Return To Sender - Blackmail.

Hello, and welcome my friend to this story.

I hope you are doing well in life.

I wish you years, upon years of happiness with everything you desire in life.

If you want something, you have to put in a lot of work, along with your time in achieving your dreams, only you can change your life for the better.

Never give up, or let people tell you that you can’t, because with enough belief, you can my friend.

Spread positivity, stay focused, and remember manners cost nothing so don’t forget your please, and thank you’s, it’s respectful.

Just so you know this is an 18+ story, and is going to be exquisitely explicit, so sit back, grab your favourite snacks, drink and enjoy.

Thank you in advance for taking your time to read, so please enjoy.

The story begins.

POV of Dom. (The start of his day.)

Smelling bread being toasted, along with freshly brewed coffee.

These aromas alone are enough to make my mouth start to salivate.

I am wearing grey sweat pants, and a fitted white t’shirt, that’s clinging to my muscular physique.

I’m dressed for my morning jog, even with my bed hair, and 5 clock shadow, no point in having in having a shower, and shave just yet, that can wait until I have gotten sweaty first.

But I’m not going for a jog just yet, at this moment in time, I am still waking up.

I’m sitting at the dining room table, that’s within our kitchen.

I have my full cup of coffee in hand, blowing away the rising steam, and taking a sip to check if it’s the right temperature.

It’s still a bit too hot for my liking, placing the cup back down on the table, on a brown tea coaster of course. I don’t want to fuck the expensive wood of the table with a stain.

I reach for my mobile phone that’s beside the cup, grabbing ahold of the smart device, to do something that’s so fun, some work such as answering emails, hearing the toasted bread pop up from within the toaster.

Suddenly hearing a different noise, the tapping of heels approaching.

My beautiful wife walks into the kitchen/dining room.

Her name is Valerie.

Val is wearing her usual office attire, black high-heels, her skins-tone tights covering her long, sexy legs, a black skirt down to just above her knees, a white blouse with the top 2 buttons unbuttoned, showing off some cleavage just for my viewing pleasure.

Her light blonde hair is tied up in a ponytail, her cute button nose pierced with a single small silver stud, and for me the thing I can look into forever is her ocean blue eyes.

She’s so beautiful, elegant, and dangerously sexy.

Hearing her tapping heels stop behind me, while I’m still reading the words within this email, feeling her soft hands slip under the collar of my t’shirt, and onto my muscular broad shoulders, lightly massaging, easing the tension.

I speak in a gleeful manner. “Good morning my beautiful Queen.”

Her hands still working wonders on my tight neck, and shoulder muscles. “Good morning my handsome King.”

I briefly feel her manicured nails seductively scrape down the back of my neck.

Without any warning she swings around sitting in my lap.

She leans in for a kiss, lips connecting.

Val nearly knocks my phone out of my hand, but I manage to put it on the table in time.

While, kissing her plump red lips back, my free hand starts to wander slowly up, and down her thigh, feeling the soft skin of her hand grace my rough cheek, sliding down my neck.

Her painted pink nails grazing against my rough beard.

I know she can feel my dick growing harder through my grey joggers.

Valerie suddenly stops kissing my lips, and gets up off from my lap.

While, I’m in complete disbelief watching her adjusting her skirt to a respectable length.

Val briefly looks back at me, with a cheeky smile forming on her face, and a seductive wink, she’s such a fucking tease.

I’m left sitting here with a raging hard on, while watching her curvy figure walking over to the toaster, putting the toast back down to warm it back up a little, she grabs too having a couple of sips from her coffee out of her cup, that I had already made for her.

I mirror my wife, taking a sip from my own cup.

Val asks. “Baby, can you pass me the butter, and strawberry jam from the fridge please?”

I put my cup of coffee back down on the table. “Sure thing babe.”

I stand up, walking over to their fridge, and retrieving what she had asked for.

I walk over to her, she still has her back to me.

While, she’s looking out of the kitchen window, admiring our well looked after back-garden, different shades of flowers blossoming, bringing colour into life.

Even with heels on. I still towers over her.

I lean over the top of her, placing the objects on the countertop in front of her, as I push my semi erected cock into her ass cheek, looking down to see her suck her bottom lip in to have a nibble of.

I grab ahold of her waist, and starts kissing behind her ear, knowing that’s her sweet spot, slowly going down her neck.

My hands are now fully wandering, untucking her blouse, going underneath the fabric, and up her smooth flat stomach to play with her breast, that are concealed by her bra, feeling her teasing hips sway side to side, seductively grinding against, and making my dick grow.

My hand slides up her chest towards her neck, seeing the back of my fingers, and hand appear out from the top of her unbuttoned shirt. I grab ahold of her neck, hearing her breathing increasing.

