In a quiet suburban neighborhood, the postman trudged along his daily route, delivering letters and packages to the residents. Little did he know that behind one particular corner house lurked a sinful temptress waiting for her next victim.

As the postman approached the corner of the house, he heard a soft moan coming from within. His curiosity piqued, he peered around the corner and saw his worst nightmare – or rather, his wildest dreams – come to life. There stood Mrs. Johnson, normally the picture of propriety, tied up to her bedpost with only a skimpy bra and panties covering her voluptuous figure.

The postman couldn't believe his luck; here was this sexy woman begging for release right in front of him. Without hesitation, he grabbed the ropes tying her down and roughly pulled them apart, freeing Mrs. Johnson from her bonds.

As soon as she was free, Mrs. Johnson pounced on the postman, kissing him passionately while undoing his belt buckle with shaky hands. She pushed him onto the bed and straddled him, grinding her wet pussy against his hard cock through their clothes.

Without further ado, Mrs. Johnson yanked down his pants, revealing his erect member to her greedy eyes. She took it into her mouth without hesitation, bobbing up and down on it as she moaned around him in a seductive melody. Her expert tongue flicked against his sensitive flesh, driving the postman wild with pleasure.

As he approached climax, Mrs. Johnson pulled away suddenly, revealing a sly smile on her face. She then straddled him again but this time lowered herself onto his throbbing cock until she was fully impaled upon him. Groaning in delight, the postman gripped her hips tightly as he began thrusting up into her with a force that surprised even himself.

Their passionate lovemaking was loud and rough; they banged against the walls of the bedroom like animals driven by their primal instincts. The sweat from their bodies dripped onto the floor, mixing with each other's fluids as they reached new heights of pleasure together.

Finally, with one last powerful thrust, the postman felt himself emptying deep inside Mrs. Johnson's welcoming womb. They collapsed on top of each other, panting heavily as their hearts raced from the exertion.

As they lay there in silence, both of them wondering what had come over them earlier, there was a knock at the door. The postman quickly got dressed while Mrs. Johnson tried to compose herself under the sheets. When he opened the door, he saw an elderly neighbor staring at him curiously before scurrying away without saying a word.

The two of them never spoke about what had happened between them that day but from then on, their lives were forever changed by their forbidden encounter behind that corner house.