It was a hot summer afternoon, and the kitchen was filled with the delicious aroma of freshly baked bread. Sarah, a woman in her early thirties, was standing in front of the counter, wearing nothing but her apron. She had long, wavy blonde hair that cascaded down her shoulders and perfect, round breasts that were barely concealed by the thin fabric.
As she was putting the finishing touches on her lunch, she heard the front door open and close. It was her husband, Mark, who had just returned home from work. He walked into the kitchen and stopped in his tracks when he saw Sarah standing there, her body on full display.
“Well, hello there,” he said, a smile spreading across his face. “You look… delicious.”
Sarah blushed and gave him a playful smile. “I thought you might be hungry,” she said, gesturing to the spread on the counter.
Mark walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. He leaned in and kissed her neck, causing her to shiver with pleasure.
“I’m not hungry for food,” he murmured, his lips moving to her earlobe.
Sarah gasped as he nibbled on her ear, her body responding to his touch. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
Mark’s hands began to wander, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples through the fabric of her apron. Sarah moaned, her head falling back as she gave herself over to the pleasure.
Mark’s lips found hers, and they kissed deeply, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Sarah could feel his growing arousal pressed against her, and she ground her hips against him, desperate for more.
Mark’s hands moved down to her thighs, hiking her apron up around her waist. He broke the kiss and looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice hoarse with need.
Sarah smiled, her eyes shining with desire. “Take me,” she whispered.
Mark didn’t need to be told twice. He picked her up and set her on the counter, spreading her legs wide. He knelt between them, his face level with her pussy.
Sarah moaned as he began to kiss and lick her, his tongue exploring every inch of her. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
Mark’s fingers joined in, sliding easily into her wetness. Sarah gasped as he began to move them in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue.
Sarah couldn’t take it any longer. She reached down and grabbed Mark’s shoulders, pulling him up to her.
“I want you inside me,” she said, her voice husky with need.
Mark didn’t need any further encouragement. He stood up and positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing with need.
Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Mark thrust into her, filling her completely.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they chased their release. Sarah moaned with every thrust, her nails digging into Mark’s back.
Mark’s fingers found her clit, and he began to rub it in slow circles. Sarah’s moans grew louder, her body tensing as she approached her climax.
With one final thrust, Mark sent her over the edge. Sarah cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
Mark followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her as he came.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined as they caught their breath.
“That was incredible,” Sarah said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mark smiled, kissing her gently. “I agree.”
They pulled apart, and Sarah hopped off the counter. She wrapped her apron back around her waist and began to clean up the kitchen.
Mark watched her, his eyes filled with love and desire. He couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the day had in store.
