It was a hot summer evening, and the house was filled with a sultry heat. Sarah, a woman in her early thirties, was standing in the kitchen, completely naked. Her long, golden hair cascaded down her back, and her perfect, round breasts were on full display. She was preparing a late-night snack, her hips swaying gently to the rhythm of the music playing in the background.
Suddenly, she heard the front door open and close. It was her husband, Mark, returning home from a business trip. He walked into the kitchen, and his eyes widened as he took in the sight of his wife, standing there in all her glory.
“Well, hello there,” he said, a smile spreading across his face. “I see you’ve started without me.”
Sarah turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I thought I’d surprise you,” she said, sauntering over to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his.
Mark’s hands automatically went to her breasts, cupping them gently and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Sarah moaned softly, her body responding to his touch.
They stood there for a moment, lost in each other, before Sarah pulled away. “Let me finish making this snack,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
Mark watched as she moved around the kitchen, her body on display for him. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, and his cock grew hard in his pants.
As Sarah finished preparing their snack, she turned to face Mark. “I think we need something to wash this down,” she said, her eyes twinkling.
Mark nodded, his eyes dark with desire. Sarah moved closer to him, her body brushing against his. She reached up and pulled his head down to hers, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
Their tongues dueled, and Sarah moaned as Mark’s hands roamed her body. He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples, before moving down to her ass. He squeezed her cheeks, pulling her closer to him.
Sarah’s hands went to Mark’s belt, undoing it quickly. She reached inside his pants, her fingers wrapping around his hard cock. Mark moaned as she started to stroke him, her hand moving up and down his shaft.
Sarah sank to her knees, her eyes locked on Mark’s. She leaned forward, taking his cock into her mouth. She sucked him deep, her tongue swirling around his shaft.
Mark groaned, his hands going to her head as she bobbed up and down on his cock. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, and he pulled away.
“I want to be inside you,” he growled, lifting Sarah up and setting her on the kitchen counter.
Sarah spread her legs, and Mark stepped between them. He reached down, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He stroked her clit, and Sarah moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.
Mark slid a finger inside her, and Sarah gasped. He added another, fucking her with his fingers as he continued to tease her clit.
Sarah was panting, her body trembling with desire. “Please,” she begged, her eyes pleading.
Mark didn’t need any more encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance, and then he thrust inside her. Sarah cried out, her nails digging into Mark’s back as he started to fuck her.
Their bodies moved together, their hips slapping against each other as they chased their release. Sarah’s moans filled the kitchen, mingling with the sounds of their flesh slapping together.
Mark’s fingers found Sarah’s clit again, and he started to rub her. Sarah’s body tensed, and then she was coming, her pussy clenching around Mark’s cock.
Mark groaned, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his seed. They collapsed against each other, their bodies slick with sweat.
“That was amazing,” Sarah said, her voice husky.
Mark nodded, his eyes filled with love. “Always,” he said, kissing her gently.
They stayed there for a moment, lost in each other, before they pulled apart.
“I guess we should finish our snack,” Sarah said, a smile on her face.
Mark nodded, his eyes twinkling. “I think we’ve worked up an appetite,” he said, his hand going to her breast again.
Sarah laughed, swatting his hand away. “Later,” she said, her eyes filled with promise.
Mark nodded, his cock already growing hard again. He knew that later, they would pick up where they left off, and he couldn’t wait.
