Rewards for Delivering My Parcels

I work from home which means I am usually here when the postman and other delivery guys drop of parcels. I have got to know most of the delivery men and they sometimes drop off parcels for my neighbours with me too, as  they know I'll  be home. As it's Christmas, I thought they should each get a bit of a reward for the many parcels they have dropped off this year.  Yesterday, when I was expecting a few deliveries, seemed the perfect day to deliver some gifts of my own. First was Joe, the postman. I answered the door to him wearing my dressing gown and nothing underneath. As he handed me the letters and cards, I leaned forward so that my gown fell open, giving him a perfect view of my tits. The cold air on my nipples and his startled gaze made me feel so excited. I loved it. But Joe is a bit of a misery, so that was as far as his reward went! Now in a state of horny arousal and still wearing my dressing gown I resisted the urge to masturbate. I was expecting three different deliveries today and I was hoping to see all the regular guys. Two of them were quite hot and the other one a young, shy guy who I just find quite sweet.  I took off my dressing gown but resisted the urge to play. I stood naked in my room for a while with the curtains open. I knew that the recycling guys could see if they looked up.  They didn't but standing there nude give me a further sexual buzz. I fantasised that the people In the houses opposite could see me naked. They probably could. It seemed an age before the doorbell rang and I was now quite wet and turned on. I pulled on my dressing gown and went to answer. Aw bless, it was Nick, the young shy guy. He smiled his nervous smile and handed me my parcel.  As I took it I again let the gown fall slightly open, before appearing to correct myself by grabbing it with an "Oops!" and a cheeky smile. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he glimpsed my boobs. Then I said "Oh Nick, I nearly forgot! Can you come Inside a minute?" He looked a bit confused but stepped indoors. I closed the door behind him, led him into my living room. Nick is tall and a little gangly, probably ten years my junior or more. "As it's Christmas I just wanted to give you a little tip" I said nonchalantly. "But I have overspent on present this year. So I'm going to give you something else." Without waiting for a response, I walked over and started to undo his belt. I could feel him go rigid with shock and he muttered some panicky "oh there's no need" but didn't stop me as I dropped his trousers to the floor. His cock was already stirring against his boxers and I pulled them down too. Then I let my gown open so he could look at my tits again and his long cock sprung to life. I started to wank it for him and let him touch my tits. I give a great handjob according to my husband and after maybe 90 seconds Nick exploded into my hand and onto the carpet.  "Have a lovely Christmas" I smiled as he thanked me profusely and stumbled outside. I knew Inhad made his day! I was now desperateTo make  myself cum but resisted the urge. Ten minutes later Ingot my reward. Jamie, the cutest delivery guy, rang the doorbell. As with Nick I did the dressing gown trick and he eyes me cheekily. He has dark brown eyes and a sexy grin. I followed the same routine of inviting him in. This time I let my dressing gown fall to the floor. Jamie stared at my naked body and needed no invitation. He grabbed me and kissed me roughly, his hands all over my tits and arse. Impressed right into him, feeling his erection throbbing against me. Then he got naked too, his fabulous body writhing against me, his hand between my legs, mine on his thick and throbbing cock. We fell on to the sofa, kissing and rubbing each other and he sucked and nibbled my tits passionately.  I could feel my orgasm building and just let it happen, cumming as the delivery guy sucked my tits and caressed my clit. Then I went down and took that hit, throbby cock in my mouth and he moaned aloud and came,  filling my mouth with his hot spunk. Jamie left and I lay on the sofa and masturbated again. What a day this was turning into. I hoped my husband wouldn't mind me rewarding these guys like this. Best not tell him eh? Finally Sam arrived. He's a fit black guy with a lovely manner. Always really Friendly and polite. This time I didn't even bother to donup my gown! I stood there like a slut with everything on display. At first I thought he was offended, but when Insaid it was time for his Christmas reward, he knew right away what I meant.  He pushed me back into the house already undoing his jeans. Then to my delight he buried his head between my thighs in the hallway, pushing me against the wall and licking me hard and fast till I came in his mouth.  He was less polite now. "Suck my cock, you dirty little MiLF" he commanded and I obeyed. His cock was huge and pulsing with arousal and I wanked it into my mouth. "I won't fuck you. I'm married."'he said as I sucked him. "But you'll be ready for your man when he gets home. " Gruffly he pulled me away from him, then lifted me bodily off the floor, carried me upstairs and threw me on the bed. He demanded to know where my sex toys were as "a slut like you is bound to have them". I told himIn the drawer. He rifled through my underwear drawer, chucking undies all over, then found my rabbit. I thought he was going to use it on me but instead he gave it to me. "Masturbate while you suck my cock, you horny little slag".  I went red from top to toe as I did as I was told. The rabbit buzzing inside me, the ears on my clit guided by my hand and Sam's dick in my mouth, I came really fast. Sam pulled out his cock and masturbated over my squirming body, ropes of thick semen landing on my tits and tummy.  "Oh one last thing," he said. "You better make this up to your man. You fuck him really good tonight. Think of me if you want. Or the others you played around with today. Don't think we don't talk to each other. Don't think we haven"'t all talked about fucking you. But you're married. So whatever you do with our cocks and whatever show you put on, you fuck him only, ok? And you fuck him well, whatever you need to think of. Got it?" I nodded dumbly. I was dying for a fuck now anyway. And I knew what I would think about, maybe even sharing my day as if it were a mere fantasy.