Mailman’s Daughter


My name is Vincent. I am a mailman who lives in the suburbs of Richmond, Virginia. I’m a simple guy. I was never a stand out athlete, great student and more importantly I have never been a stud with the ladies. My 9 inch cock should have been a huge help in that area, but I never had the confidence to get to that stage with a girl-before my wife of course. I led a boring and uneventful existence. The highlight of my day was pounding on my wife’s saggy pussy after work. I was discontent with my life and quite depressed, until last week; when the craziest and most unexpected thing happened. It was a crisp, cool Sunday morning and I was on my way to drop off my daughter to her middle-school. She attended a small institution, only a 5 minute drive from our home. I was late-as usual, having trouble getting my daughter ready for school because my wife was away on one of her business trips. I had never been organized since my wife did that kind of thing. This hurt me while keeping track of Molly’s daily schedule. As I drove my shitty yellow car down the highway my thoughts strayed more toward my wife’s recent activity. She had started making these trips abroad ever since that young man from Costa Rica transferred over- working under her wing.


His name was Carlos and he was a complete prick. He was a snooty metro-sexual asshole who saw no boundaries when it came to flirting with the ladies. He came over way too often and did not relent to criticize everything about me, ranging from how I walk to the clothes I wear. I had also caught him several times with his hand creeping up my wife’s leg. She had been too intoxicated with Gin on those occasions to notice, and would laugh at me for my seriousness whenever I brought it up once she had sobered up. I also hated how my wife’s friends would compliment Carlos’ attractiveness whenever they came over for a social gathering. They also gave me tips and pointers on how I could fix up my own image. This mortified and infuriated me further. I have to admit though, I am a loser. I accepted it and bear through my life, without envy of those who are better off, but this Carlos fellow, I completely spited. I was sure he had it in for my partner and I would do anything in my power to prevent that. Starting a month ago, my wife had begun to spend an unusual amount of time outside the house without the company of her boring friends, who I only knew so well.


There was ample gossip circulating the neighbourhood on the topic of her more frequent outings, specifically about whether Tracy (my wife) was having an affair or not. Little could calm me down this morning. I had way too much stress to deal with. Coping with my minimum wage job and handling my daughter’s schedule.