She reaches around, and starts fondling my erected dick through my jogging bottoms, making my crotch look like a tent.

I suddenly twist her around so shes facing me.

Her ocean blue eyes looking up and into my emerald green eyes.

My finger tips begin unbuttoning the rest of her shirt, she starts nipping at my bottom lip, so we start passionately kissing, while her hand has reached into my jogging bottoms, her fingers wrapping around my hard dick, pulling my foreskin back and forth.

Feeling the intense pleasure of Val giving me a handjob. I eventually unbutton the last button on her shirt, taking it off and exposing her big beautiful breast, that are still sitting nicely in her lacy white bra.

The next thing my finger tips go to work on is unbuttoning, too unzipping her skirt, letting it drop to the kitchen floor, while my hips start moving in a forwards and backwards motion, fucking her tight grip, wishing it was her mouth or pussy.

My moist lips start to kiss down her neck, towards her bare chest.

I lift her up off the ground with ease, while both of my hands are grabbing ahold of her ass, enjoying a squeeze or 3.

I walk her over to a counter top, that is clear of objects, her legs wrapping around my waist.

I’m softly placing her down on the clear counter, while our lips are still entwined.

I start kissing down her neck to her collarbone, she unwraps her legs so I can move freely, kissing down towards her breast, but not stopping long, carrying on my decline to her stomach, noticing how turned on she is by how erect her nipples are.

I stop kissing at the waistband of her tights, looking up, this time giving her a cheeky smile, and a teasing wink.

She’s looking back at him with wonder mixed with lust, while softly biting her bottom lip in anticipation.

I notice there is a little tear in the crotch of her tights, while smelling the toast burning, hearing it pop up, but being too busy, and horny to care.

I squeeze my 2 index fingers into the tiny hole, and with some force I tear them wide open, exposing her underwear is from the same matching set of her bra, looking at her damp white thong.

Hearing her gasp in shock, because I have just ruined a pair of her tights.

I start lightly nibbling on her concealed nub, hearing her lightly moan.

I lightly kiss up her exposed thigh, stopping when I reach the torn parts of her tights.

While, my thumb is lightly rubbing on her moist spot that’s seeping through her thong, feeling it getting more damp with her sweet nectar, my puckering lips are kissing back down her bare thigh.

My index and middle finger hook her white thong to 1 side, exposing her moist pussy, and neatly shaved pubes, feeling her warmth on my hovering lips.

She can feel my warm breathe, her fingers are running through my hair.

I wait a second or 2, letting the anticipation grow until my wet tongue extends out from my mouth, lightly licking up through her pussy lips towards her clit, tasting all of her sweet pussy juices.

She flings her head back letting out a loud moan, and grabbing my head tightly.

I feel her pull out some strands of my hair out from my scalp, but I don’t care.

My tongue licks up, and down repeatedly, hearing her moans grow louder, and louder.

By this time my cock is rock hard, the seam of my jogging bottoms at breaking point.

The slippery tongue of mine starts focusing on licking her clit, circular teasing motions, while I slowly slide my index finger into her pussy, which sends her crazy.

She grabs my head tighter, pulling more of my hair, while moaning erratically.

While, I’m slurping on her clit, my index finger is knuckle deep in her warmth.

We are enjoying every moment.

*Knock! Knock! Knock!*

Suddenly hearing loud knocking from the front door, which I choose to ignore.

But, Valerie didn’t ignore the sudden intrusion. She pushes my head back, instantly stopping the fun.

She softly whispers. “Did you hear that? Someone is knocking on the front door.”

I’m softly whispering back. “I could hear you enjoying yourself, and it’s most probably the wind.”

I go back to kissing on her thigh, while my thumb goes back to lightly massaging her clit.

*KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Followed by DING DONG! DING DONG!*

The knocking continuing.

This time they are hearing it loud, and clear, can’t blame it on the wind this time, unless it’s grown a couple of fingers, and can knock on the door, or even press the doorbell.

I stand up with a huff, tucking my erect cock up and into my jogging bottoms waistband.

I help my wife off the countertop.

I pick up her skirt and shirt from the floor, passing it to her.

I walk out the kitchen/dining room to go, and answer the front door, with my wife following closely behind.

I’m mumbling to himself in a horny huff. “I better not be getting cock blocked by the postman.”

I start unlocking, and unbolting our front door.

I look back to see Val running up the stairs to change her tights, holding her skirt, and shirt, seeing the dainty flowery tattoo on her shoulder blade, and exposed bum cheeks because of her ripped tights.

My wife requests. “Wait until I’m up the stairs please baby.”

I do exactly what’s required of me.

I wait until she is at the top of the stairs, turning too walk into our bedroom.