Curvy Blonde Housewife Cheats On Her Limp Dick Husband

The sordid tale of Sharon and her sizable assets goes something like this: she’s a curvaceous blonde bombshell with a body that won’t quit, married to a limp-dicked lunkhead who just doesn’t know how to satisfy her insatiable appetites. Cue enterprising stranger with a sizable package of his own, stage a secret encounter, and voila! A recipe for sexual shenanigans and marital misconduct most scandalous.

Our story opens in a generic suburban abode, where the titular trophy wife lounges about in a negligee that’s more sheer than substantial. Her ample assets strain against the flimsy fabric, nipples perky and pronounced through the thin material. She pouts at her reflection in the mirror, bored out of her skull and horny as hell, thanks to the chronic cock teasing she endures courtesy of her husband’s flaccid schlong.

Just then, there’s a knock at the door. Sharon saunters over, cinching the belt of her robe tighter around her trim waist. Her heart skips a beat when she sees who it is – the studly deliveryman, his bulging biceps straining against his uniform shirt, a cocky smirk playing about his sensuous lips.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Sharon drawls, one hand on her cocked hip. “I do hope you have something satisfying to deliver.”

“Oh, I think I can handle that,” the delivery man growls, eyeing Sharon up and down like a piece of meat. He pushes past her into the house, the door slamming shut behind him.

Sharon bites her lower lip, playfully swatting his arm as he maneuvers her towards the couch. “Hey now, I’m a married woman!”

The delivery man chuckles darkly, one hand snaking around to grope her ass through a generous helping of nylon clad cheek. “Not for long, gorgeous. Not after I’m through with you.”

He kisses her, hard and deep, shoving his tongue down her throat like a man possessed. Sharon allows herself to be pushed down onto the couch, moaning into the ravaging kiss. She feels his hardness pressing against her thigh, thick and pulsing with need. Her pussy clenches, dampening her panties.

The delivery man wastes no time, yanking open her robe to reveal her spectacular breasts, each capped with a distended pink nipple. He seizes one in his mouth, sucking hard as he palms the abundant flesh. Sharon arches, tweaking the abandoned nipple, relishing the dual sensations.

Her hands go to his belt, fumbling with the buckle in her eagerness. His massive cock springs free, already drooling precum. She wraps her fingers around the thick shaft, marveling at the size and heat. He throbs in her grip.

“Ah fuck, you’re so big,” Sharon groans, stroking him slowly. “I need this monster cock stuffed inside me.”

With a surge of aggression, she shoves him back against the couch, straddling his hips and guiding the engorged head of his cock to her dripping slit. She sinks down, skewering herself on his giant dick with a throaty cry.

The delivery man grips her hips, groaning as her tight, wet, heat envelops him. Sharon starts riding him hard and fast, her breasts bouncing voluptuously. She leans back, bracing her palms on his knees, angling his cock to hit all the right spots. With each undulation of her hips, her pussy milks his shaft and clenches around him.

“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” she whimpers, sweat beading on her jiggling tits. “I’m so close!”

Her climax crashes over her like a tidal wave, her velvety walls rippling along his length as she comes hard and long. The delivery man growls, plunging up into her vigorously, prolonging her pleasure as he chases his own. With a-final pump of his hips, he floods her pussy with his hot release.

Sharon collapses onto his chest, his softening cock still nestled deep inside her. “Mmm,” she purrs, nuzzling his neck. “My husband never fucks me like that. I’m totally ruined for limp dick now.”

The delivery man grins wickedly, flipping them over so she’s pinned beneath him. “Not going to be a problem, babe. ‘Cause after today, I’ll be visiting you on the reg to make sure you stay properly satisfied.”

Sharon grins back, spreading her thighs in clear invitation. “I’m counting on it, stud.”

And so, a torrid affair is born – one that involves countless sordid assignations conducted in various rooms and positions. The delivery man memorizes every inch of Sharon’s ample curves, mapping out her erogenous zones and exploiting them with abandon. He fucks her in her marital bed, bending her over the stove in the kitchen, even carrying her up to the throbbing pool pump as she squeals with delight.

Sharon sends her husband out on ‘manly tasks’ more and more frequently, eager to be alone with the deliveryman so he can deliver more than parcels with his wickedly talented cock. Somewhere along the way, she falls hard for him, visions of divorce and connubial bliss dancing in her dirty little head.

Her husband never suspects a thing, blissfully ignorant as always, but as her body bears the marks of her passionate trysts, Sharon doesn’t much care. She finds a lover who satisfies her wildly, in every way her prudish partner never could.

And all because she answered the door one unsuspecting delivery afternoon and ended up putting in an order her spouse’s limp dick could never hope to fill.