Gratuities

By Kiki Wellington

Alicia had the fantasy all the time: She orders a pizza and embarrassingly realizes she doesn't have any cash to pay the delivery man. But then she gets an idea--she'll pay him in yummy sexual trade. The pizza man can't believe his luck and their encounter heats up while her pizza cools down.

With her husband out of town, Alicia decides to finally enjoy a special delivery from the man who has a reputation around town for bringing something extra with his pies. But little does she know, this pizza man wants more than just a delicious quickie.

From the Author:
ADULTS ONLY PLEASE. Gratuities is an 8,700 word story that contains sexually explicit material and adult language. This story is not appropriate for children and may be offensive to some readers.

Warning: Gratuities contains awkward oral, bubble bath foot worship, and high caloric naughtiness.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kiki Wellington
• Release date: Nov 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781498908160

Book preview

I really need to have an affair, I thought as I listened to my husband explain why, yet again, he needed to go away for a weekend business trip. Sick and tired didn't even begin to describe how I felt.

Alicia, I'm really sorry, Andrew told me, feigning sincerity in his voice.

Honey, I understand, I whispered into the phone. It was Friday morning, and he didn't even plan to come home before he left town. The travel for his business had become so frequent that he kept a packed suitcase in his office closet, so he'd be ready to jump on a plane at any time. I longed for the days when he was ready and willing to jump on me at any time, day or night.

Thank you, Alicia. I promise I'll make it up to you when I get home.

Promises, promises. Andrew had been promising to make things up to me for our entire marriage. Rain check after rain check after rain check, nothing ever seemed to get cashed. I understand that he works hard, and I appreciate everything he does for me, but this got old a long time ago, and the bouncing rubber promises left an annoying squeak inside my head.

That's why I seriously started thinking about having an affair. Not just in passing, not just as something to get me off when I played with my vibrator. Every time Andrew told me about another business trip he had to take, the idea of a dalliance appealed to me more and more. Not even an affair really—I wasn't looking for some sticky emotional entanglement—just some hot, nasty sex to get me over the hump. It wasn't like I was looking for love—I already had that and look where it got me. I just needed someone to come around and fuck me.

As I told Andrew I loved him and hung up the phone, I remembered a story one of my girlfriends told me. Apparently, a couple of our friends did the old delivery man trick with one of the employees at the local pizza shop. I thought it was just a fantasy some women had—to order a pizza and pay the delivery man in trade—and I had no idea women did that in real life. But, according to my friend, one of the employees was always up for it. Go figure; I always assumed these guys would be too afraid of losing their jobs to pull a stunt like that—no matter how good the pussy was.

Pizza man penis fantasies distracted me all day long. At first, I resisted, but after five hours and one soiled pair of panties later, I gave in. It wasn't like Andrew was going to be home. He was never home. And it wasn't like I was looking to leave my husband or anything. I just wanted to get fucked all night long. A little "wham bam, thank you ma'am, now