It was a hot summer evening, and the kitchen was filled with the aroma of simmering spaghetti and garlic bread. Sarah, a long-haired woman in her late twenties, stood at the counter, her perky breasts on full display as she chopped vegetables for the salad. She wore only a skimpy apron, her bare skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
Her husband, Mark, entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to his wife’s perfect form. He approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck. Sarah giggled and leaned back into his embrace, her heart fluttering with anticipation.
Mark’s hands began to wander, caressing Sarah’s soft skin and teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her apron. Sarah moaned softly, her body responding to his touch. She turned her head, and their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as their hands explored each other’s bodies.
Mark broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Sarah’s neck and across her shoulder. He nibbled gently on her earlobe, causing Sarah to gasp and squirm in his arms. Mark took advantage of her momentary distraction, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her apron and finding her wet and ready for him.
Sarah’s breathing quickened as Mark’s fingers explored her folds, teasing her clit and making her moan with pleasure. She reached behind her, grabbing Mark’s ass and pulling him closer, grinding her hips against his hand.
Mark’s cock throbbed with desire, straining against his pants. He quickly undid his belt and dropped his pants, his hard length springing free. Sarah turned around, her eyes wide with desire as she took in the sight of her husband’s cock.
Without a word, Sarah dropped to her knees, her long hair cascading around her shoulders as she took Mark’s cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she took him deeper and deeper.
Mark groaned with pleasure, his hands tangled in Sarah’s hair as she bobbed her head up and down. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his balls tightening with each thrust of Sarah’s mouth.
But Mark wanted more. He wanted to be inside his wife, to feel her wet and warm around him. He pulled Sarah to her feet, spinning her around and bending her over the counter.
Sarah’s breasts hung heavy, her nipples hard and aching. Mark couldn’t resist, his mouth finding one of her nipples and sucking it deep. Sarah moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.
