The kitchen was filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering tomato sauce. Sarah, a 28-year-old woman with long, flowing hair, stood at the counter, her bare back to the doorway. She wore only an apron, revealing her perfect, perky breasts and smooth, toned stomach.
As she chopped vegetables, she felt a presence behind her. She turned to see Jack, her husband of five years, standing in the doorway. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her bare skin. Sarah smiled, knowing exactly what he was thinking.
Without a word, Jack crossed the room and wrapped his arms around Sarah’s waist. He nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent. Sarah leaned back into him, closing her eyes and sighing with pleasure.
Jack’s hands began to wander, cupping Sarah’s breasts and teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her apron. Sarah moaned, pressing herself back against him. She could feel his growing arousal against her ass.
With a flick of her wrist, Sarah untied the apron and let it fall to the floor. She turned to face Jack, her eyes sparkling with desire. She reached down and stroked his hard cock through his pants.
“Fuck me, Jack,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Without a word, Jack picked Sarah up and set her on the counter. He pushed her legs apart and stepped between them, his cock pressing against her wet pussy. Sarah moaned, reaching down to guide him inside her.
Jack thrust deep, filling Sarah completely. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tight, her nails digging into his back as he fucked her hard and fast.
Sarah’s moans filled the kitchen, mingling with the sound of slapping skin and the smell of their lust. Jack’s thrusts grew harder and faster, his cock swelling inside her.
“I’m close,” he gasped, his breath hot against Sarah’s neck.
“Cum for me, Jack,” Sarah pleaded, her voice tight with pleasure. “Cum inside me.”
With a final, powerful thrust, Jack came, his hot seed filling Sarah to the brim. She moaned, her pussy clenching around him as she followed him over the edge, her own orgasm crashing over her in waves of pleasure.
As they came down from their high, Jack pulled out and picked Sarah up. He carried her to the nearby couch, their bodies still entwined. They lay there, spent and satisfied, as the afternoon sunlight streamed through the kitchen window.
The end.
