It was a warm summer evening, and the kitchen was filled with the tantalizing aroma of spices and cooked meat. Clara, a woman in her early thirties, was standing by the counter, her long, wavy auburn hair cascading down her back. She was completely nude, save for the apron tied around her waist, her perfect, round breasts on full display.
Clara’s husband, John, entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to his wife’s front view. He couldn’t help but admire her body, the way her hips curved so invitingly, the softness of her skin, and the perkiness of her breasts. He felt his cock stir in his pants as he approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling his face into her neck.
“Mmm, you smell amazing,” John whispered, his breath hot against Clara’s skin.
Clara giggled, leaning back into his embrace. “I was just about to serve dinner,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
John’s hands wandered up to Clara’s breasts, cupping them gently and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. “I think we can wait a little while longer,” he murmured, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss.
Clara moaned, her body melting against his. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass, and she ground herself against him, feeling a surge of pleasure as he responded in kind.
John’s hands roamed lower, tracing a path down Clara’s stomach and settling between her legs. He stroked her clit gently, feeling her wetness coating his fingers. Clara gasped, her hips bucking against his hand.
“I want you, now,” she whispered, her voice filled with need.
John didn’t need any further encouragement. He turned Clara around, lifting her up onto the counter and spreading her legs wide. He knelt between them, his tongue tracing a path up her inner thigh. Clara moaned, her head falling back as she felt his breath against her pussy.
John’s tongue flicked against her clit, and Clara cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair. He licked and sucked at her, his fingers exploring her wetness, preparing her for his cock. Clara was panting now, her hips grinding against his face as she neared her climax.
John stood up, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself at Clara’s entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock. Clara looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire.
“Please, fuck me,” she begged.
John thrust into her, hard and deep. Clara cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely. He started to move, his hips rocking back and forth as he fucked her hard and fast. Clara met him thrust for thrust, her moans growing louder as she reached her peak.
John felt Clara’s pussy clenching around his cock, and he knew she was close. He reached down, stroking her clit as he fucked her harder and faster. Clara’s moans turned into cries of pleasure, her body shaking as she came hard around his cock.
John followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths coming in gasps.
Finally, John pulled out, his cock still hard. Clara looked up at him, a wicked smile on her face.
“I think dinner can wait a little longer,” she said, her voice filled with desire.
John grinned, his cock twitching at the thought of what was to come. They had all night, and he intended to make the most of it.
