
It was a warm summer evening, and the kitchen was filled with the tantalizing aroma of dinner being prepared. Sarah, a woman in her early thirties, stood at the counter, her long auburn hair cascading down her back. She was wearing a tight-fitting red dress that accentuated her perfect breasts, their curves on full display in a daringly low neckline.
As she chopped vegetables, she couldn’t help but feel a stirring in her loins. She had been feeling increasingly horny lately, and the thought of her husband, John, coming home soon only made her more excited. She closed her eyes and imagined him entering the room, his eyes immediately drawn to her ample cleavage.
Just as she had pictured, John walked into the kitchen, his eyes widening at the sight of his wife. “Wow, Sarah, you look amazing,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
Sarah smiled, her heart racing. “I’m glad you like what you see,” she said, her voice dripping with sensuality.
John stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. He nuzzled her neck, his lips finding the sensitive spot behind her ear. Sarah shivered with pleasure, her nipples hardening beneath her dress.
John’s hands traveled up her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through the fabric of her dress. Sarah moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder.
“I want you, John,” she whispered, her voice filled with need.
John didn’t need any further encouragement. He pulled the straps of her dress down, exposing her perfect breasts. He took one in his mouth, his tongue swirling around her nipple as Sarah arched her back with pleasure.
Sarah reached down, her hand finding John’s hard cock through his pants. She rubbed him through the fabric, feeling him grow even harder beneath her touch.