Friday. FINALLY, the end of another long and strange week of work. The only good part to the week was that I was able to tele-work from home the entire week, which meant 8 straight hours of phone calls and paperwork each day.

But today was Friday.

Everybody must have had the same week at my work, because all of my calls and proposals were scheduled to be concluded by noon. Maybe a chance to start Date Night with Hannah early! As luck would have it, she was also working from home today, something that rarely happened. For us to both be home during the day on a Friday hadn’t happened in years. We have offices in different parts of our house because she is on the phone just as much as I am, to work next to each other would be impossible.

My last call finally finished, but through my closed door, I could still hear Hannah on a conference call, and judging from her tone of voice, it wasn’t going well. Which meant that it would be going on for a long time. I was secretly happy about this, because on Wednesday, I had purchased a new expensive gadget on Amazon, and it was scheduled for delivery sometime today. Maybe I could meet the UPS guy at the door and sign for the package before Hannah found out that I had added another electronic gadget to my already vast collection!

It was about 4PM, still no UPS driver. Where was he? I needed to get this into the house without making a production out of it and having to hear yet another lecture about how I am so wasteful with money.

Ring Ring. My thoughts were broken by the doorbell. I could see the big brown truck outside in the street and a guy in brown shorts at my door, holding a box and an electronic pad to sign my name. Success! As I sprinted towards the door, I heard Hannah’s voice. ‘Just a second.’ Damn, she was done with her call and already closer to the door than I was. I hurried my pace.

‘Austin Fontain? I have a box for you and need your signature, please.’

‘Yes, that is me. Thanks!’ I tried to yank the box out of his hands and get his pad signed so that I could maybe still sneak my new treasure to my office and safely out of sight.’

‘Austin! What have your bought now?’ Oh oh…busted.

‘Um…it’s a surprise!’ It was the best I could do.

‘It had better be a surprise for me. What is it?’

‘Well, um…..ah….you know that Bluetooth speaker system that we saw the other day when we were shopping? Well, they had this deal on Amazon that was just too good to pass up!’

The delivery guy smiled, I could tell that even behind his sunglasses, he was looking at me with those ‘you poor pathetic bastard, you are in for it now as soon I as turn to leave’ look. He was probably right.

‘Right. Like you need another set of speakers in your office. That isn’t a surprise for me, that is a new toy for you.’ She strode purposefully towards the open door where Mr. Sunglasses and Shorts was holding my new speakers, only my signature keeping me from retreating to my office and him retreating to his brown van. Was she going to hijack my speakers as her own? She ripped the package out of the UPS guy’s hands, which startled him a bit.

‘Sign his sheet, Austin. He needs to be held blameless for the damage that I’m getting ready to inflict.’ Arg, she was pissed. I could hear the fire in her eyes. As I grabbed the pen that was being offered, though, Hannah remained in place, creating a very crowded space for three adults at our open front door. But she was holding my speakers, so I wasn’t really in a position to push her out of the way. I started signing my name.

As I was crossing the last T, I saw Hannah lean down to put the box on the ground at the feet of the UPS guy. Was she going to kick it out the door as he left? Instead of standing back up, though, I saw her arm stretch and her hand reach out towards the delivery guy on our front porch. With no hesitation at all, her hand went straight to the zipper of his shorts, pulling it down. With a deft and smooth motion, she reached into his now open fly and within seconds found a way to extract his cock from his brown shorts.

So here we were on my front porch. I was signing my name on an electronic pad. The UPS guy was standing there in his sunglasses, his twitching cock now starting to point towards my wife’s face, which was directly level with his crotch. Her head moved forward, in one motion she swallowed his exposed shaft while unbuttoning his shorts and letting them fall to the ground.

Hannah was blowing the UPS guy, right on our front porch! At 4PM on a Friday afternoon! In full sight of the road in front of our house.

‘Well, don’t just stand there. Get on the other side of him. Unless, of course, you want the neighbors to see my deep throating skills for themselves.’

On impulse, I did exactly as she said. I worked my way around the delivery guy, leaving him in the doorway, may back to his, my gaze out towards the street in front of our house. I probably looked like some misplaced Secret Service agent. Or maybe a mall cop.

I could feel the UPS guys ass bump up against mine on a rhythmic basis. He was now fucking Hannah’s face, ramming his shaft into and out of her mouth. He picked up a hurried pace like a high school kid getting a blowjob from his girlfriend while parked in her driveway. Cum before Dad comes outside and catches us.

I heard him moan. He was shooting, and I didn’t hear any drops hitting the ground. He was cumming in my wife’s mouth while I stood inches behind him, standing guard so that he didn’t get caught.

‘Thanks, ma’am. Enjoy the new speakers. You should really order the cool little stand that goes with them. If you pay extra for shipping, I’m pretty sure that they can be delivered tomorrow around 2PM. Excuse me, sir.’

We walked around me and headed towards his still running van in front of our house. The whole thing had taken less than 5 minutes and he was gone. I stood there and watched his van disappear down the street.

‘How are you doing, Austin? Working from home today?’ It was my neighbor Frank. How long had he been standing in his driveway? What had he seen?

‘Yes, yes. A bunch of phone calls, you know the drill. Just another Friday.’

Just another Friday indeed…..