Sex in the kitchen was unsanitary; he fully believed that. Something about the messiness of cum and fluids mixed in where they ate…just sent shivers up his spine.
But here he was, peering around the edge of the door, biting his lip as his wife shook her hips to the tune of the radio, warbling like a proud songbird as she stirred a bowl of batter wearing a gingham apron…and…that was it. That was all she had on beyond a pair of sparkly red heels. The apron and the heels and her flowing blonde hair bounced down her back in beautiful waves.
His fingers dug into the wood of the doorway as she paused, her ass bouncing for a moment before she dug a plastic spoon into the batter, tasting it…slowly…dragging it through her lips with a muffled groan before it popped free of her beautiful, cherry lips. “Delicious,” she mumbled, and he felt his hardened cock twitch in his slacks. God, she was as beautiful as the day he saw her across the courtyard of the college campus, smiling in the cool air of Fall. The years had passed, but his love never faded, even as blonde hair was cut and styled, shades of grey echoed through roots, and smile lines were created with blinding speed.
He was cut free of his thoughts when the spoon, clean as a whistle, waved lightly in the air. “Dear, are you just going to watch from waaay over there, or are you gonna come help me out?” she teased, hips swaying hypnotically, and…well…who was he to deny their siren call?
He swallowed roughly, tugging at the top button on his shirt as he entered the kitchen, laughing softly. “My my, what’s all this then, hm? A nice surprise for me?”
“There’s a cakewalk going on for Halloween,” she said, replacing her stirring spoon in the batter as she bobbed her head to the music, a song he’d heard once or twice but never fell in love with. “Figured I could make a few batches of cookies for the kiddos to win.”
“Mm-hmm,” he said, pausing as he wound up right behind her, hands sneaking under the apron to cup her luscious hips, shivering as his fingers grazed that delectable skin. “And you need some…fillin’ too, sugar?”
“I suppose, although not all of them enjo-oh! You!” she squealed, swatting at him with a hand towel as he buried his head into her neck, grinning as his lips swept past slightly sweaty skin. “Naughty thing!”
“I am an honorable husband offering his services to his wife,” he pleaded innocently, even as his fingers dug into that sweet, soft skin, plush from the years of good eating, sinking in like the soft downy pillows they owned. “Was it really my fault that she took it as something else?”
The scathing look she sent over her shoulder at him had him grinning so widely that his face felt like it would split in two. “You’re a rapscallion, is what you are,” but she didn’t nudge him away nor slap his hands with a spatula to get him to release her. Rather, she tilted her hips back against his, pressing his dick flush against the swell of her ass.
He raised an eyebrow, pressing a kiss against her neck, darting up to her ear to flick his tongue across it. “Sooo, is that a yes or…?”
“How about you get to work, stud, while I finish these cookies?”
Demand received and accepted!
Obviously, you didn’t just hop into a good meal, chowing down with no care for the presentation of it. Rather, you take in the details of it, the delightful appearance that you must absolutely drink in. The bow on the apron was a bright red, sitting atop her heart-shaped ass like a present only for his eyes. He couldn’t help sucking in a breath, biting his lip as he led his hands up to the swell of flesh, fingers digging in softly. “Mmmm…delicious, delicious. Sure I can’t have a bite?”
“Not if you want a spanking, sugar~” she purred, shifting her stance a bit to arch back into his hands. “But if you’re…sweet as pie, you can fill it up with whatever you want~”
No need to tell him twice, he thought, as he slowly pulled those succulent cheeks apart, peering at the winking hole and the soaking wet pussy hidden underneath. God, the choices laid before him were more of a tease than her in an apron. He licked his lips, thumbs pressing against her hole and gently tugging at the sides, pulling it a bit before releasing and letting it slowly close back up. Her back shivered in pleasure, but she never stopped humming or stirring her bowl.
He slid his hand between her thighs, skating his fingers over her wet pussy lips. “Mm, can’t fill it up without a bit of…proper lubrication and all,” he mumbled, skating over her clit before dragging the pads of his fingers over her entrance, then back to the dry hole, circling it slowly.
She let out a soft huff of a moan, shifting to spread her legs just a little bit. “Might need you a bit more than that, sugar,” she groaned as he pressed his thumb against the now slightly wet hole, dipping in a little before dragging back out, then back in again. She let out a soft groan, tilting forward and holding tight to the bowl as he chuckled.