"Are they all as revealing as that obscene blouse?"
"It's not obscene. It's comfortable. I like the fit."
"Well, shit, what was wrong with the blouses in your closet?"
"I don't like them anymore. I wanted something new."
"So I see."
"Look, Bob, you picked out most of my old clothes, not me."
"Well, you never complained about that before."
"I am now."
"I can see that… and I can see your tits too. I hope you don't intend to wear that thing outside."
"I'll wear it where I please. I enjoy feeling sexy!"
"And do your other new clothes make you feel sexy?"
"Most of them."
"So, you went out and bought a lot of obscene shit that'll make you look like a whore! Is that what you're telling me?"
"I'm a grown woman, and I'll dress as I please – not as you please."
"Not as I please, huh? Hell, you've changed an awful lot the past couple of days. What's the reason?"
"No reason," she lied. "I just felt like doing a few things differently, that's all. No need to get upset." Then she turned her back to him, ending the conversation. She heard a few dirty words as he stomped up the stairs, but she paid them no mind.
Mia fell asleep on the sofa and slept soundly, dreaming of her friend Loni. She didn't stir until the first rays of the morning sun reached through the living room window and touched her eyelids. She was really disappointed that her dream had to end then.
She passed her husband on the stairs as she was going up to shower. He was dressed for work and seemed still angry.
"I couldn't get any pussy. Do you think I can get some breakfast?" he said sarcastically.
"Sure," Mia said, "and make me some, too." She continued on, ignoring more dirty words.
She stayed in the shower until she was sure Bob had left for work. Then she returned to her bedroom and threw herself across the bed. She was naked and refreshed, but very angry.
She was angry because in her mind's eye she could still see her husband fucking Sally, and Sally going down on her husband. It was because of this anger that she still had not yet been able to forgive him, or to even discuss the matter with him.
And as she lay there, remembering what she saw in Sally's living room that day, she soon came to the conclusion that while she could probably tolerate sharing the rest of the house with Bob, she could no longer tolerate sharing the bedroom with him. She would move all of her things to the spare room at the end of the hall, and she would do so today. However, while there was plenty of closet space in that room, there was no bed. She would have to purchase one.
She had spotted a wonderful bed during her trip to the mall yesterday. She remembered it well, with its brass frame and firm, comfortable mattress. The price was a bit steep, but she figured Bob could handle it, though he might not be happy about it.
She called the store immediately, gave the salesman her credit card number and made plans for delivery that afternoon. She hoped to have the bed in place before her husband returned from work.
Though she had just taken a shower, Mia decided to spend the morning in the bathtub, soaking in hot sudsy water while reading a magazine. Her sudden decision to have her very own bedroom had left her too nervous to do anything else.
The magazine was interesting, but the relaxing effects of the steamy water made her drowsy before long, and within minutes she was fast asleep.
She woke with a start, splashing water all over the bathroom floor as she sat erect in the tub. Breathing hard and fast, she sat there for a moment or two in a state of shock, not quite sure of her surroundings, before she finally came to her senses and realized that the doorbell was ringing.
Mia jumped out of the tub and couldn't find her robe, so she wrapped a large white towel around her naked body and raced down the steps. She flung open the door and greeted a tall, muscular, dark-haired, square-jawed man wearing a neat grey uniform and a big smile. The sight of him took her breath away and left her gulping in the doorway like a big-titted fool.
"Delivery man," he said, showing pearly whites. "I have the bed you ordered, over there in my truck." In the street behind him was parked a bright blue panel truck.
"Y-you're early, aren't you?" Mia asked, finding heir voice. She wondered just how long she had slept. Was it late afternoon already?
"Yes, business was slow today, so we were able to get your bed to you right away. Hope you appreciate the fast service."
"Oh, I can. I do. The sooner the better. Bring it right in." She stood aside and watched as the giant of a man hoisted a huge crate from the back of his truck, loaded it upon a dolly, and rolled it into her house. "Up the stairs and down the hall. Gosh, I hope you can manage that thing by yourself."
"No problem," he said as he began rolling the loaded doily up the staircase, one step at a time. "I'm in good shape."
"SO I see," Mia said, under her breath.
She followed behind, eyeing the man's big muscles and good looks – not to mention his huge cock bulge, which she found mouthwatering and cunt-stimulating. She also found herself inhaling the man's sweat odor; this manly odor further aroused her.
By the time they reached the top of the stairs Mia's pussy was twitching rapidly, and her tits were hard as rocks and almost too swollen to conceal. Their rounded white tops were easily visible; the delivery man only had to look, which he did, frequently.
She followed her new bed down the hall and into her new bedroom, not caring how much of her ass and tits jiggled freely in plain view, beyond the limits, of the towel.
With her towel wrapped tightly around her, Mia sat in a chair in a corner of the room and watched the man tear apart the crate, pull out all the parts, and begin to assemble her brass bed. He worked steadily, knowingly, carefully, and the bed gradually took shape.
Every time he looked her way and smiled, she smiled back and showed him a bit more of her tits, gave him another peek at her shapely ass. Once, she shyly parted her thighs and flashed her naked pussy at him. When his eyes suddenly widened, she couldn't help but grin.
Mia teased the delivery man again and again, but in a way that was not too obvious. Nevertheless, by the time he had fully assembled the bed, his cock bulge was rock-hard, and he was eyeing her hotly. Beneath his roaming eyes, she all but melted into the chair.
"Before I leave I want you to test the bed to make sure it's to your liking," he said. "So come over here and hop up onto it."
That was some invitation and she was quick to accept it. She hopped up onto the bed with such joy that her towel came loose.
Mia rallied all over her new bed, enjoying the comfortable mattress. As she rolled, her towel fell completely off. The delivery man stood watching while Mia rolled from one side of the bed to the other. She flattened her big tits beneath her, and then dug her asscheeks into the mattress again and again, giggling and squealing the whole while. Her pussy repeatedly flashed before her new friend as she performed privately for him. His horny stare was all the applause she needed.
The young wife finally came to a stop in the middle of the bed. She lay on her back with her long legs spread wide, her big tits jutting upwards, and her arms raised high to welcome her stud. She uttered a tiny laugh as he quickly shed his uniform.
"Come to me, lover," she said when he was naked. "Come and fuck my tight pussy." Her hair and body were still damp from her bath; her pussy was damp from her dripping fuck-juices.
Her stud had a hard body, as she knew he would. Coarse black hairs matted his chest and groin, while a long fat cock and two heavy balls hung from between his muscular thighs. She licked her lips and wriggled her ass excitedly when he joined her on the bed.
"I don't usually get tipped this well," he said, grinning. "But I'll take pussy over money any day. Tits too."