Postal Pleasures-Revised
by Beagle9690
Jan 2018

After twenty days of matrimony, my wife left me for a man she met while attending nursing college. The day the heartless squawk received her diploma as a registered nurse, was the day she served me with divorce papers at the commencement observance in front end of everyone. She moved out the succeeding day to be with her new Edward Young stud. He was handsome to a faulting ; like a petulant male model. He had a full head of whisker, perfect dentition and he is twenty year youthful than the adulteress.

It took great simpleness not criticise his perfective tense teeth down his throat. To do so would return my ex-wife ammunition for the divorce proceedings.
Granted, I'm not a handsome man. I have severe receding hairline, so I keep my hair clipped shortstop and neat. My hands are unsmooth and callused from heavy construction work and at six-one, and I'm in expectant flesh for a man of fifty. I'm a direct man, sometimes blunt ; but I'm an honest bastard, and I always keep on my word.

It was a sulfurous and acrimonious divorce, and I wanted profligate. I hired an aggressive and ruthless char attorney, and it was money well spent. My lawyer eviscerated the adulteress's attorney. My cheating wife got half of the proceeds from the sale of our house and its contents. In consideration of the fact that I paid for her breeding and the income she would have received if we stayed married, the bitch signed off my retirement and mutual funds.

Do I sound acid about my ex-wife ? Hell yes, I'm bitterness ! It would stimulate been less afflictive had my ex-wife cut my live-beating pith from my dresser with an obsidian knife, and tossed me into an active volcano.

My parents raised me to address cleaning woman with respect. I always thought we had a stable, comfortable man and wife. Our sexual relations-lovemaking was tepid at best, and she refused me viva voce sex. I was confessedly to my married couple vows, and I loved her. I tried to be sensitive and considerate of her opinions and penury. I let the woman decorate our house the way she wanted it in flowery pastels and dainty uncomfortable furniture. What a mountain of shite ! calculate where being a considerate gentleman's gentleman got me ; it made me a cuckold for God sake. As I said before ; it would bear been less irritating if she had cut my affection out with an obsidian knife.

I got a fresh starting signal after the divorce was final. I bought a piece of property for taxes at the outskirts of town that included a large stone house and a barn. There is a low pond on the dimension. I later discovered an grow over soil route that ended at an abandoned gravel pit. My property was on a postal road that was mostly a walking one, and I was the last full stop, and the sole kibosh the mail bearer delivered to a mailbox near the road.

The most dearly-won renovation was to the ticket roof of the house. This required medical specialist in the building barter and the roof permutation included a unadulterated teardrop off, resetting slating roofing tile with bronze nails and replacing all the pig flash and gutters. I paid good deal to receive this done.

My acquaintance and I remodeled the interior of the house, stripping the master woodwork and restoring the dark paneling to pilot condition. We replaced all the wiring and all the plumbery. I furnished the room in neutral, masculine colors and bought monolithic comfortable overstuffed leather piece of furniture. In time, I intended to put in a concrete driveway.

Having a gravel pit on the property gave me a free source of base stone for the private road when the time came. I drove down there to check things out and noticed a series of tire tracks leading to a small overgrown gully off of the north side of the gravel pit.
I got out of my hand truck and walked in. I found approximately fifty additional heavy-duty charge card meth purse full of canceled chain armour. It was all junk chain armour and catalogs, some of it two years old. I went back to the sign and got my tablet and returned to snap the contentedness of random bagful I pulled from the pile.

I did some checking and found out that the names and savoir-faire on the mail were from multitude on my postal carrier wave's route.I stacked out the road and gully with fourth dimension elapse trail cameras to try and catch the person dumping the mail. I hoped it was my postal carrier because if it was, I had plans for her.

After a calendar month'sentence, the tv camera recorded her on my property in the late surrender leaving two More pocketbook. I loaded the flick to my laptop and humanoid tablet as evidence when I confronted her with my proposal. Before I confronted her, I telephoned a retired State Trooper, Saint John the Apostle Megan who owned a private investigation agency. John is a hunting buddy of mine and referred me to my divorce attorney. He agreed to get me personal info about Mary no questions asked. I gave him a sheath of Templeton Rye for his trouble, and he threw in a set of handcuffs for good measure.

To create a farsighted storey short, Mary Jones, my Postal letter carrier was 39 geezerhood old, at the time and a widow woman. She is financially well off from her dead soul husband's insurance. Mary has outstanding cite, no debt, and her mild house is mortgage innocent. Madonna lived alone and didn't have a fellow. Her faithful aliveness relative was her foster female parent livelihood in another state. Mary was eligible to adjourn with a good pension in five years if she didn't get caught and prosecuted. Even if she managed to get off without prison fourth dimension, her legal fees would hurt her financially.

Virgin Mary is approximately five-seven with a slim, willowy but womanly figure. As near as I could tell through her lax uniform, she had small breast and a tight, succinct ass. Mary has red auburn hair that she almost always pulled back and hid underneath her consistent cap. It appeared to be braided, although I didn't know how long her braid was because of the cap. She has Green eyes ; a turned up nose and generous entire lips.

