Martha, a woman in her early thirties, stood in her kitchen, her long auburn hair cascading down her shoulders. She was naked, her perfect, round breasts on display, her nipples hardening in the cool air of the kitchen. She had been cooking dinner for her husband, but the thought of him coming home to her naked and waiting had aroused her.
She heard the front door open and close, her husband’s footsteps growing louder as he approached the kitchen. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest, as she waited for him to enter the room.
“Honey, I’m home,” he called out, his voice filled with surprise and desire as he took in the sight of his wife, naked and ready for him.
Martha smiled, her eyes locked on his as he crossed the room to her. He pulled her close, his hands roaming over her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist. She gasped as he took her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hard peak.
He lifted her onto the kitchen counter, spreading her legs wide as he knelt before her. His hands caressed her thighs, his fingers tracing the lines of her hips before he leaned in to taste her.
Martha moaned as his tongue found her clit, her hips bucking as he teased and tormented her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as she rode the waves of pleasure.
With a final flick of his tongue, she came undone, her body trembling as she cried out his name. He stood, his cock hard and ready as he stepped between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him close as he entered her.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they chased their release. Martha’s moans filled the kitchen, mingling with the sounds of their bodies coming together.
With one final thrust, he came, his body shuddering as he filled her. She held him close, their bodies still connected as they caught their breath.
“Welcome home,” she whispered, her eyes shining with love and desire.
