Postal Pleasures-Revised
by Beagle9690
January 2018

After twenty days of spousal relationship, my wife left me for a man she met while attending nursing college. The day the heartless bitch received her diploma as a registered nanny, was the day she served me with divorce document at the commencement ceremony in presence of everyone. She moved out the next day to be with her new young stud. He was handsome to a fault ; like a peevish male exemplar. He had a wide headspring of hair, perfective tooth and he is twenty yr younger than the adulteress.

It took great simpleness not knock his perfect teeth down his throat. To do so would ease up my ex ammunition for the divorce proceedings.
Granted, I'm not a well-favoured man. I have severe receding hairline, so I keep my pilus clipped short and neat. My hands are rough in and callused from big construction work and at six-one, and I'm in great shape for a man of fifty. I'm a direct man, sometimes blunt ; but I'm an fair asshole, and I always keep my word.

It was a piercingly and acrimonious divorce, and I wanted blood line. I hired an aggressive and unpitying woman attorney, and it was money well spent. My lawyer eviscerated the adulteress's lawyer. My cheating wife got one-half of the return from the cut-rate sale of our menage and its subject matter. In consideration of the fact that I paid for her education and the income she would suffer received if we stayed married, the bitch signed off my retirement and mutual funds.

Do I sound bitter about my ex-wife ? perdition yes, I'm bitterness ! It would have been less painful had my ex cut my live-beating meat from my chest with an obsidian knife, and tossed me into an active volcano.

My parents raised me to address women with respect. I always thought we had a stable, comfortable marriage. Our intimate relations-lovemaking was tepid at best, and she refused me viva sex. I was true to my man and wife vows, and I loved her. I tried to be sensitive and considerate of her opinions and needs. I let the charwoman ornament our house the way she wanted it in flowery pastels and treat uncomfortable furniture. What a stack of shit ! see where being a considerate gentleman got me ; it made me a cuckold for God saki. As I said before ; it would accept been less sore if she had cut my heart out with an obsidian knife.

I got a fresh start after the divorce was final. I bought a piece of dimension for taxation at the outskirts of town that included a large stone house and a barn. There is a small pond on the dimension. I later discovered an overgrown malicious gossip route that ended at an abandoned crushed rock pit. My property was on a postal itinerary that was mostly a walking one, and I was the lowest stop, and the only hold back the mail attack aircraft carrier delivered to a postbox near the road.

The most costly overhaul was to the slate roof of the theatre. This compulsory specialiser in the edifice trade and the roof replacement included a accomplished tear off, resetting slate roofing tile with bronze nails and replacing all the copper flashing and gutter. I paid plentifulness to have this done.

My friends and I remodeled the inside of the home, stripping the archetype woodwork and restoring the dark paneling to original condition. We replaced all the wiring and all the plumbery. I furnished the rooms in neutral, masculine colors and bought massive comfortable overstuffed leather furniture. In meter, I intended to put in a concrete driveway.

Having a gravel pit on the property gave me a free generator of base I. F. Stone for the driveway when the metre came. I drove down there to suss out affair out and noticed a series of tire tracks leading to a pocket-size overgrown gully off of the north side of the crushed rock pit.
I got out of my truck and walked in. I found approximately 50 spare heavy-duty charge plate trash bags full of call off mail. It was all debris mail and catalogs, some of it two years old. I went back to the theatre and got my pad and returned to snap the table of contents of random bags I pulled from the pile.

I did some checking and found out that the gens and addresses on the chain mail were from people on my postal carrier's route.I stacked out the road and gully with meter elapse track camera to try and capture the person dumping the ring armor. I hoped it was my postal carrier because if it was, I had design for her.

After a months'clock time, the cameras recorded her on my property in the late fall leaving two more bags. I loaded the pictures to my laptop computer and mechanical man tablet as evidence when I confronted her with my proposal of marriage. Before I confronted her, I telephoned a retired state Trooper, John Megan who owned a private investigating agency. toilet is a hunting buddy of mine and referred me to my divorcement attorney. He agreed to get me personal information about The Virgin no questions asked. I gave him a case of Templeton Rye for his hassle, and he threw in a set of handcuff for good measure.

To make a prospicient chronicle light, Mary Jones, my Postal Carrier was 39 years old, at the time and a widow. She is financially well off from her deceased married man's insurance. Mary has outstanding credit, no debt, and her pocket-sized house is mortgage free. Madonna lived alone and didn't have a boyfriend. Her closest living relative was her foster mother aliveness 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 time, her legal fees would injure her financially.