A calendar week before Christmas I gave her sealed red envelope. The gasbag contained a Christmas card of photograph of her dumping methamphetamine hydrochloride suitcase. The following Monday evening, Mary appeared at my front threshold and asked if we could talk. I invited her in and asked her to sit down at the kitchen board. She took off her long puffy down pelage and knit hat and sat down. She was wearing a snug red sweater ; form-fitting faded profane dungaree and pink synodic month boots. She wasn't wearing any makeup, but then I never saw her wearing makeup. Perhaps it was because she didn't have a man in her life history, and perhaps not.

The Virgin's tomentum was braided in a ace braid down her backbone that reached the bottom of her pert ass. The braiding was very buddy-buddy although it tapered almost to a breaker point the last six inches. Looking at her, I wondered what she would look like with kick. I also realized that I was correct about her having pocket-size breasts and a humble slopped ass.

Before she could utter, I slammed my fist down on the table. I told her to sustain quiet and listen… I informed her that I had decent evidence to get her fired as well as a stint in a Federal prison house. I told her that I was not interested in hearing about her reasons or exculpation. I told her that I would hold on my mouth shut and destroy the grounds only if I had her cooperation.

I slid a greenness envelope on the table and said,"In this envelope, I have written down what I want from you for me to keep back placid. engage it dwelling house with you and show the contents over the weekend. Everything is spelled out. If you agree, and you don't have a choice, you will walk away from this with a clean ticket. You will have to desire me to keep my Son. I want seven months of your meter. forebode it a tryst. Or you can take your chances with the authorities. It is your choice of seven years or seven months. Be a bright young woman ; I'll see you Monday, 6:00 PM sharp."

The following Sunday at the agree prison term, a subdued Madonna appeared at my doorsill. I let her in and locked the door behind her. Per my instructions, she had styled her long pilus in a plait bun. She removed her down pelage, and per my instructions, Blessed Virgin was wearing a squeamish dress with no bra or panties underneath. She was also wearing high blackguard, something she was unaccustomed to by the way she walked in them.

I pointed to a corner of the way and told her to put up there facing the rampart with her hands crossed behind her back. While she was standing there, I handcuffed her wrists together. I roughly cut her dress off with upholstery scissors warning her gruffly to stay fresh facing the wall. She stayed wearing only in in high spirits blackguard for thirty minutes, while I sipped chilled Champagne.

I bought my ex-wife expensive white pearls on our third hymeneals day of remembrance, and she never wore them. I got up from my president with the pearls and a glass of champagne, and said,"You are a beautiful woman, Mary Robert Tyre Jones. Turn around and fount me."When she did, I held up the looking glass to her sassing, and we shared the last glass of Champagne. I dropped the chalk to the floor, kissed her lips and said,"These pearl are for you. study them a vacation gift, and you will assume your pearl when you visit me."I put the pearls around her neck and gently caressed her bosom with them, watching her pap harden at my touch, commenting to the fact of her stimulation and watching her blush, with pleasure I hoped, embarrassment most likely. I played with her puss, whispering what I was going to do to her.

I then removed the hairpins from Mary's bun and let her braid drop down between her ass boldness. I cut six inches or so off the merchant ship of her braid with the upholstery shear making it the same heaviness its entire length.

I then sat in my leather chair, and Madonna knelt down and gave me a courteous blowjob. I undid braid and played with her long boneheaded ponytail, wrapping it around my hired hand as my orgasm burned through me. I removed the handcuffs and told her to demand her hair out of the ponytail. Virgin Mary's hair now fell long and silky to the top of her ass. It was very beautiful. It was mine to do what I liked for the succeeding seven months.

Mary spent the night, and I had my way with her. In the morning I made us breakfast, and after, sent her home for the Christmas Holiday. She was to riposte on Dec 31st at our appointed time. Mary left wearing her pearls underneath her coat and nothing else. She also left with written instructions to open when she got home and only after I telephoned her with permission.

Mary arrived at my home for the next tryst precisely on the dot. When she removed her coating, I was pleased to see she was wearing a short tight strapless black attire the accentuated her name, and she was wearing her hair unloose and unblock down her back.
It was blunt cut all one duration and about four column inch shorter. I was also pleased to see that Blessed Virgin had eyebrow length blunt blast that set off her green heart. She looked cute and sexy with blast, and I told her so.

Without a word of honor or prompt, Mary slowly undressesed in front of me. When she was naked, I took her upstairs to the bathroom and had her sit on the vanity by the cesspool with her ramification spread apart. I used galvanizing clipper and buzzed all the whisker from her pussy. I lathered the remaining stalk and shaved her pussy bald and smooth. Did I mention my ex-wife detested unwritten sex ?

I went down on Mary, while a bottle of Champagne-Ardenne was chilling and waiting for us in the ice bucket. I'm not bragging, OK, I am bragging, but I gave her multiple coming with my tongue and fingers. We finished the oral delectation with a glass of Champagne. I then instructed her elan her hair in counterpart pigtails to complement her new bam. Blessed Virgin gave me capitulum to the bath while I played with her pigtails and it seemed to me that she was getting easily at it. My orgasm was Nirvana, and after we finished off the bottle of Champagne.

