One summer evening, Jean, a 35-year-old man with a wife and two kids, was washing the dishes after dinner. His wife had gone to bed early, leaving him alone in the kitchen. As he was drying his hands on a towel, he heard a soft voice behind him.
“Need any help?”
Jean turned around to see a woman standing in the doorway. She had long, wavy auburn hair that cascaded down her shoulders, and her perfect breasts were barely contained by the silky robe she was wearing. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief, and Jean felt a surge of desire wash over him.
“I thought you were already in bed,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she replied, walking closer to him. “I saw the light on in here and thought I’d come and see if you needed any help.”
She reached out and took the towel from him, her fingers brushing against his. Jean felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him, and he knew he was in trouble.
“I think I can manage,” he said, stepping back from her.
But the woman wasn’t deterred. She moved closer to him, her body pressing against his. Jean could feel the heat radiating from her, and he knew he was lost.
“I think you need a little help,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.
She reached up and undid the tie on her robe, letting it fall open to reveal her perfect breasts. Jean’s mouth went dry as he looked at them, his hands reaching out to cup them. The woman moaned softly as he touched her, her nipples hardening under his fingers.
Jean’s hands moved down her body, caressing her curves as he kissed her neck. The woman tilted her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she moaned. Jean’s lips moved down to her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples as she arched her back.
The woman’s hands were busy too, undoing Jean’s pants and freeing his hard cock. She stroked it gently, her fingers tracing the length of him as she moaned. Jean’s hands moved down to her ass, pulling her closer to him as he thrust his hips forward.
The woman gasped as Jean entered her, her body trembling with pleasure. Jean’s hands moved up to her breasts, cupping them as he thrust deeper into her. The woman’s head fell back, her long hair brushing against Jean’s chest as she moaned.
Jean’s fingers moved down to her clit, rubbing it gently as he fucked her harder. The woman’s body trembled with pleasure, her moans growing louder as she approached her climax. Jean’s fingers moved faster, his thrusts growing harder as he felt her pussy clenching around him.
The woman screamed as she came, her body shaking with pleasure. Jean’s own orgasm followed close behind, his cum filling her pussy as he groaned. They stood there for a moment, their bodies entwined as they caught their breath.
“That was amazing,” Jean whispered, his lips brushing against the woman’s ear.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she replied, her voice soft and seductive. “I think we should do it again sometime.”
Jean smiled, his hands still caressing her body. He knew he was in trouble, but he didn’t care. The woman in his kitchen had awakened something in him, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. And he was ready to explore it, no matter where it took him.