Virgin Mary is approximately five-seven with a slim, willowy but feminine figure. As near as I could differentiate through her loose uniform, she had small breasts and a tight, compact car ass. Mary has red auburn hair that she almost always pulled back and hid underneath her unvarying cap. It appeared to be braided, although I didn't know how farsighted her braid was because of the cap. She has green optic ; a turned up olfactory organ and generous full lips.

A calendar week before Christmas I gave her sealed red envelope. The envelope contained a Christmas card of photograph of her dumping trash purse. The following Monday evening, The Virgin appeared at my front threshold and asked if we could let the cat out of the bag. I invited her in and asked her to sit down at the kitchen board. She took off her long puffy down coat and pucker hat and sat down. She was wearing a snuggery red sweater ; form-fitting faded blue jeans and pink moon boots. She wasn't wearing any war paint, but then I never saw her wearing constitution. Perhaps it was because she didn't have a man in her life, and perhaps not.

Mary's fuzz was braided in a single braid down her back that reached the hindquarters of her pert ass. The braid was very thick although it tapered almost to a power point the last six inch. Looking at her, I wondered what she would look like with bangs. I also realized that I was correct about her having pocket-sized white meat and a small tight ass.

Before she could verbalise, I slammed my fist down on the tabular array. I told her to observe quiet and listen… I informed her that I had enough evidence to get her fired as well as a stint in a Federal prison. I told her that I was not interested in hearing about her reasonableness or alibi. I told her that I would continue my mouth shut and destroy the evidence only if I had her cooperation.

I slid a light-green envelope on the table and said,"In this gasbag, I have written down what I want from you for me to restrain quietly. Take it home with you and interpret the subject matter over the weekend. Everything is spelled out. If you agree, and you don't have a choice, you will take the air away from this with a sporting slating. You will have to intrust me to hold open my Holy Scripture. I want seven months of your time. Call it a rendezvous. Or you can take your chances with the self-assurance. It is your choice of seven years or seven months. Be a smart little girl ; I'll see you Mon, 6:00 PM sharp."

The surveil William Ashley Sunday at the agreed time, a subdued Virgin Mary appeared at my doorstep. I let her in and locked the door behind her. Per my didactics, she had styled her long hair in a braided bun. She removed her down coating, and per my command, Madonna was wearing a nice dress with no bra or pantie underneath. She was also wearing high heel, something she was unaccustomed to by the way she walked in them.

I pointed to a corner of the room and told her to stand there facing the paries with her men crossed behind her back. While she was standing there, I handcuffed her wrists together. I roughly cut her attire off with upholstery scissors warning her gruffly to maintain facing the wall. She stayed wearing only in high up heels for thirty arcminute, while I sipped chilled Champagne.

I bought my ex-wife expensive white pearls on our thirdly wedding day of remembrance, and she never wore them. I got up from my electric chair with the pearls and a glass of Champagne, and said,"You are a beautiful woman, Madonna Mother Jones. bit around and face me."When she did, I held up the methamphetamine hydrochloride to her sassing, and we shared the net meth of champagne. I dropped the glass to the trading floor, kissed her backtalk and said,"These drop are for you. Consider them a holiday gift, and you will hold out your pearls when you visit me."I put the drop around her neck and gently caressed her boob with them, watching her nipples harden at my touch, commenting to the fact of her arousal and watching her flush, with pleasure I hoped, superfluity 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 braiding drop cloth down between her ass impertinence. I cut six inches or so off the bed of her plait with the upholstery shears making it the same thickness its intact length.

I then sat in my leather chairman, and Mary knelt down and gave me a overnice cock sucking. I unwrap braid and played with her long thick ponytail, wrapping it around my helping hand as my orgasm burned through me. I removed the handcuffs and told her to hold her hair out of the ponytail. Mary's tomentum 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 next seven months.

Mary spent the night, and I had my way with her. In the cockcrow I made us breakfast, and after, sent her home for the Christmas vacation. She was to revert on December 31st at our appointed time. The Virgin left wearing her off-white underneath her coat and zip else. She also left with written instructions to open when she got menage and only after I telephoned her with permission.

Mary arrived at my habitation for the next rendezvous precisely on the dot. When she removed her coat, I was please to see she was wearing a unforesightful tight strapless black dress the accentuated her figure, and she was wearing her hair at large and innocent down her back.
It was blunt cut all one length and about four inches shorter. I was also pleased to see that Mary had eyebrow length dull bangs that set off her dark-green eyes. She looked cute and sexy with bangs, and I told her so.

Without a word of honor or prompt, Mary slowly undressesed in strawman of me. When she was bare, I took her upstairs to the bathroom and had her sit on the conceitedness by the cesspit with her branch spread apart. I used electric car clippers and buzzed all the tomentum from her puss. I lathered the remaining stubble and shaved her pussy bald and smooth. Did I mention my ex-wife despised oral exam sex ?

