It was a hot summer afternoon, and Marianne was in the kitchen making a pitcher of lemonade. She was wearing only a sheer robe, her long hair cascading down her back. The robe did little to hide her perfect, firm breasts, and she knew that her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric.
As she reached up to get a glass from the cabinet, she heard a low whistle from behind her. She turned to see her husband’s best friend, Jack, leaning against the doorway, a hungry look in his eyes.
“Well, hello there,” he said, his gaze fixed on her chest. “You’re looking particularly delicious today.”
Marianne felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew that Jack had always found her attractive, but she had never encouraged his advances. Today, however, she found herself feeling bold and daring.
“Why, thank you, Jack,” she said, giving him a seductive smile. “I’m glad you approve.”
She turned back to the counter, bending over to slice a lemon. She heard Jack’s breath catch in his throat as he took in the view of her perfect ass, encased in a pair of tight shorts.
“You know, Marianne,” Jack said, stepping closer to her. “I’ve always wanted to taste you.”
Marianne felt a thrill run through her at his words. She turned to face him, her robe falling open to reveal her bare breasts.
“Then what are you waiting for?” she said, her voice husky with desire.
Jack didn’t need any further encouragement. He stepped forward, taking Marianne in his arms and kissing her deeply. She responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth as his hands roamed over her body.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and over her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. Marianne moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as she arched her back, pressing her breasts closer to him.
Jack’s hand slipped down between her legs, finding her already wet and ready for him. He stroked her clit gently, teasing her until she was begging for more.
“Please, Jack,” she gasped. “I need you inside me.”
