The sun shone through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on the tiled floor. Sarah stood at the counter, her long brunette hair cascading down her back in loose waves. She was completely naked, her perfect perky breasts on full display. The curve of her hips and the softness of her stomach were accentuated by the natural light.
She was in the middle of making a sandwich when she heard the front door open and shut. She turned to see her husband, Mark, walk into the kitchen. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of his wife, standing there in all her glory.
“Well, hello there,” he said, a grin spreading across his face.
Sarah smiled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She put down the bread and walked over to him, her hips swaying seductively. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his.
“I was thinking about you,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.
Mark groaned, his hands automatically going to her hips. He pulled her closer, his growing erection pressing against her stomach.
“I can tell,” he said, his voice husky.
Sarah kissed him, her tongue darting out to taste his lips. Mark responded eagerly, his hands roaming over her body. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Sarah gasped, her body responding to his touch.
Mark broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, making her shiver. He continued down, his lips finding her nipples. He sucked on one, then the other, making Sarah moan.
Mark’s hands traveled down her body, settling on her hips. He lifted her up, setting her on the counter. Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
