It was a warm summer evening, and Marianne was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen. She was a stunning woman in her early thirties, with long, wavy auburn hair that cascaded down her back, and large, perfect breasts that were barely contained by her skimpy white lace lingerie.
As she chopped vegetables and sizzled meat on the stove, she couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of arousal. She had been feeling lonely and horny lately, and the thought of having a man to satisfy her desires was becoming increasingly irresistible.
Just then, she heard the front door open and the sound of footsteps approaching the kitchen. She turned around, expecting to see her husband, but instead, she was surprised to find a tall, handsome stranger standing in the doorway.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he stammered, “I must have the wrong house.”
But Marianne couldn’t help but feel a spark of attraction. She sized him up, taking in his muscular build and chiseled jawline. She could feel her heart racing and her pussy growing wet.
“No, you’re in the right place,” she purred, walking slowly towards him. “I’ve been expecting you.”
The stranger looked at her, confused, but also intrigued. Marianne could see the desire in his eyes, and she knew that she had him hooked.
Without a word, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss. He responded eagerly, his tongue exploring her mouth and his hands roaming over her body.
Marianne could feel her nipples hardening under her lace bra as he squeezed her breasts, and she let out a soft moan of pleasure. She reached down and started to rub his cock through his pants, feeling it grow harder and harder under her touch.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he growled, lifting her up and carrying her out of the kitchen.
But Marianne had other ideas. She wriggled out of his grasp and pushed him back onto a kitchen chair. She knelt down in front of him, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock.
She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with desire, before taking his cock in her mouth and starting to suck. He let out a low groan of pleasure as she swirled her tongue around his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper into her throat.
Marianne could feel her pussy growing wetter and wetter as she sucked his cock, and she knew that she needed more. She stood up and straddled him, rubbing her pussy against his cock.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, looking deep into his eyes.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He grabbed her hips and thrust his cock deep inside her, making her cry out with pleasure.
They fucked hard and fast, their bodies slapping together as they moaned and groaned with pleasure. Marianne could feel her orgasm building, and she knew that it was going to be a big one.
“I’m close,” she gasped, “Don’t stop.”
He pounded her even harder, his cock hitting her G-spot with every thrust. And then, with a loud cry, Marianne came, her pussy clenching around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
He couldn’t hold back any longer, and with a final thrust, he came too, filling her pussy with his hot, sticky cum.
They collapsed onto the kitchen floor, panting and exhausted.
“That was incredible,” he whispered, looking at her with a mixture of awe and desire.
Marianne smiled, feeling more satisfied and content than she had in a long time.
“Yes, it was,” she said, “But I think it’s time for you to leave now.”
He looked at her, confused, but Marianne just smiled and shook her head.
“One night is all I can give you,” she said, “But I’ll never forget you.”
He nodded, understanding, and got up to leave. But as he walked out the door, Marianne couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing and sadness.
She knew that she would never see him again, but she would always cherish the memory of their passionate encounter in the kitchen.