Mary looked much younger with bangs and pigtails. I told to put on her inglorious dress and to have on her pearls. I made qualification at an upscale eating place for us and went out to dinner and dancing to ring in the New Year. The Virgin's hair remained in pigtails the wholly evening.

For the initiatory time, while I held her close, when we were dancing, I regretted blackmailing her, but, I had my pride to count. I was in for the long draw, and I would see this out to the end as planned.

Afterwards, we returned to my sign of the zodiac for champagne and Sir Thomas More sex. I made deadening, gentle sexual love to her, and she fell asleep beside me. I woke the next morning to find her pressed up against and I liked it. Blessed Virgin left with more written instructions to prevent three assignment that I had made for her and to bring her checkbook to pay for them all.
On Sat, of our next assignation, Mary was a half time of day late. She had just come from the smasher salon, and she looked hot.

She had beautiful orotund spiral roll that fell to the merchant ship of her berm blades. Madonna was wearing make-up done to perfection. She spent her money wellspring for me. I made her strip for me and then looked her over thoroughly. Mary was stunning. Her pussy was still placid and bald from the electrolysis.

It would be like that permanently and not demand daily shaving. The Virgin also had a wide-cut organic structure wax and aside from her head was smooth and hairless from the neck down. I buried my hands in all those curl while she gave me the honorable head ever, and as always she did not splatter a drop. Madonna dressed and styled her hair in a free, curly bun. We took in a flick and dinner party and back for more sex. Afterward, we sat on the couch together and watched classic film on TV. She spent the night, and I will honestly say I enjoyed holding her ending before I fell asleep.

On our trysts over the workweek, Madonna styled her long hair for me in just about every way possible. I took raft of impression of my favorite trend with Mary posing in the nude wearing her pearls. I liked her hair best in an graceful Daniel Chester French twist. We went out to dinner and dancing or the movies. We watched authoritative picture show together on the lounge. She always spent the Nox and left in the morning. Our lovemaking was incredible, and I enjoyed her orgasms as much as mine. Mary seemed to be enjoying our time together. The

last two trysts of our arrangement were quite interesting. On the irregular to cobbler's last, I handcuffed her again from behind the minute she walked through the door. While she gave me principal, I slowly cut her now the middle of the rear length auburn hair just to the root word of her cervix with professional haircutting scissors.

In retrospect, this haircut upset her, more than anything else. Mary left the succeeding morning time with her final instructions. She returned for our last tryst much relieved directly from the beauty salon with a shortsighted, forthright pageboy with blast. Her once long luxurious tress were now cut just below her ear. She assumed I made arrangements to have her hair cut much, a good deal shorter. I dropped touch her final haircut would be a short pyxie haircut cut. The finale and terminal blowjob was the best one yet. Although her haircloth was short circuit, it was still fatheaded and soft, and she remained a beautiful woman.

Per our concord, I dug a trench in the gravel pit with a backhoe. We threw all of the trash bags into the trench, and all the brush I saved in clearing the road to the crushed rock pit ; to which I added diesel fuel. We sat and watched until it burned itself out.

Mary sat down next to me, and I pulled her conclusion and held for one close time. After the fervour was out and the evidence destroyed, I filled the hole and leveled the primer coat."It is over,"I said, turning the backhoe off and climbing down,"I've enjoyed our time together, and I wish you well."

"Is that all you have to say to me, Michael ?"Madonna asked.

"wellspring, yes, what more is there to say ?"Like a stubborn fool, I let her walk away.

One year later, The Virgin received a promotion to an indoor job at the Post berth waiting on customers at the movement replication. I missed her, but I'm a stubborn dickhead, and I have my pride. I finished repairing a refurbishing my barn and poured my driveway.

My ex-wife turned up on my doorstep one Saturday morning, and I didn't invite her inside. She said she lost her nursing license for a year. The other undecomposed news program was her boyfriend dumped her. My ex-wife asked to borrow two-thousand from me, or the cant was repossessing her car. I gave her twenty dollar bill clam for a bus pass and sent her on her way.

The following Sunday first light, my doorbell rang again, and Mary was standing there wearing her red sweater, faded gamey blue jean, and pink moon boots. She was also wearing her pearls.
I noticed that her tomentum had grown out from that short page. It was still the same productive red auburn and pulled up in a French twist. Her make-up was impeccable, and she still had the same sexy blast framing her super C eyes.

"Do you have anything to say to me, Michael ?"Mary asked.

"Yes, I'm stubborn. I'm plainspoken, blunt and to the point."

"Do you have anything else to say to me ?"She asked.

"I think about you a lot, Blessed Virgin,"I answered truthfully."You're a fine char, and we all make mistakes and especially me. I wish those seven calendar month we had together occurred under unlike circumstances. I've missed you, Mary."

I've missed you too, Michael, and I want seven months of your clock time. Call it a rendezvous, and then another seven months ; so on and so forth."

The Virgin put her arms around my neck and kissed my lips long and deep. I'm not giving you a choice, so be a smart boy, and by the way, lover, I adore take-charge men, bone, and Champagne… ”