It was a hot summer evening, and the kitchen was filled with the aroma of dinner being prepared. Sarah, a stunning woman in her late twenties, stood at the counter, her long brunette hair cascading down her back. She was wearing only a skimpy apron, revealing her perfect, firm breasts and toned stomach.
As she chopped vegetables, she couldn’t help but feel aroused by the thought of her husband, John, coming home from work. She knew he would be turned on by the sight of her nearly naked body, and she couldn’t wait to seduce him.
John walked in the door, and his eyes immediately went to Sarah. He let out a low whistle as he took in her appearance. “Well, hello there, beautiful,” he said, setting down his briefcase and walking over to her.
Sarah looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling with desire. She set down the knife and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close for a deep, passionate kiss.
John’s hands wandered down to Sarah’s breasts, cupping them and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Sarah let out a moan of pleasure, arching her back and pressing her body closer to his.
John’s mouth left hers and began to trail kisses down her neck, making her shiver with anticipation. He reached down and untied the apron, letting it fall to the floor.
Sarah’s hands went to John’s belt, quickly undoing it and pulling down his pants. His cock sprang free, already hard and ready for her.
John lifted Sarah onto the counter, spreading her legs and positioning himself between them. He teased her clit with the tip of his cock, making her moan and writhe with pleasure.
Sarah reached down and guided him inside her, letting out a deep sigh as he filled her. John began to thrust, slowly at first, then faster and harder as Sarah’s moans grew louder.
Sarah’s nails dug into John’s back as she felt herself nearing orgasm. “Don’t stop,” she gasped, “I’m so close.”
John’s thrusts grew more erratic as he felt himself approaching climax. “Come for me, Sarah,” he growled, and with that, Sarah’s orgasm washed over her, leaving her shaking and breathless.
John followed soon after, groaning as he emptied himself inside her. They collapsed onto the counter, spent and satisfied.
“Welcome home, John,” Sarah said with a smile, “I hope dinner was worth the wait.”
John chuckled and kissed her deeply. “It certainly was,” he said, “but I think I prefer this kind of appetizer.”
