s why I ordered pizza. He can have it when he returns later on tonight.”
Mrs. Sayers placed the pizza box on the kitchen island and walked over to the fridge. She was beyond sexy. Blond hair past her shoulders, long legs and an ass that wouldn’t quit. It was definitely her main selling point. I couldn’t tell if she was wearing panties or not, as she moved about the kitchen in that tiny robe. I didn’t think so. All I did know? I was harder than a college Algebra test. It was almost impossible not to look at her-and she knew it. She took every opportunity to bend over in front of me and lean forward, showing me her tiny, bra-less breasts. She knew just what she was doing and I was loving it.
“You look very nice, this evening,” I said, suddenly regretting the dorkiness of my comment.
“Oh,” she said, looking down at her outfit, slightly embarrassed. “I’m sorry for my appearance, I must look like a common streetwalker. Dr. Sayers and I were going to have some time alone, this evening, before the emergency. I had, um, already gotten dressed. I’ll get something and cover up. I’ll be right back. I’m so embarrassed.”
“Oh, no, Mrs. Sayers,” I said, “I think you look just fine. Really.”
“Answer a question for me,” she said, staring at me with those amazing bedroom eyes she has.”How fine do you think I look? Do you think I look as fine as one of those 20 year old girls, you boys hang around with? Do I look as fine as those girls in the music videos, who shake their tight little asses and big tits in the camera?”
Mrs. Sayers caught me off-guard with these questions. What was she getting at? Was she trying to seduce me? If she was, it was working. Was she just feeling depressed about her age? I wasn’t certain. What I did know was I didn’t want to leave her anytime soon. I decided to wait for another signal to confirm what she was getting at. I didn’t wait long.
Hot Wife on her Knees
“Well,” she said, moving closer to me until I could smell the alcohol on her breath. “Let me be completely transparent with you. I want to suck your cock, right here in my kitchen. If that’s something you want, too, don’t say another word. Simply drop your pants and let me suck you off. If you don’t want some head from a sexy older woman, well it’s your fucking loss,” she said smiling,
I’m a lot of things, but one thing I am not, is a total idiot. I dropped my pants immediately and watched my best friend spring out into action. This was the kind of sex I enjoyed the most. Not only surprise sex, but now Mrs. Sayers and I would be sharing a sexual secret.
Hot Wife Blowjob
Mrs. Sayers wasn’t the type of woman to waste her time. She quickly grabbed onto my shaft with her right hand, took a cushion from one of the kitchen chairs, dropped it on the floor in front of her and dropped to her knees like she hadn’t had a cock in years. Hey, for all I knew that could have been true.
Mrs. Sayers took the head of my dick into her mouth and moaned as if she were getting fucked. What was up with this crazy dentist’s wife, anyway?
I placed my right hand gently on the top of her head and grabbed onto a fistful of her hair. That got her even more into it. I felt her lips slide down my shaft and my cock begin to enter her throat. My older brother had always told me, if you find a girl that performs deep throat like a porn star, hold onto her at all costs. This was going to be impossible in this situation, but I made a mental note to return to this house, if, (and as long), as the offer was available.
Mrs. Sayers was making gagging sounds, now. That in itself, was a huge turn on. But what also got me overheated was that she had started started playing with herself with her free hand. That solved the mystery of the panties under the robe. There were none. And as far as I could see, her pussy was as hairless as Mr. Carey, the bald math teacher I had a couple of years back in high school.
I didn’t know whether to try and stretch this out as long as I could and delay my orgasm, or be a responsible adult, cum quickly and be on my way, hopefully leaving Mrs. Sayers wanting more.
Suddenly she pulled her mouth off of my straining dick, began jerking it, looked up at me and said, “You have a nice big cock, Michael. It’s delicious. I wish I had more time to play with it, but I have no idea when my husband is going to be home. As much as it would turn me on, I don’t think it would be a good idea for Dr. Sayers to catch us doing what we’re doing. I want you to come back again, real soon. Maybe we can fuck in my bed if you’re interested. Right now, though, I want you to come into my mouth and let me taste you.”
That’s really all it took on my part. I began blowing my load in her mouth immediately, as her tongue and lips swirled around the head of my dick and then spurted more, as my dick sunk deep into her throat. Still holding onto her hair, I pushed my dick in just a bit further until I finished.
“Wow,” she said, after I pulled out and let her catch her breath, “that was fucking delicious! I have a feeling I’ll be ordering more pizzas from you, very soon.”
With my cock in my hand, I squeezed out one more small bit of cum against her left cheek and pulled up my pants. I was unsteady on my feet after such a workout, so I held onto the back of one of the kitchen chairs for a second until I could regain my balance.
“I’ll deliver here, anytime you want,” I said, with a smile. “You’re smoking hot, Mrs. Sayers,” I said helping her up from the floor and making sure she was steady before letting go.”
“Why thank you, Michael!” she said with a sexy smile. She still had that small trail of cum I left behind on her cheek as a reminder of my visit. I debated pointing it out to her, but decided to let her find it on her own. Looking down at the floor, I also noticed a good sized stain on the seat cushion and I felt like I accomplished something.
“I have to pay you,” she said suddenly, taking her wallet off of the kitchen table and opening it.
“Um, Mrs. Sayers, No you don’t,” I said, confused. “What we just did there? There’s um, no charge for that.”
Mrs. Sayers erupted into laughter. “Oh, Michael,” she giggled. “I was talking about the pizza, silly!”
“Oh,” I said, feeling dumb as I felt my face becoming red from embarrassment. “Oh, that.”
“Here, just keep the whole thing,” she said, stuffing a $50 bill into my palm. Be careful driving in the snow and remember. We now have a secret. One that would destroy my marriage and my lifestyle, were it to be discovered. It’s one I hope we can keep from anyone weknow-especially, Dr. Sayers.”
“Oh, yes, ma’am,” I said “I would never tell anyone.”
“Good,” she said with a smile. “Next time I call for pizza, I’ll ask if you’re delivering that night, and then I’ll make sure Dr. Sayers isn’t home to allow us some, um, time.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, tying my shoes and grabbing onto my jacket and the pizza bag. “Thank you, Mrs. Sayers. Have a great evening.”
“You do the same, Michael,” she said, giving me a wave as I stepped out into the cold.
I started up the car, and as I allowed it to heat up before leaving, I sat back and thought about what I had experienced. No, it wasn’t a real life pizza dare, but it was almost as good. I know I didn’t have any video of my experience with Mrs. Sayers, but I would always have it on the hard drive of my brain, ready to download and view whenever I wanted to see it.
What Michael Didn’t Know
Back inside the house, Mrs. Sayers, sat at the kitchen table and opened her tablet. She clicked on an app and a hi-def view of the kitchen appeared on the screen. She clicked on a play button, and watched her entire oral experience with Michael play before her very eyes. The camera had been installed in the perfect location. She could use this set up for not only pizza deliveries, but for electricians, plumbers, and delivery men. As soon as she made sure she had everything on video, she picked up her phone and dialed.
Three rings later, a male voice answered and said, “Hello, honey!”
“I have it all,” she said with a squeal of delight. “I can’t wait for you to watch it with me when you get home. How long are you going to be?”
“I’m almost done,” he said. “I can’t wait to see it, either. And after we do, I can’t wait to get you into the bedroom so you can tell me about it, all over again. In great detail, of course.”
“I’ll be waiting for you, Dr. Sayers,” she giggled,
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