It was a hot summer afternoon, and the house was filled with the delicious aroma of spices and simmering sauce. Sarah, a stunning woman in her early thirties, stood in front of the kitchen counter, her long, wavy auburn hair cascading down her back. She was completely nude, showing off her perfect, firm breasts and the curves of her hips. Her apron, the only clothing she wore, was tied around her waist, protecting her from any potential stains.
As she chopped vegetables and stirred the pot, she couldn’t help but feel aroused by the thought of her husband, John, coming home to this surprise. She had planned this whole day, from the moment she woke up, to seduce him and satisfy their mutual desires.
John walked through the door, his eyes immediately drawn to Sarah’s naked form. He had always been attracted to her long hair, and the way it framed her face and shoulders was intoxicating. He felt his cock stir in his pants, and he quickly made his way over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling his face into her hair.
“Mmm, I see you’ve started without me,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
Sarah turned to face him, her green eyes sparkling with desire. She reached up and ran her fingers through his short, dark hair, pulling him closer for a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue explored his mouth, tasting the remnants of his lunch and the mint gum he had chewed on the way home.
John’s hands wandered over her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. Sarah let out a soft moan, her body responding to his touch. She reached down and rubbed his growing erection through his pants, feeling the heat and hardness of him.
Without breaking their kiss, Sarah led John over to the kitchen table, pushing aside the dishes and condiments. She pushed him down onto the chair and knelt in front of him, quickly undoing his pants and freeing his cock. She looked up at him, her eyes full of lust, as she took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head and sucking him deep into her throat.
John groaned, his head falling back as Sarah worked her magic. Her mouth and hand moved in tandem, creating a rhythm that had him on the brink of release in minutes. But Sarah wasn’t ready for him to cum yet. She wanted to feel him inside her, to be filled by him and to satisfy her own desires.
She stood up and straddled him, guiding his cock inside her. They both moaned as she sank down onto him, her pussy wet and ready for him. Sarah began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm as she ground herself against him. John’s hands gripped her hips, helping to guide her as he thrust up into her.
Their moans filled the kitchen, mingling with the sizzle of the stove and the clatter of pots and pans. Sarah leaned back, bracing herself against the table as John reached up and pinched her nipples. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through her, and she felt her orgasm building deep inside her.
“Yes, John, harder. I’m so close,” she gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
John responded, thrusting up into her with more force, his balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her. Sarah’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching around John’s cock as she cried out in pleasure.
John wasn’t far behind, his own orgasm ripping through him as he filled Sarah with his cum. They both collapsed against the table, panting and sweating, their bodies spent and satisfied.
As they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Sarah couldn’t help but smile. She had planned this day perfectly, and the result was better than she could have ever imagined.
“Welcome home, John,” she whispered, her voice full of love and contentment.