I went down on Mary, while a bottle of Champagne was chilling and waiting for us in the ice pail. I'm not bragging, OK, I am bragging, but I gave her multiple orgasms with my tongue and fingers. We finished the oral delight with a glass of Champagne. I then instructed her flair her fuzz in Gemini pigtails to complement her new bangs. The Virgin gave me head to the bathroom while I played with her pigtails and it seemed to me that she was getting intimately at it. My orgasm was Nirvana, and after we finished off the bottle of Champagne.

Mary looked much untested with bash and pigtails. I told to put on her black dress and to wear her pearl. I made qualification at an upscale restaurant for us and went out to dinner and dancing to ring in the New class. Mary's pilus remained in pigtails the altogether evening.

For the first time, while I held her close, when we were dancing, I regretted blackmailing her, but, I had my pridefulness to consider. I was in for the foresightful haulage, and I would see this out to the end as planned.

Afterwards, we returned to my house for champagne and More sex. I made slow, easy erotic love to her, and she fell asleep beside me. I woke the next cockcrow to find her pressed up against and I liked it. Mary left with more written teaching to keep three designation that I had made for her and to contribute her checkbook to pay for them all.
On Sat, of our next tryst, Mary was a half hr late. She had just come from the beauty salon, and she looked hot.

She had beautiful large coil curls that fell to the buttocks of her shoulder leaf blade. Virgin Mary was wearing constitution done to perfection. She spent her money well for me. I made her cartoon strip for me and then looked her over thoroughly. Madonna was stunning. Her puss was still fluent and bald from the electrolysis.

It would be like that permanently and not expect daily shaving. The Virgin also had a entire consistence wax and aside from her capitulum was smooth and hairless from the neck down. I buried my hands in all those Robert F. Curl while she gave me the sound head ever, and as always she did not spill a drop. Virgin Mary dressed and styled her hair in a loose, curly bun. We took in a movie and dinner 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 close before I fell asleep.

On our assignation over the weeks, Mary styled her yearn hair for me in just about every way possible. I took scores of pictures of my darling expressive style with Virgin Mary sitting in the nude wearing her pearls. I liked her fuzz right in an elegant Daniel Chester French eddy. We went out to dinner and dancing or the movies. We watched classic Movies together on the couch. She always spent the Night and left in the morning. Our lovemaking was unbelievable, and I enjoyed her orgasms as much as mine. Virgin Mary seemed to be enjoying our clip together. The

last two assignation of our agreement were quite concern. On the second gear to hold out, I handcuffed her again from behind the min she walked through the door. While she gave me promontory, I slowly cut her now the midsection of the back duration auburn hair just to the base of her neck opening with professional haircutting scissors.

In retrospect, this haircut upset her, more than than anything else. Blessed Virgin left the next morning with her terminal instructions. She returned for our last tryst much relieved directly from the beauty parlor with a brusque, outspoken pageboy with bangs. Her once long sybaritic braid were now cut just below her ears. She assumed I made arrangements to ingest her haircloth cut much, much shorter. I dropped hints her concluding haircut would be a scant pixie haircut cut. The finish and final blowjob was the beneficial one yet. Although her fuzz was scant, it was still thick and soft, and she remained a beautiful woman.

Per our agreement, I dug a oceanic abyss in the crushed rock pit with a backhoe. We threw all of the trash purse into the trench, and all the clash 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.

Madonna sat down next to me, and I pulled her finis and held for one last fourth dimension. After the flaming was out and the grounds destroyed, I filled the hole and leveled the undercoat."It is over,"I said, turning the backhoe off and climbing down,"I've enjoyed our clip together, and I wish you well."

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

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

One twelvemonth later, Mary received a promotion to an indoor job at the place spot waiting on customers at the front counter. I missed her, but I'm a obstinate bastard, and I have my superbia. I finished repairing a refurbishing my barn and poured my driveway.

My ex-wife turned up on my doorstep one Saturday sunup, and I didn't ask over her inside. She said she lost her nursing permission for a yr. The other good news was her boyfriend dumped her. My ex-wife asked to borrow two-thousand from me, or the bank was repossessing her car. I gave her XX dollars for a bus pass and sent her on her way.

The postdate Sunday dawn, my doorbell rang again, and The Virgin was standing there wearing her red jumper, faded blue jean, and pink moon rush. She was also wearing her pearls.
I noticed that her hair had grown out from that short pageboy. It was still the same rich red auburn and pulled up in a Daniel Chester French winding. Her makeup was impeccable, and she still had the Same sexy flush framing her William Green 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, Mary,"I answered truthfully."You're a fine cleaning woman, and we all make mistakes and especially me. I wish those seven calendar month we had together occurred under different luck. I've missed you, Mary."

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

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