In the heart of a quaint suburban neighborhood, the Johnson’s kitchen was filled with an enticing aroma. The blonde wife, Melinda, 35, was seductively preparing dinner for her husband, Richard, also 35. Her low-cut top revealed her ample cleavage, her heart-shaped neckline drawing Richard’s gaze.
Their eyes met, her bright blue orbs gleaming with mischief. She moved closer to him, her hips swaying gently. Their lips met as she pressed her body against his, her hands wandering down to his firm ass.
She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down his neck, eliciting a soft moan. Her fingers deftly undid his belt, pulling down his pants as her tongue explored his ear.
Richard’s hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. His fingers danced along her inner thigh, feeling her heat through her thin lace panties.
Pulling her panties aside, Richard’s fingers found her wet and ready. He stroked her clit gently, her breath hitching. She guided his cock towards her entrance, their eyes locked as he slowly entered her.
Their bodies moved in rhythm, the slick sound of their lovemaking filling the room. Richard’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her down onto his cock. Melinda’s head fell back, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails leaving crescent moon marks on his skin. Richard’s thrusts grew harder, his cock hitting her g-spot. She cried out, her pussy clenching around him.
Richard pulled out, spinning Melinda around. Her hands braced against the kitchen counter as he entered her from behind. Their moans grew louder, mingling with the sizzle of dinner.
Richard’s hand snaked around, finding her clit. He rubbed it gently as he fucked her harder, her orgasm building once more. With a final thrust, Richard filled her with his cum, her own orgasm crashing over her.
Breathless, they collapsed against the counter, their bodies glistening with sweat. Richard’s cock slipped out, Melinda’s legs shaking.
A soft giggle escaped her lips as she turned to face him, their bodies still entwined. “Dinner can wait,” she murmured, her lips finding his once more.
