Sarah, a woman in her late twenties with long, flowing chestnut hair, stood at the kitchen counter. She was entirely nude, her perfect, round breasts on display as she chopped vegetables for dinner. The cold air of the room caused her nipples to harden, poking through the air like two pebbles begging to be touched.
John, her husband of five years, entered the room. He couldn’t help but stare at his wife, her body a sight to behold. His eyes wandered down to her bare pussy, shaved smooth and ready for him. He felt his cock stir in his pants, already growing hard at the sight of her.
Sarah felt his gaze on her and looked up, giving him a seductive smile. She knew the effect she had on him, and she loved it. She slowly ran her fingers over her breasts, teasing her nipples. John swallowed hard, his cock now fully erect.
“Like what you see?” Sarah asked, her voice dripping with desire.
John couldn’t speak, he simply nodded. Sarah walked over to him, her hips swaying with each step. She reached out and began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers brushing against his chest.
“I think we can take a break from cooking,” she whispered in his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.
She led him over to the kitchen table, pushing the chairs out of the way. She pushed him down onto the table, his hard cock pressing against the fabric of his pants. She climbed on top of him, straddling him.
Sarah began to grind her hips against him, her wet pussy rubbing against his cock. John groaned, his hands automatically reaching for her breasts. He squeezed and caressed them, tweaking her nipples between his fingers.
Sarah leaned down and kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth. John wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. She broke the kiss and began to kiss and nibble on his neck, her long hair cascading down around them.
John reached down and began to rub her clit, causing Sarah to moan. She ground her hips against his hand, her pussy getting wetter by the second. John slipped a finger inside of her, feeling her tightness.
Sarah sat up and began to unbutton his pants, freeing his hard cock. She stroked it, her hand moving up and down the length of him. John groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her hand.
Sarah positioned herself above him, slowly lowering herself onto his cock. John gasped as he entered her, her tight pussy enveloping him. She began to ride him, her hips moving back and forth.
John reached up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them as she rode him. Sarah leaned down and kissed him again, their tongues intertwining as they moved together.
John reached down and began to rub her clit again, causing Sarah to moan loudly. She ground her hips against his hand, her pussy tightening around his cock. John felt himself getting closer to the edge, his balls tightening.
“I’m close,” he gasped, his hips bucking up to meet hers.
Sarah nodded, her own orgasm building. She ground her hips against him, her pussy tightening around his cock. John felt himself explode inside of her, his hot cum filling her.
Sarah moaned as she came, her pussy pulsing around his cock. She collapsed onto him, her breasts pressed against his chest.
They lay there for a moment, catching their breath. Sarah looked up at him and smiled.
“I think we’ve worked up an appetite,” she said, her voice husky.
John chuckled and pulled her close, ready to start all over again.
